The sounds of battle resounded through the little village of huts- the shrill screams and war-cries of the cannibals intermingling with the dull, mindless roars of rage from the zombies.
Saetha and Giton stood at the door of Jeff's hut, where the last few remaining survivors of the shipwreck had taken a last stand. "Looks like Ules is getting more powerful- he can make a zombie out of a corpse almost as soon as it falls now- but the natives are hacking them apart so fast that this could still go either way." The Ashlander pirate noted with a professional detachment.
Whichever party won the battle outside, it wasn't likely to go well for the four people in the hut. Saetha had already killed a pair of cannibals and bashed in the head of a zombie as each came through rents in the hut, but for the most part both sides were concentrating on each other for the moment.
In the meantime, in the midst of all this hell, Jeff was receiving a superb blow job in the middle of the hut.
"Gods dammit all to hell, Maelit." Jeff silently shouted inside his head. "Find us a way out of here NOW!"
The carven and decorated skull that was his telepathic mentor and confidant sighed mentally with exasperation inside his skull. She was currently using her arcane powers to sort through the dozens of magical items strewn about the room, trying to divine what their properties were and if they could help in the current situation.
In Jeff's opinion, she lacked any real sense of urgency, and was much more interested in having sexual acts going on around her than actually helping. He wondered if she actually needed it like she said, or if she just wanted some way to have some sort of control over him.
Still, she had undeniably been a help so far. "I'm trying, wonder-boy." She projected. "I think I'm sensing something that might help. Come all over blondies' face and I might just have it."
The other pirate was on her knees, blonde head bobbing back and forth on Jeff's jutting rod. He couldn't help but admire her talent and her focus on getting the job done- she was good enough to have him approaching orgasm despite the imminent danger and the general havoc going on around them.
Mesthines was literally just off her sick-bed, too, still pale and weak. But as soon as Saetha told her about D'bel and what needed to be done for Jeff to get power- which was the story as far as the Ashlander knew it- she had walked over and dropped in front of him without another word.
She reached underneath now and gently stroked his nutsack with long fingernails as her other hand traced a line up the crevasse of his ass-cheeks. Her head began pistoning back and forth like a machine, and her soft lips brushed the length of his manhood, while her tongue laved his cock with warm wetness. He felt his toes curl up in pleasure, and when she suddenly grabbed both ass-cheeks fiercely and planted her lips all the way against the base of his cock, shoving him deep down her throat he felt himself go over the edge, and he spurted deep into her throat.
"On her face! Pull out and get her face. Yes- like that- all in her hair and everything!" Maelit crowed in delight inside his head.
His knees shuddered with the force of his orgasm. Since he'd come into possession of the disembodied skull-queen, his orgasms felt much more intense, and produced a ton of cum. He could also swear he was a little larger than ever, and there was absolutely no doubt that he could get harder faster and stay that way longer than ever before.
But he was quickly distracted when the whole hut shook as a cannibal came crashing through the flimsy reed walls,
"Maelit!" He shouted it out loud this time, as Saetha instantly pierced the attacker with her spear. As he writhed in agony on the blade, scrawny little Giton came up from behind and whacked his head with a heavy club, ending his screaming
"Ok, ok. Geez, give a girl a chance to swallow, for crying out loud. Hmm...There's a sash- it looks like a thick band of green canvas. Spread it out and say the words I put in your head and you've got yourself a nice little flying carpet."
"No shit? Will it carry all of us?"
"Well, the bigger you make it, the slower it is, and the less range. Better it's just you -- and maybe that blonde cock-sucker, too. Yeah, we're going to need her."
Jeff shook his head. He'd like to think the skull was joking, but he knew better. He picked up the green cloth and spread it out. "Giton- get everything packed in the chest- quickly. We're getting out of here. "
A few minutes later they were ready to go. The carpet was expanded to its maximum size: about the size of a queen-sized bed, and he sat cross-legged in fine Arabian Nights style at its front as it wallowed sluggishly into the air. He sat Maelit's skull in his lap and heard her make a contented purring sound as he did so. They eased slowly up through the rent walls of the hut and into the afternoon sky.
A cry went up from the combatants in the village as the fugitives slowly rose into the air. It was Jeff's first view of the battlefield, and it was a grisly sight. To kill a zombie you had to essentially decapitate it, or at least destroy the brain- although dismemberment was a viable alternative. The whole village was a mass of blood and limbs, and the battle still raged on. There were at least three times as many natives as there were zombies, but the odds changed every time a cannibal went down.
Jeff spotted Count Ules in a makeshift tree-stand, chanting and gesturing, and a black beam of force arced forth from his hands to animate another fallen cannibal on the ground below. The Count spared a glance up at the carpet and Jeff's blood froze at the madness and rage in the face.
"Flee, you cowards. My servants will hunt you down wherever you go. I will have my vengeance!"
"Whatever!" Jeff yelled back, having failed to come up with anything wittier. A cannibal's spear whizzed by- surprisingly close- and he quickly focused his attention back on getting the carpet higher. The island quickly fell behind them as they headed directly out to sea, away from the carnage.
The chest was right behind him on the carpet, and the other occupants were spaced around it, clutching onto it for support. The carpet wasn't quite stable, and every once in a while it would sort of wobble in the air. Jeff figured they were about a hundred feet up and going hardly a little faster than a walk, or at best a slow jog, and that was as high and fast as he could coax it to go.
"Is this all she's got?" He asked mentally.
"Look- I didn't build it." Maelit sniffed. "Get rid of some ballast if you want to go faster."
He turned to the dark elf. "Which way?"
Her green eyes were surprisingly full of fear- something he'd never seen in them before. She nodded generally South East, clutching tightly to the chest in the middle of the carpet with both hands.
Mesthines, on the other hand, was enjoying the trip, and laughed aloud in pleasure. Her face and hair was still coated with some of his dried semen, and he wondered at how it could make her look so good. He felt his cock shift at the thought, and Maelit purred again in his head.
They travelled all day without spotting a ship or any signs of humanity- just sea birds and schools of fish and pods of whales and dolphins. As evening approached, they saw a fair sized island slightly to the South of their course. It had a distinctive set of forested hills with high, red cliffs.
"I know where we are." Mesthines said, the wind swirling her blonde curls about. "We've stopped here for water, and to divide loot up before. There's a stream on the South side that runs down to the shore, and there'll be wood for a fire. Maybe we can catch some lobsters or crabs or something, and I think there are wild pigs here, too."
They eventually came in for a rather clumsy landing on a stretch of white, sandy beach not far from the promised stream, and in short order had a decent little camp set up, with a fire roaring and field-expedient pots made from woven leaves to boil the lobster that Saetha dove for."
After the meal they washed up in the stream, which was clear and cold, and within minutes the two pirates were entwined in a passionate embrace. They were oblivious to the men in the stream as they began to fondle and caress each other, the dark, bruise-colored skin of the Ashlander constrasting with the sun-bronzed tan of the blonde.
Saetha was lean and hard-bodied- whereas Mesthines was lusciously full-figured, with a set of full, heavy tits that Saetha buried her face in eagerly.
"Get closer" urged Maelit. "The elf is a man-hater, but the blonde loves cock- she'll spread those long legs for you in a heartbeat. Tell them you need to charge up again."
Jeff scowled as he leaned back against a rock, feet floating lazily in the water. "Let them be for a minute. Mesthines' has been sick- let them be alone with each other for awhile."
"Don't come off all high and mighty with me." The voice cooed in his head. "You're the one with a raging hard on while you're watching them stroke each other. At least let the little gay-boy come over and stroke you off. Look at him; he's dying over your man-meat."
Jeff glanced at Giton, who was indeed staring at his exposed manhood, and quickly dropped his hips deeper into the water to hide his erection.
"You really have to get over this prudishness." Maelit lectured. "It doesn't make you less of a man to let another one get you off. Just keep your eyes on the tits and ass over there and imagine you're in there with them."
"How about you just shut the fuck up for a little while?" Jeff grunted.
The pirates' were giggling and laughing like young girls and whispering to each other as they caressed, and they both looked over at him and smiled. Saetha crooked a finger towards him and beckoned.
"Yeah, baby; party time!" Maelit exulted.
