The deck of the ship was awash in silvery moonlight. Dark clouds occluded the curved edges of the moons, and the illumination was more than enough to see the lovely shape of Charlotte as she twirled and laugh softly. She was in a dance - and her hands were held in the pale green hands of the Corpse Lord. The Lord's body remained as fascinating and repellent as it had been when Sari had seen him...or her...before. The pronouns remained difficult and, according to everything Sari had heard, deliberately impossible to nail down. The Corpse Lord was tall and broad, her shoulders muscular, her arms straining with strength. Seams ran between the joints of elbow and shoulder and belly and breast - for she was made not of a single body, but many. They had been well chosen, crafting a butch figure that towered over Charlotte and looked dangerous and sensual both in the moonlight.
"You dance divinely, Lady Arranti," Charlotte crooned, her head resting casually against the bared breast of the Corpse Lord - her cheek pressing to the gray-green nipple. Her eyes half closed and she sighed softly. "Your body is rather chilled though..."
"There is a way to warm you, my sweeting," the Corpse Lord purred. "Not many know my birth name. Please. Call me Ari."
"Ari..." Charlotte's sigh became a whimpering moan. Between blinks, the glorious, redheaded form of Charlotte was nude. She was on her back, her thighs spreading, her whole body rocking with every powerful thrust from the Corpse Lord as she took her - for while the Corpse Lord had the body of many women, she had the cock that could only have come from an ogre, for it was large enough to cause a faint bulge to strain Charlotte's belly. She moaned in bliss with every thrust, her eyes rolling back into her head as she arched her back. "Ari...Ari...oh my Lord...Ari!" she gasped.
Sari could not move. It was as if her entire body was locked in place - save for her own girldick, which was as throbbingly hard and eager as the Corpse Lord's. Her eyes could see the glistening length of the Corpse Lord's massive prick - emerging from Charlotte as the redheaded magician moaned in pleasure between every...single thrust. The Corpse Lord smiled up at Sari, her voice a soft purr.
"Come join the dance, my dear little destroyer of worlds," the Corpse Lord said - and Sari found herself moving forward. Her cock was out and throbbing and Charlotte giggled, arching her back, opening her mouth, her tongue sliding up against her chin as she exposed her throat to Sari, who grabbed onto her head. She thrust into Charlotte and felt the warmth of her throat, tightening around her. This position brought Sari's own face quite close to the Corpse Lord's. The Corpse Lord chuckled, softly. "Oh dear..." She whispered. "Look at what you've done..."
Sari looked down - and saw she had not thrust her cock into Charlotte. Instead, she held in her hand a dagger, and blood was pouring from a warm, wet gash in pale flesh and puddling around Charlotte's head. The young girl gurgled, and reached up towards Sari...and smiled, as if she had just been given the most dearest reward. Her mouth moved and Sari almost read what she said, but the only sound to escape Charlotte was a wet choke as blood bubbled around her teeth and her lips, staining her pale skin with crimson. She slumped and her head lolled to the side as the Corpse King slid her girlcock from her body, cum joining the puddling blood, flowing from Charlotte's well fucked corpse. White and red mixed and swirled together as Sari stumbled backwards, dropping the dagger. Her fingers spread as she looked down at the blood soaking her hands. Her breath came panting and shallow.
The Corpse Lord walked towards her, her eyes flashing.
"Do you ever ask why you are so good at
killing
, my little Sari?" Her cool palm cupped Sari's ass, squeezing her. "Why lust and battle draw so close together. Because I know why." She leaned in close, whispering in Sari's ear. "But you have to submit to me to hear the answer. Become my little
pet
...my little rebis..." Her massive prick - easily twice as big as Sari's cock - ground against Sari, teasing her with the sensation.
"N-No," Sari moaned out.
"You say no - but know, for every you spend unchained to me is another day more people will die. When will Charlotte be the unlucky one?" The Corpse Lord purred in Sari's ear. "My little destroyer of worlds...I
will
have you, or I will snap your neck. Those are the only outcomes."
Sari trembled, and rocked, shaking her head. "N-No...no! NO!"
She jerked upright in her hammock, flailing and crashing to the deck with a thump. She gasped, her body trembling - the dark images of the dream flickering through her mind as her skin turned into goose flesh. Sari gasped, looking wildly around the room - and saw that warm light was trickling through the porthole. She stepped to it and peered out at the vast, endless sea that rolled away beyond the deck of the ship. She could hear the sounds of the crew at work - calling out to one another and following orders with alacrity.
Sari rubbed her palms against her face. "What the hell was that dream about," she whispered. Then, frowning, she looked around herself. "Rana?" She asked - but there was no response from her succubi. Which meant that that troublesome imp was off, likely perving on someone or something. Sari rubbed her palms against her face, then started to dress. The only flaw in her plan was that her girldick was harder than she was after a fight. She bit her lip, slightly, then started to rub her fingers on the base of her dick, gasping, biting her lip to keep from moaning aloud. She worked herself faster and harder, hazy images of Charlotte's breasts popping free from her filmy outfit burning through her brain like lightning.
With a quiet gasp, Sari's back twitched and her balls clenched and she let out a shockingly piteous mewl as she came.
Hard.
Her girlcum splashed on the deck and was lost against the wooden slats in a few seconds - dark spots against dark wood was an impossible thing to check for.
Panting, Sari shook her head. "Having a succubus in my brain cannot be healthy," she whispered, then yanked her leggings up.
***
Seeing Charlotte after the nightmare was a relief. She was perched on several crates set near the poop deck, her face looking faintly greenish as she clutched her knees to her chest - a position that made her skirts frill up and expose even more of her milky thigh than normal. She groaned as Sari stepped out and stretched, her back popping. In the center of the deck, Sir Seldon was swinging a blunted practice sword in an area cleared for his use, shirtless and glittering with sweat. He was trying to keep his footing as the ship rocked gently. Sari looked from him to Charlotte, then grinned, slightly.
"Normally, you, uh, like this kind of view," she said.
"I...forgot that I hate sea travel," Charlotte groaned, her eyes closing. "if the Nine Dragons wanted us to travel on the oceans, they'd have made us live in them."
"They did make them first," Sari said, then sighed. "Are you going to be all right?"
"Oh yeah. So long as I keep...urk..." Charlotte whined, then stumbled off the crates. She almost bowled Tazli over, the gobliness blinking in surprise to have her passage thwarted by a stumbling noblewoman, then got to the railing. There, Charlotte was loudly and violently ill.
"Ah, you're awake, finally," Rana said, walking casually through a wall. She smirked, craning her head to peek up Charlotte's skirts.
"Rana!" Sari hissed. "She's
vomiting
."
"And doesn't wear-"
"Rana!"
"What was that?" Charlotte asked, wiping her mouth off with a wave of magical energies, using a magical spell to clean her teeth and lips and gums in a single flash of blue-white light. "Yuck. I can still taste it even with a magical spell. Bleck."
"I, uh, I was wondering how far we were from Rarous," Sari said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"That'll be another few days of sailing," Seldon called out, swinging his sword with a grunt and then resuming his posture, lowering the point as he smiled. "If you need anything to do while passing the time, I could use a sparring partner of some skill. Fighting on a boat takes a bit of extra effort and I don't want to get rusty."
"Oh, uh, sure," Sari said, shrugging. She could keep her footing rather easily on the ship - and she didn't even feel queasy, despite the rather doleful state of their rations. She shucked off her tunic, revealing her undershirt and her own muscular arms. She stretched again - and out of the corner of her eye, saw Charlotte's eyes widening. The expression on her face made Sari feel as if she had just grown several feet. She grinned, while Seldon tossed her another one of his practice swords. She caught it by the handle, then swirled it around.
"Everyone, give the two their room!" Tazli shouted, and Sari stepped close, twirling the sword around and around to feel the weight of it.
"To first point?" Seldon asked, nodding to her as Sari smiled.
"Sure," she said. "And don't worry. No magic."
He laughed, then stepped into a two handed grip, eyeing her. He shifted left and Sari moved with him, shuffling to the left, feeling the shifting of the deck under her feet. The nobleman moved with the rolling of the deck, adding its momentum to his thrust at her chest. Sari knocked his blade aside, then returned with her own stroke that he barely parried. His sword and her sword clacked together and, for a moment, his eyes widened. But Sari pressed the attack. She thrust again, then gripped her sword in a half swording grip, using the extra control to hook and flip his leg out from under him, then jab the tip into his chest.
"Point," she said.
Seldon winced. "D-Dragons Balls!" he exclaimed, holding up his hand, letting his sword rest against his chest. Sari lifted her blade and took his hand, hauling him to his feet. "How did you get so strong?"
"Uh...I'm not that strong," Sari said, shrugging. "I mean, I'm a Rebis girl, but a rebis potion kinda sucks when it comes to upper body strength. I had to keep training really hard to keep from falling behind."
