Charles Dartington and the Amazon Airship Pirates (part IV)
Epilogue: Returns and Decisions
Three days later, Charles Dartington awoke, naked, in an unfamiliar bed, although still in the pirate village. His head throbbed and felt heavy and his memories felt uncertain, but as his eyes came into focus, he realised that he was looking at a shapely leg near to himself. For a moment, he admired it, until his brain gradually registered the amount of wiry hair growing on it, and his eyes, sweeping along its length, came to a substantial cock and pair of balls.
Charles twitched and swallowed on a dry throat, trying to remember what had happened the night before. Then he began trying slowly to remove himself from the bed.
"Good morning. You are awake, I see?"
The voice came from behind Charles, and was quiet, educated, and feminine in tone. Charles looked around to see that the speaker was an Indian woman of perhaps forty, clad in a loose cotton robe. Her long hair was swept back, and her face, while sternly handsome, was notable mostly for a heavy scar on her right cheek, aligned with a smaller nick in her right eyebrow. A downward blade stroke had evidently once laid her face open, and the damage, although healed, was still visible. The woman was sitting on a lightweight chair, looking at Charles with amusement.
"Good morning," Charles replied carefully. "What... What happened to me last night?"
"You let yourself fall to drinking with a band of pirates," the woman said. "Which is highly unwise for a young man of your inexperience. Then you came to this room, undressed, and fell asleep."
"I am... I'm sorry," said Charles.
"So you should be. Luke there had to do double duty."
"Double duty?" For a moment, Charles was worried again, but then he raised his head enough to see another pirate woman, a Malay of around the same age as the first, sleeping on the other side of Luke, one arm thrown across his chest.
"Here. Drink this." The Indian woman stepped over to the bed while offering a large cup, which Charles instinctively accepted. It proved to contain sweet water, doubtless from the island's good clear spring. "Strong drink robs a man of moisture. You should replenish yourself."
"Thank you," Charles said.
"It was nothing," the woman said, idly running a sharp-nailed finger down his chest as if examining a piece of furniture. Then her touch continued to his waist, where she paused. "And you are recovering already, I see," she observed, still in a quiet, neutral tone.
"I am sorry," said Charles, blushing over his whole body.
"Do not be. You can make recompense for our disappointment of last night." The woman stood up and dropped her robe to the floor, revealing a rangy, muscled body. Her breasts were small and unremarkable, but her nipples were large and dark; her pubic hair was thick and jet black. Then she climbed onto the bed, put one leg over Charles (placing her foot near Luke's face), and grasped Charles's growing erection. "Do you know, you became thus as you slept? It was quite pleasing to observe." She moved her hand up and down twice, and then reached to a bedside table for a condom.
"Thank... Thank you," said Charles, unsure what else to say as she applied it.
"My pleasure, Mr. Dartington," said the woman in a mocking tone of formality, before aligning herself and sinking carefully onto Charles. She paused for a moment while he drew breath, and then began to move slightly back and forward.
Charles felt himself growing even harder and more eager inside her, and hastily sought some mental distraction to avoid prematurity. He had the sense that the tolerance extended to his inexperience by amazon lovers might not endure much longer.
He stared at the ceiling for a moment, his mind skimming over countless topics, and then looked around, finding that Luke was now coming awake. The other man saw what was happening beside him, smiled amiably, and absently reached down and ran a fingertip along the length of his own cock. That rapidly grew hard, and Charles felt a moment of pride that his own erotic performance might be a subject of admiration for an older and more experienced man. Then, it occurred to him that this might be something which he could contemplate that would distract him adequately from pleasures that were too much to his taste. So he locked his gaze on Luke's growing erection.
However, he realised after a moment that this was not working - that his own loins were growing dangerously eager even with this sight in his view. Hastily putting aside concerns about what this might indicate about himself, he turned his gaze back to the ceiling, and tried to concentrate on his father's descriptions of the crankshaft design of a sextuple-expansion steam engine. This was more successful, even though the woman atop him was now clenching her secret muscles on his cock, and both she and he were panting for breath.
To Charles's relief, the woman gave a sudden cry of "
Hey-yah!
" and stopped moving, grinning broadly. He reached up and gently fondled her nipples, holding them between finger and thumb, and let lust surge through him once more. Then, he deliberately paused for a moment, lowering his hips slightly against the mattress, before he thrust up into her with all his strength, once, twice, and three times, releasing all the contents of his loins into the condom with a soft moan.
The woman collapsed onto him with a smile, and Charles enjoyed the feeling of her breasts against his chest. Looking over her shoulder, he saw that the other woman had been woken by all the activity, and was reaching out to rummage on the bedside table. A moment later, she turned back with a condom, which she handed to Luke, who began to roll it onto his own erection.
"I really am very sorry," Charles said to his partner, "but I do not recall your name."
The woman smiled. "Tarani" she said, as Charles softened while still inside her.
Meanwhile, the other woman had rolled onto her back and drawn her knees up almost to her full breasts, opening her loins to easy view. Charles's vision of them was immediately obstructed by Luke, however, as the other man placed himself to enter her, positioning his erection with what seemed to be instinctive ease, and then thrust in deep and hard. The woman moaned happily, and Luke began a vigorous thrusting that made the whole bed shake. Charles shook his head to clear it, and when Tarani climbed off the bed and started gathering up her robe, he followed her, looking round to see his clothes strewn across the floor. Tarani smiled at his expression, and when he bent down to gather up his shirt, she slapped his buttocks lightly.
Suddenly, the quiet of the morning was broken by the slow chiming of a bell elsewhere in the village. Tarani gasped and suddenly started to fling her robe on.
"What does that mean?" Charles asked.
"Airship approaching!" Tarani said. "
They
are coming home!"
Charles gasped and followed her example again, gathering up his clothes from the floor and throwing them on as quickly as he could. Luke looked round from his fucking. "I'll join you folks shortly," he said with a grin.
A few minutes later, Charles arrived at the airship yards, a few paces behind Tarani. An airship was indeed visibly approaching, although it was still little more than a dot in the distance.
"Good morning," said a voice behind Charles. It was his father, who had brought a small brass telescope with him. He scanned the approaching craft. "Yes," he said, "the ladies are returning."
"We must hope," Charles replied.
"No call to be gloomy," said his father, patting him on the shoulder.
Within a few minutes, the airship had descended to a landing, and the ground crews were securing restraint cables. Suddenly, Tarani appeared beside Charles and his father.
"Come, please," she said. Charles was too startled to disobey as she led them forward, and the mechanics looked at her respectfully as they helped the airship crew transform the gondola's main door into steps once again. As soon as it was possible, Tarani climbed those steps, telling the two men to follow her.
As soon as they were aboard the craft, Tarani gave a joyful cry of "Laati!". Looking past her, Charles saw the unmistakeable figure of Captain Rukh, standing tall in black silk and leather. She was not now wearing a filter mask, however, revealing rather the plain but elegant and characterful face of an Indian woman perhaps approaching fifty years of age.
The Captain stepped forward with a quieter cry of her own of "Tarani!", and the two women embraced warmly. As they then drew apart, Oswald Dartington stepped up and also spoke the Captain's name, and she turned, looked at him, and said "Oh, my..."
"Laati," said Oswald, "may I introduce my son, Charles? And thank you for rescuing him."
Captain Rukh turned and smiled warmly at Charles. "We have met, briefly," she said, "but I must apologise for those circumstances..."
"It was..." Charles was unsure what to say, but returned the Captain's smile as best he could.
"And I have already heard much about you," she said to him. "We must talk, later. But first, I should speak with your father a little. And I have things to arrange. Always so busy, busy, busy." She scowled for a very brief moment. "And in any event," she went on, "you have friends who you will wish to see. They are in the wardroom."
"Oh," said Charles, "Yes. Thank you!" He turned to head to the front of the craft, but then, after a pace, he turned. "If you will excuse me, father?" he said.
Oswald Dartington laughed. "Of course," he said.
Emma, Sui Pai, and Moira were indeed waiting in the wardroom, standing with the impatient air of women who wanted to disembark, but they turned with happy expressions at Charles's arrival, as he spoke all their names. "I am so glad that you're safe..." he began, then stopped. "Emma!" he cried, "You are hurt!"
"Oh, yes, this," said Emma, raising a hand to touch the livid black eye on the right of her face. "I am sorry to shock you. Do not worry. I am recovering."
"But what happened to you?" Charles asked.
"It was my own foolish fault," Emma said. "I stepped into Sui Pai's backhand punch."
"
What?
"
"Sorry, but yes, she did," said Sui Pai. "We were training."
"Training for
what?
