-Both lovers in this story found themselves captured and tormented by a monster of a man, who took great pleasure in hurting and humiliating them. One of the worst things he did was attach a cursed piercing to Miko's most sensitive part, one that could never be removed and would hurt her randomly and on demand. A long time after their escape and with that monster long since dead, his actions still echo in their minds and bodies.-
The late night commotion from the streets was beginning to die down as the night slowly gave way to morning. She knew the sun would soon be up, but still she couldn't summon up the will to sleep. Too many thoughts were churning in her mind, not unlike a building storm in the ocean. Besides, the mattress was too soft, and the room was way too still, too quiet. It was missing the sounds of the sea, the gentle lapping of water against the aged boards of her floating home, the whispering winds, the mumbling crew, the creak of wood as if the ship itself was yawning in its sleep.
Too many thoughts, as the light spilling into the room from a passer-by's torch illuminated the ceiling, the walls and the few pieces of furniture. Clothes were strewn about the room as the couple had been way too eager to spend their first night ashore in weeks. Love-making without worry of who might hear was carried out much more passionate and furious. They'd spent the last light of the day exploring each other's bodies, biting, scratching, grazing and kneading. A marvellous start to the night followed by a hearty meal and a second bout of passion.
The thoughts started creeping in as soon as her caring, wonderful lover drifted off to sleep. Miko turned to admire her emerald skinned and very, very nude companion. She was peacefully asleep, her body glistening thanks to the immense heat that permeated the air, even this deep into the night. She reached a hand over to softly caress her back, Zela murmuring something nonsensical in her sleep, clutching her pillow tighter. Miko's fingers traced the soft skin and coarse markings down her rear, before retracing her caress upwards.
Too many thoughts, too many things that neither of them could speak out loud. Still, in the throes of passion and the warmth of each other's embrace, they found the solace needed to endure. Just as they did back then, when everything seemed so much bleaker. She never would have envisioned this to be the way things would turn out. Yet here they both were, free and living. Well, mostly free, the sleepless woman thought, as her hand drifted down her own body, all the way to her mound. There, her fingers found the small, metallic and hellish interloper, attached forever to her most sensitive part. A reminder of a monster long since dead, still, one she couldn't be rid of, even after so long. Subsequent to whole months of research, she had come to terms with the fact that it would stay with her for all her years.
As if on cue, the ghastly thing did what it always would to her at the most inopportune moments. It jolted her at her very core, eliciting a yelp and a violent shake from its host.
"...Fuck..." Miko exclaimed into the dark room, cursing the thing and everything it stood for.
Movement drew her eyesight to her side, as Zela sat upright on the soft mattress, inspecting her lover for signs of distress. They had both been through many night terrors and similar shocks from the accursed thing, that they would immediately look to soothe the other back to sleep. Yet her lover, ever so perceptive, realized what truly bothered the kitsune as her gaze softened, and her fingers clasped her own.
"It does you no good, wasting sleep on things we cannot change." The half-orc whispered.
"I know" came the reply, whispered as well, "but I can't help it. This bed, it... it feels unnatural." Seeing the dejected look on her lovers' face made Zela quickly add, "Not because of you, of course. It is just... So still, is all. I miss the ebb and flow of the ship. It helps me sleep much better."
