A pirates life ~ Closed ~

He continued to eat his meal as the elf spoke, listening to her. He chuckled softly when she talked of being on the sea, shaking his head a little. Finishing his meal as she asked for more mead, he smiled and nodded.

"Yes, you can have more mead. And take my dishes up with you as well."

He slid the dishes over to her, keeping his cup of mead that he was still sipping. He looked around the mess, seeing that most of the rest of the crowd that had been gathered was down to a handful around a single table. They seemed to be busy in a rowdy discussion, so he decided to let them be.

He smiled to his new pet as she came back with a full mug, sitting down once more.

"From what you said about the sea, I take it as your first time being aboard an airship. No, we are actually flying above the sea, up among the clouds. It's not really much faster than a boat on water, but it can be just as rough."

He sipped some more of his mead for a moment.

"And yes, I would be happy to let you go hunting. It would also give the crew a chance to spend some time on land. We have no timetable to keep at this point."

He leaned forward on his elbows, watching her drink her mead.

"I will make one rule for you, but you don't have to start following it till tomorrow morning. I don't mind what you wear, just don't wear any panties. If the female clothes on board don't fit, we will pick you up some."
 
Kyllah did as asked of her taking back all the dishes and when she came back, she had a bigger mug filled to the top with mead. Right now it was working to calm the nerves and it was seriously very delicious. It took quite a bit effort to not drink it down all at once like she wanted to.

A red flush tinted her face once more at realizing she hadn't noticed just how they sailing. With everything else going on in her thoughts, Kyllah seriously hadn't paid attention to such details. Now that she started to think about it more, she hasn't heard the water this whole time, didn't feel the rocking a ship should have. Flying ships were not unheard of, it was the simple fact that she hadn't noticed is what bothered her.

His request only deepened the redness of her cheeks taking a big drink of her mead to try and hide it. Naturally she wanted to object, yet as with her other options, there wasn't much of a choice in the matter. Looking over to the table with some of the crew and noticed they were paying no attention to them. Glancing over to the cook to see him busy as well.

Taking another drink before her hands disappeared under the table. Shifted in her seat a bit and soon placed the blue silk panties on the table. It was clear now that she did have a natural submissive side to her, one that she had hidden.

"With it being so late, it might as well start now.... Master."

Shivered slightly at the feel of cool air hitting a hint of wetness just before she closed her legs tighter. Another thing that she tried to hide with another drink and not looking up.
 
Her blush at Jared's request told him she was very new to her sexuality, but he was sure he would get her used to such things. She seemed to be getting adapted to her new situation quickly, which helped things for him.

He hand finished his drink when she took his request a step further than he thought she would. She was moving around in her seat and then her panties were on the table. He chuckled softly for a moment as he picked the panties up, holding them for a moment before putting them away.

"Well, that wasn't quite what I was expecting, but you are doing well in following orders so far. I hope things aren't too overwhelming for you on your first day."

He hmmed for a moment and then placed his mug near her for a moment.

"Go and get me a refill as well."
 
The mead was starting to hit her a bit more, meant to drink that last mug slow only to fail. She was using it to hide her emotions.... that too was failing.

"Overwhelming or not, I am trying to accept things."

A moment of hesitation before finishing her cup, not really wanting to stand up. Gathered up her courage and took both mugs back for more mead. When she came back she carefully set both mugs down. The effects of the mead was starting to show physically in her careful movements.

"I don't deny that I am scared, that much is obvious and this is a lot to take in for me."

Another hesitation, considering a thought before acting on it. He has been nothing but kind to her and all she's been doing is fighting it all. Finally pulled her seat back to where he was and sat next to him.

"Thank you for being kind to me. I really do appreciate it."

Kyllah wasn't sure how long this kindness would last, for now, she was willing to accept it. Taking another drink of her mead, keeping her legs tightly closed as the little walk created more sensation than she had expected.
 
He watched her as she went to get the mead refilled and returned once more with the filled mugs. Even though she had only had one mug, it was starting to show she was a light weight. He smiled as he took his mug, taking a few sips.

"I find kindness is the way to get things done. I know if someone else had you, things would be much different for you. Your beautiful face wouldn't be touched, but you would probably have several bruises on your beautiful skin, and raped several ties, most likely."

He traced the side of her face with his free hand for a moment, sliding down her slender neck and shoulder.

"Yes, you could become a pure pleasure slave, or a breeder. You would certainly be able to produce lovely off-spring."
 
Kyllah rarely drank and she was remembering why, it made her feel a certain way she didn't like. Making her weaker than she already is. Her Masters touch was making it nearly impossible to keep focus, the soft, deep tone of his voice wasn't any easier.

Taking another drink and trying very hard to not pay attention to how her body was reacting to the touch. The mention of bruises made her look at her wrist, seeing the damage she had caused herself. Imagining what it would look like throughout her body, as he spoke.

Tensed up at the idea of being a breeder, shaking her head no. Her breathing picked up full of panic as the thought played with images.

"No.... No, I don't want to be a breeder..... anything but that... please... no.."

Kyllah manage to keep her voice low, almost whispering her pleading and trying hard to not make a scene.

The images that kept toying with her were getting worse, picturing a life as a breeder, bringing life into this corrupted world. Kyllah almost broke right there, closing her eyes and tried to regain herself.

"I do not wish to bring life into this world. Please, don't make me become a breeder..."

No matter how hard she fought it, the silent tears finally broke through.
 
He nodded gently as he saw her reaction, wrapping one arm around her. He pulled her close as his fingers gently stroked along her side as he spoke softly.

"There, there Kyllah. I won't turn you into a breeder. I won't put you through the misery."

He kissed her forehead lightly for a moment before taking another sip of mead. Keeping her close, he watched the last of the crew get up and leave the mess hall. The cook shuttered the kitchen as well, shutting down for the night.

It had been a long day for him, and probably for her as well. He finished off his mug before standing up from his chair carefully.

"Let's go. It's getting late and we've both had a long day. It's time for bed. You can share my bed as well."
 
Kyllah managed to calm herself down enough to finish the mead, not wanting it to go to waste. Also, she needed it! It was something she hadn't thought about though, it was something she'll need to figure out. With her luck, the spell alone will make it happen anyway.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to get upset like that. I've seen what happens to breeders though. It is something I do not wish to go through."

Kyllah stayed closed to him, almost like he still had the leash on her. The only thing that made her stop with out much hesitation was the sight of the night sky. Being this close to the stars and the moon was the most amazing thing she has ever seen. Found herself walking towards the side of the boat and looking down into darkness. Soon went back to looking up at the stars again. It was as if she had forgotten where she was in that moment, finally finding peace through all the excitement the day had brought.
 
He watched her look over the side of the boat for a moment before he moved up beside her. He took in the night air for a moment, breathing deeply as he closed his eyes. He shivered a little as the cool wind blew over the boat, but he shrugged it off as he opened his eyes once more.

"This is why my crew enjoys the pirate life so much. The open air, the freedom to go where we wish. The airship is like one large moving home, never staying in one place. It may get boring from time to time, but it would be no different than if we were staying someplace on the ground. "

He placed one hand on her lightly as he looked at her for a moment before looking up at the stars.

"It's said that we once had the ability to move up among the stars, but the collapse of society crushed that dreamed. I've heard rumors that such a thing is being tried once more, but I'm not for certain. however, this is a beautiful sight."
 
Kyllah didn't know what to think anymore. The way he spoke of a pirates life pretty much described her own. Having the freedom to go where she wanted. This was different in a way to where she wouldn't have the need to hide anymore.

"Since you have separated me from all my personal belongings... some of which were very important to me. Will I ever be able to have my own personal things again? Things such as a private journal."

For her it wouldn't be a journal of feelings, more like a journal for spells. Since hers was left back in the town, she had to go from memory and some of them were not that easy. Then there was her bow and daggers that were given as a gift, now were lost to most likely raiders at this point. In reality the weapons were no big loss, it was her journal the became the biggest loss.

"When I do go hunting, will I have any restrictions?"

Kyllah didn't bother asking for weapons, it was given that she would need something for hunting. Even if he didn't give her anything, she still had ways of doing things, those spells she got down pretty quickly. Either that or starve, despite having a bow, she rarely used it. Most the spells she was actually getting down fairly well, it was the more complicated ones that backfired.

"Also...."

There was great hesitation, afraid to let him know just yet, in the end he'll figure it out anyway.

"Will I be permitted to keep practicing my magic. I've just begun learning some of the more complicated things. But now that I am to be your slave, what will my restrictions be."

Kyllah knew there had to be more than just the one rule, especially when it came to having weapons and using magic. Things that most would consider a threat and deny slaves from having. Jared so far as been different from what she had expected, still she was sure he'd have some restrictions for her.
 
He was quiet as he listened to her questions, leaning on the railing. He turned around, leaning back against the railing.

"Those are all excellent questions to have. As far as having your own things, that will be fine. I don't mind letting you have a journal, as it would help you allocate the boredom."

He pushed forward from the railing, walking away from her a few feet.

"As I don't want to overwhelm you too much, I shall leave any rules on hunting for when you do go out hunting. The majority of our weapons are kept in the armory, but you may earn the right to wear a sidearm for protection later."

He knew arming slaves was a very odd and frowned upon practice, but trying to survive with only half an armed crew was akin to suicide for pirates. He turned to her for a moment, moving closer to her. He laid one hand on her cheek. As he spoke once more.

"You may continue to practice your magic, but only in the cabin until I say otherwise. No showing off either, I don't want to become a target just yet."

He gave her a little smile for a moment before kissing her forehead lightly.
 
The answers given were enough to make her smile, wasn't quite sure how she was going to practice considering she was moving and not grounded. Kyllah just accepted it as another challenge to face on this 'adventure' of hers.

"Fair enough."

Making another bold move she reached down and took his hand, holding it for a moment before taking the lead back to his cabin. Kyllah wasn't sure if she'll truly sleep or not but it was becoming difficult to stay awake.

"Lets go get some sleep."
 
He chuckled for a moment when she took his hand, stepping away to lead him to his cabin. He let her go for a couple of feet before pulling her back, his free arm wrapping around her slender waist as he held her against him. He whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"Feeling bold now, Kyllah?"

He held before for a moment before he released his grip, pushing her forward to let her take the lead. He followed after her into the cabin, closing the door behind him. Releasing her hand, he moved to the bed, shedding his clothes till he was completely nude. He smiled for a moment before sliding under the cover.

"Sleep however you like. I have no preference on that."
 
Kyllah wasn't even sure how she felt or hell, what she was doing even. She did know that the mead had kicked in and she wasn't nearly as scared as before. It left her a bit breathless feeling him hold her tight, the breath against skin. Part of her melted right there, leaving her wanting and needful. A sensation she really didn't want to have, but couldn't deny it either.

It took her a moment to regain some focus when he pushed her to lead the way.

"I.. I'm just tired is all." Finally stammered out some kind of response.

Once in the room she watched him strip down, trying hard to not stare to much at his naked form. Felt herself blush a bit when she looked away. Normally she does sleep in the nude, for this situation she was uncertain. Hell, she was uncertain if she really wanted to sleep in the same bed with him.

Hesitated a moment before walking to the other side of the bed. At first it seemed like she was going to sleep in her dress. After another moment Kyllah stripped out of it, letting it pool around her feet. A redness tinted her face once more as embarrassment sunk in, unsure of what to do with her hands. Eventually got into bed, slipping under the covers with her back facing him.
 
Jared propped himself up on an elbow as he watched her undress. He thought she just might sleep in her dress, considering how she had been acting. When she did strip completely, he chuckled softly. Her embarrassment only served to make her more appealing. He gave her a it of room, not wishing to push her just yet.

He fell asleep shortly after, muttering a little as he slept. Sometime during the night he had wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close.
 
Not knowing the exact point of when she fell asleep, laid awake for sometime. At one point Kyllah rolled over when realizing he had fallen asleep. Spent sometime watching him sleep, wondering why he was being nice. Wondering when he was going to show his true dark side like most pirates she knew. Jared was different that's for sure, Kyllah couldn't figure out why and it troubled her.

Eventually she did fell to sleep for a few hours at least. Woke up to the sun and sounds of the crew waking up. Even woke up to the feeling of Jared holding her. For a split moment it made her uncomfortable, realizing that it was all real and not a dream. However, she did not freak out enough to move away, or even wake him. Small part of her wanted to be held, slightly enjoyed the feeling it gave. It didn't take much longer for Kyllah to drift off to sleep again once she realized where she was.
 
Jared rolled over on his back a little bit after she had fallen back asleep, his arm coming off of her. He woke up a little bit after sunrise, looking over at Kyllah. He studied her sleeping face for a few moments before slipping from the bed. He had a few things to take care of after breakfast, so he decided to let her sleep for a bit long.

After redressing, he made his way to the mess hall where he grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and an apple. The mess was full of the rest of his crew getting ready to work as well, so he doubted his new slave would have been very comfortable in the crowd. He spotted Eldrae and waved her over to his table for a moment. The elf grinned as she strutted over to his table, placing one hand on the table.

"And how is your pet Captain? As wild in bed as she looked?"

He chuckled softly for a moment, shaking his head.

"I haven't tested her yet. You saw how skittish she was yesterday. Anyways, what's the closest hunting grounds and town in our flight towards Delmore?"

His first mate gave a little smirk at her captain, tapping her chin with her other hand.

"I think there may be a village about a day's flight from our current position, and we are two days from Delmore for our next slave delivery."

The captain smiled and nodded.

"Alright, put together a little hunt party for tomorrow, and we'll take my new slave as well. Just to seem how much she can contribute to the crew."

Eldrae smiled and nodded.

"Of course captain. Leave it to me."

After breakfast, Jared spent the next few hours making sure the slaves to be sold were ready for the auction block.
 
Kyllah heard him leave, laid in bed for a few moments longer wondering if he would come back. After more moments realizing he left her alone, she finally got out of bed. Wasn't ready to go out there, it just sounded to busy for her right now. Kyllah really did hate being shy like she is, needed to figure out how to change her attitude knowing her situation isn't going to get any better. Problem was, she never did trust men in general, even the nice ones like Jared. There was always something up their sleeves. In this case, she knew what Jared wanted.

Kyllah looked at the light blue dress she was wearing yesterday, noticing how dirty it had gotten. The goons and their grubby hands stained it pretty tough with her trying to fight with them, it was also ripped in a few places as well. With a heavy sigh she tossed it into a corner and looked around the room. Not believing he took her around on the ship with that on. Noticing a white shirt in a chair by the window, figuring it was Jareds shirt, hoping he would understand, Kyllah put it on for now. It was a bit too big for her as it slid off one of her shoulders and came about mid thigh.

She grabbed a candle and set it next to the window, lighting it. Figured now was a good time as any to play around, find out what she can do being up in the air. It was simple, nothing drastic and it did take a few tries. Soon the flame of the candle began to take on shapes of various animals doing what animals do. Running, flying, playing around. Kyllah wasn't paying attention to the outside world as she focused on her candle.
 
It was nearly noon when Jared's stomach began growling, to tell him to eat. He figured Kyllah was probably hungry as well. Leaving the slaves in the hands on his crew, he went back to the mess hall. He took time to eat some steak and vegetables before getting some food for his pet. He had a tray made with a bowl of beef stew, a pitcher of mead, and a goblet.

Carrying the tray to the cabin, he opened the door carefully. He paused for moment when he saw Kyllah practicing for a few moments, watching her. He cleared his throat for a moment as he spoke, moving further in. He placed the tray on the bed.

"Here is some food and drink for you."

He raised an eyebrow at her current state of dress and chuckled.

"We are going to be stopping at a village tomorrow, so you can get more suitable clothes and go on a hunt."
 
By the time he had come back, Kyllah was messing around with a cloud she had snagged. Not wanting to waste his candles, having burned the one fairly quickly. They flew passed some clouds, so figured why not. It was just a small one, enough to fool around with, nothing overly impressive. Kyllah hadn't been paying attention to time, lost in her own thoughts. She hadn't even thought about food really till the smell of the stew filled the air.

"I do not know what kind of attitude to have with you. The attitude you wish for me to have."

Spoke softly without looking up to him. Mindlessly toying with the little cloud before letting it disappear out the window.

"I am not a scared and naive little child, though since being on board, that's exactly what I've been. It is a feeling I do not like and it's something that needs to be changed."

Kyllah sat there for a moment, looking out the window thinking some more. Finally stood up moving to the bed, sitting down cross legged on the bed, careful to not spill anything.

"I've been on my own since childhood, I have seen it all."

It's been clear that she has spent all morning thinking and trying to make sense of it all. This situation is like nothing she's ever been faced with and it confuses her.

"Seen things from the sensual love making of lovers all the way down to men raping females to death. With that, I've built my walls with good reason I think."

Took a drink of the mead thinking of how to finish her point in all this.

"It is confusing with you. You take me in as a slave, yet do not treat me as such. Clearly you have given me no reason to fight or be afraid so far."

Hesitated a moment, sipping from the goblet.

"I do not understand what it is you want of me. Do you want me as a lover of sorts, being an independent woman that I am now? A meek and willing slave with no fire and emotionless? It appears so far you don't want me chained to the bed or I would already be there. I can not figure out what attitude I am suppose to have here."

Her tone was calm and soft the entire time she spoke, it also had a hint of the confusion she felt.

"That's another thing.... What do I call you? Master? Captain? Sir?"

It took her a moment or two before starting to eat. Kyllah was hungry, though her insides were all knotted up wondering how he'd respond to everything that was said. Finished off the mead, refilled her cup and began picking at the stew again.

"As far as the clothes. I haven't looked for female clothes, I didn't wish to disrespect you by snooping around. My dress might as well be rags. This shirt was on the chair, I hope you don't mind..."

When the stew was gone, Kyllah got up and put the tray on a table and went back to looking out the window. She was trying to avoid making eye contact with him, not wanting him to see what hid behind her walls. Not wanting him to see into her, afraid he'll start tearing down those walls she spent her life building.

"Thank you for the food."
 
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He leaned back against the wall, folding his arms across his chest. The captain was quiet as he watched and listened to Kyllah speak as she ate her lunch. He just listened to her speak her mind, taking in her words. He knew how she had felt, it had only been a short time since he had taken command of the ship after he had went through a similar situation years before. He was still quiet as he watched her move to the window, mulling over what he wanted to say.

After a few moments he moved from the wall to walk up behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders as he spoke, looking out at the passing clouds.

I understand what you saying and know how you feel. I was taken against my will, but not as a slave. I will tell you later about my own story, but I will focus on your words now."

He was silent for a few moments as his fingers gently kneaded into her shoulders, continuing to speak after a few moments.

"I have no need for a slave who is weak or emotionless, as such would only be a deficient for my crew. No, you are correct in that I was looking for you as a lover, able to have some freedom at the same time. I will not dictate what attitude you must have, that will be yours to determine. I have no desire to treat you as a mere puppet."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head for a moment.

"The life of a pirate is not place for a meek and docile slave. Even the slaves among my crew have a fire of their own, and a bit of respect from my crew at what they do. They have protection and safety here, unlike other places around the world."

He smiled and wrapped an arm around her from behind, holding her close for a moment.

"Does that all answer your question? And you may call me Captain. It's the same as the crew and the slaves."
 
It took a few moments to fully register his answers. They all did make sense to her, a mindless slave is really no good to anyone. It did bring an unexpected smile though, knowing that isn't what he was wanting. What took the most time to register was the part I was looking for you as a lover. It wasn't the answer she had expected.

Then when he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, it caused those feelings from last night resurface. Those unwanted feelings that creep up every time he touches her. Almost as if he has already started picking at the walls.

"Being a ... lover does sound better than being a slave."

Without thinking about it, Kyllah reached back for his other arm, wrapping it around along with his other.

"I..... I come from the far North. From exactly where I do not know. I guess it is where ever this Emperor Ulfngar resides."

Kyllah fell silent for a second before continuing.

"It's all rumors to me. From what I have been told, he is suppose to be my father. My mother was his lover once, till I was born that is. I guess he found me defective or something, disregarded me as his. What became of my mother I will never know."

She didn't know why she was telling him all this, it was something she has never told anyone before. There was just something about the way he held her in that moment that actually brought some kind of comfort.

"One of the servants took me away before my father could do anything to me. I'm sure there are all kinds of rumors of such a story, maybe you've heard a few in your travels. There were plenty of people there that day. The people that raised me for a few years never really talked about it much. I've been pretty much on my own since."

Kyllah found herself relaxed for the first time and surprisingly still in his arms. This was something she never thought she would feel with a man. Nor did she fight it either.

"What is your story?"
 
He was a little surprised when she took his other arm, placing it around her as well. He listened to her as she talked of her past, looking out the window as well. He nodded gently for a moment as she told her story of how she was raised.

"That seems to be the same story I hear of some of the ones who have been captured by my crew, many of them given up without knowing one or both of their parents. Sadly, it is the way of life."

He chuckled softly for a moment as she asked about his story, deciding on what to tell her.

"Well, as I have told you before, this is a generational ship. I was captured as a child, but it was for the purpose of becoming the captain of the ship. A strange tradition, passing on the captain's hat to one captured. However it's all to keep up the facade of being a powerful, and mysterious captain. Part of why the mask."

His fingers gently stroked back and forth over her stomach as he spoke. his fingers moved back and forth over her stomach before running up and down as well, moving down along her waist and up beneath her breasts.
 
"Yes, it is a story of many I suppose. Least you were taken for a purpose. Me, I've just been running. It's all I know how to do.."

Kyllah felt his roaming fingers, feeling where they were roaming. Wasn't sure if she was ready for them to wander around more. Kyllah did have to admit it actually felt good and therefore didn't bother stopping. She was tired of being scared and wanted to change her attitude. Also, knowing why she is here to begin with is something that needs accepting. It will be a challenge for her no matter what, but she won't allow her fear win again.

Her breath quicken a little when the roaming fingers trailed just beneath her breast. Closing her eyes in attempt to just feel what he was doing, trying to relax into the touch.
 
He stopped for a moment, pulling a bit of the shirt material forward with a bit of a chuckle.

"You will need something more than this to wear, and no rags. And having you run around naked would be too distracted to the rest of the crew."

His fingers released the shirt to let it lay back against her. His fingers ran along her stomach once more, gliding lightly up over her breasts. His fingers traced lightly around her nipples for a moment before moving back down along her stomach as he kissed her right shoulder lightly.
 
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