A loud pop followed by a sudden rush shatters the silence of the island, as a blast of purple energy pops from the center of a stone archway and extends out, filling the doorway as a large protruding shape punches out of the original location and quickly expands. The motion of the purple veil slows until the violet energy fills the arch completely, and then it lurches forward with sudden speed.
The energy draws back off the shape like a snakeskin, and the front of a thin ship pushes into the open air. The purple energy curtain pulls back into the archway completely as the rest of the ship appears, and dark-shrouded figures begin to walk through the archway as well, carrying the weight of the ship on their shoulders.
The darkened visages have a skin of a pale yellow, and eyes that shed a magical blue glow into the night. They have builds of all types and move with a lurching certainty as they carry the ship forward. The bottom of the ship scrapes against the altar as the ghoulish men and women carry their burden away from the altar.
A few seconds after the ghouls finish pulling the back of the fifty-foot long ship out of the stone arch, they are followed by three figures dressed in loose-fitting black silks. One, a thinly-built man with a concealing mask and veil covering his head, walks in front of the other two, his footsteps silent against the progressing thudding sounded off by the ghouls’ heavy feet. Two gently curved blades hang from a sash which holds the silks which robe him tight at his waist. The other two walk in step behind him, their manes – the color of dried blood – ruffled by the energy curtain.
One of the pair is a large man, easily six-and-a-half-feet tall, with broad shoulders and with heavy muscles outlining his frame. His hair falls in two layers, one ending at his large rounded ears, and the other waving to the base of his neck. No weapons hang in the sash at his side. His counterpart is a woman of average height, with a voluptuous build and long, thin hair that reaches down to the middle of her back. She moves with a practiced grace that carries her along the ground as if she floated along water. Several different weapons are carried on her body, ranging from throwing daggers and shuriken to a short sword and crossbow.
She whispers something to the man beside her, and he bares his teeth in a hideous grin which exposes two fanglike canines in the middle of a dangerous maw, the teeth as white as the pale skin which covers both of the pairs’ faces. The two watch as the first follows the ghouls to the shore, where they lower the boat into the water before clawing their way over the side. He turns around and waits for his companions as the ghouls lower a boarding ramp to the shore.
The curtain fluctuates again with a crackle as a curved sword pierces through it, followed by a man in black, spiked armor, holding the katana in front of him in his left hand and distractedly stroking the scales of the dragon etched onto the hilt with his thumb, swallowing the base of the blade. Blood-red liquid flies out of the portal and through the air in multiple streams, reaching the tip of the sword, and traveling up its blade to the hilt. Whenever a drop reaches the dragon’s mouth, it disappears and the dragon’s diamond eyes flash red, as the man’s eyes narrow slightly with pleasure. The end of one of the streams is swallowed by the dragon, and the man lets out a slight groan, low and in the back of his throat. The man’s scalp exudes a constant stream of red, drops of liquid falling to the ground as they trickle off the end of his braid, which reaches almost to his ankles.
A bloody hand reaches through the base of the portal and begins to scrape at the ground, clawing to pull itself through. Absent-mindedly the man waves his right hand backwards at the portal. A rune on the back of his hand made up of a single straight line flashes blue, and the energy curtain draws back in from the outer edges of the arch, making a loud sucking noise before disappearing entirely from view. The streams of liquid are cut off as well, and the remains travel up to the sword to be devoured. The man gives out a little sigh as his sword drinks the last of the liquid. He pulls his right hand to his face, sliding its three-inch long claws which serve as nails under the partial mask which covers most of his nose and cheeks, and the entirety of his mouth, chin and neck.
The two waiting by the portal close their eyes and bow their heads in deference to the armored man, and he sheaths his sword at his side while walking between them. He brushes a hand delicately along each of their hips as he passes, and they shiver for a moment as pleasure washes over them. A sultry, confident voice escapes from his lips, “Come… our future awaits us here.”
The two figures smile at each other and nod before following the armored man in striding to the boat. He strides up the waiting boarding ramp, ignoring the man waiting beside it and gliding up the ramp, each step a powerful, deliberate placement of one foot exactly in front of the other. As he steps foot directly onto the ship, each ghoul begins moving with purpose. One strides to the navigation wheel at the stern of the ship, while another moves to man the crow’s nest above the middle of the boat. Two more wait by the boarding ramp expectantly. The rest of the ghouls pick oars from a rack in the middle of the boat and stand near the sides of the deck, prepared to row.
The armored man strides to the stern of the boat and leans down toward the veiled man still on the shore, “Daylight approaches. We must make haste.” The veiled figure nods curtly and climbs up the boarding ramp, heading to the metallic trap door which leads below deck, where the other two black-clad figures have already gone. As the man leaps down below, the armored man sits on a padded bench on the stern and waves at the ghouls. In one united motion, they drop their oars to the water and the boat lurches forward, lumbering on the water as the ghouls had on the land. The man smiles and relaxes back into the bench, pulling both legs up onto it and lounging, “One step closer to my goals.” He throws back his head and releases a hearty chuckle into the pre-dawn sky. He drops his head back down several moments later, a wide grin baring his long teeth and his eyes narrowed to fine lines below his brow. He strokes the fangs of the dragon on his sword with his thumb, “Many more steps lie ahead.” He sits for a while staring at the sea in front of his ship silently as the oars crash noisily against the water, splish-swoosh, splish-swoosh.
After several minutes, his eyes drift off away from the horizon to the trap door near the bow of the ship. His eyes narrow at the corners and his cheeks lift, shifting the mask on his face, and he rises from his seat and heads below deck.
* * *
The belly of the ship is illuminated by hanging baskets of luminous green moss. The green glow adds a gentle touch to the steel construction of the ship’s interior, softening the metallic starkness of the framework. The room is lavishly furnished, with an oaken armoire, a full-length gilded mirror, a dressing table, and a seven-foot wide bed all the way against the stern wall. There is a vertical ladder which reaches up to the trapdoor near the bow of the ship, and another trapdoor, this one made of thick glass with steel framework, which opens out into the deep sea below. A rich, red carpet covers the floor, and the veiled man watches as his boots sink into it a full inch with each step he takes towards the two figures curled up on the bed at the stern end of the chamber. The bed is covered with a blanket of a deep, jewel-toned red, and with the black silks which had once adorned the bodies of the two blood-haired persons moving atop the mattress. A moan escapes the lips of the red-headed woman as she rides the man beneath her, a crimson stain clearly visible on their flesh all around where their bodies meet. The veiled man looks up and takes in the sight of the pale-skinned lovers for a moment, before blinking, turning to the boat’s port side, and moving to lean against the wall there. The man’s eyes narrow to thin lines above his mask, as he pointedly stares into the starboard wall.
The port wall creaks loudly as the weight settles against it.
The movement of the two figures ceases momentarily, and the girl turns her body to an angle to look over at the veiled man, her body perched so that the penis of the man is barely resting inside of her. The shaft beneath her is coated with wet blood. She smiles while narrowing her eyes a shade at the corners. She pulls one of her hands off of the body of the man below her and brings its wrist to her lips. She opens her lips and her tongue darts along her wrist and hand as she lowers her fingers down her face, neck, and chest to cup her left breast, all the while continuing to stare at the man by the wall. With a twist of her hips, she drops her weight back down onto the bloody shaft of the man below her, eliciting a groan from him, and giving out a little noise of contentment herself.
The red-headed man gives out a low growl and throws her off of him, to his right. She looks up at him expectantly as he comes up to his knees and descends upon her, shoving his full length into her with one stroke. She gives out a high-pitched cry and wraps her legs around his waist, holding him fully inside of her as she lets her head roll back in a wide-toothed grin. The man atop her gives her an admiring glance and reaches out his right hand to caress down from her left shoulder onto her breast, where he pauses and looks up at the man against the wall. “Come, brother!” His voice is a sweet, low rumbling, like a purring mountain lion, gnawing on its prey. “Surely you cannot just stand and watch – join us!”
A throaty and scratchy tenor barely escapes from the mask and veil, audible only between the beating of the oars against the sea outside the chamber. “I... am not... your... brother...” A string of rasping coughs escapes from the man, and he leans forward incrementally, clutching at his throat under the long mask.
The blood-haired man sniggers on the bed and reaches behind him to unhook the ankles holding him pinned to the woman below him. He grasps them firmly and pulls himself free, leaning back and repositioning so that he is laying sideways on the bed, one knee cocked into the air and his stiff, red erection pointing straight at the coughing man.
The woman beside him gives out a little sigh and then sits up and settles her weight on her heels, with her legs curled beneath her as she also stares at the now-recovering man. She reaches her left hand out absently to stroke the engorged member beside her, and reaches the other between her legs, pulling apart her labia with her index and ring finger, and stroking along her bloody vagina with her middle digit. A soft, sultry alto dances across the air when she opens her mouth, “You sure fooled us then, I must say.” Her eyes glint under the tangled mop of her hair, and she flings her head down and out to flip the blood-red strands out of her face. “Here, this whole time, I thought that you and Cayne were brothers!” She drops her jaw open and a malevolent chuckle escapes from her throat. She recovers herself quickly and stares the veiled man straight in the eye, “Well, if you’re not related, then there’s no harm in you joining us – my body aches to be known by two masculine creatures at once – that is, if you think you’re man enough to handle me!” Her eyes glint more in the mosslight as she continues to run her fingers along her vagina and Cayne’s phallus.
Cayne growls low in his throat again and closes his eyes, moaning as he thrusts into the woman’s hand, “Yes, come over here and join us... There is no sense for us in denying the pleasures of the flesh.” He opens his eyes again and smiles at the man leaning against the wall. The redhead reaches out a hand and beckons.
“You... disgust me.”
A loud thud cracks through the silence between two beats of the oars, and the three turn their eyes towards the open hatch, where the armored man has just fallen down from above, his heavy metal boots clanging against the chain linked to the trapdoor on the way down. His long braid falls down behind him and slaps against the back of his calves as he reaches up and grabs the chain to pull the trapdoor shut. The dawnlight shuts out of the chamber with a phwoosh, clank as the rubber seal around the trapdoor locks into place with the metal fittings. The armored man pulls a heel behind him and pivots on his other before walking over to the veiled man. “Such harsh words...” the slow seductive voice purrs out as the armored man reaches a claw up to lift the veiled man’s chin, “... for family...”
The veiled man turns his head away, and the silk mask which adorns his face rips slightly on the other man’s claw. He faces his body towards the bow of the ship and walks over to the ladder below the trapdoor, reaching a hand out to lean his weight forward against one of the bars. His fist tightens on the bar as his finely-tuned ears pick up the wet slipping of a finger along skin and another of the guttural groans let out by the man on the bed. A plated arm reaches around his left side and softly grasps his right wrist, the thumb of the hand playing along the underside of his wrist.
“Now, now... there’s no need to be... anti-social,” the purr reaches into his ear, a warm soft breeze playing against his veil and penetrating the cloth to tease his earlobe, as the hand on his wrist firmly pulls his own hand away from the bar. He does not resist the motion, allowing his arm to be pulled slowly to his chest. His arms betray a single shiver, and the man behind him gives a low laugh, “That’s better. We’re all going to be sharing these accommodations for some time – so I would think it best if we all... got along.”
The veiled man nods.
“And in the interest of... getting along–” the armored man traces a line down to the veiled man’s left inner thigh – another tell-tale shiver escapes the veiled man. The hand plays along his thigh for a few seconds, and then travels up to his groin, teasing around the area between his legs before cupping it, firmly. “Hmm... You’re excited–” a self-satisfied smirk creeps into the voice, “I thought you might be.” The dominating man maintains his grip on the other’s groin and pulls his other arm around the man’s chest to pull him close into an embrace. A soft hiss escapes the veil as the wicked spikes on the heavier-set man’s armor begin to pierce the flesh of the veiled man, but he does not fight the movement, instead relaxing into the armored man’s grip.
The heavier man smiles and removes his grip from the other man’s groin, pulling his hand up to his neck to pull the veil over to one side of his slender neck, and exposing the pallid skin underneath. A few strands of long blood-red hair fall out of the veil as he pulls it over, and they dance across the veiled man’s skin, caught in the heavier man’s breath. The dominator leans his head down and forward, pressing his lips firmly to the other man’s neck.
A rasping sound between a sigh and a whimper breathes out into the chamber.
“Hmm... that’s right,” the armored man wraps both arms tight around the smaller man’s waist, “But not quite where I want you.” One side of his mouth tilts up in a smirk as he hoists the other man into the air and spins him around to face the bed on the stern end of the boat. He holds him close in one hand and gestures with the other towards the white-skinned pair sitting on the bed watching. Cayne is lying against a cushion at the head of the bed, pressed up against the back of the boat. The red-headed woman is lying atop him, her face pressed into his groin, her tongue licking the skin at the base of the shaft within her mouth. Cayne has one arm placed between her legs, and two of his fingers are visible laying atop her round hindquarters. Both have their eyes guided toward the two men at the bow end of the ship. Cayne smiles at the veiled man and raises his free hand in a wave.
The veiled man looks away and narrows his eyes. A low laugh drifts past his ears, coming from behind him, “On your knees.” The heavier man holds him steady at the waist and bends forward, forcing him lower. He places his left hand on the smaller man’s shoulder and pushes down while standing back up. A soft, wet pop, followed by a squish drifts through the air as the spikes of the heavier man’s armor pop out of the lighter man’s flesh. A choked gasp makes its way out of the veiled man’s throat as he falls to the ground, pushed by the heavier man’s hand.
He lands on his hands and knees and shudders on the ground, letting his head hang as liquid flows down his side. A dark chuckle reaches his ears from above and he tightens his hands into fists and gives one final shudder before stopping. Two powerful shoves from the heavier man’s feet force his ankles apart. The sound of splitting wood cracks through the chamber as the armored man kneels, letting his spiked knee-pads sink into the floor. He places two powerful hands on the sash holding the silks in place on the lighter man’s body. He slips the fingers of his right hand under the sash and lifts, pulling out the twin scabbards and tossing them towards the side of the boat. He pulls the sash down to the lighter man’s knees and runs his hands under the hem of the tunic that was being held in place by the sash. He runs his hands up the lighter man’s sides, letting the tunic ride up with them. A purr-like hum rumbles out of the large man’s throat as his thumbs brush up against the twin wounds just below the backside of the veiled man’s ribs, oozing a thick bloody substance as the walls of the wounds slowly ease together. The armored man unfastens his pants, letting the upper hem fall to his mid thighs. His erection points straight toward the man in front of him, and he reaches forward to slide the other man’s pants down as well.
The pants slide down, as the heavier man pulls the hem just below the submissive man’s sphincter. The veiled man turns his head and looks behind him to the other man’s erection. The armored man narrows his eyes and growls quickly, reaching forward with his right hand to the nape of the other man’s head, grabbing through the veil to grip the hair underneath. He yanks the man’s head up and points it towards the bed, “Your brother and Marel are watching us... I want you to watch them.” He lets go and the man’s head drops down to face the floor.
The veiled man pulls his head back up and faces towards the bed, where Cayne is now pounding his hips against Marel’s thighs with a slow pulsing rhythm. Marel turns her head between thrusts, blood-red hair falling in locks around her face as she glances, thin-lipped at the armored and veiled men at the other end of the chamber. “As you wish... Shino,” the rasping ends with a cough, and the veiled man’s head drops as his shoulders and chest shake. After the coughing ceases, he resolutely pulls his face back up towards the bed, his eyes narrowed.
A metal snap comes from behind the veiled man as the armored man removes the sword and scabbard from his belt. He flips it casually in his hand, so the gentle curve of the blade points toward the floor, and then moves it to the hem of the other man’s pants. Shino holds the veiled man’s pants out just enough to push the sword into the gap, the spikes on the hilt pointing up towards the smaller man’s crotch. A maniacal grin crosses Shino’s face and he thrusts the hilt in between the other man’s legs.
The veiled man cries out, a hoarse, rasping shriek and slumps forward towards the ground several inches, his arms buckling. Slowly, shaking, the small man pushes his arms back out straight and looks up towards the bed on the other side of the room. A red drop eases out of each of his eyes, now widened with pain. The drops trace down the tops of his cheeks, soaking into his veil.
“Ha... You know your place well, that you do not require further instruction after such a punishment.” Shino reaches forward, dipping his fingers into the blood still pooled on the other man’s back. “And now you will service my needs, as your brother watches.” He pulls his fingers back, running the blood along the shaft of his dick. Then he reaches forward and grabs the other man’s buttocks in his hands, using his thumbs to spread the cheeks as he pulls the hips back with his grip. The small man’s sphincter is relaxed and visibly open, waiting. Shino’s glans slides inside the veiled man easily, followed by the red-coated shaft.
The slight man gives a small pained sigh as the larger man’s cock begins to enter him, and then gives out a grunt as he finishes sliding in. He closes his eyes, concentrating on the sensation, and his head begins to droop.
A fist catches the back of his skull, and his eyes fly wide open, and a strangled noise escapes the back of his throat. An airy laugh floats across the room, followed by a throaty chuckle. “Pay attention! I want you watching them.” Another tear streaks down to the veil from the man’s right eye.
“Yes, Shino.”
With the smaller man’s acquiescence, Shino smirks, and he pulls almost all the way out, before slamming back into his partner full force. He continues for a couple of minutes, his eyes fixated on his member sliding in and out of the man before him. Then his eyes start traveling up the body tied to his, and he runs his hands up from the other man’s hips, wiping at the last of the blood on the now-healed back. He pulls all the way out again and recoats his shaft before plunging back in mercilessly. A whimper at the withdrawal, followed by a guttural moan at the return escape the man below him.
Shino smirks and reaches forward with both hands, grasping at the other man’s shoulders. He digs his claws in and starts pulling back on them with each thrust, increasing the power with which he slams into the other man’s bowels. His gaze locks on the blood slowly oozing from his partner’s now bleeding shoulder, and he continues that way frantically for several minutes, before looking up to watch the other pair on the lush bed.
Cayne is sitting up against the headboard of the bed, a pillow against his back propping him at an angle. Marel is squatting atop him, her red hair flying as she plunges herself down onto his thick dick repeatedly. Both of them have their eyes locked on Shino and the man under him.
Shino’s eyes narrow at the outside corners and a slow grin spreads across his face as he takes in their frenzied fucking. He buries himself deep into the veiled man and then sits still for a moment, before exploding into a flurry of thrusts, in and out of the thin man on all fours on the floor, his long braid flapping about wildly like a dying snake behind him. He gives his final thrust and buries himself to the hilt in the other man as he squeezes his hands hard into the other man’s shoulders, his braid lying still across his calves. The other man arches his back and neck towards Shino, a drawn-out cry breaking free of his throat, as his eyes, unseeing, stare somewhere above the bed across the room.
After several moment, Shino makes a pleased noise low in his throat and pulls the slight man up by his shoulders, bringing first one hand, and then the other to his mouth to lick off the blood. He then leans forward and cleans the blood off of the smaller man’s shoulders, before pushing him back down to the ground.
The veiled man complies through it all, careful to keep his gaze locked on the couple in front of him. He gives out a relaxed sigh as Shino pulls all the way back out, and then gasps in pain twice as Shino pulls the jagged sword hilt back out, changes the angle slightly and thrusts it back into his pants. The veiled man’s arms quiver for several seconds but do not buckle, and he narrows his eyes as he stares forward at the bed.
Marel pounds down onto Cayne, his hands on her hips forcing himself to go deep with every motion. She quickens the pace and cries out, her body blurring as she releases herself into a storm of movement. Blood soaks out of her pussy around Cayne’s dick as she lets out a long, high-pitched trill into the room. Cayne grunts heavily several times during her climax and then flips her forward onto the bed as she quiets down, savagely thrusting into her vagina for roughly half a minute before pulling her back to stay on his hips. All the muscles in his body clench as he lets out a bestial cry. He slumps forward a moment later, and he catches Marel with his hands just below her ribs, supporting himself with his arms.
Hot breath tickles through the small man’s veil, “Do you like what you see?” An armored arm reaches around under him and grasps at the shaft tenting and wetting the material of his loose pants. “Hmm... I think you do like what you see.” The heavier man releases the shaft through the pants and stands, beckoning to Cayne, “Come here and give your brother what he needs.” Shino pulls his sword out of the thin man’s pants and licks the blood of it, before tossing it to the side. He strides over to the bed, shedding armor and clothing to the floor of the boat, as Cayne dismounts off of Marel and bounds over, smiling at Shino and leering eagerly at the veiled man.
The small man watches for a moment as Marel begins to worship Shino’s bloody cock with her mouth and then closes his eyes, turning his head to the side. Two more bloody tears stream down to the veil. “Now, now, brother... no need to cry... I haven’t even begun to stretch you yet.”
The slight man remains silent as Cayne moves to kneel behind him, his mop of hair floating out in front of his eyes as he leans forward. The stocky, muscular man roughly pulls the man on the ground’s pants the rest of the way to his knees, and then points his dick straight ahead, before grabbing the smaller man’s hips in his ham-fisted hands and driving home with one thrust. A strangled cry bursts free from the veiled man at the abuse, and the blood tears start flowing freely.
Cayne smacks his hips into the other man’s ass with abandon, furiously pumping his thick penis in and out. The violent fucking continues relentlessly, and blood begins to drip down the legs of both men, soaking into the veiled man’s pants and the carpet. Shino watches idly from the side of the bed, his hands twined in Marel’s long hair as he guides her head onto his shaft. With a thunderous roar, Cayne finishes inside the slight man, continuing to thrust as blood shoots out from the spot of their joining, coating the skin of both men. Cayne’s thrusts start to lose intensity, until eventually he is just resting, deep inside the thinner man.
Shino grins maliciously at the tightly closed eyes peeking out over the veil of the man underneath Cayne and pulls hard on Marel’s hair, forcing his cock all the way into her mouth. The fair-skinned woman’s eyes pop wide open and she makes a choking sound, but then she relaxes as her chest stops moving, and she reaches out her tongue past her lips to tease at Shino’s testicles. He growls and tilts her head, shoving it down still further, until her teeth are pressed firm against his crotch. Her lips begin to turn a violet shade as he keeps his dick pressed into her throat, but she does not struggle against him. He begins to fuck her face like this, pulling out about an inch or so and then sliding back in, her lips and skin turning a darker blue the whole while. He grins down at the sight before him, and comes to orgasm within just a few minutes.
Marel makes a swallowing sound several times as Shino’s dick twitches in her mouth, and then pulls back a little, letting it slip out of her mouth as she stares hungrily over at the two men on the other side of the boat. Her chest begins to rise and fall again, and a healthier tone quickly returns to her skin.
Cayne looks over at her naked form and ravenous eyes, and a satisfied smirk spreads across his face. He reluctantly pulls out of the man beneath him, and more blood shoots out onto the carpet. He rises to his feet and stretches his arms out into the air behind his body with a yawn. Several large steps take him over to the bed, where a waiting Marel eagerly cleans all the blood from his shaft. He yawns again and looks over at Shino, a half-smile pulling at one corner of his lips, “Unnngh... Fucking always takes so much out of me. I’m starving.”
Shino nods, a crooked smile on his face as well as he watches the veiled man struggle to his feet and lean against a wall for support, his eyes still closed, “But you need to do it; it’s in your blood.” The two men near the bed chuckle at this and a muffled giggle comes out around the penis in Marel’s mouth, causing an appreciative groan from Cayne, who frustratedly pushes her away.
“No more of that, you!” Cayne backhands Marel as she moves toward his cock again, “If I’m going to be able to hunt later, I’m going to need some reserves.” Marel turns her face back to look at Cayne, a smile beaming from her face. “I mean it.” Cayne hops onto the bed, sprawling out, and Shino follows suit, rolling over and running his claws teasingly along the massive man’s muscular back.
Marel looks longingly at the pair on the bed, and then her nose twitches. She snaps her head to the side to stare, mouth slightly agape at the veiled man, now leaning against the wall, pants still bunched at his knees. His long tunic drapes down to his mid-thighs, and rivulets of blood pour down his legs. Marel leaps across the room in two bounds – after the first the man’s eyes shoot open, and by the second, he has his hands raised in warning, “I’ll... kill you.”
The blood-haired woman smirks at him and then smiles over to the side at the watching Shino. “Now, now,” the baritone carries across the room with ease, “You know better by now than to say such things to... family.”
The veiled man’s eyes widen and the veil shifts. He stares at Shino as Marel eases forward and kneels in front of him, pulling up his tunic.
Shino returns his attention to Cayne, the larger man's body shivering under his touch, “We better leave room on the bed, there are many hours ahead of us until the safety of night.” The large man pulls up on his elbows and nods, rolling over onto his side and laying at the edge of the bed. Shino smiles and lays back against the headboard to watch Marel at work.
