The World of Erasthay – The Son of Lust Chapter 9: Sailing the Incestuous Seas

The Son of Lust

Chapter Nine: Sailing the Incestuous Seas

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – Remna

Excitement swelled through me. I adjusted my new tulwar that hung off the belt I wore over my robe. It was local garb, a deep shade of blue. It felt unusual to have the weapon on my side. Pyrriah would teach me to use it.

Not even she understood how she instinctively knew how to use the sword.

I climbed the gangplank of the Treasure Box, smiling at the halfling female who awaited me. I had heard about them and they were as short as I had pictured. Despite having the stature of a child, there was nothing childish about her. She had large breasts that swelled out the crimson blouse she wore. That tucked into tight-fitting pants. She went bare-footed. Her skin possessed the bronze hue, a metallic sheen to her. Even her red hair held it.

“I’m Captain Telesi,” she said. “Welcome aboard the Treasure Box.”

I grinned at her. She could blow me without falling to her knees. Her mouth was almost at the right angle. “I’m Kurtis. Traveling with my sisters and our mother.”

She glanced back at my sisters, both dressed in robes that fit snugly to their bodies, then at my dragon-mother who wore a collar attached to the golden chain in my hand. The halfling arched an eyebrow.

“She’s your mother?” she asked, sounding skeptical.

“My mother-slave,” I said. “She can be very naughty if I let her do what she wants.”

“You do not what to see her angry,” laughed Pyrriah.

Telesi glanced at her then at Lasla and me. “If you three didn’t look so much alike, I’d say she wasn’t your sister at all. Red hair like that… And your mother has blue hair. Who’s ever heard of a human with blue hair?”

“Does it matter?” I asked. If people found out Mother was a dragon… “We want to book passage to at least Naith.”

The halfling arched her eyebrow. “Tormin!”

Her voice rang out across the decking. There were halflings up in the rigging, four of them. They were young looking. With them was a human female who was unfurling sale. Two more halfling females were up on the stern deck along with a human male.

Emerging from stairs leading down into the hole scrambled up a male halfling. He must be the husband to all the halflings on board. Harems of six or seven weren’t uncommon for them. On Angela’s quest, they had sailed on a riverboat crewed by a halfling and his seven wives.

“Mother?” Tormin asked as he came up beside her. Up close, I could see he was younger than her, and taller. She had the same bronze skin but his hair was gold. Then he glanced at us. “Passengers?”

“For Naith.”

“Well,” said Tormin, rubbing his hands together, “shall we negotiate the cost.” He turned and headed for the cabin, motioning me to follow.

“Aren’t you the captain?” I asked Telesi, confused. I followed after, the captain walking at my side.

“He’s the chief trader,” she said. “He makes the purchases, negotiates our prices. I decide where the ship goes, but he makes the money. Takes after his father.” She sighed. I sensed a loss. “Well, Naith is a bold place to go. You have business there?” She glanced back at my women. “Going to sell your, uh, mother. She’s got exotic coloring.”

“She’s not for sale,” I said, a frostiness to my tone.

The others on the ship watched. A third human appeared from below deck. She was a woman, older. She folded her arms, her blouse pulled tight against her breasts. She had dark-brown skin and wavy, black hair that fell down around her face. Mature. Lush. Like Azuliana.

Was she married to the human on the stern deck? He looked to be the same age, a thick mustache quivering on his upper lips as he watched from above. The rising sun gleamed off his shaved pate. I nodded to him.

He nodded back.

Then I entered the door that led to a short hallway beneath the stern deck. Several doors lined it. Tormin when to the end and opened onto a small room. There was a table suspended from the ceiling by four ropes. It moved, swaying back and forth. It took me a moment to realize it was me that was moving. The ship bobbed in the harbor.

There were several chairs. Tormin sat down in one, the table at the right height for him. His mother took a seat beside him.

I found a human-sized chair and dragged it up and sat down across from it.

“Dangerous port to put into,” said Tormin. “Naith is not a… stable place.”

“So I heard.” The pirate-slave, Thyrna, was from there. A land of rakshasas. They were daughters of Las. I had to fuck them. Breed them. They were supposed to be cruel and domineering, but if Thrak could tame the dangerous pirate, then I could tame a few of them. “I’m not afraid of going there.”

“With such pretty women,” said Tormin. “The favored of the rakshasa like to find pretty women and claim them. They don’t have a problem killing their men.”

I shrugged. “I can take care of myself. Is that really your business?”

“No,” he said. “We have Nemberon wine.” That was a plain up north. It had great vineyards around it. The maenades lived up there. Wild women born out of Las’s cum falling on grapevines. They were said to delight in drunken orgies. “We’re sailing it around the Rathay Desert and making for Naith’s capital, Ankush. We can take you.”

“Good,” I said, smiling. “You won’t regret it.”

“It’ll be six gold dupondius for the trip,” he said.

I frowned. That was more than the inn for the night, but it would take a few days to get there. Maybe a week. It seemed like a fair price. “Okay, six dupondius.”

“Apiece,” Tormin said.

I froze. That was… twenty-four dupondius. I blinked. “What?”

“We have to feed you. Water you.” Tormin leaned back. “There’s no place to take on water between here and Goldport the way we’re sailing. We’ll have to purchase extra barrels before we leave port. That’s going to delay us. Cost us making the morning tide. We won’t be able to leave until this evening.”

“Still, that’s a fortune,” I said, so aware of the coins we had recovered from the lampades were running out fast. “One gold dupondius is a much more reasonable amount. Water can’t cost that much. Nor the food. And a few hours’ delay isn’t much. I mean, Vedr’s fickle with her winds. You can’t know how long it will take to sail there.”

“One?” he stared at me with shock. “Are you trying to beggar my mother’s ship.” He glanced at her. “She’s a widower. What will she and her sister-wives do if they lose the ship? I have to protect their fortunes, not let some human swindle us.”

“Swindle!” I protested. “One’s a fair amount. I could buy a week’s lodging with room and board in Remna for that amount.”

“And I’m sure that inn room will get you to Naith,” Tormin said.

Telesi smiled at her son with motherly pride. A widower, huh. How long since she had a man. Tormin must be a younger version of her husband. Did he help his mother out, though? Did he step up and take charge of her desires.

I released my lust into the air. I was realizing more and more that I had an effect on women. I turned them on. Telesi shifted. Her gaze shifted to me. Her cheeks darkened to a deeper shade of bronze.

“Five dupondius,” said Tormin. “That’s more than fair.”

“Two,” I said.

He let out a choking sound. “Why don’t I just give you the dagger so you can cut out my mother’s heart and spare her any suffering. She can’t do it for less than four dupondius. And even then… She won’t be making much profit.”

I smiled. “Three dupondius.”

“Three!” he slumped in his chair. “At least three gold and five silver.”

I gave a slow nod. “Agreed.”

Tormin shook hands, his anguish vanished. He had a smile on his face and I couldn’t help but feel like I had overpaid for the price of the passage. I, truly, had no idea how much things had cost. Coins didn’t make much sense. Why did everyone want them? They were just discs of metal that held no useful function. They weren’t tools, clothing, or food, so why did everyone care about them?

Because they were so pretty?

I counted out the twelve gold coins and the twenty silver. He snatched them up and they vanished into his pouch. He leaned back, humming. He looked happy with himself. Too happy. I glanced over at his mother. At the lust kindled in her eyes.

“How much would it cost me to fuck your mother?” I asked.

Telesi shifted. The captain bit her lower lip as her son’s jaw dropped. “What?” Tormin gasped. “My mother is not a whore.”

“Well, she’s a widow, “I said. “So is she getting much dick?”

His cheeks darkened now. “I’m sure she’s doing just fine.”

“Fine?” I asked, standing up. “You think your mother should be doing just fine? Look at her. She’s a beautiful woman. A mother. A sexy captain with big tits. She should be getting all the dick she wants. Why aren’t you getting it for her?”

Tormin spluttered as I moved around the shifting table.

The captain shuddered as I stood over her. “How long has it been since you had a dick?”

“I have Nelli and Malial,” she said, her nipples poking at the front of her blouse.

“Those are your sister-wives?” I asked. “The ones you shared with your dead husband.”

“Yes.”

“So, no cock in a while.” I took her hands while her son just struggled to gather himself. “You poor thing. You’ve missed it, haven’t you? Your husband’s cock filling your pussy. Your tight twat reveling in a man spilling his seed in you.”

“Of course,” she said. “I’m a woman.”

I knelt down to her level and caressed her cheek. She shuddered as I stroked over her skin. Warm and soft as silk. This made my dick so hard. I wanted to just ravish her while her son watched, but an even naughtier idea filled my mind.

I kissed her.

Tormin let out a strangled groan as he watched me kiss his mother.