Posted by: Audacity
« on: April 19, 2004, 02:07:25 AM »Of course, Saemon didn’t give us all the information. Only when he got us out and met up with us at the Vulgar Monkey did he tell us that he needed us to help him steal a ship.
Now, ostensibly, I agreed to help him because I wanted the hell off of this island. But the truth of the matter was I was still a thief, soul or no soul. I had never stolen anything as big as a ship before. As Keldorn and Anomen raised their objections, I couldn’t help but perk up at the challenge.
Imoen shared a glance with me. Her eyes also danced with challenge.
“What do we need to do?” I asked Saemon, nearly licking my lips in anticipation.
“The Captain has a mistress. He gave her the horn he uses to signal the guards. I need that horn.”
“His mistress, where does she live?” I asked.
He took me to a window and pointed out the house. “Right over there. She keeps her door unlocked, for everyone knows better than to break into the Captain’s mistress’ home.”
“Of course they do,” I replied as my look grew hungry.
“She rarely leaves, but I find that she is so exhausted by the day’s exertions that come nightfall, she sleeps like the dead.”
I noticed that Saemon’s voice had grown warm and conspiratorial and I also knew that he was manipulating me.
I didn’t care though.
“Very well, we’ll get the horn.”
“I knew I could count on you,” he said with a grin.
Stealing Desharik’s ship was an act of pure audacity. But I loved the plan, I was proud to be a part of it. We set sail in the dead of night and the exhilaration of the theft left me in a better mood than I had been in a long time. Not to mention that I had Imoen back to take part in my capers once again. Considering those two things, I hardly had a care in the world.
Hardly.
I guess that first night on the ship was sort of a reunion party. I introduced Imoen to Keldorn first off. You wouldn’t believe how quickly those two bonded. I know Keldorn reminded Imoen of all those stuffy uncles we had back in Candlekeep and it took two blinks of an eye before she fell into outrageously teasing him. He took it well, much like ribbing from a favored niece.
Of course I had to introduce her to Anomen, even though he and I weren’t really talking at the time. It didn’t matter. Once again, seasickness plagued him the moment he set foot on board and he spent most of the night holed up in his cabin.
Jan had managed to out-annoy Imoen, which was probably the greatest thing I had ever seen. To this day Imoen won’t have anything to do with turnips, gives her indigestion I guess.
And then there was Kelsey. It was unfortunate that I had met Kelsey after Anomen and I had gotten together. If it hadn’t been for Anomen I would have made a play for him, but the way things happened I’m guess I’m glad I didn’t. Besides, he was a merchant and I had made a living relieving merchants of their goods.
When I introduced them, Kelsey took her hand and shook it, like he would have any other colleague and he almost pulled it off.
“Hi-lo,” he greeted, cleared his throat and tried again. “Uh, I mean, hello.”
“Hiya,” Imoen responded and then grinned at him.
He lost the ability to speak after that, so I left her with him. I wanted to check on Anomen anyway.
When I got to Anomen’s cabin, I saw him curled up on the floor, sweating and shaking. Something in my mind chuckled. He had the ability to bring back the dead, but apparently Helm hadn’t granted him the power to cure seasickness.
“How are you feeling?” I asked gently. I tried to ignore the wall that had grown between us.
“Fine,” he replied in a weak voice. Of course he was fine! How could I not see how fine he was behind the green tint to his skin?
“Here, I’ll help you into bed,” I tried again. Still I could feel the tension between us knot up in my shoulders.
“I can do it,” he said and clawed his way toward the hammock. I took a towel I had filched from the Vulgar Monkey and soaked it down in cold water; the act intended to hide my irritation. I wonder if all clerics make such horrible patients?
He managed to climb into his precarious bed but he still had his armor on. I walked over and began to unfasten the straps to his breastplate when he angrily knocked my hand away.
“I can do it,” he snapped.
“Fine!” I shouted and threw the wet towel at him. It smacked him in the face and I stormed out of his cabin. It looked like this wasn’t going to be an easy wall to breach.
I left Anomen’s cabin in an edgy mood and I simply wasn’t ready for bed yet. So I paid one of the crew to take me to Saemon’s private stock of alcohol and liberated a bottle of rum. Then I went above decks where I could pace and drink myself insensate. I have always loved the ocean and it was a shame that Anomen suffered from seasickness. Many times I had imagined the two of us standing at the fore of a ship, letting the wind wash over us and staring up at the moon.
What was that look for? What, just because I was Bhaalspawn meant that I didn’t have romantic inclinations? Well, my old friend, in between the murderous tendencies, saving the world from the likes of Sarevok, Bodhi, Irenicus and Melissan, and deflecting Bhaal at every turn, believe it or not, I did manage to find time to indulge in schoolgirl fancies and daydreams.
May I continue?
Thanks.
I leaned against the rail of the ship, the prow, a half-clad woman, soared toward the waves from below me. I uncorked the bottle of rum and took a long pull. There was a biting chill in the wind as it poured over me, but after the confines of Spellhold, it was just the thing to purge me of my claustrophobia.
“Ah, Journey, you enjoy the lead so much that even on my ship you take the closest thing to the front you can find, eh?”
I turned and saw Saemon approach me.
“Gee, Saemon, I would have figured you would be abed by now. Or can’t you find any man’s wife to join you?”
“Ah now, you wound me, love. And here I came to check on you. To see how you’re doing now that part of you is. . . uh, missing.”
“Fine, I suppose. ‘Tis strange though, at the weirdest moments I can feel Bhaal ready to seize my body.”
Saemon jumped back and his eyes grew wide.
“Really? Well, I. . . uh. . . gotta go. . . “
I had to laugh.
“Oh Saemon, I’m kidding!”
He glanced at me warily.
“Mighty odd sense of humor you have there, love.”
Now I have to add that Saemon had known so many women, he couldn’t possibly remember all their names. His use of the word ‘love’ was not a gesture of affection. Merely a nickname he gave every lady he had ever known.
He finally became comfortable enough to stand next to me and I shared his bottle of rum with him. We stared up into the velvety throat of the night sky without saying anything.
“So, how’s Sir Anomen?” he finally asked.
“Don’t ask me, we’re not speaking,” I replied. I realized the mistake of saying anything instantly.
“Really? Something to do with what happened back in Spellhold?”
“Aye. Forgive me though if I don’t want to talk about it,” I told him. I shouldn’t have bothered. I knew that Saemon didn’t give one whit about Anomen or his illness.
“So I take it you won’t be staying with him tonight?”
Well, THAT was direct enough.
You have to understand something here. Saemon was a scoundrel, a thief and a liar. I knew that up front. But there was a reason that he still lives to this day. There was something else about him. It was almost indefinable. Me, I say that it was the way he oozed charm the way a dirty man oozed stink. It was perceptible in the air around him. And I have to say, the way he stood, with his chest bare, his undone shirt flapping in the wind, and the golden hoop earring winking in the moonlight, well, I dare any woman to resist that. Even if I could have ignored how he looked, his sexuality hit me in the loins and all of my senses stood at attention.
“No,” I replied calmly. “I won’t.”
“I see,” he replied with a smirk. “That’s too bad.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.”
“So,” he said, smoothly changing the subject. “I see that Imoen is relatively unharmed, so that must mean a good return on all the money you spent.”
That damnable man was playing games with me. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it, but it irritated me that I hadn’t initiated the game playing first.
“Speaking of money,” I commented. “It would seem you still owe me for services rendered.”
He chuckled and shook his head.
“Trust a thief to keep you honest,” he replied. He pulled out the sword.
“I would prefer gold,” I informed him once again.
“No you don’t, love. This sword is better than gold.”
I took it and gave it a cursory examination. Then I put it away.
“So who did you filch it from?” I asked.
“No one of importance,” he answered breezily. “Have you ever thought of taking up piracy? You seem to do well on a ship.”
“Suggesting a partnership?”
“Perhaps for a night or two.”
Pardon? Didn’t I care about Anomen?
Of course I cared about Anomen! As much as a person without a soul can care about anyone or anything. It was like Irenicus had once said. I clung to the memory, and then the memory of the memory of our love. But come on, without a soul, my feelings lacked conviction. I never once claimed I was a good person, and without my soul, my conscious was virtually gone.
And Saemon and I were a lot alike. I have never understood what Anomen had ever seen in me. He took my council on matters of morality, which are pretty skewed since I’m a thief, and saw some nobility in me that I never knew was there. He thinks I’m a better person than I am.
Saemon never had that perception. He was a scoundrel and he related to the dark underbelly of whatever good side I had. We both knew what it was like to leap from a second story window because our lover’s spouse had come home. We had seen the race of man from a view of the gutters and knew their darkest secrets and deepest vices. We had a lot in common.
Pray, let me go on with my story, I’m nearing the good bit.
An uncomfortable silence passed while we stared at each other. The very air between us was charged with signals so animal that neither one of us understood them on a conscious level. Yes, I hated Saemon Havarian. He had betrayed me to Bodhi’s vampires, and I hadn’t forgiven him for that. But the urges he switched on when he came around were stronger than my hate.
Has that ever happened to you? You find someone that has no redeemable qualities, the very thought of them disgusts you and you can’t even stand the world because they’re in it. Yet, the minute you get within two feet of them, all of your feelings are overridden by the beastly sexual need you have for them?
No? That’s too bad.
I’m here to tell you, it’s like a drug. You’re addicted to their bodies in a purely chemical way. That is the only way I can think to describe it.
Anyway. The same primal need that stirred within me stirred within Saemon. We may not have said a word to each other, but our beasts within spoke volumes and we could feel every word of their writhing dialog. I could feel a sweat break through my skin below the belt and I heard Saemon’s whispering moan. With that signal we crashed together. His mouth burned, as I tasted this salty sailor for the first time. He yanked my shirt up my back and I tore his away completely. We made our way across the deck as one creature melded of two bodies, stumbling over ropes and battling the rocking of the ship. If any crew saw us, they merely stepped out of the way and let us continue to Saemon’s cabin.
As we reached his door, he latched onto my neck, devouring and tasting my skin with such a force, I fleetingly wondered if Bodhi had turned him vampire. But then he raked his nails down my back and I threw my head back, moaning, and the thought dissolved.
“A minute love, I have to unlock my door,” he growled. He dug into a pants pocket and struggled against the tightening leather to bring forth his key. I took that opportunity to yank off my shirt and to free Saemon from his pants. He fumbled the key into the lock and the door crashed inward. As we stumbled inside, our progress was hampered by the blinding darkness. Saemon tripped over a trunk and stumbled to the floor. I’m sure he was thrown off balance by the fact that his pants had slipped down around his knees.
“Damnation,” he grumbled. I heard him flop around on the floor in an effort to stand.
I chuckled as I easily stripped off my remaining garments. Suddenly, he snatched my arm and yanked me to the floor next to him. His mouth found mine once again and he ran his hands over my bare skin. I rolled until I was on top of him, our sweat soaked bodies slid easily across each other.
“Saemon?” I asked against him mouth.
“What?”
“Shouldn’t we get in bed?”
Our tongues tangled for a moment before he answered.
“Yes,” he breathily whispered.
“Where is it?” I asked panting.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay.” I sucked on him bottom lip and he pulled on my hair until my neck arched to him.
My dear Marcus, if you don’t take a breath soon, you’ll suffocate. Oh, now look, you’ve dropped your quill. Well, pick it up, come on; I have to be somewhere soon.
What’s that?
Well thank you. Yes I do pride myself on my excellent memory. How nice of you for noticing.
I’m not sure what Saemon had in mind, if he had anything in his mind at the time, but what he got was wholly different, I can assure you. My passion was high, my blood burned and without a soul as a barrier, part of the Slayer broke free. I could feel its mental claws gripping me, trying to wrench away control. My empowered and highflying ardor fueled it and I was in for a battle.
Whoa.
It intensified any and every sensation on my part and Saemon noticed the change.
I have to give him credit here; there aren’t many men who could survive such an erotic onslaught.
Heh, I have to thank Edwin for that particular turn of phrase, even if he has no idea what it really means. You know, it might prove interesting to teach him.
Oh come on, Marcus, of course I’m kidding. . . kinda.
I suppose I can skip over the messy parts. There was some spurting, a number of explosions and a great deal of screaming in pleasure. No stars though. Now I have done this a time or two in my life, and not once have I ever seen stars. But that’s neither here nor there. Needless to say, I left Saemon Havarian so exhausted he had to work at the simple task of breathing. I stood and searched the room until I found a lantern. A few sparks and the room filled with a warm glow. Saemon lay on the floor, his hair, once arranged in a rakish fashion, stuck out on end and I saw that his pants still dangled off one of his legs. Speaking of pants, I had to search the cabin for a moment before I found mine flung over an elegantly carved teak chest. I slowly redressed, pausing to find all of my garments and when I finished, I found that Saemon was still on the floor, staring at me. I grinned, dug a few gold out of my pouch and tossed them on the nightstand by the bed.
“Thanks love,” I said, winked and left his cabin. I went back to my cabin and ordered up a warm bath.
Yes, Marcus, that’s the end. I guess it has to be; you look like you’re ready to bolt. Feel free to come back any time. I’m sure I can dig up more stories.
(It is noted here that Marcus literally ran from Anomen and Journey’s home. It isn’t clear whether Journey’s invitation to return caused him to flee or the fact that Sir Anomen had just returned from the Temple of Helm.)
Now, ostensibly, I agreed to help him because I wanted the hell off of this island. But the truth of the matter was I was still a thief, soul or no soul. I had never stolen anything as big as a ship before. As Keldorn and Anomen raised their objections, I couldn’t help but perk up at the challenge.
Imoen shared a glance with me. Her eyes also danced with challenge.
“What do we need to do?” I asked Saemon, nearly licking my lips in anticipation.
“The Captain has a mistress. He gave her the horn he uses to signal the guards. I need that horn.”
“His mistress, where does she live?” I asked.
He took me to a window and pointed out the house. “Right over there. She keeps her door unlocked, for everyone knows better than to break into the Captain’s mistress’ home.”
“Of course they do,” I replied as my look grew hungry.
“She rarely leaves, but I find that she is so exhausted by the day’s exertions that come nightfall, she sleeps like the dead.”
I noticed that Saemon’s voice had grown warm and conspiratorial and I also knew that he was manipulating me.
I didn’t care though.
“Very well, we’ll get the horn.”
“I knew I could count on you,” he said with a grin.
Stealing Desharik’s ship was an act of pure audacity. But I loved the plan, I was proud to be a part of it. We set sail in the dead of night and the exhilaration of the theft left me in a better mood than I had been in a long time. Not to mention that I had Imoen back to take part in my capers once again. Considering those two things, I hardly had a care in the world.
Hardly.
I guess that first night on the ship was sort of a reunion party. I introduced Imoen to Keldorn first off. You wouldn’t believe how quickly those two bonded. I know Keldorn reminded Imoen of all those stuffy uncles we had back in Candlekeep and it took two blinks of an eye before she fell into outrageously teasing him. He took it well, much like ribbing from a favored niece.
Of course I had to introduce her to Anomen, even though he and I weren’t really talking at the time. It didn’t matter. Once again, seasickness plagued him the moment he set foot on board and he spent most of the night holed up in his cabin.
Jan had managed to out-annoy Imoen, which was probably the greatest thing I had ever seen. To this day Imoen won’t have anything to do with turnips, gives her indigestion I guess.
And then there was Kelsey. It was unfortunate that I had met Kelsey after Anomen and I had gotten together. If it hadn’t been for Anomen I would have made a play for him, but the way things happened I’m guess I’m glad I didn’t. Besides, he was a merchant and I had made a living relieving merchants of their goods.
When I introduced them, Kelsey took her hand and shook it, like he would have any other colleague and he almost pulled it off.
“Hi-lo,” he greeted, cleared his throat and tried again. “Uh, I mean, hello.”
“Hiya,” Imoen responded and then grinned at him.
He lost the ability to speak after that, so I left her with him. I wanted to check on Anomen anyway.
When I got to Anomen’s cabin, I saw him curled up on the floor, sweating and shaking. Something in my mind chuckled. He had the ability to bring back the dead, but apparently Helm hadn’t granted him the power to cure seasickness.
“How are you feeling?” I asked gently. I tried to ignore the wall that had grown between us.
“Fine,” he replied in a weak voice. Of course he was fine! How could I not see how fine he was behind the green tint to his skin?
“Here, I’ll help you into bed,” I tried again. Still I could feel the tension between us knot up in my shoulders.
“I can do it,” he said and clawed his way toward the hammock. I took a towel I had filched from the Vulgar Monkey and soaked it down in cold water; the act intended to hide my irritation. I wonder if all clerics make such horrible patients?
He managed to climb into his precarious bed but he still had his armor on. I walked over and began to unfasten the straps to his breastplate when he angrily knocked my hand away.
“I can do it,” he snapped.
“Fine!” I shouted and threw the wet towel at him. It smacked him in the face and I stormed out of his cabin. It looked like this wasn’t going to be an easy wall to breach.
I left Anomen’s cabin in an edgy mood and I simply wasn’t ready for bed yet. So I paid one of the crew to take me to Saemon’s private stock of alcohol and liberated a bottle of rum. Then I went above decks where I could pace and drink myself insensate. I have always loved the ocean and it was a shame that Anomen suffered from seasickness. Many times I had imagined the two of us standing at the fore of a ship, letting the wind wash over us and staring up at the moon.
What was that look for? What, just because I was Bhaalspawn meant that I didn’t have romantic inclinations? Well, my old friend, in between the murderous tendencies, saving the world from the likes of Sarevok, Bodhi, Irenicus and Melissan, and deflecting Bhaal at every turn, believe it or not, I did manage to find time to indulge in schoolgirl fancies and daydreams.
May I continue?
Thanks.
I leaned against the rail of the ship, the prow, a half-clad woman, soared toward the waves from below me. I uncorked the bottle of rum and took a long pull. There was a biting chill in the wind as it poured over me, but after the confines of Spellhold, it was just the thing to purge me of my claustrophobia.
“Ah, Journey, you enjoy the lead so much that even on my ship you take the closest thing to the front you can find, eh?”
I turned and saw Saemon approach me.
“Gee, Saemon, I would have figured you would be abed by now. Or can’t you find any man’s wife to join you?”
“Ah now, you wound me, love. And here I came to check on you. To see how you’re doing now that part of you is. . . uh, missing.”
“Fine, I suppose. ‘Tis strange though, at the weirdest moments I can feel Bhaal ready to seize my body.”
Saemon jumped back and his eyes grew wide.
“Really? Well, I. . . uh. . . gotta go. . . “
I had to laugh.
“Oh Saemon, I’m kidding!”
He glanced at me warily.
“Mighty odd sense of humor you have there, love.”
Now I have to add that Saemon had known so many women, he couldn’t possibly remember all their names. His use of the word ‘love’ was not a gesture of affection. Merely a nickname he gave every lady he had ever known.
He finally became comfortable enough to stand next to me and I shared his bottle of rum with him. We stared up into the velvety throat of the night sky without saying anything.
“So, how’s Sir Anomen?” he finally asked.
“Don’t ask me, we’re not speaking,” I replied. I realized the mistake of saying anything instantly.
“Really? Something to do with what happened back in Spellhold?”
“Aye. Forgive me though if I don’t want to talk about it,” I told him. I shouldn’t have bothered. I knew that Saemon didn’t give one whit about Anomen or his illness.
“So I take it you won’t be staying with him tonight?”
Well, THAT was direct enough.
You have to understand something here. Saemon was a scoundrel, a thief and a liar. I knew that up front. But there was a reason that he still lives to this day. There was something else about him. It was almost indefinable. Me, I say that it was the way he oozed charm the way a dirty man oozed stink. It was perceptible in the air around him. And I have to say, the way he stood, with his chest bare, his undone shirt flapping in the wind, and the golden hoop earring winking in the moonlight, well, I dare any woman to resist that. Even if I could have ignored how he looked, his sexuality hit me in the loins and all of my senses stood at attention.
“No,” I replied calmly. “I won’t.”
“I see,” he replied with a smirk. “That’s too bad.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.”
“So,” he said, smoothly changing the subject. “I see that Imoen is relatively unharmed, so that must mean a good return on all the money you spent.”
That damnable man was playing games with me. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it, but it irritated me that I hadn’t initiated the game playing first.
“Speaking of money,” I commented. “It would seem you still owe me for services rendered.”
He chuckled and shook his head.
“Trust a thief to keep you honest,” he replied. He pulled out the sword.
“I would prefer gold,” I informed him once again.
“No you don’t, love. This sword is better than gold.”
I took it and gave it a cursory examination. Then I put it away.
“So who did you filch it from?” I asked.
“No one of importance,” he answered breezily. “Have you ever thought of taking up piracy? You seem to do well on a ship.”
“Suggesting a partnership?”
“Perhaps for a night or two.”
Pardon? Didn’t I care about Anomen?
Of course I cared about Anomen! As much as a person without a soul can care about anyone or anything. It was like Irenicus had once said. I clung to the memory, and then the memory of the memory of our love. But come on, without a soul, my feelings lacked conviction. I never once claimed I was a good person, and without my soul, my conscious was virtually gone.
And Saemon and I were a lot alike. I have never understood what Anomen had ever seen in me. He took my council on matters of morality, which are pretty skewed since I’m a thief, and saw some nobility in me that I never knew was there. He thinks I’m a better person than I am.
Saemon never had that perception. He was a scoundrel and he related to the dark underbelly of whatever good side I had. We both knew what it was like to leap from a second story window because our lover’s spouse had come home. We had seen the race of man from a view of the gutters and knew their darkest secrets and deepest vices. We had a lot in common.
Pray, let me go on with my story, I’m nearing the good bit.
An uncomfortable silence passed while we stared at each other. The very air between us was charged with signals so animal that neither one of us understood them on a conscious level. Yes, I hated Saemon Havarian. He had betrayed me to Bodhi’s vampires, and I hadn’t forgiven him for that. But the urges he switched on when he came around were stronger than my hate.
Has that ever happened to you? You find someone that has no redeemable qualities, the very thought of them disgusts you and you can’t even stand the world because they’re in it. Yet, the minute you get within two feet of them, all of your feelings are overridden by the beastly sexual need you have for them?
No? That’s too bad.
I’m here to tell you, it’s like a drug. You’re addicted to their bodies in a purely chemical way. That is the only way I can think to describe it.
Anyway. The same primal need that stirred within me stirred within Saemon. We may not have said a word to each other, but our beasts within spoke volumes and we could feel every word of their writhing dialog. I could feel a sweat break through my skin below the belt and I heard Saemon’s whispering moan. With that signal we crashed together. His mouth burned, as I tasted this salty sailor for the first time. He yanked my shirt up my back and I tore his away completely. We made our way across the deck as one creature melded of two bodies, stumbling over ropes and battling the rocking of the ship. If any crew saw us, they merely stepped out of the way and let us continue to Saemon’s cabin.
As we reached his door, he latched onto my neck, devouring and tasting my skin with such a force, I fleetingly wondered if Bodhi had turned him vampire. But then he raked his nails down my back and I threw my head back, moaning, and the thought dissolved.
“A minute love, I have to unlock my door,” he growled. He dug into a pants pocket and struggled against the tightening leather to bring forth his key. I took that opportunity to yank off my shirt and to free Saemon from his pants. He fumbled the key into the lock and the door crashed inward. As we stumbled inside, our progress was hampered by the blinding darkness. Saemon tripped over a trunk and stumbled to the floor. I’m sure he was thrown off balance by the fact that his pants had slipped down around his knees.
“Damnation,” he grumbled. I heard him flop around on the floor in an effort to stand.
I chuckled as I easily stripped off my remaining garments. Suddenly, he snatched my arm and yanked me to the floor next to him. His mouth found mine once again and he ran his hands over my bare skin. I rolled until I was on top of him, our sweat soaked bodies slid easily across each other.
“Saemon?” I asked against him mouth.
“What?”
“Shouldn’t we get in bed?”
Our tongues tangled for a moment before he answered.
“Yes,” he breathily whispered.
“Where is it?” I asked panting.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay.” I sucked on him bottom lip and he pulled on my hair until my neck arched to him.
My dear Marcus, if you don’t take a breath soon, you’ll suffocate. Oh, now look, you’ve dropped your quill. Well, pick it up, come on; I have to be somewhere soon.
What’s that?
Well thank you. Yes I do pride myself on my excellent memory. How nice of you for noticing.
I’m not sure what Saemon had in mind, if he had anything in his mind at the time, but what he got was wholly different, I can assure you. My passion was high, my blood burned and without a soul as a barrier, part of the Slayer broke free. I could feel its mental claws gripping me, trying to wrench away control. My empowered and highflying ardor fueled it and I was in for a battle.
Whoa.
It intensified any and every sensation on my part and Saemon noticed the change.
I have to give him credit here; there aren’t many men who could survive such an erotic onslaught.
Heh, I have to thank Edwin for that particular turn of phrase, even if he has no idea what it really means. You know, it might prove interesting to teach him.
Oh come on, Marcus, of course I’m kidding. . . kinda.
I suppose I can skip over the messy parts. There was some spurting, a number of explosions and a great deal of screaming in pleasure. No stars though. Now I have done this a time or two in my life, and not once have I ever seen stars. But that’s neither here nor there. Needless to say, I left Saemon Havarian so exhausted he had to work at the simple task of breathing. I stood and searched the room until I found a lantern. A few sparks and the room filled with a warm glow. Saemon lay on the floor, his hair, once arranged in a rakish fashion, stuck out on end and I saw that his pants still dangled off one of his legs. Speaking of pants, I had to search the cabin for a moment before I found mine flung over an elegantly carved teak chest. I slowly redressed, pausing to find all of my garments and when I finished, I found that Saemon was still on the floor, staring at me. I grinned, dug a few gold out of my pouch and tossed them on the nightstand by the bed.
“Thanks love,” I said, winked and left his cabin. I went back to my cabin and ordered up a warm bath.
Yes, Marcus, that’s the end. I guess it has to be; you look like you’re ready to bolt. Feel free to come back any time. I’m sure I can dig up more stories.
(It is noted here that Marcus literally ran from Anomen and Journey’s home. It isn’t clear whether Journey’s invitation to return caused him to flee or the fact that Sir Anomen had just returned from the Temple of Helm.)