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Captains' Days - Ch. 1
🕑 Added 2023-11-02 01:34:11 +0000 UTCCaptains’ Days
A Modern Mythos on-going story
By Devin McTaggart
Chapter One
“Tommy Clarke, you little bastard, get over here!” a boisterous voice shouted at him from across the crowded bar. Tommy looked up and saw the hulking figure of his friend Alan O’Briain moving towards him, a giant smile on his face. Alan was dressed in the most half-assed attempt at a Sherlock Holmes costume Tommy had ever seen. If it wasn’t for the deerstalker hat, he might’ve just thought Alan had shown up in an ugly jacket and pants. “You’re not even celebrating yet, you little gobshite? You ought to be astonished that you got promoted into being a Captain. I wouldn’t have thought you’d have had the iron stomach for it.”
“Yeah, well, there’s loads of shite you don’t know about me, Alan,” Tommy chuckled, bringing a cup of coffee to his lips, despite the fact that for the better part of the last hour, since the ceremony had wrapped up, people had been trying to push alcohol in his direction. Tommy had shown up in a blue button up shirt with a bright gold badge on it, a good replica for Sean Connery’s outfit in the early 80s sci-fi classic ‘Outland.’ “I made Captain because I’m damn good at what I do, and because I don’t leave messes in me wake.”
“Good enough to overcome the black mark that ol’ Captain Feng’s got for you in his little book of names, even, it seems.”
“Yep, good enough to overcome even that,” Tommy confirmed, even if he was getting damn tired of people asking about that.
“Well then, here’s to you, Tommy Clarke,” Alan said, raising a pint glass he’d hauled over with him. “The youngest wizard to ever hold the rank of Captain of the Wizard’s Green House. May he not also be the youngest to die in said position. Sláinte!”
“Jaysis, Alan, give it a rest, will ya?” Tommy sighed. “There’s bleedin’ seven of us. Odds’re good’n it’ll be someone else before it’ll be me. Besides, I’ve got Grand Captain Feng around to keep tabs on me for a while now.”
The Grand Captain of the Wizard’s Green House, Tony Feng, placed his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, which would’ve normally made him jump a couple of feet into the air. Tony was slight, almost a whisper of a man, thin and reedy, with a gaunt face that looked far younger than it really was, and yet still seemed older than the rest of his body implied it should be. He had this ridiculous tiny, pointy beard that he would occasionally stroke. He was dressed as the fictional detective Charlie Chan. “Despite our differences in the past, Captain Clarke, I respect you well enough to admit you earned your place among our ranks, and I hope that you will take the responsibilities of your new role as seriously as you take your dedication to having a good time.”
“If not moreso, Grand Captain,” Tommy replied with a cheeky smile, and a half-tossed salute.
“Yes. Well. See to it.”
Tommy really wished people would let the one thing go. It wasn’t the one thing he wanted to be best known for. He’d have to make his tenure as a Captain all that more memorable, he realized, if he ever wanted to escape the shadow of that singular moment.
“It’s only about an hour until your Captain’s Day starts, Tommy boy,” Alan chuckled. “You going to make a go for it? Capture yourself a double agent?”
“Now now, Alan,” Tommy smirked. “If I told you, where’d be the fun in that? You know as well as I do that I get carte blanche for imprisonment for the full day, and if I decide to go double hunting, I’m going to come back successful. Haven’t decided if I will yet or not, though.”
“You aren’t going to get many opportunities at this, Tommy boy,” Alan said. “So if you don’t at least try, you’re going to feel like a fool. Besides, you know there’s members from all the other houses in town, eager to get a look at you. There’s got to be someone in there who’ll catch your fancy. I’ve even heard there are a few people practically daring you to make a run at them.”
“People who want you to go after them are probably more trouble than they’re worth, don’t you think, Alan?”
“I think that I’d give my left nut to get the chance to go chasing after whoever I wanted with no consequences, win or lose,” Alan sighed. “Shit, that’s reason enough to go through the hassle of being a captain in the first fucking place.” He looked down at his mostly consumed pint then back up at Tommy. “Tell me you’re at least going to make a go of it. You only get a maximum seven cracks at this, and that’s assuming you’d ever make it to Grand Captain, which we all know you ain’t gonna live long enough to see. So can you promise me you’re going to take a swing at someone tomorrow? At least one swing?”
“I’ll consider it, Tommy. But I think you’ll be happy with how I’m going to spend my day, one way or the other. Just because I might be going on the hunt doesn’t mean I’ll catch anything,” Tommy grinned, finishing up his cup of coffee.
A waiter or page dressed in a tuxedo and a domino mask made his way up to Tommy, a silver platter with a single folded sheet of paper resting atop it. “Message for you, Master Clarke,” the young man said, holding out the tray towards him.
Tommy picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it, finding a playing card inside of it – a Joker, in shades of red. ‘Silversmith,’ Tommy thought to himself, feeling his breath catch in his throat. He looked at the piece of paper and found a very simple note written in elegant script.
Meet me on the roof. ~js
One did not decline an invitation from any member of the Deck, most especially one of the two Jokers, but the Red Joker himself carried with it a special amount of solemnity. The Dragonborn was no one to be trifled with, even with the most planned out care.
The Deck was the club of the 54 most powerful spellcasters in the world (barring the Unbreakable Two, obviously). The only way to get an invitation into The Deck was to kill one of the existing members, something that happened often enough in the long view of things, but not so often in the short view. They were mostly humans, but there was nothing against members of the other Houses joining the Deck.
Silversmith was one of the best-known members of The Deck, even though he’d gone missing for quite a significant amount of time. Regardless of where he’d spent that absence, these days he was back, and doing what he did best – wrangling down errant magic use that threatened to break the Veil and expose their existence to all of humanity. He was ruthless, calculating and efficient. But despite the fact that Tommy knew he should be scared of the man, he wasn’t. If he’d done something to upset Silversmith, Tommy knew he wouldn’t have gotten a note – he would’ve simply disappeared into the night. No, this was something different.
Tommy reached into his pocket, pulled out a tenner and dropped it on the silver tray then made his way over towards the stairs off to the side of the room, ducking out of his own party before heading up the stairs. It was quite a few flights up to the roof, and Tommy found himself halfway up wishing he’d found the elevator instead. Fourteen flights later, however, he finally reached the top of the building, stepping on top of the structure, looking out into the foggy night, the view of downtown San Francisco diffused by the thin wispy clouds that had settled on top of it.
Standing at the edge of the roof was one solitary figure, dressed in a simple black and crimson eastern styled suit, the cuffs and collar the red highlights against the mostly black silk. It was Tommy’s first time meeting Jonas Silversmith, and on first impressions, he didn’t look as scary as he’d expected him to, which only made him twice as nervous. The magicians who put on impressive outwards appearances were generally compensating, and those with the most power often presented with the most meager and humble appearances. Silversmith looked more like a college professor than the deadliest spell combatant ever to have lived. He was a little paunchy, a bit of a beer gut beneath that suit, and his eyes revealed a bit of world-weariness that Tommy wouldn’t have expected. His black hair was thinning on top, starting to reveal a widow’s peak, and his dark eyes were behind a pair of silver, circular wire-rimmed glasses.
As soon as Tommy stepped onto the roof, he felt a gun barrel against his back.
“Hold a moment, Seventh Captain of Wizard’s Green,” Silversmith said from his perch. “My assistant Kelly needs to make sure you aren’t going to do me any harm.”
“Well,” Tommy said with a wry smirk. “I’ve got plenty of weapons on me, m’Lord, so if you’re looking to disarm me, we could be here all night.”
“There’s only a few things she needs to be careful of,” Silversmith said as the young woman stepped around so Tommy could see her. She looked like a buxom goth version of a Barbie doll, her hair done up into a bun, with pink heels that had to add a couple of inches to her height. She held a wicked gleaming Desert Eagle in her right hand.
“He’s clear, Daddy,” Kelly said before strolling over towards the edge of the building, hopping up on it, swinging her legs back and forth playfully. “He wasn’t kidding about having a bunch of weapons on him, either. He’s packing like a dozen different blades and preprepared spells tucked into charms on him.”
“Come over here, Tommy,” Silversmith said to him, as Tommy slowly started to make his way across the cool rooftop. The air of San Francisco in October was frigid, and Tommy hadn’t thought to bring his coat with him, but he knew whatever Silversmith wanted with him, they wouldn’t be long out in the exposed night.
“I haven’t done something wrong, have I, Lord Silversmith?”
Silversmith offered Tommy the most marginal amount of a smile, or at least he thought he did, but it was gone before he could give a second glance to confirm. “Not at all, my boy. I’m actually here to congratulate you. You’re not only the youngest Captain of the Wizard’s Green House, but the youngest Captain ever to be named of any of the seven Wizard Houses ever. It’s quite the remarkable feat, and should be very proud of yourself, although with your lineage, I never doubted it.”
Tommy tensed up, glancing over at the Dragonborn. “You know where I come from?”
“I do.”
“Will you tell me?”
“Alas, I cannot, but the time will come when you learn who your parents are,” Silversmith said. “They had their reasons for not remaining a part of your life, and leaving you in the care of Vastian School, and you thrived there.”
“In spite of never being loved.”
“You’ve always been loved, Thomas,” Silversmith said to him. “They simply can’t be around to show you. It was as much for your protection as it was their own.”
“Mmm.” Tommy said, moving to lift one foot, bending his knee so he could put the sole of his boot on the raised edge of the building. “You know who says things like that? Absentee parents.” Tommy paused for a long moment before looking over at the powerful wizard. “You aren’t my father, are you?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Mmm,” Tommy reiterated. “It might’ve been cool to be the son of the Red Joker, but I suppose you’re right – without any parents, there were no expectations set for me of who or what I might become. I know a lot of teachers at Vastian thought I might become a discoverer, a chaser of the horizons of magic, trying to do new and undiscovered things, but I’ve always been far too practical for that. I didn’t like seeing people hurt, so I employed my skills as a justice, even at a young age. I ensured those bigger, stronger, older, meaner couldn’t take advantage of those younger, smaller, less skilled. That meant I always had to be several steps ahead of what everyone expected of me. I never took offense at that, simply saw it as a challenge, a step needed to be taken.”
“Is that why you put your name forward for consideration as a Captain?”
“I can take it by your tone that you know that I didn’t put it forward but was in fact put forward by several others who thought it a role I should take on,” Tommy said, scratching at one of his brown mutton chops. “I didn’t feel comfortable being up for consideration as I still have much to learn.”
“Despite your feelings regarding the matter, you may end up being one of the most important Captains ever to hold the title.”
Tommy scowled at his elder. “I don’t take kindly to prophecy, Dragonborn,” he said. “It’s nothing but a bunch of hogwash and bullshit. No matter how strong the wizard, the future is unwritten, and the only way to know what will happen is to live it.”
“No one can predict for certain what will happen, but there are paths, options, general directions that things can be seen to be coming. We cannot tell the individual footsteps, but we can spot large changes in the terrain before they’re entirely upon us. And you stand a very good chance of becoming someone who’s going to influence not only your house but all the houses across all the tribes across all the continents. Therefore, I thought it best that I come and size up your intentions on what you will be doing with your new Captainship.”
“I’m not sure I understand the question,” Tommy said, leaning forward, folding his hands atop his knee, looking out into the night.
“Are you going be an activist Captain, working to employ your position to further advance the position of your House among the others, or are you going to be a passive Captain, happy to just get along by going along?”
“Neither. I’ve never been the sort to just roll over and let other people dictate to me how things should be done,” Tommy said. “As a Captain, it’s my job to ensure there’s peace and justice between the seven factions, despite how much it seems like they may all hate one another. But I also don’t believe that any one House or faction should be stronger or more influential than another. I don’t see the benefit of a singular group dictating how all the others should live their lives.”
“Mmmm,” Silversmith said. “It’s easy to hate that which you have chosen not to know. I remember when my heritage was revealed, how poorly The Deck looked upon me, especially as I challenged the previous Red Joker for his place in The Deck. ‘A Dragonborn will have lax in his studies because of his innate gifts,’ they said of me. ‘He is neither human nor dragon, welcome in neither faction. He no more belongs among The Deck than a chimpanzee who had been trained to grind an organ.’ I didn’t listen, of course, and the previous Red Joker posed little of a challenge for my skills.”
“I’m not planning on challenging any member of The Deck any time soon, if that’s what you’re asking, Dragonborn.”
“That isn’t what I’m asking, and I think we both know that, Captain Clarke,” Silversmith said in his dry and almost piercing tone. “What I’m asking is are you planning on taking part in the Captain’s Day hunt permitted by your elevation? They told you the rules, I’m hoping?”
“Everyone this side of the Veil knows about the rules of Captains’ Days, Dragonborn.”
“Quite right,” he said. “Since you’ve been elevated to fill the rank of Seventh Captain of the Wizard’s Green House, you and the other six Green Wizard’s House Captains have twenty-four hours to freely capture anyone from the other factions or tribes to become your double agent. Double agents are, of course, privately registered with the Quiet Council and with The Deck; they cannot be punished for their indiscretions or infidelity to their original allegiance. The Great Game has been going on for centuries now, and the rules will be abided by. Anyone caught and held by you or one of your fellow captains at midnight tomorrow is under your allegiance now and forever more. Most of your fellow Captains have one or two informants they’ve captured on previous Captains’ Days, although I don’t think any of them succeeded on their first go at it. How about you?”
“If I put my mind to it, I can accomplish anything,” Tommy said. “So this I will do. I’m not going to go too out of my way for it, but I’ve been told these Elevation Parties tend to bring out people wanting to dare the system, a load of Icarus children eager to see if they can fly right next to the sun without being burned. And if not, well, I have tomorrow afternoon and evening to see about hunting someone local.”
“Usually your colleagues have targeted someone with some reach or prestige, someone they know can always provide useful information,” Silversmith told him.
“Mmmm,” Tommy agreed. “I know, and more often than not, the double agent has been identified and quickly cut out of the loop for useful and actionable intel, leaving the Captain with a mouth to feed that can’t pull its own weight. Too much planning leaves too long a trail.”
“I’ve heard tell that someone has set their intentions on you, young Captain, that they have machinations of their own they’re hoping to bind you up in.” Silversmith knew far more than he was sharing, Tommy could tell, but he supposed someone with that reliable of a spy network must always feel like everyone was eight or nine steps behind him. “Someone who intends to use your option to snare them as your spy as their opportunity to turn you into their own as well.”
“If that’s true,” Tommy said, stepping back and away from the ledge. “I’ll have to use extra care to ensure my own safety for the next day or two.”
“It’s as part of that as to why I am here, Captain Clarke,” Silversmith said with a slight smile. “I am… loathe to be indebted to anyone, but your father keeps the longest ledger of owed favors of anyone I know and given a chance to lower the amount of my personal red in his book, I will always take it. But, also in typical fashion for your father, I am to provide you with a rather cryptic choice. If you like, I can provide you with a large amount of aid, which will give you a strong and favorable short-term outcome with little-to-no risk. Or, on the other hand, I can provide you with a smaller amount of aid, which will likely assist in a much stronger and more favorable long-term outcome, but with a moderate amount of risk involved in the process. As your father presented it to me, you have an option between ‘the safe way’ and ‘the fun way.’ The choice is entirely yours, naturally.”
“Have you any thoughts on the matter?”
The Red Joker offered him a familiar smile, one very similar to one that Tommy had seen in the mirror most mornings when he’d woken up. It was that of someone enjoying the sport of what they were doing. “I think the safe path is taken by the meek and the paranoid, and that a life lived without adventure is lived twice as long with ten times less enjoyment. That’s no life to me; that is punishment.”
“On this we are in agreement,” Tommy said. “Let’s gamble.”
“Your right hand, please.” Tommy extended his right hand palm up, which the Silversmith took and flipped over, pondering the back of Tommy’s hand for a long moment. “This will sting a bit.” The elder wizard took a single fingertip and began to draw atop the back of Tommy’s right hand, the flesh turning bright orange for a moment where the Silversmith drew upon it. It stung like he was being burned from the inside, but the flesh returned to normal almost as quickly as it had changed and left no scarring or burn marks upon it. “For the next 36 hours, you now bear the Dragonborn’s Shield, albeit not as strong as the one I innately carry with me everywhere I go. You understand?”
“I do,” Tommy replied. “I’m guessing the safer option would have been for the shield to be as strong as your natural one.”
“It would have. Do you feel like you have chosen poorly?”
Tommy grinned. “I feel like I have chosen more interestingly. Good or bad seems immaterial to that based on where I stand.”
Silversmith chuckled, nodding in agreement. “You’re more like your father than I realized. He’ll be proud of you and your choice. But I shouldn’t keep you. It’s almost midnight, which means your hunt starts soon, and there will be plenty of viable targets at the party downstairs. Elevation Parties always do seem to draw the more risk attracted members of the factions out into the light, even if just for a few hours, as if they enjoy the thrill of knowing they could be cornered and captured within moments.”
“Thank you, Lord Silversmith, for delivering the gift from my father, and for offering your council during this moment of my Elevation,” Tommy said, offering the elder wizard a deep bow.
“You’re a Captain now, Tommy, so I think you’ve earned the right to call me Jonas,” Silversmith said to him. “I’ll see you again at the next Captain’s Day for the Wizard’s Green House. It will prove a regular enough time for us to check in with one another.”
“You’re sure I’ll live that long?”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Tommy,” Silversmith said to him. “You’re likely to do important things that people will be talking about for centuries.”
“Again with the prophecy,” Tommy snorted. “Don’t talk to me about prophecy, old man. I don’t want to hear about it.”
“Fair enough, Tommy,” Silversmith said, shaking Tommy’s hand. “I will wish you good luck, though, because we can always use a little more of that in our favor.”
“Good fortune to you also, Dragonborn.” He turned to look over to his assistant Kelly… “And to y—” …only to find that she had disappeared. He glanced back quickly and saw Silversmith had also disappeared as well. It was stylish and impressive. He’d expected no less from the Red Joker.
Tommy headed down the stairs, much easier to walk down than it was to walk up, and as soon as he set foot in the room, he was amazed by how much more packed it was than when he’d left it. The dance floor was flooded by bodies in various costumes, most of which were offering truly scandalous amounts of flesh on display. He’d been amazed at how much people enjoyed putting their bodies on display for Halloween, but it also made for eyefuls of gorgeous women slithering and shaking to an 808-beat hammering out from the PA systems as the DJ kept the tempo kicking.
He wondered how many of the bodies he could see were lures and temptations. Elevation Parties were often seen as a chance for all the older players in the community to come and size up the new Captain, to lay eyes and determine what sort of problems they would have coming up in the near future. He could see each of the seven factions – human wizards, elves, dragons, faerie, werewolves, shades and vampires – represented somewhere either on the dance floor, at the bar or over in the booths. Most of them were from Green Houses, which made sense, as international travel for new Captains was uncommon. That said, he was certain he saw a couple of the Captains of the Vampire’s Blue House sitting over in one of the corners, and he wondered why the South American Vampire House was taking such an interest in him. But then he realized it wasn’t just them. A few booths over, there were members of the Dragon’s Orange House talking with Faerie’s Yellow House as if it was the most normal thing in the world, and the two Houses hadn’t been at each other’s throats just a few short months ago.
Most important, however, was the fact that all the other members of the Wizard’s Green House had left, leaving the entire club to be an open and available hunting ground for Tommy, if he wanted to take advantage of it. Of course, if he picked anyone up from the club right now, it would be in front of everyone, and then everyone would know who not to trust. Which was why Tommy had prepared for this. He lifted his right hand up to be level with his right ear and then snapped his fingers. Then two dozen illusions of him started walking forward one at a time, and somewhere in the middle of them, Tommy stepped into the bar, completely invisible, allowing him to scan over each woman out on the dance floor one at a time.
There were two schools of thought about Plunders, the shorthand term for people who were caught and kept by an eligible Captain during one of their Captain’s Days. The first was that they should only be disposable people, resources to be harvested and cut loose when they were no longer pulling their weight. The other option was that a Captain should only take Plunder they would be willing to keep around when they could no longer pull their weight in terms of intelligence.
One of the Indigo Vampire Captains had tried to Plunder Tommy nearly a decade ago, something that had gone incredibly poorly for the Captain in question. Part of the rules of Captain’s Day was that any Captain on a legitimate hunt wasn’t permitted to be harmed, but there were no rules against escaping, nor announcing and publicizing your escape. The Vampire had captured him while he’d been sleeping and had assumed that Tommy would simply give up and accept his fate. Instead, Tommy had broken free within less than half an hour, with most of the day to spare. Worse still, he’d then talked about how easy it had been to slip captivity. The new Vampire Captain in question, a woman named Mary White, hadn’t lasted long as a Captain – she’d been killed in action less than a year later. Tommy had felt a little sorry about that, but it hadn’t been directly his doing. She’d simply chosen a target beyond what she was capable of and paid the price for it.
He would make no such mistake.
Tommy had been almost tempted not to go chasing anyone during his first Captain’s Day, but the opportunities were so rare that he knew he couldn’t afford to pass one up, even though he hadn’t done any scouting or planning in advance. His decision had been that if an opportunity presented itself, he would succeed at that, but he wouldn’t go out looking for one. He hadn’t realized how many there would be on offer at his Elevation Party, or how many of them would be so appealing. There was a dragon from the Orange House who wore the form of an Asian woman, sleek and slender, dressed in a slip of a dress that coiled around her like a serpent, covering the important bits while showing almost no sign of how the whole thing was held up. If he hadn’t been glancing at auras, he might’ve almost mistaken her for human, but he needed to be on his guard while he was here, otherwise some spellcaster might take a crack at him first. They weren’t allowed to harm him, but the word ‘harm’ was rather a flexible one, depending on who was providing the definition.
Across the room, there were many trying to present themselves as eager or willing targets, although many of them bore levels of security and extra caution all around them. There were even a couple of members of The Deck strolling around, as if daring him to take a shot, to prove he was as foolish as so many members of The Spectrum thought he had to be for his age.
The key was to find just the right opportunity.
He felt someone accidentally back into him as he was turning to look towards the bar as a slender platinum blonde in what could theoretically be called a schoolgirl outfit shifted towards him, even as she felt him pressing forward for a second before pulling back. “Oh, forgive me,” she said, her voice tinged with a Russian accent. “I did not see you there, although I do not mind if you do not.”
Tommy glanced her over and felt his cock surge hard in his pants, surprising even himself. The almost-white blonde look was rarely to his taste, but there was something about this woman that clawed raw sexuality at the back of his skull. The white Oxford top had been cropped, exposing a smooth section of marble colored belly, no belly-ring or piercing to conflict with the image on sale. He thought he glimpsed a bit of crimson lace beneath it, but he couldn’t be sure. The blue and white plaid skirt barely reached down to midthigh, with long white stockings coming up just above her knees. The young woman’s stark blonde mane was held back from her face by a simple hairband, although a couple of locks had gotten loose to frame her impish face. Tommy forced himself to look at her aura and was a little surprised to find she was a member of the Elves’ Orange House. He could see the points of her ears poking through the mane, although it was clear she was going out of her way to keep them mostly concealed. She also wasn’t a Captain, thank god, as Captains hunting Captains added an extra layer of complication to the proceedings.
She leaned her toned ass right back against Tommy’s crotch, looking over her shoulder to smile at him, licking her lips a little bit. “I feel like you’re the man of the hour, and nobody’s properly honoring that. I’d like to, but I have a feeling if I did it properly here, it might cause something of a fuss. My name’s Kaya, by the way.”
This was moving much faster than Tommy had expected, but the lust that was raging through his system seemed to have him moving more quickly than he’d expected himself to. His fingers twitched and the world around them shunted sideways, as the two of them moved from the club to Tommy’s apartment in the Sunset district, a giant ocean view window left mostly uncovered, gazing out into the near void of the night.
Kaya purred a bit and ground her ass more firmly against Tommy’s cock through his pants. “Quite the accomplished magician, aren’t you Tommy?” she giggled, making sure he could feel her almost forcing his shaft to wedge along the groove between her cheeks. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“More than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anything in my entire life,” Tommy said, slightly aware something was slightly off, but unable to clear his head enough to think about it. “Do you want me to fuck you, Kaya?”
She nodded her head eagerly, taking one of his hands and smoothing it along her belly. “I want you to fuck the living shit out of me. I want you to pound my tight young nubile body until you’ve fucking carved the shape of your cock out inside of my snatch, stretched my tiny pussy until its molded in the shape of you. I want you to fuck me until my legs are trembling so hard I can’t stand, until my tongue is hanging out of my mouth, my eyes rolled back in my head, so fuckdrunk on orgasm that I can’t think straight, that I’m nothing more than your fuckslut, covered in your jizz, trembling in excitement, my body completely overloaded on orgasms. I want you to rough me up, dick me down and then pound my cunt so hard that I cum each time you slide into me. Break my mind, Tommy Clarke. Shatter my fucking brains and fuck me until I can’t even lift a fucking finger when you ask if you can collar my soul. Because I want it all. I want to be your whore, daddy. I want to be the best fuck you’ve ever fucking had.”
Even with the alarm bells ringing in his head, the static generated by the lust was enough to block them all out, as he reached up beneath the skirt and found that Kaya wasn’t wearing panties beneath the tartan skirt. More importantly, she was soaking wet, slippery fluid having leaked to the insides of her thighs as she tried to spread her legs wide enough to invite his hand up further. When he plunged two fingers inside of her snatch, she let out the most wanton, eager moan he’d heard, almost shocked by how genuinely desperate it sounded. Whatever rush of blind lust he was caught up in, he clearly wasn’t the only one, as she shoved her hips down, trying to impale her cunt onto his fingers even more.
“Normally I’d offer to suck that dick of yours first,” she whimpered, “but I think we’re both too far past that now, don’t you? Bend me over that countertop of yours and fucking rail me. Fuck me blind, deaf and dumb. Fuck me stupid. Fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me until I’m fucking yours.”
It was only a few steps over to the island that separated the kitchen from the dining room area, and Tommy bent Kaya over it before lifting the skirt and slapping her ass, something that made her giggle and struggle to open her legs wider, as if doing everything she could to beg him to put his cock inside of her, but he enjoyed tormenting her a moment longer, fishing out his dick, dragging the uncut tip of it against her slit for a moment as she started to whimper and beg and plead.
“Give it to me, Tommy. Please Tommy? Fuck me? Fuck me… C’mon, fuck me already…”
When he finally lined up and pushed forward, she practically shoved herself back into him, making him slam nuts deep inside of her on the first thrust, despite how snug as a glove as her cunt was around his cock, the moan from her lips almost sharp enough that he thought maybe she’d cum from his penetration. One of her hands reached back to grab her own ass, moving to pull on her thigh, lifting it up so her leg was laid across the top of the island, a turned L shape, letting him push that little bit deeper inside of her pussy.
“Fuck yeah! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck that tight young elvish pussy. Pound the fuck out of it.”
Tommy couldn’t help himself and decided in his position of power, he could indulge his curiosity for just a moment, reaching a hand forward to drag one of his fingernails along the edge of Kaya’s pointed ear, clawing his nail gently along the flesh up to the point of her ear, feeling her cunt clamp down hard and sudden on his cock as he did, an incredibly high pitched squeal escaping from her lips to cut through the air like a raid siren.
“Oh you fucker, you ruthless motherfucker, nobody touches an elf’s ears but her soulmate, but that’s what you are, aren’t you, Daddy? You’re my fucking man. I’m your baby. I’m your whore. I’m your slut. I’m your perfect little fuckdoll. I’m whatever the fuck you want me to be, because I fucking love you and you fucking love me, now keep on fucking me, you fucker.”
Her words were staggered with gasps, whimpers and whines, her hands clenching hard on her flesh, her eyes struggling to focus, as he started to pound her even harder, making the front of her thigh press tightly against the wood of the island when he railed into her, her skin catching goosebumps now and then as sensations rippled through her body.
“Flip me over, daddy,” she whimpered. “I wanna see your eyes right before I cum, and I wanna show you my face when I do…”
Tommy pulled her off the island and dragged her over to the couch, sliding her off his cock before flipping her over, landing her on her back as she reached down and grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs back to fold herself in half, as he moved to line his cock up again, while she nodded frantically at him, reaching down to tug her shirt and bra up as best as she could, exposing small breasts with pink nipples on them to his view. He thrust his dick back inside of her once more as she gasped for breath, struggling to clear her head but completely unable to.
His hips punched back and forth, pressing into her, as her icy light blue eyes peered up at him, nodding in encouragement, as she began to talk again.
“The minute you blast that fucking load in me, everything changes, Tommy. We’re bound together, you to me, me to you, me your bitch and you my bull, I so fucking want that, I want to feel you blowing my fucking back out like a shotgun, to feel you cumming up inside my cunt so hard I think it’s in my lungs. Do it, Tommy. Take me. Make me. Do it. Fuck me up. Cum in that tight pussy. Nut me up. Fucking flood me! Cum cum cum fucking CUM!”
The last word was howled as it set off the hardest orgasm he’d ever had in his nearly thirty years on the planet, as his balls drew up and began to flood her pussy with so much cum, he could almost feel himself losing a few pounds, his balls nearly deflating they were being drained so well. Not that Kaya was in much better of a place to notice, as her eyes were nothing more than whites, having rolled back as far into her skull as they could, her tongue hanging from mouth like she’d lost control of all of her muscles and everything had just gone dead limp, even as the walls of her cunt continued to pulse and throb around his shaft, milking out that last few drops from his body.
It was nearly ten minutes before either of them could move a muscle or make a sound.
Kaya started giggled and Tommy couldn’t help but laugh with her. When they were finally able to speak, the conversation didn’t go as either of them had anticipated. “You’re going to keep me as Plunder, aren’t you, Captain Clarke?”
“I am,” he said. “Your name isn’t really Kaya, is it?”
“Kaya is my nickname,” she admitted. “My full name is Princess Oksana Sidorov, seventh daughter of the seventh sister of Tsar Peter the Great, forty-ninth in line to the Elvish throne of Avalon.” She gasped suddenly, clamping her hand over her mouth in a moment of shock as Tommy finally had the strength to pull back, sliding from between her legs, their torsos both sticky and gleaming. “I don’t know why I told you that. Were you given any unusual magical safeguards?”
“I was provided with Dragonborn protection, as a gift from my father.”
Kaya swore under her breath in quiet Russian. “Now I understand where that fucklust I felt came from. You reflected my own spell back at me. I wanted to make you lust for me so much that I could convince you to become a double agent against your fellow Wizards.”
“And you were willing to become my Plunder in order to do so?”
“You’re a human, and I enchanted you with a spell that forbids you from lying to me,” she said dismissively.
“Except that it was reflected back at you, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” she said as quietly as possible.
“How long is the spell meant to last?”
“Permanently.”
Tommy chuckled. “So, I can’t lie to you and you can’t lie to me. How about the lust spell?”
“It’s recurring,” she admitted. “It’s designed to make you fuckblind once every few weeks or so, so that I can take advantage of that and get you to tell me wizard’s secrets.”
“But you were still going to provide me elvish secrets as well.”
“The only way this system works is if the factions are working together, and the wizards haven’t captured an elf in decades,” she said. “You need me.”
“And the idea of being unable to lie to me, the idea of going fuckblind every few weeks for me, how does that make you feel?” She slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the words so he stepped over and pulled her hands back. “How does that make you feel?”
“More turned on than I’ve ever felt in my entire fucking life,” she said, starting to tear up a little. “I’ve lived a life in a court full of lies, and to have a man, a partner, a lover whom I cannot lie to, who cannot lie to me, that was not my intention, but it feels like the greatest mistake I’ve ever made.”
Tommy smiled a little bit, leaning down to press his lips to hers in a tender kiss, one he was surprised but delighted to feel her returning in a moment or two. “So, now that you know I can’t lie to you, and you can’t lie to me, ask away,” he told her.
“What are you going to do, knowing that I want to feed information to both sides?”
“Why, I’m going to help you, of course. And we’re going to keep expanding on every Captain’s Day, so you’re going to have to help me line up who’s going to join our little cabal next.”
“Cabal?” she asked him, astonishment in her eyes.
“You’re right, Kaya. The system doesn’t work when things are too out of balance, so eventually we’re just going to have to have one group that makes sure nobody else is out to fuck over anybody else. That means we’re going to need a faerie, a vampire, a werewolf, a dragon and a shade. Think you can handle that?”
“Fuck yes.”
At that moment, the Lucky Sevens were born.
Comments
Graham Cairns
This is an excellent start! Looking forward to more!
Ian B
Lucky Sevens, I like it
KernFlakes
Need More!
Tipp McClure
Nice. I eagerly await the next installment!
Chris Ott
Very well done. Great storytelling as usual!
NEIL DENBOW
Awesome start to a new story. Very excited about where this goes.
SovietDegendays
Bruh please kill me. Every time just banger story after banger. Also I really should start the silversmith stuff.
