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  1. #171
    "Aye, Captain♥!~" were the only words that Nerys had to spare, in this case fully acknowledging that she only took orders from the man known as Jason. This was a better arrangement for the type of person that Nerys was overall, and at the very least kept her away from the obviously disturbed Kolin. Kolin for her part in this scoffed but let it go. She couldn't do anything about it, so long as Jason claimed Nerys as one of his own. All she could do was get ready to get off the ship. Only, Jason had words for her... what were they? She should get a new healer... she would do that regardless, but he wanted her to have a nice body? Why? Hers was more than enough... No. Wait. That's not at all what she meant. She just meant if he had someone else to bed, he'd stay away from her... that was good right? If it was... then why was she upset about the idea of yet another woman being added to his plate?

    He also wanted a place set up within her Kingdom as well, she'd do that... she technically already agreed to that aspect though not in such specific terms. He claimed he'd make visits to the Kingdom frequently how exciting. No. Not exciting she didn't want to be anywhere near him. "Yes Jason. As you like. I'll make sure you have a nice place for you and your crew..." she acquiesced to his wishes while squirming under his gaze. She didn't like this man. She wanted to get away from him. "Lot, Leorio... let's go." she said more than ready to get off this ridiculous ship. She'd put as much space between her and Jason as possible, even though... the idea of him visiting made her heart flutter. Ugh, just another left over... right? All the while, Nerys watched and gave a sad shake of her head. That woman truly didn't know how confused she was. She had no idea how very contradictory her own nature was. Oh well, at the very least, Nerys could look forward to having something interesting to do on the ship. She'd take care of the boys, find them some nice bisexual women to bed and introduce Jason to more degeneracy from modern times. Hers would be a happy ending.

  2. #172
    He'd had an interesting time with the one called Nerys over the past few days, and it seemed that would continue. Even after being freed of her servitude to Kolin, and thereby of Jason himself, yet he'd lost no access to the mage. Actually, she seemed even more available than she'd been before. This was good. Jason supposed the initial experience of him had successfully broken the white-haired former male down, though it seemed Kolin was not yet fully immersed in her new lifestyle. She may have agreed to make a place for Jason and his crew, but after that, she thought to take her leave with those pitiful men dragging along at her coattails? That wasn't quite right, was it? "Good, good. I'll swing by to check it out soon. You ain't leaving already though, are you?"

    At no point would he allow Kolin to forget her place, even though she quite literally couldn't forget if she tried. Still, he beckoned that whore of his with his forefinger, intending to seed his position over her into that dumb little head of hers. "C'mon. Say goodbye, and do it right," he demanded. Did Jason require her services? No; not at all. Ah, but that didn't mean he wouldn't take the opportunity to, in essence, rip the podium from beneath Kolin at this very moment.

  3. #173
    Jason's words to Kolin were fine. She was ready to leave, but... he wouldn't let her just yet. What could this actually mean? The words he used were ones of endearment, like someone sending their significant other off to work. At the same time, she doubted the man held such notions at all. This wasn't done out of some extreme need to care for her. Still, she was currently on his ship and couldn't say now. She took measured steps towards him... why was it always like this? Why couldn't she stay away from him? Why was she pleased he wanted something from her before she left? There was a light in her eyes as she considered this and she suppressed it. She was being humiliated for no good reason... but it was attention from Jason♥~. "Of course, Jason!~" there was so much excitement in her voice that she couldn't hide. She didn't know how to feel. She'd never really know how to feel.

    Still the buxom blonde found herself near the helm before the man. He wanted her to say goodbye and do it properly. There was only one thing he could want from her by that logic. She fell to her knees before him aiming to take his cock into her mouth. What a strange way for the pair of them to meet. It'd been the start of them and would be this end of them still she was rather excited. At the same time Nerys leaned against a nearby banister sending a casual glance over to the woman. Poor thing, she really had no idea what she looked like to everyone else. Or maybe just anyone with sense. She still had her followers after all.

  4. #174
    Of course, Jason. These were words he was gradually getting used to from Kolin, more so than any others. His crew called him Captain, or even sir. That particular sentence was one only spoken by the wench approaching him, but never did any other acceptance of his order sound so... happy. How could she ever pretend to be anything else? she clearly adored being ordered around and dominated, yet she wanted to be such a high and mighty entity in her own right. It was a shame that she had no merit to speak of that would warrant such a thing, unless one counted her use as a personal cock-massager. Even then, her body did more than its fair share of heavy lifting for whatever else she offered. Oh well; she was at least being proactive enough to interpret the meaning of his 'goodbye' offer. Without an ounce of confusion, she kneeled and took him into her mouth. With the widest of grins, Jason planted a hand atop her head. "Good girl! It only took you a few days to get the picture!" Though it shouldn't have taken so much time, Jason found himself actually impressed that she'd made this progress at all. She deserved some sort of reward for that, right? Or, was allowing her to taste him more than enough reward? Given how she was, perhaps the latter was the case. . .

    As Kolin situated herself properly to consume the Argo's Captain, Lot... kept his gaze averted. He didn't understand what had become of Kolin, but it wasn't his business. So long as he had access to Kolin, and the chance to become king to her queen, he could ignore every stone she let herself stumble over─ even if said stumble left her open mouth around a thousand cocks greater than his own. Leorio, on the other hand, could only watch and be silent. He would always wonder when his time would come, now with both Kolin and Jason... however, he was beginning to wonder if his time would ever come. Did Kolin just want this sort of treatment from him? Was she simply waiting with bated breath, showing him moments of her having contact with these more aggressive men, all so he would get the hint and be more like that? Well... perhaps that was something for the lad to think of when his ass and jaw stopped hurting─

  5. #175
    Praise! Kolin was receiving praise from Jason. Somehow this was everything she wanted, and she was quite enamored by it. She'd continue what she was doing then, until he stopped her or until he finished. Taking him further and deeper into her own mouth. She'd go on, until she gagged even. She was elated. She hated him right? Why did it felt nice to be rewarded? Whatever the case the hand upon her head gave her quite a the jolt of happiness. This would continue, gagging gurgling, happiness though she had no reason to understand why she felt this way. It was a shame she truly wanted to get away from this man as quickly as possible, but somehow was still glad to have his attention in the moment.

    All the while Nerys watched as the two Knights Kolin managed to secure from Zuria looked on. Much like he'd been doing the entirety of their trip Lot, looked away. That was interesting, Lot always carried himself as if he were better than others, but Nerys could see very clearly from the outside that he was no better than anyone else. She supposed they'd been given a practical showing of how much Lot failed by comparison. Ah, and then there was the poor sad Leorio. Nerys felt nothing but pity for the lad. His actions in Zuria not withstanding, she wasn't sure he didn't just have a similar experience to her own. Except, unlike her, he hadn't at all figured out that he wasn't going to be the 'hero' or 'mc' in this world. Still he waited around for that woman like a good little lap dog. A subtle shake of Nerys' head would occur, she knew what she thought of a moment like this and it was quite sad. In exactly this moment she was kind of glad she was no longer a man.

  6. #176
    Of course it was everything she wanted. How could she be blamed? From what Jason himself observed of this woman, he could happily provide her wildest dreams, all while only seeking his own interests. She didn't hate anything about this. No, what she hated was surely being without such treatment elsewhere in her pitiful life. Regardless, here she was, slobbering and inhaling the Argonaut's cock as if she hadn't a care for anything else. Oh? Was she gagging of her own accord now? Such progress was being showed, he couldn't keep the satisfied grin and laughter held in. "Hoho─! What's this shit? Trying to make me let you stay on the Argo? That's some good work, slut~" How long would she go on with this, he wondered. Little did he know, it was her intention to continue until some sort of end was brought about by Jason, either his halting or his ejaculation. In this case, it would certainly be the latter. Those worthless pigs preparing to leave could sit and watch for all he cared; they had done nothing at all in the past few days, besides one of them getting on Jason's nerves in a few words. Ah well─ he had more satisfying things to concern himself with.

  7. #177
    Was this what she wanted? No. Of course not, no one wanted to be made made a fool of in front of everyone. Surely, this was another leftover, more of a reason for her to get as far away from this man as possible. Still it didn't stop her from trying to swallow his dick down her throat. She was gagging herself quite effectively and had no problem doing it just to the edge of her own consciousness. It didn't stop her from giving him the pleasure she knew he was looking for, nor did it stop her from taking pleasure for herself. What was more, she was being further rewarded. More words of praise from Jason!~ What was this? He spoke as if he'd let her stay. She... didn't want that! She had things to do, none of it involved being a random cabin girl on a ship in the middle of a shitty desert. Then why? Why did she do more, seem more happy, gain intensity with the depths at which she shoved him down her own throat? It was the oath right? She was just doing what she was compelled to do, make Jason happy. That was all this was, her making him happy which she did because of her ridiculous oath. It had nothing to do with her directly. It was just another step forward, towards her ultimate goal, revenge against those who wronged her! But that didn't stop her from finishing this.

    Nerys watched the conflict play across the eyes Kolin. Nerys also watched Jason, she could see what this woman saw in a man like him at least. Nerys held no qualms about her own feelings in these matters. She wasn't the type to confuse her wants with her desires. But... it was obvious to anyone who'd seen the workings of Kolin that she'd confuse those two things every time she opened her mouth.

  8. #178
    One thing could not be hidden, no matter any attempts to do so. When Jason presented even an idea of keeping Kolin aboard the Argo, her efforts increased drastically. She seemed almost ready to drive herself to unconsciousness with how frequently she sacrificed her own breath to his shaft. Did she really think he would let her stay, when that would sacrifice an entire kingdom of whores that would be at his disposal? That may have been the dumbest thought she'd ever had, if so. "Eh? That's what you want, isn't it? You want to stay here and have daily access to the pipe you love drinking from so much?" Unlike previous situations, Jason felt no need to abuse Kolin─ directly, at least. Actually, he wouldn't even be cramming himself into her throat this time, simply because he didn't have a need; Kolin did that herself. Ah, she'd receive exactly what she longed for. Jason could feel the compression of his jewels taking place, alongside that tingling sensation creeping its way up his urethra into his tip. "You'd prefer if we never even made it to this shitty place, huh? Just you, my cock, and an audience for the rest of your life that doesn't have any other worth."

  9. #179
    Jason was still talking to her. This was nice, right? No. No it wasn't. She didn't want to stay on this ship at all, she did only what was necessary to please him. No one liked being demeaned in this way, least of all her. She was an object of worship and adoration, not some common harlot to be taken advantage of on the street. Oh, but she couldn't really think like that when she had this man's dick far enough down her throat that she felt like she was fighting for air. Ah but she wouldn't stop either, she felt like it would be wrong to at this junction. Even as she wanted to argue with him, she felt like she couldn't. If she opened her mouth to speak on this she couldn't did that mean... her contrary thoughts were lies? Surely not, obviously there was no way she enjoyed this sort of thing. No way she wanted to stay. She simply didn't want Nerys to stay too. Yes, that was it, she didn't want Nerys getting overly comfortable around Jason on his ship. Why? Because she didn't put her on this ship to be comfortable, she'd meant her as a sacrifice. Sacrifices weren't supposed to be happy, they were supposed to be miserable. Ah, but that didn't matter. The idea of her, Jason and an audience forever wasn't terrible. But... it was terrible. What about her revenge? What about all of those who'd wronged her? What about that seething hatred that welled up in the pit of her soul. It needed to be quelled and that couldn't happen here! She kept working, a gentle swallowing motion occurred in her throat as she forgot herself momentarily. Even as she did though, her body aimed to please. She could feel gentle wetness between her legs even as she lodged this man so deep in the back of the throat she'd have to force him out with vigor. She breathed outwardly and waited.

  10. #180
    No answer came from Kolin, but she also didn't stop anything she'd been doing. That much was enough of a response as far as the truth of this matter was concerned, though it wouldn't truly suffice for Jason. He'd asked her a question, receiving no response. What happened to all of that "of course, Jason" he'd been hearing before? It was gone while Kolin dealt with her own state of denial. It never really mattered, but there was one truth to be known regardless. Had Kolin been an exceptional treat, as her body would imply, perhaps he would have actually left her on the Argo. Honestly though, the variety to be gained from Dis was far greater than Kolin ever could be in her own right, yet... that didn't mean he'd be done with her either. "No? Heh!" he scoffed, thinking to have a bit of fun with his rebuttal. The mental abuse would never end even as he refrained from physical torture, and letting Kolin wind herself up in that little head was amusing enough. The time had come. He was ready to fill her throat and mouth, or cover her with his essence depending on what Kolin herself did with his following words. Once he'd spoken, matters would be entirely in her hand─ he would be expelling his seed soon regardless. "If you insist on being less of a slut, I guess I'll just leave you with this. Go on. Milk out your goodbye gift, and get off my ship since you don't want to stick around and get your holes stuffed constantly. I really thought I was onto something there; that's damn disappointing!" he said, making a grand show of the speech that anyone with more than a shred of sense would see as a farce.

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