Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions-Chapter 353: Oceanmaster IV—The Ice Spears
MAYA TRIED TO DROP a ruby gem—pay for breakfast, with more than necessary tipping—but Inaia gently plucked up the scarlet jewel and handed it back to the goddess. All meals for the rest of the cruise had been covered, by the huge loot sitting unbothered down below. No man nor woman aboard the passenger vessel needed to pay for shit. Since the frigid encounter of Weeping Well Cove, everyone was rich as a mistress of House Ormond.
Inaia sweetly told to Queen Yemaya. "It’s all in the tab, Your Majesty."
Maya only smiled but she was impressed, for she thought Eotigan’s tab was meant, not that the passengers of the entire ship had connived two nights before to lay claim to the largest treasure hauled north of the Cold Sea in decades. Inaia made sure to give nothing away with her face; the last thing any passenger onboard wanted was for the sea witch to sniff out their less than noble endeavors on Weeping Well island.
Maya ruled the great bays. Surely she had received news of the obliterated [Black Scorpus] den. If she was to learn that it was this same vessel that had come off with the gold, who was to say what her reaction might be.
Inaia expertly threw the sea queen off their scent.
Until they were leagues away on a safe peninsula and could accurately predict just where, when and how such booty had come to fall into the hairy appendages of the freak spiders, everybody would be safer with the deity’s ignorance. As for Eotigan, he was already down the deck, striding across the tent like a soldier on march. Patrons still eating watched him as he shot past. A man from last night’s beatific dinner waved; he whistled past that man too. Servers stuck to the sides and clutched tighter to trays in their immaculate uniforms. Eotigan seemed like a cork that had found its way to the unlikely arsehole of a skunk, and then everyone else that plodded anus.
Maya’s words had left him speechless. She wanted a DIVORCE!
He wasn’t angry, just short of a reaction. He did not love her. But damn she was a fine piece-of-ass. Skin diamond. The seduction about her was such like the gossiped Philistine whores that were put right in the middle of roads by bandits to throw easygoing gentlemen the fuck outta their minds.
Eotigan heard scurrying behind him. Just as he hit the first steps leading up to the cabins, Maya ran in front of him, taking the bottom step first, forcing him to stop. "You’ve said nothing since I said I want a divorce. You just got up and left," she grabbed the inclined rail on either side when Eotigan tried to maneuver past her, "—and you still won’t talk to me now. I get that a man of few words is good for battle, but the wars are over now. You are not a soldier of flame anymore. You do not need to fight those feelings anymore. You do not need—"
"A therapist." Eotigan cut her out coldly. "Now step aside, storm queen."
Maya looked right into his harsh citrine eyes; for some reason his wrath kindled her. She held the railings harder. "No."
"No?" Eotigan’s iris sparked and were consumed in fire.
"No," she repeated, "talk to me."
Eotigan could feel Kambili and Inaia—the bystanders witnessing two immortals fight—tense a few metres behind him. He could literally hear their, ’uh oh. It’s about to go down.’ But also, the readiness of his [Subservient] to put Yemaya in her place, sea goddess or not. Inaia was not so stoked on the water queen now. She crossed her arms. Maya was still speaking: "I mean, why shouldn’t we divorce? We have not seen each other in years. The only sex we’ve had was three seasons ago, right in the middle of crazy conquest. And I find you two thousand leagues away from civilization with your name changed, and a new harem on your arm—no offense ladies. Is this really my fault? Or such a bad idea?
This has been a long time coming." She didn’t blink her magical eyes on his flaming ones, as her voice dipped low, "so if you want, burn me, hit me, scar me. But I want an answer."
At the bottom of the isolated, wooden stairs Eotigan dropped his head. Kambili and Inaia looked up at Maya when they began to hear cackling. A frightening laughter. The chortles of a demon.
Haha haha hehehe hahahaha!
Eotigan’s lowered head slowly rose and all the girls on that corner of the ship with him took big steps back. His eyes were consumed; the orbs burning in [Deathfyre]—fumes both scarlet and deep-black. Appalling smoke from the flames rolling over his ruthless face. His sleek auburn cut was now more flaming fire than actual hair. His voice, deeper than the gurgling of a Kraken told his echoing reply.
"Here’s your answer—"
SWOOSH!
Maya was in the air the next second, the breath knocked out of her as her back connected with the floorboards soundly.
This was at the top of the stairs now and no woman had seen when he moved. Inaia was quite sure her [Host] did not walk up there.
Eotigan flattened the sea queen to the floors with his bigger, denser body. He took her arms and caged the little wrists above her head—with one solid arm. She huffed and puffed. It didn’t look like he was stressing a muscle. He let his free left hand saunter down her body from her collars; caressing the full flesh his palm felt; owning her. He stroked her down. And as her blue dress packed up at her waist, he delved in with his hand and pulled on her panties.
The wedgie was instant.
"Ooowwww!" She cried.
Eotigan pulled harder. He hovered his face over hers. His gaze was bright, literally Hellfire, and merely staring at her hurt her. "Listen here, Bringer of Storms," his bass was back, "I was just ascended on this plane when you made your case for a union. You had wives of your own and some fucking dude to complete the mix. That fucking dude was slaughtered in the Nephilim war, [Skyfall]. But you still, stupidly kept the concubines. I AM NO CUCK!!!"
He shouted in her face. "—I do not do dudes. I do not let my women, MY WOMEN, keep boys or girls at the side—no matter how powerful or rich you are. I am richer. Once you are exclusive to me, you are EXCLUSIVE!" Eotigan paused and licked his lips under brimming eyes. He gave this small smile, so bitter-sweet and sinister, it caused even Kambili and Inaia watching from under the steps pause. His voice slithered: "you know the hard truth is Yemaya, I only married you all those years ago because you were necessary. That’s it. Necessary!" He said each syllable like a word of its own - Ne. Ces. Sary.
". . .and I guess at the back of your mind you knew this too. I needed to solidify my [dignitas] among the highborn of Eldoria. You were a notable addition. To me, you were an asset.
A cog in my manifestation. Yes, you are pretty. Yes, you are strong...but come on?" He chuckled darkly, "I am He. I am the [Apollyon], the prophesied Burning One. Lord of the shades. Were I to reveal my identity and location right now, goddesses—just as rich and powerful as you are, if not more—will be lined up on that sea from here to the Uraika province. You," he pulled her wedgie more, "are not special, storm queen. I AM. That’s your answer. Speak to me like that again and I will make sure all of your seas boil in the wrath of the Infernum.
I accept your divorce."
SMACK!
Eotigan released her. She buckled. The sound of her tights hitting back against her crotch made Kambili wince where she stood. Maya of the Storms was shivering.
Inaia tried to hide her unremorseful smile. The Martyr help any woman tried to fuck with her Lord [Host], because the gods won’t.
What a sight this morning? The Bringer of Storms subdued by a young naval Sergeant.
Kambili, Inaia, and Eotigan didn’t know this but Maya was not shivering in total fear; there was a hidden ingredient in the mix. Desire. Sexual desire. Thrilling and pure. From the moment the red-haired devil soldier had tackled her to the cold floorboards, Maya had began to thrum. And now her privates was so in heat she had moistened her tights.
Eotigan tried to rise from her, unshackling his grip over her wrists, but to everybody’s shocking surprise those small hands went and wrapped around his neck. "No mortal man...no immortal man has dared to subdue me like that." Eotigan was just learning from the sea queen’s shiny eyes that him forcing her submission had turned her on when she smiled wonderfully her full lips, "—I like it." And kissed his mouth.
Her smooching did not go as planned.
Eotigan was not, not attracted to Maya, but at the moment she was doing too much. Her long brown legs wrapped around him waist, coiling him in like a damn python. He managed to free his mouth but this opened up his neck to her arduous persistence; her tongue licked him like a bothersome puppy. Eotigan didn’t like pets—except the human ones. Maya’s total ravishing on him gave him the ick; now he got why women needed a sponge bath after a run-in with a creep. This was worse than that one time Lilith came in with a strap-on.
Finally he managed to free one hand from her massaging to reach towards Inaia at the bottom of the steps, like a beaten wrestler of the Undercity, croaking, ". . .help! This bitch done lost her goddamn mind."
Inaia and Kambili—who had been silent observers up until now—rushed to his rescue.
How the tables had turned?
Now it was Maya doing the sexual assaulting. Inaia tried to wrestle the storm queen’s arms free of Eotigan’s body. Kambili strove to pull him back. But by the gods, were horny women strong for obvious reasons? Inaia was first to admit. Pulling Maya away was a feat. The storm goddess still would not let his shirt go, and eventually the four of them all tumbled to the floorboards in a mix of struggling, panting people. Eotigan admitted it was getting kinda hot—all the tossing and tumbling about.
Maya might get what she wanted after all; more girls in the mix was such a bad idea.
Inaia had quit fighting the petulant sea queen—whose dress had ridden so high up her belly, they could all see her heaving, big breasts.
’Uh oh! Game over!’ Eotigan’s little brother charged.
He was just about to pin Maya down there by the steps and thoroughly sodomize her crazy ass when—
PUUUUH! PUUUUUUUUUH! 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
The ship’s horn blew loudly.
"SAILS!!!" Someone yelled. "Sails on the horizon!"
For a still second, Eotigan and the girls were frozen mid-romp. And then they heard the sounds of rushing feet. "Shit! Get up. Get up!" Inaia dragged Maya out-of-breath to her wobbly legs; her poor dress showed plenty of skin. The four of them scrambled, just about managing to arrange their various states of immodesty when dozens of people came pouring up the same steps. The deck filled with concerned faces in heartbeats, crewman and cruiser alike. Eotigan left the girls with a frazzled, loose-haired sea goddess and meandered his way to the look-outs. He stepped right up to the fore and the Captains staring out into the vast, green water.
"Aye, ’tis a ship alright." The first captain of the mighty frigate said, "but friend, or pirate? What she be?"
The second Captain adjusted his nautical binoculars for a better see. But before he could either scare or save every passengers hearts, Eotigan’s advanced vision was way ahead of him. His [Cyclops Demon Eye] travelled the miles of water to that far ship in seconds.
"Hers is a black flag. A skull run through diagonally by twin spears." He said.
"PIRATES! IT’S PIRATES YONDER!" One passenger broke out yelling before either captain could react. As the deck sparked into total chaos, Eotigan had a gut feeling.
His [Mission I] was underway. Under way of water.
