After they’d both recovered, we resumed our previous positions, but now that Anna-Lucielle was all dripping wet and readied for my ample shape, I pounded her mercilessly.
With Rami-Xayon’s little tornado working its magic on my nuts, and the delectable tightness of Anna-Lucielle’s sex gripping my cock as I fucked her hard, it didn’t take too long for my own orgasm to come on. All it took was the stimulating movement of Anna-Lucielle’s sex when she came a second time. I whipped my cock out as she collapsed to the bed, and found Rami-Xayon crawling over to claim her prize. With a grin, I let her take hold of me as I emptied my seed into her waiting mouth. She moaned with pleasure as I filled her little mouth, then she fell back onto the bed before swallowing.
“Vance!” Anna-Lucielle said. “I wanted your seed! Don’t you know how much power there is in the seed of a god?”
“Don’t worry.” I smiled. “You’ll get the next one, Anna-Lucielle. Just give me a couple minutes to get the old troll club ready for another battle...”
“Let me use my Charm,” she purred as she stared hungrily at my cock. “You’ll only need a few seconds to get ready then.”
“Go right ahead.” I leaned back and cupped my hands behind my head.
Before Anna-Lucielle could work her magic, there was a hammering at the door.
“My apologies, Lord Vance,” Rollar called out, his voice muffled, “but I thought you’d understand given the urgency of the situation. A Transcendent Sails fleet is coming straight for us.”
Chapter Ten
“Shit, just when things were starting to get fun.” I jumped from the bed and pulled on my pants. “I’ll be out shortly, Rollar. Get everyone on the ship ready for battle!”
“Right away, Lord Vance!” he replied.
I took in the delectable sight of the nude goddesses. “As much as I’d love for you two to stay just as you are, it’d probably be better if you went into battle wearing some protection.”
“I can’t wait to pick this up where we left off,” Anna-Lucielle said with a lascivious smile.
“Indeed.” Rami-Xayon slipped her tight body back into her enjarta suit.
I decided to wear my light armor, which would be more suitable for a naval battle than plate armor. On deck, I found Talon waiting.
“I’m going to go to the other pirate ships and tell the crews to prepare for battle,” I told Rollar and Drok, who were on deck with their weapons.
The Transcendent Sails fleet was little more than a speck on the horizon.
Talon gripped me in her harpy claws and lifted me off deck with a few furious beats of her huge blue wings. I was accustomed to the sensation of flight—both as the harpy and as the passenger being carried by her—but it still stirred up a thrill in me.
I figured I might need some kind of protection from projectiles, so I went to the ship where Captain Jandor and the zombie Crusaders were stationed. Their tower shields were stacked against some barrels on deck. I grabbed one and hooked my left arm through the straps, then cocked the Tree God’s crossbow, which I was wearing on my wrist.
I was going to pay a little visit to the enemy captain before the battle started.
The undead harpy picked me up again, and we made a beeline for the speck on the horizon. I soon discovered that what we’d seen wasn’t the whole fleet but a small scouting force of five warships. I smiled to myself; this would be a perfect test for my new Plague Storm powers, as well as a useful bit of naval battle practice.
I saw the individual soldiers scurrying around on the deck of the leading ship, and they’d seen me too; many were openly staring and pointing. They were more lightly armored than the Crusaders we’d fought in the mountains, wearing mostly leather protection with a bit of chainmail here and there. They were armed with longbows or crossbows and stood around at least a dozen ballistae, giant crossbows that launched massive spears with enough power to punch holes through any hull. Some of the ballistae had harpoons with ropes attached to mechanical winches that were used to haul enemy ships closer for boarding.
In short, these ships were a lot better than mine, and I needed to capture them.
The leading ship’s captain appeared on deck, shielding his eyes against the sun to get a look at me as I hovered slowly closer. Unlike his troops, he was wearing plate armor. A bit strange of an attire for sea, but the Church of Light wasn’t the most practical religion.
His fighters were already nocking arrows and loading their crossbows, and I found myself thanking my good fortune that I had the tower shield. Talon could take a few arrows and crossbow bolts, but I preferred to not turn into a human pincushion. The soldiers raised their weapons and unleashed a storm of arrows and crossbow bolts, but I ducked behind my tower shield. The hail of missiles shattered against my black shield, although a few of them did get Talon. Being undead, the harpy didn’t feel them pierce her flesh, and her power of flight was magical, so a few bolts and arrows in her wings didn’t affect her altitude.
I peeked around the side of the tower shield, took quick aim at the captain, and fired. The little projectile flew fast and true. It thudded home, punching a hole through the captain’s breastplate. He gasped and staggered backward, and as the Tree magic started to infect his body, he writhed and howled in sheer agony. His soldiers dropped their weapons and ran to his aid, but there was nothing they could do for him. His skin turned brown and hardened as his flesh and bones turned to wood and bark. Little tree limbs sprouted in spurts of blood from his agony-contorted face. As he released a bloodcurdling scream, a thick green clump of twigs and leaves
