Age of Cataclysm: Book 1-Chapter 37
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Chapter 37
Everyone on the Howling Gale takes it easy while recovering from the injuries from the Serexi. To its benefit, it doesn't encounter any ships from Pheha's navy. At dinner, the associates remember those lost on the island. The casualties claim approximately a quarter of the Howling Gale's members.
Afterward, Sylfinas enters the room, changing into a fresh set of clothes discarding the filthy garments aside. As he inserts the pin into his inner shirt, he wonders if the minor scratch on it is slightly larger than before or if he's imagining it. He retrieves his equipment and ingredients to brew potions, commencing the process; he finds it therapeutic to produce potions or play with his musical instrument for an extended period after dealing with a terrible situation, and the island is no exception. With his companions entering the chamber to retire for the night, he finds a place in the process where he can safely cease, delighted about completing a couple of health potions.
In the captain's quarters, Lorna is occupying herself by inspecting the world map of the peninsula containing Adoran, Pheha, other countries, and the countries that border the Kerithian Meriderthan Seas, including Lutis; Bolts is standing next to a wall in an inactive state. She, her crew, and the passengers are near the water where the Drow are claiming it's their territory, meaning the probability of encountering Phehan ships would drastically increase. Marking the Romboia Archipelago on the map, she plots her course to lessen the chances of stumbling upon hostile sea vessels by avoiding highly-disputed areas of contention.
Lorna's thought process becomes clouded by a burning sensation in her loins and tingly stomach, remembering Merrick's actions on the island. Him? No way I should be turned on by him. You know better than that, Lorna. Fuck, I'm just like a bitch in heat for how wet I am for Wood Elf.
She reaches down into her underwear, locates her snatch, and starts to caress her vulva, glancing over to where the Mechar is. It will stay where it's at until it senses danger nearby, or she would issue a command to activate it, but she knows that it is fully cognizant of everything around it, including her masturbating. Fuck it, I need the release.
The Elf spreads her pussy juice around her crotch as she rubs her outer folds, biting her lower lip from the pleasure while staring at the map. The seconds turn into minutes, and she relocates to her bed, ignoring the huddle around Laz on the deck outside. Her panties and pants were on the floor's carpeted section, and she inserts two fingers into her vagina; her free hand starts to unbutton her long dress, taking a pause to toss it over to her discarded clothing.
Lorna stares at her snatch, and it is wet as if she has a male plowing her instead. The fingers glisten from her nectar, inserting them in her mouth, and she moans from the sweet taste while playing with her breasts; she shivers as she twists and pulls her erect nipples. Once she cleans her digits, she returns to her pussy, pressing one of them within. The gasps escape her lungs, a second finger quickly finding itself inside her.
In conjunction with fingering her genitalia, Lorna's right hand manipulates her boob, squeezing it and moving it around while messing with the nipple. She lifts to her mouth as she tilts her head forward, suckling on her teat; her moans and pants become muffled though audible to anyone with a death-wish that could enter her chamber. Her juice flows at a faster rate from the stimulation.
Her self-pleasure extends close to midnight, and her hands alternate between focusing solely on her tits and slit, creating distinct stimuli that pleasure Lorna. As she concentrates on her vagina, her hands parted her folds, touching every part of her inner wall, and she gasps when she comes into contact with her clitoris. Her primal vocals mix with the squelching sounds from her groin.
Eventually, the Wood Elf has enough with her buildup, and she commences to flood her body with as much titillation as possible. Simultaneously, Lorna fondles her right breast while focusing her clitoris and G-spot, tightening her eyes shut as her orgasm swiftly arrives, her body quaking in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhh ffffffuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk!"
Lorna feels lethargic as her climax fades away, huffing as her body trembles a few times. Glancing down, she beholds her pussy juice soiling her bedsheets. While waiting for her energy to return, Lorna cleans the honey off her fingers, one digit at a time. Once she recovers, she ambulates to where she keeps her clothes to select a fresh set for tomorrow. As she searches the chest, the Elf discerns a fancy collection of garments from decades ago. Feeling disgusted at the sight, she angrily stuffs them back once she selects her attire. Why do I even keep them?
(Septham 7th Year 672 of the 4th Age)
On the next day, the crewmembers resume their duties at a regular, or harder, pace. The entire mood on the ship is somber. A storm rolls in around the early afternoon lasting up to two hours with periods of halcyon weather in between, and that's the only excitement for the entire day, not that they care.
Dinnertime arrives and everybody, including Myla with Lorna's imprimatur after some begging, is down in the mess hall slurping down on soup made with shellfish, potatoes, bacon, and cream. Arven, Kaera, and Sylfinas are cognizant of the difference in Merrick's consumption habits. Instead of ingesting mammoth amounts of food, he has only one bowl and is satisfied just like yesterday, but they chalk up to a depressing day mourning the fallen.
"I'll see you in our room," Merrick said.
"You're full already?" Arven asked.
"I'm not really hungry."
"You're always hungry. You eat just as much as Kaera, and she can wolf down food more than anybody else in this room; no offense, Kaera."
"None taken," the Fenri responded.
"I'm just not feeling it today. I'll see you later. I appreciate it if you don't bother me for a while."
"Bye, Merrick," Arven spoke.
“Bye, Arven. Bye, Kaera, Sylfinas, and Myla."
"Bye," all three replied.
"Ok, something's wrong with Merrick," Arven said as soon as Merrick vacated.
"Most likely, the Serexi did something to him in the temple before we extricated him," Sylfinas said.
"I'm going to find him," Kaera said.
Arven warns her. "That wouldn't be a good idea. It's best to leave him be for now. We're going to have a conversation, but not at this time."
Lorna shows up. "Is the scruffy-looking person with you?"
"You just missed him," Sylfinas answered.
"Damn."
"Why?"
"I want to personally thank him for what he did for me."
"Clink-clank."
"Shut up; I said I wanted to thank him, and that was it."
"Well, now is not the opportune time to do it. Merrick explicitly told us that he wants to be alone for a while."
"If you see him, tell him to meet me in my chambers."
"We'll try."
"Sounds like she's interested in him," Arven commented as she left.
"I'm not!" Lorna responded as she heard him.
Arven and Sylfinas take their dirty dishes to the dishwashing station and exit to either sharpen the blades and guitar practice, respectively, leaving Kaera and Myla behind.
"You got a minute, Myla?" Kaera asked.
"Sure, Kaera," she answered. What is it?"
"I just want to say thank you for saving my life back on the island."
"You're welcome."
"How are you doing after witnessing the recent events?"
"I'm a bit sad. This whole ship is sad."
"Yeah, I can see it too."
"No, I mean I feel their sadness. Each person is sad, and they each hide more pain inside themselves, including you, Sylfinas, and the army-man."
"Sylfinas is hurting deep inside?"
"He is, but he's the happiest out of everyone I've met. I know he's the one that I want to tag along with and help ease the pain out of everyone and make them happy and smile because that's his goal as well. That other man that's a part of your group, the dirty-looking one with marks on his arms, he's in the most pain."
"Merrick?"
"That's his name."
"He's been through a lot. He told everyone in the group about how messed up his childhood was. I believe the events at the island didn't help at all."
"Right now, the pain inside him is winning."
Kaera's eyes open wide from the Beastgirl's words triggering a memory. "I need to find Merrick right now."
"You remind me of a dog I used to have. He was big and scary looking just like you, but he was the most caring dog any girl could ever get."
"Uhh, thanks?"
"It's the closest thing I can best describe you. Deep down, I can tell you like Merrick."
"I like him as a sibling and not boyfriend-girlfriend."
"You have brothers and sisters?"
"One actual brother, four stepbrothers, and way too many half-brothers and sisters."
"Your actual brother, I sense he brings up the most pain in you and the most joy along with one of the stepbrothers and a couple of others."
"I'd rather not talk about them; it's complicated. Let's take you back to our room, and I need to go find Merrick." Kaera drops off Myla in their room and is relieved that Sylfinas is fine-tuning his guitar and brushing up his skills by playing a couple of songs.
Merrick is on the Howling Gale's bow watching the lightning in the aphotic, distant horizon, the sailors keeping their distance from him. Anger bellows in his stomach about the events in his life, including yesterday. He takes a look at the water beneath him, perpending on an idea.
"Merrick!" Kaera shouted.
He turns to stare at the Fenri. "What's up, Kaera?"
"I know you said that you want to be alone for a while, but I want to make sure you're ok."
"I am; thanks for checking. You can leave now."
Kaera shakes her head. "Sorry, but I can tell from your face that there multiple thoughts in your head, none of them pleasant. It's better to vent them out."
Merrick angrily sighs before calmly speaking, "You know all the shit I went through during childhood; all those people using me for their own gains or vilifying me. Now, I have a fucking cult of cannibals that believe I will bring the apocalypse and save them to live in a new world to add to the list. It won't surprise me if someone or some organization will attempt to use my power for their own needs in the future, like gathering all the Wildborn in Illyria because we are a key to some locked door. It's all because of this thing I'm attached to that I didn't ask for, and it won't do a damn thing that I want it to." Kaera embraces Merrick too tight for him to break free. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing, dumbass? Now go on and continue your tirade."
"The one time I was in danger and wanting its help, it decided 'Nah, he can handle it. I've got better things to attend to' and left me to suffer. My first ever time having sex was those snake whores raping me because it refused to answer my cry for help. It didn't help again when I was locked on the throne, and it drained my power. Is it too much to ask for me to have a stable place to live and have a normal life?"
"I wish you did, Merrick. You deserve some bit of happiness in your life."
Merrick pretends to cheer up, attempting to convince Kaera that he's ok. It's better that I do it alone—fewer chances of me harming anyone. "One day, I'll get there. I've been working hard, and I'll continue to work that hard or harder until I achieve that goal. Thanks for soaking up all that rage that I had to let out."
"No problem, Merrick." She remembers what Myla told her earlier at dinner. _The pain inside Merrick is winning. I'll make sure that he won't follow the footsteps of my stepbrother, Róstran. _
Lorna appears from below deck. "There you are. I've been looking for you."
"Who, me?" Merrick asked.
"Yes, you." She walks over to Merrick, acting a bit weird around Kaera, and keeps her distance.
"You didn't hear the yelling within the past few minutes?"
"I got caught up with something. I need you to follow me into my quarters."
"Why?"
"Because I need to discuss something in private."
"She wants to thank you for what you did back at the island," Kaera said.
"Is that all?" Merrick asked.
“Y-y-yes," Lorna stammered.
"Your welcome then. If you don't mind, I'm heading back to my assigned room and begin going to bed." Merrick and Kaera head back to their room. "I appreciate the offer, by the way."
"Clink-clank."
"Shut the fuck up, Bolts. All I wanted was to say thanks, and that was it. Letting him inside my room was the best way I can think of to say thanks."
"Clink-clank."
"Get your wires out of the fucking gutter. Where the fuck is my hard liquor?"
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Honestly, I'm sort of mixed on how this chapter turned out. If I can find some time, I'm thinking about redoing some of the sections. I'll post another chapter next week.