The Argo & Desolate Sands

[Apollymi]

Each thrust met by a hip-shaking circular rotation sent a shiver down the spine of Nerys. Who would have thought she would enjoy this sort of aggression and attention? If one had mentioned it a mere week ago, she might have laughed in their faces! She definitely wasn't interested in men, but the Captain of the Argonauts was something of a special case. Nerys fully acknowledged that her interest in him started with magic, and an oath she didn't swear. But... it didn't end that way. The way it would end was her own choice exclusively and so long as they were compatible and could explore and provide anything near equivalence for each other... she'd likely retain that interest. A medic on a ship, who occasionally slept with the Captain, taking life day by day at pace? Sounded like a great life to her. Oh? But what was this, their joint adventure within this bathtub was being explored in a slightly different way than it started.

Jason apparently took issue with something she said. He became slightly more aggressive, but not in a way which implied violence. In fact, Nerys hair was pulled changing the angle of her body so she was up higher, closer to his own face. He was staring at her in the mirror, claiming not to be her Captain. A stupid person might have heard this and freaked out... how very interesting these moments seemed to play out in a similar way all the time but, had such different outcomes. The grunting words delivered directly to her ear, caused Nerys body to tighten internally. That tongue against the side of her face had a similar effect, just like when he mentioned he'd keep her. Still she met his thrusts but now that eye contact was being held within the mirror she seemed transfixed. He didn't want to be called Captain right now, in this place, because of this slutty face she was making? Because she managed to look as if she enjoyed having his cock in her body? Or maybe because he wasn't ruling over her in a moment like this? Oh... well there were a lot of possibilities for why he would have a problem with this, but Nerys had a different sort of problem. She'd voice it in the moment, begging for a bit of guidance from the man in question, though again, not in a way which would demean herself, no... in a way which praised. In a way that implied an absolute desire to have a certain wish granted... it was very much her way after all. "Please♥!~ Tell me♥!~" she started, that tongue of hers moving only to fall out of her mouth again with a forceful stroke. "What do you want me to call you, while I'm cumming on your glorious cock? When we're alone together and you're causing me to make such happy slutty faces for you♥!~ What name do I call when you do this to me? Please tell me!♥~"

[Bloodedge]

Even as Nerys' tongue dangled from her mouth and dripped saliva into the oscillating water below, even as his own tongue slowly trailed its way up the side of her face, Jason wore a satisfied grin while staring her down in the mirror ahead. Nothing was more true than the fact that, no, he wasn't this woman's Captain here and now. More specifically, she wasn't his crewmember while providing such an incredible service. She wanted to be told what he was? To know his identity in their time alone, when her face contorted into one of bliss and arousal? There were so many options, he'd hardly thought of anything specific. Perhaps a list would do. Of course, that list did not come without his hand releasing the mage's ass, only to slap it firmly. It was no simple slap, though. Feeding into the reverberations that looped back into his hands from that single action, his fingers curled into a very tight grip to accompany his repeated thrusting. Naturally, he hadn't gone without noticing how his body was required to move with greater purpose to reach the depths of Nerys. Surely this was intentional, but oh so worthwhile regardless.

"Like this, I'm Jason," he started, still speaking directly into the side of her face. "Your master. Your breeder. The one in charge of how good you feel." This speech came with another tug of her hair, another spanking and subsequent squeeze, and another lick to boot. "Take your pick of the lot... but what does that make you, huh? What's your goal here?"

[Apollymi]

Nerys could see Jason's face in the mirror. The grin he wore was so satisfying to her, she was glad he'd reached a certain level of satisfaction. She truly was the sort of person who aimed to please her partners, she wished to be good at what she did felt deeply appreciative when her efforts were noticed. She was a hard worker at her core after all, even as she was being roughly used by Jason, she didn't mind when he was obviously enjoying her so much. She'd never seen him use his mouth in kindness before today, and now he was licking up the side of her face, causing her nether to tighten in response. She really did enjoy all this positive attention. His grip on her rear loosened only for her to feel the slap against her rear... "Oooh!♥~" she enjoyed that, it still didn't register as pain... or was it just not in her head that way because of the extra feelings from before. Even with his hand tightening in her hair, she felt nothing but satisfied as she exhaled breathily before him. She still met his backward strokes even as he gave her a potential list of things to address him as. A list was good, it would give her the ability to have some variety in her addresses. Maybe even help her decide what to call him based on what she asked for in the moment. Ah, but that was something to consider later, wasn't it? He claimed to be in charge of how good she felt in this situation and that was quite interesting. Another slap to her rear, a firmer grip on her hair all as the moved within her person. Oh? Was that yet another lick of her face, "Aaaah!♥ Jason!♥~" she moaned in the moment, how could she not? She still shifted backwards her hips taking more shallow circles as she could feel the rising tension of her own body. She was being overloaded by various sensations caused by the man plunging into her from the rear. If nothing else, she'd definitely chosen the right position for the day.

"I'm Nerys, Jason's pet, the one he breeds and the one who pleases him and gets her Master's perfect cock as a reward!♥~" she stated. She didn't mind belonging to Jason in anyway. She liked the idea of being kept by him. Nerys lived to please, and in moments like this even though it wasn't what she would have originally chosen she still liked that she was doing a reasonable job of it. "My goal here is to please and be called a good girl!~" Nerys sought a strange amount of validation, she knew she was useful, she liked when it was acknowledged. She liked when she saw satisfaction on Jason's face, she liked when he did things out of the norm to reward her for her ideas and behaviors. This kind of moment with him doing something she'd asked for and causing her great sexual satisfaction, was a moment she now lived for.

[Bloodedge]

Between the repeated none-too-reserved sounds of flesh crashing against flesh, and the audible water as it cascaded again and again over the tub's edge, it became a wonder that these two weren't out at sea in a porcelain vessel instead of crossing the desert. Of course, there were also multiple breaks in these sounds. The effects of their movements were occasionally lost to Jason, either via his own guttural groans or Nerys' more melodic whimpers. What was most worth focusing on? He couldn't have chosen a thing if he tried. This of course, meant he was content to continue his thrusting without halt, but ah─ Nerys eventually got around to announcing titles of her own. All she said was absolutely correct. How could he reward such dedication? There was only one way he could, and it was with that 'perfect cock' she spoke of. She aimed to please? He aimed to penetrate. "That's all right. You're the perfect little slut for me!~" he announced, strangely without the overly-demeaning undertone he normally offered.

Jason's next movements were quite strangely driven. He'd been spending so much time now licking the woman's face, there was one thing he'd yet to try. When he next tugged on her hair, he pulled to the side for the sake of turning her head. His own tongue still protruded; it was Jason's turn to invade Nerys' mouth. His other hand even moved from her backside, taking hold of something of seemingly greater mass: her chest. Something about her words resonated with him more deeply than normally. Was it the free will which put her in such a position, which did him in? Perhaps. Either way, there was a rather abrupt expulsion of ejaculatory fluids pouring into Nerys. This situation was far from ordinary. This did not come with a singular, final thrust or anything─ it occurred while Jason continued savagely digging his way into her womanhood. He wasn't done quite yet, it seemed. All that squelching that happened as a result of this would only drive him further, as if he planned to stop only when he couldn't continue; perhaps he'd even fully empty himself this day.

[Apollymi]

Sounds of passion rang true in the ears of Nerys as well. She took everything in as a sign that things were going the way they should. Satisfaction, grunts, whimpers everything, in perfect harmony. She couldn't tell completely what she liked about this situation, but took the medley of things as what she desired. She'd announced what she thought she was in these moments, what her goals were but it would be a few moments yet before it was obvious how they were taken. Ah, but Jason kept his work up, plunging into her over and over again, before he rewarded her with strange words of understanding. All of her titles were indeed correct, her visage softened just a tad, how strange indeed it was to hear such praise. Oh, but there was more. She was the perfect little slut for Jason?! That word hit her ears, with a strange cadence. It didn't sound derogatory. He wasn't speaking down to her? He was simply... acknowledging her use and skills in this particular venue. He liked that she had this in addition to all the other things she offered!? That's how she'd take it, because that is how it sounded.

Strangely, she wouldn't be able to verbally express her gratitude for this moment because she was pulled again. Jason grabbed her chest in the moment, moving his hands from her rear. He pulled her hair again and aimed to invade Nerys mouth with his tongue this time, when her head turned. She didn't expect this?! She'd assumed this sort of thing wasn't at all what he sought from her, to have him kiss her of his own accord was strangely heartwarming. And she'd been right, even in offering romance there was an edge of aggression, even with compliments came his dirty references for her. She didn't really mind this though... she aimed to please and he was expressing his pleasure with her in these moments. How could she resist? She'd hungrily wrestle that tongue of his, happily accept that slightly rough treatment and appreciate the warm sticky liquids he provided her as he dug into her insides. Her body finally stopped its motions, outwardly at least, but inside her whole body tightened around him and she felt what he poured into her core in great detail. Oh, she'd come to like this about as much as being showered in it. What a strange thing to discover... she might want to do something about that later, lest she have a whole host of children to deal with... or maybe that would be fine too. It could also be noted that he didn't stop moving, did he intend to keep this up? For how long? Nerys was excited by this idea... perhaps the freedom of choice made this more worthwhile than she imagined?

[Bloodedge]

True indeed. Whether Jason himself realized it or not, the fact that Nerys was such a willing participant without oaths or any reason to swear fealty, made her that much more exciting as a concept to the Argonaut. It was such excitement that left him without the need for Phoenix Tears; his erection showed no signs of failing him as his libido strengthened time and time again. Ah, there was that instinct again. Jason was one who would impregnate a woman consciously, without so much as a second thought. Nerys did agree that she was the one he breeds, so it appeared neither end took issue with the Argonaut's repeated emanation... at least at the moment.

There wasn't a pause in sight, bar one thing. Jason's tongue was barbarically assaulting Nerys', thrashing about as if it were meant to do battle. His hands moved once more, one releasing Nerys' hair and taking its place on her hip, while the other slid its way up to her throat. Both grips were quite firm, and their application came in the same moment he retracted his tongue. Seed would be spilled once more, already, while he spoke into the woman's mouth. "I'm gonna gorge my good little whore. You'll cum too. Keep at it 'till it pours out of every hole you've got," he said, offering both proclamation and stipulation. As for how long he intended to keep at this... well, the Argonaut never said words he didn't mean. He was going to have his way until there was literally nothing left─ no remaining space to fill, nothing to expel at all, and so on. . .

[Apollymi]

Willing participant? Nerys found herself being this more than she would have realized. She didn't truly know the reasoning behind this, but... she knew she enjoyed being praised and she knew without question she enjoyed pleasing Jason. Though she wouldn't have looked for a random man to have sex with perhaps simply indulging in this one wasn't too far off from what she could have normally done. There was no reason to add confusion to her list of problems, she liked it... she'd do it, it was simple enough. Such a thought kept her tongue wrestling his as hot breaths escaped her. It fueled her desire to accept his seed deep within her body as often as he'd offer it. It made her moan his name softly as she felt her body convulse around his cock where it was buried.

His hands were moving again... how exciting. One found itself on her throat, and the other rather firmly grabbed her hip. Still she felt no threat from this... when did the fearful Nerys become so trusting of Jason? Well, sometime in the last few days, probably reached comfort levels around the time he didn't turn her over to Kolin's obvious desire to kill her, and crystalized around him not turning her over to her whore kingdom when she left the ship. Without his tongue buried in her mouth he spoke of his intentions for this time period. How exciting. Her whole body was quite a mess already, she'd all but completely relaxed even after having her nether filled with his seed. But that wasn't all he intended. Every hole he claimed, "I'm Jason's good little whore so I'll take that filling as he likes and make sure to cum for him!~" how very strange, she would have thought such a sentence outside of her speech pattern. Maybe Jason's antics simply made her a bit more pliable to such things... and she didn't yet realize it? Or liking to please extended a great deal beyond what she would have thought. "Just be patient with me Master, I've never had every hole filled before♥!~" she offered. A small concession, she wouldn't mind trying, but Nerys still didn't like the idea of pain. Her rear was still uncharted territory. She trust Jason to make this as pleasant an experience as possible for her, and she'd do her best to keep him satisfied. After speaking she licked the side of his face content to carry on in such a way until his desires of the moment were met.

[Bloodedge]

Ah yes, there remained uncharted territory on Nerys' body. Jason was acutely aware of this due to her status a few days ago. She was always so complacent of her own volition, he supposed he could spare the aggression when making use of her final orifice. At least... that could be the case from the beginning. Regardless, he would first finish with other business. The Argonaut had a few more rounds for the sole purpose of inseminating this woman, and then... he'd have his way with her throat for a spell. He didn't plan on leaving a single hole that wasn't overflowing with his seed by the end of this, so of course there were a few expulsions there as well.

Some time later, a few changes of venue had occurred along with some altered positions. Jason was atop that large bed crafted by Nerys herself, simply... waiting. He could remember three days ago, when the mage showed her cowardice by wishing to take that first penetration at her own pace. Now, since she'd requested that he be patient with her during another new experience, he decided to offer the same allowance. He would not move─ he simply sat there patiently. "One left," was all he said, granting Nerys another freedom while also offering a moment of reprieve from... whatever he'd most recently done with her.

[Apollymi]

Oh, so they'd continued. She wondered what he would make of her plea but she supposed it would come up eventually. Until then he made use of her throat and warm nether as much as he liked. And this gained the man more slutty happy behavior from the former court mage. One might have thought this was all part of her plan, but she simply made the most of her experiences. She gagged and choked on his cock and took it in her nether squeezing it for dear life every time she came. Oh, so many changes in position and venue were to follow until of course they were left with that final bit of unmarked territory.

Nerys was leaning against the post of this large bed feeling particularly winded after their most recent bout. In fact her legs were barely working properly after Jason had managed to ravish her so completely. Still she was quite a bit surprised when he took his seat on the bed and spoke of one more. Yes there was one more thing he'd left to penetrate on her body, and though she'd expected it a couple of times before this moment, she was more than a bit surprised that he hadn't taken the liberty already. So, it took her a second to realize exactly what he was offering in the moment. Oh, but that was it wasn't it. She'd taken her first penetration at her own pace without him moving to ensure her comfort during that first scenario they'd taken together. While that seemed like it was quite a while in the past, she was still pleasantly surprised that he'd allow her to do such a thing again.

"Oh? That really works for me... thank you♥~" she managed, a light blush appearing on her face. To be honest she hadn't really expected that level of consideration, when she'd begged for it the first time, it'd been truly fearful as an experience. She slipped around the bed casually, using the post as a pole for a moment before she reached for the next one. She was eventually at the head of the bed, near that shelf she'd put up in her first day here. It was here after all to allow her and anyone else in the same position a bit of reprieve. She'd spent some time developing lube during that first day, and she'd made one for exactly this purpose after figuring out this man had been living on a ship with all men for an extended period of time. This bottle contained a thick jelly like liquid which was slightly warm to the touch which would provide a bit of ease with the stretching while also making the whole experience a bit more pleasant and manageable all around. For control of this situation she needed this and one other thing, "Could you please sit right here~" she mentioned. Yes, in full view of the fire place and mirrors. It would still be a show after all just a different one. Once everything was in place she'd begin pouring that jelly on his member and lining herself up above him again. This time, she'd face away from him... her hips would be allowed to shift gently backward against him, as her asshole met the tip of him and would eventually begin the process of easing itself downward as she shifted her own hips backward using the edge of the bed as leverage to brace herself with. What a strange feeling this was, she'd only get about the tip of him snuggly fit in herself before she gave a bit of pause. This was excruciating but not painful... it just felt like ungodly pressure because of the lube and really hot. The feeling was foreign but not currently painful, so she watched the mirrors for Jason, she wondered what such a tight fit was like for him as well.

[Bloodedge]

Thanks came not as placation, but from a far more legitimate place within the mind of Nerys. Jason didn't understand the reprehension, but he could offer Nerys whatever amount of ease he found reasonable. One could at least fathom that Jason was from a very different era, and the disparities between his and hers were countless in number. His methods had obviously been lost in translation somewhere in time, but that was alright at the day's end. Oh, what was this? Nerys didn't immediately straddle him as expected, but instead took a roundabout path toward the bed's headboard, where some odd bottles were placed on shelves. Jason observed the little movements made around connected poles, until he saw one of those bottles being claimed. What was it for? Surely she didn't intend to wash his hair again. No, no... never was an idea repeated so quickly with this one, if ever at all. The request that he be seated where Nerys was, Jason took by sliding to the other end of the bed. Only then would he discover what that bottle was for. That weird, thick fluid, was going on... his penis? What the hell were these modern humans doing with their lives?

Actually, the more he thought about that warm fluid, the more he considered that it could make some things reminiscent of copulation─ even an otherwise rough hand would be more satisfying! Was that its purpose? Yes. Nerys made use of it immediately as well, though not in any way he would have anticipated. She climbed atop him, but faced away. That fleshy backside was in full view for him to admire as she slowly lowered herself. Oh, now this was strange. A slow insertion was such an entirely foreign concept to Jason, it was almost agony in its own right now, which he could only heave and grunt his way through. His tip was squeezed so solidly, he had the time to feel every tiny movement around the most sensible part of his body─ it was almost too much. Nerys' halted movements should have been a moment of reprieve, but that was not at all the case; it was more like far greater intensity being focused on one point. Jason was actually taken aback, more so than he ever had been in a bedroom scenario. Whatever Nerys felt, he was certainly feeling the other side of that same coin.