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The Shameless

The flash of lightning illuminated the path ahead of me. For a brief moment, I could see the fallen trees and puddles that crowded the small dirt path. My breaths came in heavy gasps, each labored pant pushing me forward. Aching legs jumped over the trees and mud pits blocking my way. I had waited and suffered all my life for tonight, and nothing was going to stop me.

“Almost there,” I told myself, letting that knowledge propel me to my goal. My way off of the island was at the end of this road and I was going to reach it, despite the storm. This was nothing compared to all the suffering I had endured on this island. My muscles burned. No matter my determination, climbing the mountain had taken its toll on me.

That moment of distraction was all it took for a branch to snag my foot, sending me crashing to the ground. The puddle that broke my fall also soaked the small bundle that tumbled from my arms.

“No no no,” I cried out, grabbing my bag out of the muddy puddle. I had used the last of my money to buy what was in that bag, and it would be the death of me if it was ruined.

Kneeling in the mud, I checked the bag. A sigh of relief escaped me, all of the candles had survived the fall. The candles were crucial in the ritual. The ritual was crucial to finally leaving the small fishing village. There was nothing left for me here. My parents both died years ago, my only friend was regularly out to sea. The Gods were my only hope of a life of my own, something worth living. Standing on shaky legs, I took a deep breath before pushing forwards again.

“Twenty one gods, twenty one years, and twenty one candles lit, control of your fate you will remit, to the will of the gods you do submit. Fame, fortune, and power are yours in return, so long as their commands you do not spurn,” I muttered to myself, using the poem to remind myself what I’m striving for. Everyone in the town thought I was crazy, to put all my faith in the ancient poem. Even if the ritual spot was well known to exist, no one had been blessed by the gods in centuries.

Travelers used to come from all over the world to this tiny island. Families would let the ones coming of age light their candles to pledge to the gods. Legend has it that they used to give blessings regularly, some small, some large. From riches and magic items, to entire kingdoms, this was one of the few places in the world where the Gods would hear your desires. The island was even named Mormir’s Rest.

Now, their island was a joke. A miserable fishing village far from the mainland. The Gods have forsaken this town, but I knew the ritual would work for me. Before my mother died, she told me she had been visited by a God in her dreams. She told me that as long as my faith did not waver, I would be blessed by a God, and leave this island. Ever since that day, I put all my belief into the idea that when I turned twenty-one years of age, my life would change.

Everyone on the island was convinced the Gods had left not only the island, but the entire world. Evidence did seem to point to their departure. The Sagas tell of their miracles being commonplace long ago, but now there wasn’t even a whisper of their existence. Most of us still believed, but faith was waning.

I shake my head, dragging myself out of my memories. Focus was what I needed now. My goal was finally in sight, the final section of tall trees soaring overhead. Urging my body forward, I push through the branches. The wind was pushing me backwards now, rain slapping me in the face like tiny spikes. It felt like Ignis himself had sent the storm to stop my progress.

Another bright flash of lightning lit the sky. Even though it was just past midday, it was as dark as night. The summer storms were brutal on the island, far out to sea with nothing to shelter them. Everyone in the town would be sheltered inside their homes, hoping to the Gods that they would avoid disaster. It didn’t matter to me what the sky looked like, today was the only day this could be done.

Step after step I avoid logs, puddles, and stones. Exhaustion was slowly winning the war as I managed to barely jog the final feet to the exit of the forest. Vines and brambles stretch across the path, as if to block my final progress. Gritting my teeth and clutching my bag to my chest, I shove my way into the undergrowth.

I had started this trip early in the morning, but thanks to the storm it had taken most of the morning just to get to the forest surrounding the altar. Determination filled me, if this storm was a final test of the Gods, I would not fail it. Thorns on the vines dug into my arms and tore my clothes, but I gave one last push to break free.

Soaking wet, covered in mud and a little blood, at last I burst through the final archway of trees and into a clearing. Great stone blocks were set flush into the ground to form a circle. Twenty one solid stone blocks, each depicting a different god or goddess, with Mormir the King of the Gods on the center stone.

Every stone showed a God on their throne, each a ruler of their own domain. One of them would offer me a blessing, some great boon or enchantment, to bring me to riches and glory. Curiosity gripped me, what kind of blessing would they give me? Walking through the pouring rain, I approached the center of the circle.

Rising from the middle of Mormir’s stone was an altar with twenty one indentations. I took a deep and steadying breath, withdrawing the candles from my bag. With a final step forward I stood in front of the altar and placed a single candle in each of the slots. Another bright flash of lightning, the boom of thunder making me jump and almost drop my flint. My hands shook as I struck the flint and steel together, the oiled wick of the first candle bursting into light despite the rain. Using the first candle I proceeded to light each of them in turn. With all of my candles lit, I stepped back and waited.

The Gods chose a champion by finding ones that already align with them in thoughts and deeds. All of the legends tell us that their chosen ones are always gifted in ways that reflect the God that chose them. Balmung was chosen by Fern, the God of Wisdom, for his love of knowledge. He made the Empire of Odessa very wealthy during his trades for rare books, somehow every trade he made ended with him on the favorable side.

The seconds turned into minutes as a pit of disappointment began to grow in my stomach. I began going back over the poem in my head, I turned twenty one years old today, I lit twenty one candles, and I was ready to give my life over to the Gods. Did I miss something?

My fear vanished in a burst of surprise as one of the candles hissed, a supernatural force extinguishing it. A long moment later, another candle hissed out. One by one I watched as the candles sputtered, hissed, and went out. Eventually, only one candle remained. Eyes wide, I stared down at the final candle, its orange glow gently flickering from the far right corner of the altar.

The flame danced in the rain, my eyes strangely drawn to it. No matter how hard I tried, I found I could no longer look away. Rooted to the spot, my body was frozen. Just as I began to feel fear creeping in, the moment passed and I was able to move.

Wrenching my gaze from the candle I looked around. I was no longer in the clearing of the forest behind my village. Instead, I was in a grand bedroom, satin curtains and silk sheets covering almost every inch of the small room. A firepit sat in the center, carved into the floor and surrounded by marble benches covered in soft pillows. The deep scent of a rich incense filled my nostrils.

“Welcome at last Lexi, I hope you’re ready for the first day of your new life,” the voice rang like a harp in my ears, each word a note of music that reached into my soul. Turning slowly, I felt my emotions rise and crash like waves as I set eyes upon the God who chose me. Triangular ears twitched, black tipped and blending into a rich brown fur that covered the rest of the fox like face of my apparent patron. His laughter blossomed in my ears, yanking at my heart and almost causing me to stumble.

“Yes, probably not quite who you were hoping for,” he said with a smirk on his muzzle. He could probably tell from the look of disappointment on my face that I was hoping for any of the other Gods. This was, in my thoughts, the second worst outcome. The worst being no God at all wanting me.

I knew who he was of course, I didn’t need to see the many tailed fox emblem on his purple silk robes. Or the swirling vortex of his multicolored tails behind him. Rom, for that was his name, was the lowest ranked among the Gods, his domain focusing on the more carnal parts of life. Very few Sagas began with blessings from Rom.

“Beggars don’t get to refuse a meal, no matter how hard to swallow,” I said with a sigh of resignation.

“I knew you would say that!” came the loud reply, a smile coming to his face, “It is though, as you say, the rest of my family has sadly refused you.”

“Still, it’s far better than the alternative,” I say, noticing for the first time that I’m no longer wet, or cold.

“I’ve been waiting many years for you,” he purrs to me, “You’re going to help me get the admiration I deserve.”

“I am, of course, yours to command,” my voice does not waver. Despite this not being my first choice, I was already committed. “I still have to ask, why?”

“Why?” he questions, with a tilt of his head.

“Yes, why? Pity? You never champion anyone, yet I assume that’s what you’re here to offer me,” I stated bluntly. “You didn’t leave your boon at the altar, so this must be an elaborate blessing.”

“You’re correct, I want to be your Patron. I want you to give you a ship, let you find a crew, and I want to make you the Queen of the Pirates.”

“I still need to know why.”

“You possess what I like to call, an…openness of the mind,” he said, his smile widening more as he gestures dramatically with his hands by spreading them apart. “Most mortals are not able to handle what my blessing requires of them.”

“Openness? You’re the God of sex, wouldn’t most men jump at the chance to have sex for power?”

“Loving sex isn’t an openness of the mind my dear Lexi, that’s just the start,” the melody of his voice settled over the room like a warm blanket, leaving me to think on his words for a moment. The few experiences I had with sex were pleasant enough, but he was talking as if that was barely scratching the surface.

“I still don’t understand.”

“You will if you accept.”

“What are the terms then?” I asked at last.

His smile kept widening as he responded, “I already told you my terms. You will Captain the ship I give you, find a crew, and my guidance will make you Queen of the Pirates and a terror of the seas. All you have to do is have an open mind.” I mulled over his words, looking the fox up and down, his multicolored tails swirling behind him in some pattern I couldn’t decipher.

“Another reason I am so excited to have you as my Champion. Look at you,” he laughs, “Skin and bones, barely standing and yet you stare me down like my equal.”

“I accept,” I say at last, my eyes moving up to meet the kitsune’s bright purple ones.

“Excellent, we shall begin right away. First, we are going to clean you up and sort you out,” he said while moving a few steps towards me, this time I see his eyes looking me up and down. I flushed a bit, my baggy clothes hanging off of my bony figure. Years of malnourishment and starvation had taken their toll, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t need to worry about my next meal ever again. A loud snap shocked me out of my brief reverie, Rom’s fingers cracking loudly in the small room.

“There we go, much better,” his voice purred in my ear as he gestured to the far wall. The silk covering the wall parted on its own to reveal a mirror set into the stone. Stepping forward, I took my first look at the new me.

Raven black hair framed my now full face. Gone were the gaunt features from a life of hard work on an island. Now my face was healthy, my full lips pouting seductively at me from the mirror. I followed my hair down until it stopped just above my shoulders, which were now covered by a purple silk robe. Open at the front, the robe revealed my tan skin, exposed and giving way to the now voluptuous rise of my chest. I could feel the now lean muscles in my arms and legs, my body now strong and healthy.

A pair of fox paws slide sensually up my sides, causing me to shiver as he whispers into my ear, “This is what your body should have grown into. I’ve given you the nourishment and strength you would have found in a proper family.” I bit my lip despite myself as his paws stopped just under my now heavy breasts, sliding away from my body and leaving me shocked to find myself wanting more. I tore my eyes away from the swell of my own cleavage to turn back to Rom.

I noticed I was a little taller than before, standing with my back straight and shoulders proud for the first time in my life. Clenching my hands a few times, I could feel the new power in my muscles. His violet eyes were staring at me approvingly, that wide smile still on his muzzle. My body moved for me, falling to my knees.

Now, kneeling on the soft cushion at Rom’s feet, my eyes stare directly into his as I tell him “From this day until my last, I will serve you Rom, God of Lust. I will let you guide me, I will fly your colors and be your Champion.” His smile was beaming now as he reached one paw forward, cupping my cheek with his warm palm. My eyes closed as I breathed in his scent, a sharp scent of spices and rose petals. When I opened them again, we were somewhere new.

Looking up, I found Rom hurrying down a dock, his sandaled feet making no noise on the smooth planks. Scrambling to my feet I rushed after him, pausing for just a moment to acquaint myself with my new body. The dock was covered in a dense fog, making it impossible to see beyond the tiny patch of dirt behind me. With water to either side it was clear I shouldn’t leave the dock I was standing on. The planks were a smooth mahogany type of wood that I’d never seen before.

I moved swiftly down the dock towards Rom. Each step into the fog was like a dream. I saw the figurehead first, rising out of the dense mist like the fog itself was giving birth to her. Seaweed like hair spilled down the shoulders of a top naked mermaid, the details enough to make even a sailor blush. Her fishtail sparkled an iridescent violet even in the soft lighting of the strange otherworld we were in. More and more of the ship came into view as I walked into the fog. Charcoal black wood was used for most of her body, with that same rich red wood of the dock used for the railings, standing out like she was gilded with crimson.

The Shameless was painted in bright gold ink on her side. My mind raced for a moment at the implications of the name, wondering how true that would turn out. Rom was already stepping onto the deck of the ship, waving down at me. I grabbed onto the ladder nearby and quickly scrambled up the side of the ship to step out onto her broad deck. Flawless, was the word that first came to my mind, everything looked as if it were carved from a dream.

My eyes spotted the nearby stairway up onto the quarterdeck. I nearly jumped up the steps as I called out to Rom, listening and following his response down a companionway to a door labeled “Captain’s Quarters”. My quarters, I realized with a start. The full impact of what was happening to me finally settling in. This door was the door to my future, away from this tiny island, away from being the orphan of the town, away from my entire old life. I didn’t hesitate as I reached forward and opened the door.

The door opened easily on well oiled hinges, dim torchlight dancing from within. I stepped inside, walking by an elaborate table gilded with gold, and approached the back of the cabin. The room, I noted, was much bigger on the inside than it could possibly be on the outside. Rom’s voice echoed from the bedroom, “The Shameless is a magical ship of my own design. Right now, she is powerless. Just a beautiful rose bereft of its color. I am going to show you how to power her magic.”

“By having sex, we’ve been over that,” I called back to him as I approached the doorway at the rear of the cabin. The only torchlight I could see was coming from the bedroom, the rest of the cabin was shrouded in darkness. Squinting, I could just make out the shape of a desk.

“It’s not quite that simple, my Champion,” came the honey sweet reply from Rom. Sliding past the door frame, I saw him sprawled lazily on the biggest bed I had ever seen. The bedroom was almost entirely taken up by the bed. Silk sheets and soft pillows surrounded the fox god. Naked, erect, and on full display, his gaze locked onto me as I walked closer. His body was covered in a simple brown fur that blended into a cream on his chest and stomach. Lean muscles popping as he stretches and poses a little under my gaze. My cheeks flush as my eyes snap onto his member despite myself. I watched it pulse in the flickering light of the torches. He was much bigger than either of the men I had been with before.

“Seems to be just sex to me,” I chuckled, gesturing at his twitching cock and rather hefty set of balls beneath..

“This ship is bound to you,” he told me, reaching out and pulling me down onto the bed beside him. I allowed myself to be yanked down, laying on my back as he moved to lean over me. “This mark will show you,” his hands opened my robes while he spoke, revealing my firm stomach and lack of undergarments. Ignoring my own nudity I stared in wonder at the large tattoo of a heart below my navel. Black spirals twisted out from either side of the heart, with the center blank and showing my olive skin.

“Wow,” came my breathless reply, one of my hands reaching down to trace along the black lines snaking out from the heart.

“For now though, the best way to explain is just to show you,” his lips danced over my neck now, whispering into my skin. His fur tickled me slightly and sent goosebumps down my arms. I felt one of his paws slide over my stomach, pushing away the overwhelming anxiety brought on by the fact that I was about to have sex with a God.

“Oh Gods,” I whimpered, feeling his tongue snake down my neck and collarbone.

“Yes I am here,” he chuckles in response. I rolled my eyes dramatically, causing him to give a teasing nip at my neck. Rom began to sensually caress my stomach, his paw moving up slowly towards my chest. Every touch sends electric shocks through my body, and I wasn’t sure if that was some magic of his or if this was what it was supposed to feel like.

I closed my eyes, relinquishing myself to the sensations as his paw on my midriff moves up to cup my breast. The squeeze that came next brought out another whimper of pleasure from my lips. From the moment I saw which God had chosen me, I knew it would lead to this. Of course the God of Sex would require it as worship.

The nimble fingers of his paw caress and pinch at my nipple, large and swollen with a building desire. I could feel his hardness pressing into my thigh, the fox god rubbing his soft furred body sensually against mine. The slender tongue left my collarbone and pressed against my hardened nipple. I gasped and gripped the sheets from the shock of his tongue, my previous partners had not cared as much for my pleasure.

His paw squeezes harder, the flesh of my tit overflowing around his fingers while his tongue ravishes my nipple. Abandoning our restraint now, my moans fill the bedroom as my new Patron suckles and nibbles on every inch of my chest. He rolls over me, pushing my legs apart to settle himself between them. One paw beside my head, the other moving its way between my legs. I feel his finger spread me open, a sharp intake of breath coming from the God when he feels my tight heat surrounding his finger.

My mind fills with pleasure, Rom’s mouth surrounding my nipple and his finger pushing deeper inside me. I grip onto his arms now, squeezing the muscles and fur. The finger inside me curls upwards, pressing against a spot inside me that makes stars burst in my head. He massages that spot gently, his tongue and mouth never still as he sucks and nibbles on my skin. I don’t even notice how far down his tongue has moved until it presses against my clit. The shock of pleasure forces a quiver from deep inside me.

“D-don’t stop,” I manage to gasp out, my hips bucking against his tongue as it lashes against that nub of pleasure. Rom’s only response is to flick his tongue faster over my clit and push a second finger inside me to join the first. When that second finger curls to press that aching spot inside me, I clench hard and feel my orgasm rip through me. A wave of pleasure from between my legs that soars through my entire body, every muscle clenching and releasing in pulses.

Eventually I collapse backwards on the bed, panting heavily. I feel him slide his fingers slowly out of me, another shudder wracking my body. Thankfully, it wasn’t my first orgasm, but it was by far the strongest. Looking down now over my sweat sheened body, I saw the heart tattoo had changed. The empty section inside the heart was partially filled with purple ink. My gaze shifts up as Rom moves to spread my legs further apart, his rigid length resting over my crotch. He smiles at me, giving me a moment to regain my composure.

“Your pleasure fuels the magic, the stronger your orgasms, the more magic,” he informs me, noticing me staring at the partially filled heart. While he speaks, his hips shift backwards, letting his member slide down my groin until the tapered tip of his cock pressed against my slick folds. “The more you use the ship's powers, the more magic you’ll need,” pausing there for a moment, he lets the implications of his words sink in. I understood, more magic, more sex.

He rubs his tip against my clit, causing me to shudder as the tingling pleasure rushed through me. I stared at him, muscles rippling under the cream colored fur on his chest, brown furred arm beside my head and violet eyes staring down at me. My pussy clenches when he rubs the tip between my folds, teasing me. His length pulses and I feel his growing impatience as he lines his tip up with my entrance. He waits there, smirking down at me.

Sensing his pause, I give him what he wants, knowing all the niceties are out of the way now, “Please, please just fuck me!” The words were still hanging in the air when he slams his hips forward. I throw my head back in ecstasy as I feel his entire length sliding into me. His cock fills me completely, another orgasm flooding me when his tapered tip hits the back of my tunnel. The feeling of the warm fur of his groin pressing against me lets me know his cock fully is hilted inside of me.

Rom allows me a moment to recover, leaning down to dive his muzzle deep into my neck. Sniffing deeply of my scent, his hips begin to pump his thick member in and out of me. Somehow too big and yet fitting perfectly, the God’s cock teases every sensitive part inside me. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly to my chest, feeling his hips speed up with every thrust. His tails swirl behind him, uncountable and infinite, almost hypnotizing. Pleasure pulses deep in my core, a building pressure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Closing my eyes, I sink my teeth into his shoulder, giving in to my lust as I buck my hips wildly against him.

A growling snarl comes from the fox as I bite him, his claws sinking into the soft flesh of my hips. Moans, growls, and other wet sensual noises fill the bedroom of my cabin. I felt myself shedding my past life, the ecstasy giving birth to someone new. I wanted more. Rom groaned into neck, his thrusts getting harder and harder. My pussy throbbed each time I felt him slide back inside me. The pressure inside me built up to the bursting point and another climax overtook me.

It wasn’t enough for me. I growled back at him and shoved him to the side, rolling on top of him with his shaft still embedded inside of me. Now with me on top, I grind down against him. My hands move up and grab my tits, squeezing them as I revel in the pleasure of his huge cock buried to the hilt in my greedy pussy. I clench my walls down on him, milking his shaft as I ride him. His paws grab my hips, pushing me down, his own desperate feelings of pleasure driving him to push deeper into me. The many swirling tails caress me, sensually stroking up and down my back and sides, seeming to urge me forward as I rode Rom faster and faster.

Both of us could feel my next orgasm approaching. The walls of my pussy squeeze him tighter as I get closer to climax. I feel a prick of pain as the claws on his hands dig into my exposed hips, the sensation pushing me over the edge. My hands move to his chest to hold me up as let the now familiar pleasure flood me. Our hips both grind against each other, pushing his pulsing cock as deep into me as possible.

I was surprised to feel the swelling of a knot at the base of his member. The feeling just made me more desperate to feel his climax, wanting to feel his knot spreading me wide. Before I can resume moving my hips the fox flips me over, pushing my face into a pillow and yanking my ass into the air. Groaning now, I wiggle my hips at him.

He doesn’t make me wait long before I feel him slam his cock home inside of me again. His paws squeezing and pulling on my hips with each thrust of his length. I can feel his knot expanding slowly, filling my chest with excitement. My moans fill the air as I don’t even try to hold them in anymore. Loud and echoing I voice my pleasure for Rom to hear, the ecstatic moans are music to his ears, a type of worship only he can have.

With each motion of his hips I squeeze his shaft with my hole, tugging at his knot as I feel it growing too big to pull out. I whimpered for him, my desperate sounds letting him know I badly wanted him to knot me. Rom groaned with me, the fox panting heavier with each breath. With every thrust I can feel him losing composure, getting closer and closer. His heavy balls slap my clit when he hilts inside me, driving me nearer to my own huge orgasm.

Finally, I feel his claws dig into my hips again, yanking me back fully onto his length.I moan loudly for him, knowing he’s about to cum. My body aches for it, pushing back against him. Inside me his cock swells and throbs, that knot expanding rapidly to fill my tight hole. The tip of his shaft erupts, pressed right against my cervix. It gushes his load into me, several waves of semen filling me completely, his knot trapping it inside.

The feeling of his knot and his cum claiming my pussy wrenches the strongest orgasm of the night from me. My entire body quivers and twitches as I half scream with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy roll from my core to fill every inch of my body. Eventually, like all things, my orgasm dies down. Leaving me panting and collapsed on top of a now sweat soaked fox. Both of us breathing heavily and enjoying the warm afterglow of good sex. I chuckled to myself, good sex, I noted, was something I had never had before now.

Laying my head on Rom’s chest, I let my eyes wander for a moment. Light and warmth spill from a fireplace now, a bright roaring fire burning where before there was only ashes. Metal chests and dressers line the walls, ready to be filled with my plunder. This whole ship was mine now. I nestle into Rom’s chest, snuggling into his warm fur.

A peaceful and fulfilled sensation washed over me. It was the final culmination of everything I had been waiting and dreaming of. Maybe the specifics were very different than I expected, but I wasn’t going to complain about moving from an abandoned workshop into a ship fit for a Queen. That thought filled me with another kind of emotion, anxiety. Queen of the Pirate’s sounded a lot more daunting now that the adrenaline had died down.

Pushing that thought to the side, I looked up at Rom and asked, “So now what?”

“Well your magic tank is full now, but it will take more to fill it as you grow in power,” he informed me, “The ship is awake. You’ll find she’s very helpful in both sailing and combat.”

“You mean she sails herself?” I asked, my almond shaped eyes wide with a growing sense of excitement.

“Sort of,” was the enigmatic reply, “You’ll find out as you go.” His paws rubbed soothingly up and down my back, hugging me to his chest.

“Does that mean I can sail her alone?”

“Yes, but I do advise at least one more crewmember,” he warned.

“I already have one in mind anyway,” I told him.

“Good, you need to set sail sooner rather than later,” his voice was getting harder and harder to focus on.

“How will I know where to go?”

“Just follow the arrow,” he was so far away now.

“The arrow?”

“You’ll understand, don’t worry. I won’t be here when you wake, but I’ll contact you when you need me. The ship will help you,” his reassurances relax me. My heavy eyelids slowly begin to close.

The rose and spice of his scent fill my nostrils, his knot still swollen inside of me and trapping us together. Exhaustion claims me, feeling the familiar tug of dreamland. I hear him shushing me softly as a haze of sleep claims me. Despite my desire to see the rest of the ship, the lull of slumber wins and I drift off to sleep.