Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions-Chapter 355: Oceanmaster VI—Hot Target
[DING!]
[MISSION I TARGET ACQUIRED!]
Eotigan peered in, beyond happy to have secured his MILF within sight—Maya’s Intel was spot-on; this chick was thick.
Upon closer scrutiny, he found she had completely silver eyes; this was not a turn-off. But it was an inclination that she was a [Silversaint]—which meant she could see right into the frigate’s hull and to the vault, the dozens of women and children secretly in hiding down there. . .and heaps of gleaming gold.
Eotigan mumbled. "Shite!"
He began to receive more pinging from his [S.I.N.S] as his thoughts danced on how best to deal with the situation. This buxom, relish of a situation. By the gods, the first-mate of the Ice Spears was a looker! And the ass on her was fat. Unbelievable!
[Ding!]
[TARGET is Unarmed. But dangerous—sexually.]
’Hell yeah! I fucking know this. I HAVE EYES.’ He felt his Subserviená didn’t need to tell him this. To rile him up perhaps. To coax the naughty, naughty devil out of him.
[. . .retrieving permissible files on TARGET!]
[Files load! Files include:]
[TARGET’S Abilities: All-seeing Eye | Clairvoyance | Mirror mind]
[TARGET’S Force: Spirit · Homazimiri Vision Arc]
[TARGET’S Patron Deity: Horus]
[TARGET’S Role: First-mate of the Ice Spears]
[TARGET’S Name: Unavailable!]
[Files End...]
’So other than the fact that she’s got the ability to see through ANYTHING and she is a hot lay, obviously, we typically do not have further intel on her.’
Eotigan was quick to express his dislike at Inaia’s meager [Data Fetch]. ’—come on! Not even her name?!
That voluptuous blond is my target. My mission. Worth a whole lotta IP too. She’s the only thing that made me think diplomacy with these sons-of-bitches in the first place. The son of Hel does not negotiate with pirates. But I did...all for the promise of some bunda. Now I’ve seen her—and THANK FUCK she is my Target, cuz I want in that bitch! Trust me, fine wine, I cannot overstate how important it is that I get to smack THAT ASS.’
Inaia was breezy with her reply. ’Yeah, you can’t.’
’Are you going smart on me, woman?’
’I wouldn’t dream of it, Lord [Host]. You know I worship you.’ Though this was a mind-bridged conversation between the two of them, Eotigan’s unhappy baritone was clear, as was Inaia’s sweet voice calming his worries: ’I am aware of the potential for all this to go horribly wrong at this point, but I have also seen you shoot a dragon from the sky. What’s a likkle sea-dog bimbo to worry about. She is staring dumbly at our hull so she must’ve seen the gold—’
’Time is not on our side here, subserviená. Clarity helps purpose.’ Eotigan interrupted Inaia as he stared down the heavily bearded bloke scowling at his balls whilst shearing his curved knives, looking like he really wanted to cut off something.
’Seduce the bitch before she has a chance to talk.’ Inaia finished off.
[Ding!]
[Proprietary LUST ASSETS are currently made available!]
[Host is advised to indulge to speed things up.]
Eotigan agreed. The quicker he could fill the curvaceous first-mate’s mouth with something big – like his dick – the quicker she’ll shut the hell up about their gold. His golden eyes regained its dark lustre. And slowly leveled on the rocking in the water.
He needed to get on that ship.
"Captain Percival van Tuane!" He hailed the man aloud, "I am Sgt. Eotigan. I do not believe we’ve been properly introduced." He shook the hand of his old friend—though everybody else on both sides didn’t know how far and well their acquaintance went. ". . .so very great and many stories upon the seas have I heard of you. Might we retreat to the Captain’s office to discuss?"
Before Percival could open his mouth the skinny beard of a man who’d been itching to use his curved knives cussed loudly out, "The Ice Spears don’t negotiate with our fecking prize!" Mad eyes danced on Eotigan’s, "—you lot are our fecking prize." Eotigan did not reply this man. He only sent Percival a look his old friend remembered well: ’Get this ballsac in line before I send his head rolling.’ Captain van Tuane issued the order instantly, but in a wise manner; his crew loved him but they would call him Captain no more if they found out he was once bros with the absurdly good-looking sergeant of the Cruiser. "At ease, Longbeard. I will hear this funny man out. Lower the guns but keep the ship astride."
Nobody moved.
"Drop ’em guns, goddamn!"
Longbeard sheathed his knives first and the others followed. The pirate captain, van Tuane then turned his eyes to his own ship and under the flagging sails of the skeleton head where his huge-assed first-mate stood, looking like a sinful fantasy.
"She’s coming too." He crooked his finger, beckoning her to cross the plank bridging both ships.
Eotigan only smiled; his plan was working. He’d known Percival would invite the purebred milf over. He knew his old friend well enough to guess his move. Percy had once liked him to death, but the loss of Brunhilda and the years that had gone by between them had thus put a gulf in their friendship. Eotigan’s mouth spread in a sinister grin of the devil he was. ’If I can get to her ship, I’ll bring her over to mine. Hehehehe!’
The captain of the Ice Spears thought he was being thorough. The captains of the Cruiser were just really trusting of Eotigan’s motives to preserve their gold and not his prime goal—which was to seduce the thick pirate woman.
They followed his will like dumb sheep. This ability to draw worship out of people without really needing to ask for it reminded Eotigan of Lilith; she took could make a man—or woman—slit his throat on her altar, just with a gaze. He quickly shut down this thought... by ogling the silver first-mate’s giant ass as she crossed the planks. She had on some damn good boots. And she wore a big skirt. Eotigan swore down to his dick to get this bitch. ’Ohh, my kind of woman! I know for sure that ass can clap. Twerking to this milf would be like breathing. Hoooly shiiiit!’
He watched her globes make her damn skirt sway, all the way to the Captain’s office.
The second the mahogany door shut behind them, Percival swept around in the middle of the cool room. "Dear gods, Israfel. Half the Continent is looking for you."
"Shhhh—" a voice like a timber wolf’s silenced him, "not Israfel. Eotigan. . .Lars Eotigan."
"Okay." Percival nodded, raising his cuffs to mean no threat, "I am the last person who’s going to question you, not because of what you can do to me. But I also do not bear my House’s nobility." He scoffed then as Eotigan walked closer to his position. "You know, one would think with our great names and the [dignitas] attached that we’d must be retarded to give it up." Eotigan was silent until he reached him. He said coldly, "but we are not," and then he shook solidly the hand his old friend offered, pulling him in for pats on the back. Eotigan knew Inaia would laugh if she was here. He might’ve changed his name now but he was still the Apollyon and there were many things the son of Hel didn’t do...that included giving hugs to another man.
"Long time no see, old friend," rumbled Eotigan. "Or shall I say, Captain van Tuane."
Percival met his grip with parity. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Sergeant."
They both shared ghost smiles a moment—remembering their days at [C.A.W]—before Percival signalled to the quiet opal-eyed madame at his side: the object of Eotigan’s desire. Having made a silent pact to stick with their preferred monikers, Captain van Tuane beckoned to the woman in the sweeping skirts and boots with the big butt, "Serge, this Thyra, first-mate of the Ice Spears and the best markswoman on the Cold Sea."
Eotigan didn’t mean to smiled but he did.
She was the best something, alright! Not about shooting arrows. About catching some.
His mind picked the image of her fully nude and touching her toes over her weilding some fucking bow. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
"What’s with the smile, sergeant?" Boots hit the oakwood floors. "Do you doubt me with a mace? Or are you one of those men who hate women? Or," the boots stopped abruptly, "are you smiling to hide a secret?"
Thyra stood toe-to-toe, boot-to-boot with Eotigan. Her silver eyes startled him, petite as she was; he almost could see himself in them. But she was pretty. Goddammit! As for her questions, he didn’t doubt her with anything pointy—her mouth, hands, and ass looked like they could handle it. He wondered if she could see through people as she did walls. If so, he did have a secret.
’...make a pirate milf beg to steer my rudder. Interpretation: YOU.’
But this was all in Eotigan’s head. He had her reply ready.
"That’s a lot of questions, Silversaint."
Thyra looked impressed he knew of her ability to see through objects. But she was not easily impressed and she was about to let him know that. "That’s not an answer." She fired back.
"Alright," Eotigan said, "Hate is a strong word..." He saw her golden brush-brows start rising and raised a finger to quell her, "...but no, I don’t hate women. But I’ll tell you what I like—"
"Oh I know what you like." Thyra cut in.
Eotigan now was visibly interested. He was taller than her and used the stark inches to his profit, lording over her small form as his amber, predator iris consumed the full roundness of her booty. Her well endowed behind. Eotigan could see there was plenty to clutch to. His eyes swimming in her lush provocateur, he addressed, "and what pray tell, do I like?"
Thyra curled her tongue. "At this moment?"
"Yeah?"
"You’d like to put me in my place."
Eotigan smiled full. And he let her see it. Telepathically he heard Inaia spit, ’It’s official, Lord [host], this curvy bitch can see through people. Well, at least, you.’
[Ding!]
[ Mission I Aid: Host has gained +400 progression points! ]
Eotigan forgot the notifications singing in his skull when Thyra finally returned his smile. "Nice to meet you, sergeant." Eotigan was not listening. Her deep, hard-pressed cleavage was getting all the attention. ’Nice to meet your melons.’ he wanted to say. He was praying she dropped a pin or something that’d warrant her to bend over so he could see the spread on that ass.
The gods failed him. Or didn’t. Depended on how you saw it.
"—AHEM." Percival cleared his throat loudly. He didn’t know what was going on between his first-mate and his reunited friend but he wanted to not be here if it escalated. "So how much?" He put forward. Eotigan forced himself to breakaway from lusting after Thyra. "How much what?"
Thyra rolled her insane colorless eyes. "How much gold is on board?"
