The Witch and the Man-trap
Copyright© 2012 by Dancing Shadows
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Our hero and his beautiful companion seek out the next clue on their quest to fight the Fireborn. But someone is waiting for them, and she has laid some wicked plans for the hero...
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction FemaleDom BBW
For two hours we watched the other ship from the stern as it slowly, slowly crept up on us. That is, I was watching her approach, while Nightbreeze was leaning against the ornately carved taffrail of the large merchant vessel Merry Dancer, which moved as lightly and briskly as is possible in order to still be considered the complete ironic opposite of her name. Her eyes were closed, and I knew she was straining under the pressure of manipulating the flows of wind.
As the sweat was pouring down her face, and small groans escaped her lips, I could see that her effort was working. The Merry Dancer was moving steadily and relatively fast, as the wind seemed to come constantly in from a point after and starboard of the vessel. Ginger, as I named our enemy's ship, was struggling to maintain good wind conditions, if I interpreted the sudden collapses of the sails on the two masts correctly as well as, when they came closer, the frantic activities of the three crewmen.
Nightbreeze's effort was working, but it was not enough. Ginger was fast, far faster than our ship, and she closed in on us as a frost wolf on the exhausted reindeer. The crewmen of the Merry Dancer cheered her on, still believing this to be just a joyride for Ginger's captain. But my hope sank, and when there started to rise smoke from behind the forecastle of the other ship I lost it completely.
"Let's hope he's just frying his dinner on deck," the fat crewman said. "Otherwise he's in to it pretty deep."
I could hope so, as well, but I knew that was not what he was doing. I knew 'he' was the firedancer, and that 'what' he was doing was some kind of devilry that spelled bad news for Nightbreeze and me, and perhaps for the entire ship as well. The smoke grew, and it was a clear, pale, white smoke that was being dispersed by the sea winds, but still growing ominously. Minute by minute Ginger approached, and minute by minute Nightbreeze was getting more and more exhausted, groaning and swearing under her breath to keep up her supernatural work.
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