The next evening, I was sent home. Same ship. Same crew. Without Nethys but with Gabrielle. I still had my love of the prow of the ship, which worked out well; she preferred the stern to watch the coast slip past, silent and unapproachable.
Not that I didn't try to speak with her. Our first morning en-route, as the sun rose, I saw her seated in her chair, regal as ever, so had approached, saying, "You traveled with no one?"
She had not moved as she said, "I do not think my ladies in waiting would have enjoyed being part of this ensemble."
"Are none of them doúlos?"
She still did not look at me as she said, "No."
Which made sense. I doubt they would like to have seen her feed, like she had the night before.
Our sustenance had turned out to be condemned men from Cairo and Alexandria. The Oiym had a quiet arrangement with Caliph Al Afeal, which basically boiled down to, We'll take some of your prisoners and dispose of the bodies; that way you don't have to pay the executioner or undertaker. No questions, please.
I had been led into a simple room with high windows, where nine men had been chained to the walls, all well-cleaned and barely clothed. All standing. Most swarthy, strong and beefy while others were trim, and none slovenly in body. Shopping had been good in the cities' jails.
Seeing them had brought a flood of hunger washing over me, filling every pore of my being. It had been weeks since my Viking, so every bit of control I had was needed to keep me from tearing into them.
On top of this, all of them had been howling with anger and fear. They had thought they could intimidate us with their curses and scowls and fists and kicks as they yanked against their chains. All that had achieved was for a couple to have their trousers fall and reveal genitals that could have been...well, acceptable.
Anileh had given an overly dramatic huff and said, "Oh, Uttah, no females, again? It seems you're falling into a rut of the same offerings over and over..."
"Hardly," she'd smiled back. "Our last gathering was eleven months ago. At which I gave you a fine murderess."
"Who was both useful and tasty...and who thought she could cut my throat with her lengthy fingernails. It was enjoyable. The gathering before that, I had to make do with a runaway slave. He was merely adequate."
"You are always free to forage for yourself," Nethys had said, her voice on the cool side. Then she had turned to me. "The newest of our kind is allowed first choice."
I knew she had noticed I'd already locked in on a beardless man with short hair, fine shoulders, full chest and softness to his belly. He'd had a sharp scowl of a face and had worn tight knitted breeches cut to below his knees and held in place by a cord, showing off fine legs and a rich crotch. Dark hair swirled over much of his body. The need that grew in me was for far more than just his blood.
"What was his crime?" I had asked, pointing to him.
A scroll had appeared in her hand. She'd unrolled it and read, "Murder. He was robbing a merchant's home and was caught by the man, so killed him. He claimed the man had cheated him of his wages."
"That's rather an overreaction."
"That could be said of all humans."
“Was it verified?”
I had no idea why I asked that, and the entire council had looked at me, confused.
“Why would it need to be?” Luahl had asked.
I had no answer, but Gabrielle’s smirk caught their attention so she had said, “I told you; he had a kind heart and still does. He doesn’t wish to punish someone who is undeserving.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Uttah had snapped. “All humans deserve their fate.”
The rest of the ensemble had agreed.
So he and I had wound up in a finely appointed bedroom with him unchained. The one door had been bolted and the two windows both looked at a drop of perhaps two-hundred feet to jagged rocks, so he could not escape me.
I had figured I was not the only one planning to have fun with his dinner before feeding. Ninshu and Ninsira had taken a pair of well-endowed men who were stockier than my choice, while Uttah's lad was probably the youngest and slimmest of the group. Nethys had chosen to join the male Oiym in just feeding, if the screams and cries of terror after I had left the chamber were any indication, while I did not want to know what Gabrielle had done.
I had stripped down to my leggings, my dick pressing against the cloth, showing I was very ready for more than just a meal from this man. He'd stood in the center of the bedroom, watching me with fear and anger, asking questions in his language. I had circled him and he had turned to keep me in sight, his stance wary and filled with warning. I had finally caught a look at his amazing ass, and it seared itself into my very being.
Then I had pounced and we'd wrestled...and the feel of his body next to mine had sent fire exploding through me. He had gripped me around the torso, thinking to throw me. Instead we'd wound up rolling across the floor. After some twisting and turning and kicking and fighting, I had grabbed him from behind, my arms around him, my wrists crossed, and I had pinched his tits as I licked the back of his neck.
He had howled and struggled more, then we had rolled apart. He'd staggered to his feet, his eyes wide and wary, as I circled him, again...and pounced...and grabbed him around the waist to lift him up...and licked and kissed his tits, this time.
He had pushed against me, kicking and struggling, and I had grown lost in the glorious feeling of his body crushed next to mine, twisting and turning and pressing even harder against me. I had heard the pounding of his heart. His howls of anger and disgust had only made my emotions wilder. The sweat on his body trickling through his hair had soaked us both, adding to the eroticism of the moment.
We'd kept going like this for several minutes. Perhaps even an hour. Together. Apart. Fighting. Rolling on the floor. Me grabbing his ass and his thighs and pinching his tits and groping his crotch. Him pushing me away. Kicking me away. Trying to hit me. I never wanted it to end.
His breeches were torn up one leg and barely held in place by the cord. Hauling him back against me so that his ass was rammed against my crotch had only added to the fire within me...stoked it...made it build and grow until finally I had thrown him on the bed, face up, pounced on top of him then torn away the last of his breeches. He'd kicked and swung at me. His dick had flopped about and his balls danced, but he had begun to grow in reaction to the constant mauling.
He didn't have the greatest dick ever, but it would be enough, so I had grabbed his wrists to hold his hands behind him, and pinned his thighs between my legs, and taken the whole of it in my mouth. I had kissed and sucked and caressed him with my lips and tongue, up and down and up and down as my monks had done me. He cursed and grunted and howled and fought me but grew harder and harder and harder until he filled my mouth...and then after a shocked grunt and final jolt, he'd had to let loose with everything inside of him.
I'd swallowed it all.
I'd drained him, I know.
I hadn't stopped until he had nothing left to give. Then I had flipped him onto his belly, held his wrists behind him, with one hand as he'd muttered and gasped and breathed hard. I had fondled his ass with my other hand for several minutes. Loving the feel of it. Skin not really smooth but fine enough. Hair whispering over his cheeks. Flowing into his legs in a way that was just right.
Finally, I'd found his hole and plunged my dick into him. He had screamed and tried to fight and bucked against me, but that had only added to my pleasure as I had pounded him...and pounded him...and pounded him like Gregory and the others had me. And as I had neared completion, I had released his hands. By that point, his voice had grown softer. Begging in tone. Pleading. Until I finally had cum inside of him. Had felt myself drained of everything within me. And it had been like heaven.
The final touch had been to roll him onto his back...and to lie against him...and feel the hair on his body caress my own skin...then bite into his neck and devour every drop of his blood. He had twisted and squirmed under me but could do nothing to end my feeding.
And then he was moving no more.
And I had drifted into the finest sleep of my life, his body still under me.
The doúlos must have come to take him away while I slept, for I was alone in my bed the next morning.
There was something about mingling his blood and semen in my belly that had filled me, so completely, I would not need to feed again till I was home. If then. While I was curious to see if Gabrielle had the same experience, that would have meant acknowledging she was sexually active. I could not get past the discomfort of even the idea, let alone actually knowing.
So I had remained at my end of the ship and she at hers until we coasted into Dover.
