Lust at Sea: Disappear
by Cameo Brown
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-899-9
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Lust at Sea
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Copyright ©2008 Cameo Brown
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“We need a permanent crew, perhaps some security officers first,” Seshi offered, pushing herself up on one elbow and nodding toward the black, slimy demon climbing over the railing above their heads.
Widnek followed her gaze and grimaced. “Pierre!” he summoned his first mate.
A tall, attractive man appeared from a wisp of mist, his blue uniform neatly pressed and his dark brown curly hair perfectly coiffed. He grabbed the demon by the throat, preparing to throw it overboard. It gave a hideous yowl and Pierre stopped.
“Oh, Widnek, not Pierre!” Seshi lamented. “He’ll never do for security. He can never decide whether to dispatch the threats or fuck them. Besides, you know what happens when he hears loud noises close by…” she finished, a hint of a smile making her sweet eyes crinkle.
Widnek had to agree. Indeed, Pierre’s face now held a look of longing as he examined the growling, seething creature, and the tent in his pants signaled the demon had awakened some kind of urge in the Frenchman.
Widnek chuckled. While Pierre may have been blessed with otherworldly gifts, the extent of which remained a mystery to Widnek, he still, at his very core, was human, and that human core was all male. To put it bluntly, Pierre would fuck anything that moved.
Widnek rolled away from Seshi and stood next to Pierre.
“Drop it, Pierre!” he commanded, catching the squirming demon just as the startled Pierre collapsed into a pile of bones.
Widnek tossed the screeching monster, a minion of Malia’s no doubt, over the side of the ship. A small splash turned into a hiss and a crackle, and a stream of black smoke told Widnek the salty water had dissolved the demon. He turned his attention to Pierre, whose eyeballs, now rolling around in his fleshless skull, held a look of fear.
“Mon Cap-ee-tan,” Pierre began, his voice contrite, but Widnek interrupted him.
“No worries, my friend, you have other skills we’ll use. For now, get yourself together and go to the bridge to prepare for our maiden voyage.”
“Oui, Cap-ee-tan!” the skull’s jaws responded as a bony hand formed and gave a smart salute. The pile of bones rattled against the wood, shuffling down the deck until Pierre disappeared into a wisp of mist.
Widnek shook his head and turned to Seshi, who now laughed openly. If anything, Widnek knew when he had been bested.
“Any ideas, my lady?” he asked with a bow.
Seshi batted her eyelashes at him, and he noted her stiff nipples pointed in his direction. His cock stiffened in kind.
“What do I get if I’m right, husband?”
“Whatever you want, wife, as ever.”
Seshi motioned for him to sit beside her. Straddling his lap, she pushed him back until he lay flat against the deck. She positioned herself over him and moved his hard length inside her, sliding down and letting him fill her completely. Widnek gasped, the velvety grip on his cock almost too much to bear.
Seshi closed her eyes and slid leisurely up and down, sending sparks through him and bringing every part of him to life. “We have a couple of passengers on this voyage who’d make a fine security team,” she said, straining with the effort to maintain her focus.
Widnek reached up and massaged the sensitive flesh at the sides of her round breasts. Seshi inhaled sharply and continued, speaking faster as if the first inklings of her climax tickled her insides.
“One is a shape-shifting warlock trapped in the dream dimension by Colonia, Malia’s step-sister, and the other is a warrior-witch, a descendant of Gudrun, but she has denied her heritage and never took her training.”
With no control left, Widnek thrust himself upward, pushing his engorged cock deep inside Seshi as she rocked against his hips. It took only seconds before she came with a scream, and Widnek let himself go just after.
Their passion fed yet again, Seshi slid to Widnek’s side and yawned. Widnek couldn’t blame her. It had been a long day, and four orgasms usually required a little nap at some point.
The Wind dried the sweat on their bodies and carried the scent of their lovemaking out to sea, where it must have tickled Malia’s nose and aggravated her even more.
The ship lurched as Widnek wrapped himself around his woman. He worried not, for as amorous as Pierre could be, he was one of the finest sailors on the ocean of time in equal measure, and a fantastic third-in-command. He could hold them on course through the worst of storms.
Something did nag at Widnek, though.
“Wife,” he said, nibbling Seshi’s ear.
“Yes, love?” she murmured, cuddling into his embrace and pressing her shapely ass against him.
“The two you’ve chosen to lead our security team -- don’t you think there might be a problem with their… situations?” he said, careful to not let his burgeoning doubt show.
A tiny laugh escaped Seshi. “No, their situations are of no consequence at all, Widnek,” she reassured him, her voice light and convincing. “As you know, true passion can resolve anything.”
Widnek relaxed. He knew Seshi was always right. However, just as he was about to doze, she spoke again, and this time, her words left him anything but relaxed.
“The only problem is that one of them has to die.”