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Seeds of Divinity, Ch 15

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Ashe had obligations aboard the Petrel so he could not stay with Raedryn for long, especially since they had a plan to enact. Before he left, however, the First Mate provided the young man a rolled up tunic. "I was picking up after some of the dirtier members of the crew... it's not much, but it is better than nothing, Prophet."

Raedryn was surprised at how quickly the man was willing to use his title. Accepting the clothing, the young man saw that it was significantly larger than what he wore but, just as Ashe had indicated, it was an improvement over wearing only his bed clothes. He kept his answer pragmatic. "Thank you. I'll have to take what I can get."

Ashe put his wide brim had back on and offered a tip of the front in farewell and then quickly made his way out of the reinforced wooden door that separated the brig from the rest of the ship. Letting out a deep sigh, Raedryn knew that it would probably be awhile until his next opportunity to interact with anyone, and he heartily hoped that his next visitor wouldn't be someone who meant him harm. Realizing he had no control over the matter, the young man resolved to try and see if he could get a little more sleep-- it would hopefully be easier since the tunic he was given was almost large enough to be a blanket.

The First Mate was matter-of-fact regarding the simplicity of the tunic; Raedryn noted that it was of plain make for a laborer and, as he sniffed at it, he could tell that it had been only superficially cleaned; it still had the faintest hint of animalistic musk from what could only have been a beastkin, but at least it wasn't overpowering. Considering the number of beastkin on board and the list that Ashe had offered after finding out that Ray was the Prophet, the young man was willing to bet that the tunic was probably from the Zardon since he'd been carried like a sack of potatoes by the Etamir bosun and the hint of body odor he got from the tunic was not the same.

There was a decidedly half-hearted cleaning job on the tunic but Raedryn elected to make use of the offered gift and he laid back down, covering himself with it like a blanket. Despite the cloth's origins it did help warm him significantly and the young man was willing to at least consider that a blessing, even if the rest of his situation was far from it. Letting out a long sigh, the Human settled down in an attempt to get as much more rest as he could. As it turned out, he wasn't quite asleep when voices speaking to one another in the hallway caught his attention, drawing him out of his almost-slumber.

Raedryn sat up as the speakers drew nearer to the brig's door and, after a moment, the reinforced portal unlocked and the young man immediately recognized Ashe's voice speaking. "Of course, you're always welcome to wait until everyone else gets their turn first, but I wanted to give my good friend Slag a chance to jump the line since every crewman will have a chance before your next shift ends."

A small but firm voice countered. "Fuck you, Ashe... you don't do nothin' fer free."

The two walked into the room with the First Mate holding the door open for the ship's gunner; at first it seemed like a courteous gesture but, as Raedryn sat up, he watched as Ashe closed and locked the door-- pragmatic if nothing else. The young man saw that the fellow Human remained by the exit even as the Goblin drew closer. Once Slag was half way to the bars, the First Mate finally answered. "Maybe I like the idea of having you owe me a favor."

On one hand, Raedryn was surprised at how casually the Gunner told off the First Mate; although the young man knew little about chain of command on ships he was fairly sure that few officers would put up with a subordinate saying "fuck you" to them. He pushed the consideration out of his mind as the Goblin took another step forward. Raedryn could see the glint of interest in the green skin's eyes but Slag called over his shoulder back toward Ashe with an almost bored tone. "He sure don't look like much t'me."

Ashe's eyes were focused on Raedryn, and the First Mate's tone was full playful despite his facial expressions obviously urging the young man to play along... not that Raedryn needed the prompting. "He may not seem like anything special, true, but he's a diamond in the rough. He is... ah... how would the genteel's put it?" He paused for the length of a breath before winking at Raedryn and murmuring the word suggestively. "Oh: 'accommodating'."

The green skinned Gunner took a final step up to the bars separating Raedryn's cell from the rest of the room and tapped on them with the hilt of what looked like a belt knife. "That true, Humme? You know how t'play nice?"

Ashe spoke up before Raedryn could. "Quite nice. I already got a piece of him-- mouth like silk, tongue like velvet, and an appetite like a lamprey."

The Goblin turned around to regard the First Mate, cackling with laughter. "You should give up playin' the bard role, Ashe... Lamprey? REALLY? Like I wanna be thinkin' 'bout a mouth full a rings a teeth anywhere near mah cock!"

The Human leaned against the door by the wall, lowering the lip of his wide brimmed hat as he grinned wide. "I didn't mean physically, you little shite... I meant hungry... insatiable... sucking so hard you couldn't pry him off with a gaff hook."

Slag just huffed, crossing his arms as he continued to tell off Ashe. Raedryn took the opportunity to eye the Goblin from behind. Despite his small stature, the green skinned gunner had a sculpted physique, each and every one of his muscle groups rippling every time he moved his arms to gesticulate and accentuate his words as he argued with the First Mate about word choice and 'the best way to get a guy interested in a piece of prisoner tail'.

The argument went on for at least two minutes, more than enough time for Raedryn to drink in the masculine features of the Goblin's well-built body; the young man remembered something about how sailors on ships made for battle had to be ready for anything and Raedryn nibbled on one of his fingernails as he contemplated on whether or not HE would be ready for the Goblin-- sure, the greenskin was barely four foot tall, but his body was BUILT. Slag's body compact, every inch of him functional muscle and where his muscles didn't bulge he was pure lean whipcord. The young man couldn't help but compare him to one of his father's hunting hounds: built for power, agility, and endurance.

Raedryn was pulled out of his own thoughts by Ashe's comment. "Well, you DO have his attention... why not just ask him how willing he is to let you take a sample of what it is he has to offer?"

Slag turned back around and returned to tapping his belt knife against the bars. "Still haven't heard an answer from ya, Humme... you as hard up fer it as First Mate Ashe seems t'think y'are?"

Glancing quickly past the Goblin to Ashe, Raedryn got a very smiley thumbs-up from his fellow Human. Eyes focusing once more solely on the gunner, the young man nodded, adding as much hoarseness and desperation to his voice as he could manage. "Y-yes, s-s-sir... I... I'll... I'll do ANYTHING... just... just PLEASE, don't hurt me! I'll do anything to stay safe. I p-promise!"

The statement caused the Goblin's eyebrow to arch. "Anything, huh?"

Walking right up to the cell, Slag loosened the linen strip that kept the front of his britches closed and, with one quick yank, pulled the drawstring completely off, causing the front of his leggings to splay open and an enormous length of flesh spilled out between the bars. Raedryn's eyes went wide as the largest member he'd ever seen greeted him; it seemed almost obscene for it to be attached to such a relatively small body, and he was unable to say anything aside from "...big..."

As if taking the word as a compliment, the Goblin's lips spread apart and he grinned wide as he called over his shoulder. "Barely says anything but I can already tell he talks lots sweeter'n'you, Ashe!"

The First Mate didn't miss a beat. "Talk? That mouth can be used for MUCH finger things, Slag... believe you me."

Swaying his hips from side to side, the Goblin remained grinning as his girthy shaft made fleshy 'thwaps' against each bar. "So, kid... ya say you'll do ANYTHING t'be kept safe, will ya?"

Finding his heartbeat increasing in pace, Raedryn realized that he wasn't so afraid as he was excited, but he used that nervous energy to try and sell his performance. "Just... don't hurt me-- don't hurt me and I'll do anything!"

Slag began confidently stroking his impressive member, grin staying in place as he offered a fresh wink. "Well... can't guarantee ya won't feel it in th' morning but, other'n that, between me an' th' First Mate here, no one on board'll give ya any shit if we tell em hands off. Presumin' you're as good as Ashe here says, I think we can come up with somethin' that'll benefit both a us."

Ashe hadn't moved from his place leaning against the wall; Raedryn knew that getting Slag on board with the plan was all based on helping the Goblin realize that they were fated to be on the same side, but the young man also saw that the bulge in his fellow Human's trousers suggested that Ashe didn't mind the idea of watching a performance. Staring at the lengthy, thick hunk of green flesh throbbing between the bars, Raedryn had to admit that he wasn't completely opposed to being watched so long as he could explore the freakishly well-endowed Goblin's body. He offered up his answer, adding in a healthy dose of feigned hesitance into it. "O...okay"

While it was true that Raedryn had not had much direct experience with a large number of partners, he could not deny that the Goblin was far longer than any partner he'd yet had, and even likely thicker than Micah; the thought did inject a faint dose of fear in with his excitement. Still, as he approached, he smelled the strong musk of unwashed male and, as his lips stretched over the dark green tip of the Goblin's flesh, that scent quickly became an even more powerful taste.

Raedryn began the deed, starting with his lips, but slowly adding his tongue to the underside of the massive Goblin cock, using the added pressure to gently encourage Slag's foreskin back each time he took more of the green flesh into his mouth. It wasn't long before the gunner's hand reached out and took hold of his hair, pulling it closer to the bars before holding it in place; Raedryn found himself gagging as the Goblin started face fucking him with vigor, alternately complementing him and offering up general curses. After almost a minute, Raedryn finally started getting accustomed to the tip of the Goblin's member assailing his tonsils, but he began gagging anew as more and more precum trickled down his throat.

Unsure how much longer he'd be able to take the rough treatment, Raedryn was just beginning to think that he would either pass out or retch when Slag stopped, and let go of the Human's hair. A moment later, he withdrew his hips; the dark green head of the Goblin's member pulled free from between the young man's lips with an audible pop. Slag's compliment was full of earnest admiration, but also held something darker in its tone. "Not bad, Humme... not bad... for a start."

At first, Raedryn was going to ask if the Goblin was done, but the extra words added after the pause revealed that Slag obviously wasn't. Everything was made clear when the gunner glanced back to the First Mate, hand held high. Ashe tossed a ring of keys to him, at which point the Goblin unlocked the gate. Kicking off his withdrawn leggings, Slag walked into the cell bare bottomed. Although the young man knew what was planned, he wasn't about to give up the helpless, naiive prisoner guise. "What... what are you--?"

Slag's smile never faltered. Reaching with his left hand to the lip of the tunic on his right hip, the Goblin, in a single, smooth motion, drew his shirt up his body, over his head, and tossed it to the side. "Take off yer undies, boy.'

Impressed with how quickly and easily he could divest himself of a shirt, Raedryn stared at Slag, for what was probably too long. The Goblin's green skin was a darker hue in places where he got the most sun, lighter where he was normally clothed, which made a stark contrast to the dark green of his impressive erection's head. Slag was also surprisingly cleaner than expected and much of both upper arms and the left side of his chest were covered in a myriad of black-inked, sea-themed tattoos.

The young man spend so long staring that the Goblin's grin turned into a scowl. "Fine... fuck it. I'm not up fer workin' with brats. Deal's off."

The young man was surprised at how quickly Slag went from full speed to a sudden stop and he suffered from whiplash trying to figure out what'd just happened. "W-wait!"

Slag lingered at the door to the cell for a moment. Rather than turning back, he just spoke over his shoulder. "If ya want some protection I can give it to ya, but I'm not gonna ask twice... so... we doin' this, or ya gonna fuck off and stop teasin' my cock?"

Even though Raedryn knew it was posturing, he wasn't entirely sure that Slag WOULDN'T abandon him, and he immediately removed the cloth around his hips, dropping them and kicking them to the side. The young man didn't know how much of his pleading was acting. "P-please... Sir... don't go."

A jet of precum panted the bars and Raedryn saw the Goblin's cock go immediately rock hard. Letting out a theatrical sigh, Slag ran a hand through his thick, coarse, ragged black hair and chuckled. "Fuck... I think I like hearin' a Humme kid call me 'Sir'..."

Turning around, the Goblin walked back to him, rigid erection bouncing with each step, almost as if it were playing at being a fifth leg. Raedryn swallowed his trepidation as Slag stopped in front of him. Reaching up, the Goblin grabbed a handful of the Human's night shirt and yanked him downward until Raedryn was forced to lean over to the green skin's height. "Okay... here's how it's gonna go: you're gonna get on yer hands an' knees, an' I'm gonna fuck ya silly. This's where I'd normally ask if there're any questions but, frankly, I don't give a shit... now, do as the Master Gunner says: lose those undies an' drop down on all fours, Humme."

Raedryn did immediately as directed, not because he was intimidated, but because, if he was honest with himself, he found the Goblin's self confidence and demanding tone hard to deny. The young man slowly bent forward, drawing what little clothing covered his lower body as he belt over, and, bereft of any modesty, lowered himself to his knees. He was glad that the wooden floor wasn't as chilly as marble or stone, but he couldn't spend much time focusing on that as Slag moved up beside him, pausing at his flank long enough to give him a loud, open-handed slap directly on his right butt cheek, causing the Human to exclaim "OW!"

Keeping his hand in place, Slag circled around behind Raedryn chuckling. "It ain't that bad... just wanna make sure yer nice'n responsive... I hate em numb."

From outside the cell, Ashe laid it on thick. "Oh... I'm sure he's responsive, alright-- gonna be the best you've ever had."

The hair on the back of Raedryn's neck stood up when he heard the crass 'Hock-PTU' behind him and, a moment later, a saliva-covered digit probed at his back end. The Goblin spoke in a surprisingly appreciative tone. "Normally I'd call bullshit since ya can't gauge a bitch-boy's asshole by his groghole but in this case, FUCK-- this pink skin brat is gripping me all nice'n'proper."

As if to accentuate his words, Slag thrust his finger in and out of Raedryn a few times, the slick, saliva-squelching sound audible; it made Raedryn shudder. From across the room, Ashe only chuckled, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest as he chided the Goblin. "Checking for teeth, Slag? Worried it's too good to be true?"

Slag's finger was pulled free with an audible pop. "Nope. Just warmin' up."

Ashe didn't relent. "Yourself, you mean? Judging from the pool of precum on the floor I have no doubt he doesn't need any."

The comment caused Raedryn to sneak a quick glance and he felt his entire face flush red the moment he saw the glistening trail of fluids leaking out from his erection and spreading across the floor; the young man hadn't realized just quite how turned on he was. Another fresh slap on his ass pulled his attention right back into things as Slag grumbled. "Fucking Hummes... looks like I'll have t'climb this mountain..."

Raedryn remained where he was, not precisely sure what Slag meant by the statement until he felt a coarse, thick foot come to rest on one of his calves. More and more weight was added to it, and a calloused hand was added his hip, bearing down on him until a second foot came to rest on the Human's other calf... and Raedryn then felt a drop of precum dribble down onto his tailbone... followed by an audible slap of the top of the Goblin's cock at the same location; he realized then that the gunner was standing on him, and the impression was reinforced as Slag leaned over him, his thick green shaft hotdogging the Human's rump. "There... that's a lot better... don'chu think?"

Raedryn nodded silently, and got another slap on the ass. The Human very quickly spoke "Yes, sir!"

Slag laughed, and the young man felt the broad head of the goblin's manhood seeking entrance. "Fuck... I REALLY like hearin' that from a Humme..."

On his hands and knees, with the Goblin standing on his legs, Raedryn hissed as the thick flesh invaded his body, lubricated by nothing more than saliva and its own precum. The sound he made was all but drowned out by the pleased groan from Slag and, by the time the Goblin had bottomed-out, the Human's head began to spin. He didn't really have time to consider it or even to get used to the overabundance of green skin flesh spilling out of him before Slag pulled back, using the position of his feet on Raedryn's legs and his hands, gripping the Human's hips to complete it in a single motion before rolling his pelvis and forcing himself right back in; the young man yelped as every last inch of the massive green tool slipped into him once again in a single thrust.

Crying out, Raedryn didn't realize just how worked up he was until his prostate was bludgeoned inside him and his entire body began convulsing as his member twisted, feebly surrendering what little cum he could manage to squeeze out while impaled by Slag's massive tool. The next thrust took his breath away and he felt like he was floating before a fresh surge of pleasure ran through him, and a powerful spurt of seed was forced from him by the movement of the Goblin's flesh within him-- followed by a second and third one.

Slag laughed condescendingly astride him, calling out. "Hey! Ashe! I think this young pink cock sleeve's got a thing fer Gobbos..."

So focused on the sensation of the girthy rod pistoning within him, Raedryn completely missed the First Mate's response, but he didn't miss the lusty groan from the Goblin. He did, however, catch the next thing Ashe said. "Heh... looks like the Gobbo might 'got a thing fer' the 'young pink cock sleeve'..."

A hitch interrupted Slag's next thrust, and Raedryn could feel the Goblin's grip on him tense up as he sped up his rhythmic pounding. "Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

The gunner continued the singular, rapidly repeated stream of obscenities as his entire body stared shaking and, after what sounded like a growling grunt, Slag slammed into him even harder and Raedryn winced as he testicles were impacted powerfully by the Goblin's and the tightness in the Human's insides was tested as he felt the turgid member begin to pulse with urgent need; a split second later he was well on his way to being filled with copious amounts of powerful, viscous ropes of semen.

Slag continued grinding his hips powerfully against Raedryn's holding him tightly as he ejaculated as deep into the young man as he could manage before collapsing atop him; the Human fell onto the floor moments later. He continued to feel the soft pulses of Slag's cock, but it was nowhere near as powerful as when the Goblin's orgasm had first started and he had just begun wondering if he'd be able to pinpoint the time at which Slag was done, but his senses gave way to a fresh vision before he could find an answer.

The Goblin in front of him was a warlord of sorts, or at least a leader of a tribe. He was the ruler of the Goblin he led, and he also served the Prophet. Despite his willingness to follow, however, the chieftain (that was it-- he was a Goblin chieftain) still maintained his independence and so the Prophet treated him as an ally; the Goblin would accept nothing less. Still, there was no doubt in the Prophet's mind that the Goblin-- that Token was loyal. Few people outside the Prophet's retainers spoke that name, of course... to everyone else, he was known as--

Slag's voice spoke the name aloud even as he climbed off of Raedryn. "Chief Blacknail."

The young man felt a fresh drop of Goblin semen land on his thigh as the gunner went to help him up. "That's right... Token Blacknail... You saw the vision then..."

Snorting, Slag snatched his shirt off of the floor and used it to wipe his slowly softening cock clean. "Course I did, Humme... an' if I'm Chief Blacknail, that makes you--"

Ashe, finally separate from the wall, strode over toward the cell. "Lord Ozran, Prophet of the Sundered God."

Slag shot the First Mate a sour look. "An' if ya fuckin' knew, ya couldn'ta thought ta mention something EARLIER, shit head?"

Ashe's smirk was flawless. "It's something you have to experience to believe... not unlike our good friend's warm... 'reception'."

In recent days Raedryn had come to learn to appreciate a good 'trash talking' and felt that he was finally starting to understand the posturing-with-friends thing that seemed to be so common among the lower class and, if he was right, then he was willing to believe that both Ashe and Slag had been on relatively good terms... and perhaps still were. The young man also appreciated the tact with which Ashe had used the word 'reception' in favor of other much more crass words. Wincing as he straightened up, Raedryn rested a hand on his hip as he felt Goblin semen leak out of him.

Slag glanced his way and, for a moment, an expression of adoration flashed across the Goblin's visage but it was quickly replaced with the same self-absorbed sneer he'd worn when he first entered the cell. A green hand shot out and slapped him once again on the ass. "Clench up, kid... you'll spill less."

Raedryn honestly didn't know what he expected out of the Goblin once he'd been awakened to the prophecy, but the young man HAD expected SOMETHING to change; that was obviously not the case. "Are... you okay... Mr. Slag?"

The Goblin's grin widened and his eyebrows raised. "MISTER is it? Well fuck, Ashe... he's the gods damned Prophet, but he's still callin' me 'Mister'.... I think we have us the best fuckin' Prophet ever!"

Feeling the start of a blush coupled with a hint of indignation warm the back of his neck and ears, Raedryn cleared his throat. "What I mean is, a lot of Fractals take some time to get used to--"

The Goblin spoke over him. "Fractal? What's that supposed'ta be?"

Ashe answered. "A Bearer of a Divine Seed... or, to put simply: us."

Slag rolled his eyes, getting dressed again. "Yeah... great an' all that... guess this kinda drops some chum in th' water with all our plans now, huh? The Cap'n know?"

The First Mate shook his head. "No. The Captain wants to unload him at the auction block at the Archipelago."

The Goblin let out a groaning sigh and slapped himself in the face with a palm. "Fuuuuuck... good money in that, but we can't go doin' that now, can we?"

Ashe shook his head. "Nope."

Raedryn was able to get dressed easily, having very little to put on. He moved to rest a hand on Slag's shoulder. "Thank you for your help."

The gunner was immediately all scowls. "Ah never promised t'help ya, kid."

The First Mate interjected. "TECHNICALLY you said you'd make sure that you'd keep him safe, Slag...."

Scowling, the Goblin objected, grumbling in a way that suggested to Raedryn that his heart wasn't in the denial. "Yeah? Well that don't mean I'm gonna help him escape slavery or nothin'... the Cap wouldn't be too happy about that, now WOULD he?"

Raedryn, still standing beside the Goblin, decided it was time to push his luck. "I need to be free to fulfill the Prophecy. I can't be a slave... and I need help from both of you... I need to get away and get back to the rest of the followers of the Sundered God."

Slag's frown deepened. "We're part a th' crew a th' Petrel, Humme... if we go against th' Cap'n it'd be mutiny... we'd get marooned on some island somewhere... or worse."

Ashe nodded almost theatrically. "Mmm... indeed. Surely we'd be banished from the Petrel's crew.. but I'm willing to bet that the Prophet here has a better 'crew'."

Grousing and grumbling, Slag knocked the cell door open with his elbow as he stomped his way out. "Yeah? Well I'LL be the judge a that, damn it."

Watching the Goblin go, Raedryn was worried for a moment that the plan had failed, right until he noticed Ashe smiling. "So... him storming off ISN'T a bad sign? Why do you look like that went WELL?"

Ashe's grin widened. "Well... he DID just say that he plans on being the judge of that... and if he's going to be the judge of it then that implies that he'll be helping you get away so he can meet up with your followers. Leave it up to Slag making his agreement to help sound like he's telling you off."

Although he was still full of trepidation, Raedryn nevertheless found the First Mate's smile to be infectious.