“Shhh,” she heard someone whisper in her ear.

“Wha-” she started to say.

“Quiet, little one,” the voice, a woman’s, with a hint of Athkatla on it. “Now come with me.”

Aerie sat up slowly, clutching the sheets to her chest as she looked at the shadowy figure by her bunk. The woman was dressed as one of Saemon’s sailors, her tight breeches and blouse showing her figure in the moonlight. Aerie looked down as the woman offered her hand.

“Where are we going?” Aerie's whispered as she took the woman’s hand and slid out of bed, catching her robe from its hook on the end of the top bunk.

“No questions yet, little one,” the woman said.

“I’m not just going to wander off with you because you say so!” Aerie hissed before she glanced back at Viconia’s sleeping form and blushed. She didn’t want to wake the drow woman. She had been so mean the last time that had happened. And I just wanted to talk, Aerie thought to herself.

“You wanted to know what it was like to be a sailor, hmm?” the woman said as she stepped out into the hall. “I’m going to show you.”

“I-I guess,” Aerie said as she slipped her robe on over her diaphanous nightgown and padded after the woman. The woman led her down the hall and then deeper into the ship’s hold. Aerie clutched her robe around her as she looked around, wondering how the woman could see without an elf’s night vision.

“Here we are, little one,” the woman said as they reached the prow of the ship and a clearing in between the crates and barrels. “Let me light this-” Aerie blinked as the woman lit a lamp and hung it from a hook in the ceiling. Aerie could see that the crates had been cleared away to form an private little space out of sight from the rest of the hold. Apparently it had been used before, there were several stoppered bottles lying around as well as a large mattress.

“Where are we?” Aerie said as she looked at the woman’s face. “And, I don’t think I know your name.”

“I’m Elara,” the woman said as she stepped closer to Aerie and ran a hand through her thick brown hair. “You asked me yesterday how being a sailor was.”

“Oh, yes, I’m sorry, I didn’t know your name,” Aerie said with a hesitant smile. Elara was getting awfully close.

“And here I am to show you,” Elara said as she moved even closer and placed one hand on Aerie’s shoulder. “Now give me a kiss.”

“W-what?” Aerie cried out as she backed away and thumped into a stack of crates. “What do you mean? What does that have to do with being a sailor?”

“You have to do that when you become a sailor,” Elara said as she stepped close to Aerie and placed her hands on the crates behind Aerie, trapping the elf woman. “You have to give the person teaching you a kiss.”

“You do?” Aerie said. Had she fouled things up already by not listening to the woman’s orders? “But, I just wanted to know what it was like.”

“And I’m showing you,” Elara said as her right hand lightly caressed Aerie’s cheek. The elf woman pulled away and tried to duck under the woman’s arm, only to be grabbed around the waist and pulled close to Elara. “We can do this nicely,” Elara whispered into Aerie’s ear as her hands slid up and down Aerie’s stomach. “Or we can do this...not so nicely.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Aerie cried out as she struggled in the woman’s arms. “Please, I’m sorry! Let me go!” She cried out again as Elara’s hands surged up her body and cupped her breasts, giving them a rough squeeze as the sailor licked up Aerie’s neck. “Let me go!” Aerie yelled again as she struggled against the woman. She was about to command the woman, a simple spell that would make her let go, when Elara covered her mouth and shoved her up against the crates, knocking the breath from her.

“Bad girl, bad girl,” Elara hissed into Aerie’s ear. “Magic is not playing fairly.” Aerie felt tears rising in her eyes as Elara pulled out a strip of cloth and roughly gagged her. “There now, no more cheating from you,” Elara said as she spun Aerie around and pinned the girl’s wrists above her head.

Aerie shook her head and tried to kick the woman. Elara easily blocked the clumsy move and roughly squeezed Aerie’s breast through her robe, making the elf girl cry out into her gag. “Very nice,” Elara whispered as she brought Aerie’s hands down and tied them with another length of cloth. “We’ll have lots of fun with you, little one,”
Elara said in a breathy voice as she pressed her body against Aerie’s. “Maybe,” Elara said as she licked Aerie’s neck and nipped lightly, making Aerie jerk with surprise,
“maybe after we deliver your friends to the island, maybe we’ll let you stay aboard.” Elara kissed Aerie’s cheek and slid her hands down the elf’s back to cup her bottom. “Would you like that?”

Aerie shook her head furiously and tried to pull away as Elara dragged her over to the mattress and shoved her down onto her back. Aerie shrank back in terror as Elara pulled off her blouse and threw it to the side. The woman’s breasts were large and her nipples were stiff already. Aerie tried to wiggle away, only to be stopped as Elara stepped on her stomach with one bare foot.

“The more you struggle, little one,” Elara said as she leaned over Aerie, “the more pain you will cause yourself. Do you like pain?” Aerie shook her head again. “Then stay where you are, cooperate, and be a good little elf.” Aerie nodded and sobbed to herself as Elara removed her foot and began to peel her breeches off. Aerie closed her eyes and turned her head when she saw that the woman wore nothing beneath them.

Aerie’s golden hair gleamed softly in the lamp light as Elara knelt by her and ran a finger down the girl’s cheek, already damp with tears. Aerie froze as she felt the human woman’s tongue licking at her tears and sobbed again when she felt hands groping her breasts. It was too much like the circus, too much like when Uncle Quayle wasn’t there. She’d try to perform her magic for the audience, but the men, the men would ignore her tricks and stare at her. They’d stare and then they’d grab for her, trying to touch her the same way that this woman was touching her.

Elara smiled as the elf girl broke into fresh tears and sniffled. It was delicious. When Saemon had captured a Waterdhavian lady for ransom, she had taken much longer to cry when Elara had taken her.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Elara said in a husky voice as she pulled open Aerie’s robe and pushed up the hem of her nightgown. “Oh so pretty,” she murmured as she leered at Aerie’s bared legs. Elara leaned down, her bottom in the air, and began to kiss Aerie’s slim, shapely legs. She relished how the elf girl tried to pull away, only to hesitate and give in to fear. “You are a good girl,” Elara said between soft kisses as she nibbled at the inside of Aerie’s knee. “Very good.”

Aerie sobbed again and covered her face with her bound hands. For a moment she thought about pulling her gag out and calling for help, but she wondered if anyone would hear. And if no one heard, what would his horrible woman do to her?

Elara smiled as Aerie covered her face. She could tell from the tautness of the girl’s muscles, the way she shivered with each touch, that the elf was terrified. That was good, fear added spice to the slow, delicious, ravishing that she had planned.

“Spread your legs for me, little one,” Elara said as she crouched on her hands and knees over Aerie. The elf girl slowly obeyed, her thighs parting just enough for Elara to see the neat bush of golden hair. “Very good,” Elara said as she pushed Aerie’s nightgown up further until it was bunched around her waist, exposing her to Elara’s greedy eyes. “Do you spread your legs often?” Elara said as she kissed Aerie’s stomach. Aerie flinched from the touch and gave a muffled gasp through her gag. “Do you?”

Aerie shook her head furiously, her hands still covering her face. Elara smiled and kissed the inside of Aerie’s thigh. The elf girl’s body jerked at the touch and Elara could hear her sobbing quietly.

“Don’t worry, little one,” Elara said as she licked Aerie’s thigh and lightly nipped at the silky skin of her inner thigh. “This won’t hurt, you may even enjoy it.” With that she slowly bent her head, inhaling the sweet fragrance of Aerie’s quim, and dipped her head down to sample Aerie.

Aerie cried out into her gag, more tears running down her face, as she felt the horrible woman licking at her. Her thighs trembled and she longed to jump up and flee, but she knew that Elara would catch her. She groaned as she felt Elara’s fingers tracing along her quim, teasing her relentlessly. She sobbed again as she felt her own juices flowing to Elara’s touch. Each light touch of Elara’s tongue on her clit made her arch her back and gasp for air. Horrible, horrible, Aerie thought to herself as she her hands fell over her head to clutch at the mattress. Horrible, horrible, she thought to herself as she tossed her head from side to side. Horrible, horrible, she thought to herself as Elara’s tongue darted into her quim and lapped at her clit.

Elara lost herself as she continued to lick at Aerie’s quim. The girl’s juices were sweeter than Evermead and made her head spin with pleasure. Each taste was worth all the risk she had gone through by sneaking into the girl’s quarters. Greed and desire battled for dominance as she debated whether to keep tasting this girl or to pull her gag out and force the elf’s tongue into her.

Elara was panting for breath, her breasts heaving as she rose for air and pushed her fingers deep into Aerie. She delighted at seeing the elf girl’s face scrunch up in pleasure and humiliation and laughed softly as Aerie clawed at the mattress above her head.

Aerie gasped as she felt the human woman’s fingers pushed slowly into her and then just as slowly out. Her heels dug into the mattress with each stroke and she could hear herself moaning pitifully behind her gag. She wanted to scream in pleasure, but she couldn’t let that happen, couldn’t give in to the horrible woman who had kidnapped her and dragged her to this deserted section of the ship.

But even as she fought to keep from giving in, Aerie felt her juices flowing ever more freely to coat Elara’s thrusting fingers. Her hips bucked upwards against Elara’s fingers, trying to drive them ever more deeply within her. Aerie’s eyes fluttered as she looked upwards, the lamp filling her spinning vision as she moaned and sobbed into her gag. She barely noticed as her nightgown was pushed above her breasts and Elara’s warm mouth clamped down onto her breasts, licking and suckling with an almost vicious force.

Elara bit down as she suckled Aerie’s breasts with enough force to leave red marks on the girl’s creamy golden skin. As she sucked hungrily on the elf’s breasts, her teeth scraping over the girl’s nipples, she ground her quim against Aerie’s thigh, desperately seeking some release as she continued to pound her fingers in and out of the elf’s quim. Elara felt herself losing control of her desire as she rubbed her cheek against Aerie’s breasts and then moved to suck as much of the sweet flesh into her mouth as possible. As she sucked, she looked up to see Aerie’s face flushed and damp with tears and sweat.

The elf girl was obviously as near her release as she was and desperately seeking it as well. Elara groaned into Aerie’s breasts as she lifted her body off Aerie’s, both of them gleaming with sweat in the lamplight, and reached back to force Aerie’s thigh against her quim. Elara cried out hoarsely as she ground herself against Aerie and drove her fingers as deep as she could into the twisting and bucking elf girl. Passion winning out over reason, Elara reached up and pulled the gag from Aerie’s mouth before diving forward and pressing their gasping mouths together.

Aerie was whimpering in time to the thrusts of Elara’s fingers as she felt the woman grinding against her thigh. Almost without thinking, she let the woman pull her thigh against her and then began to grind back, her thigh moving in time with Elara’s hips. Aerie was gasping for air as she felt her gag pulled free, any thought of calling out for help gone as Elara’s mouth pressed against her’s. Their tongues danced and fought together as Aerie began to cry out, her bound hands wrapping around Elara’s neck as she thrust her hips up off the mattress and onto the woman’s fingers. As their mouth’s parted and Aerie’s half-lidded eyes looked up at Elara’s sweating face, she came, her mouth open in a wide ‘o’ as she jerked her hips up once, twice, and a third time before falling back onto the mattress.

Elara gasped in long, hard inhalations as she felt the elf girl shuddering and crying out beneath her. The elven girl was crying as she screamed and sobbed in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut as she writhed on the mattress. Elara continued to grind herself against Aerie’s thigh, feeling the elf girl pressing back with the motion of her hips until Elara arched her back over Aerie and screamed out her own climax.

Elara’s fingers slowly pulled out of Aerie’s trembling quim as she lowered herself onto the elf girl and kissed her cheek softly. She brought her fingers up, dripping with Aerie’s juices, and licked them before pressing them into the elf’s mouth. Elara watched in a daze as Aerie sucked her fingers clean and let her head fall back against the mattress. Entwined on the mattress, their bodies covered with sweat and gleaming in the lamplight, Elara slowly rolled off of the elf girl and stretched out beside her, sleep claiming them both.