Chapter 1 - The First Day

The first day of the month, Isabela struck a deal with Gamlen.
 
The day after she found Gamlen and Bethany together – and watched the former blow his load all over the breasts of the latter – Isabela found herself in Lowtown, her feet guiding her toward Gamlen’s house, determined to put an end to their twisted relationship.
 
It was early in the morning, the sun only just shining through the persistent shadows that had taken hold of the lower districts of Kirkwall, so there was hardly anyone outside, something she was grateful for. Merrill lived nearby, and she did not want to have to explain – or lie – about why she was going to Gamlen’s house at such an hour. Plus, her kitten would probably ask to come with her and help with whatever she was doing, and she was not ready to deal with that. There was also no risk of finding Bethany already at Gamlen’s, as she had taken off before the mage had even woken up.
 
It also meant that it was the same for Hawke, so Isabela had not received his touch that she craved since yesterday. So, she was frustrated as hell!
 
                - “I’ll make him pay for that as well!” Isabela muttered to herself, thinking of Gamlen.
 
She had hardly slept last night, also because of him.
 
After managing to get out unnoticed by Bethany and Gamlen, she had gone back to bed – her need for booze all but forgotten after her libido had been killed by what she had seen. She had woken up a mere two hours later, drenched in sweat, perverted images flashing behind her eyelids and had been unable to escape them until the morning came.

Because of that, she was now walking with even more purpose than that time she chose to come back to Kirkwall to stop a Qunari invasion.
 
Today, she was going to break the hold that Gamlen had over his niece, only then, would she finally be able to sleep. She could not let such a thing continue now that she knew about it. Sure, it was not like the incest bothered her. She had seen far worse, done worse too. Andraste’s tits! She even had herself a few fantasies about the Hawke’s siblings in the bedroom, dreaming of sandwiching sweet Bethany between Hawke and her. But it was the man – Gamlen Amell – that she could not stomach.
Sure, she liked to tease him. He was so angry and bitter all the time that it was just too easy to get under his skin. He was also something of a coward, so he did not dare talk back too much. Usually, he just grunted or muttered some insults under his breath. He definitely did not like her – she had heard him call her a few names before, some similar to the ones Aveline used, except with far more bite – and yet he was attracted to her – she had long stopped counting the number of times she saw him take a peek at her breasts or her ass when he thought she was not looking – that made him one of her favored target.
But for all her teasing, all those times where she seemed to flirt, or sat in front of him, tits swinging in front of his eyes, hips swaying to show the curve of her ass, she never, never, had even thought of taking him to her bed. So, seeing Bethany, sweet intelligent Bethany, moan like a wanton whore as she was used by this awful man? Isabela knew had to put a stop to it.
 
Bethany deserved far better than him. 
 
That is why, Isabela was walking toward Gamlen’s house. And why, later, she found herself with her tits being played with by the man himself.
 
                - “It’s what you offered.” Gamlen was saying, delighted. “I was fine with sweet Bethany but you insisted. What was a man like me supposed to do?”
 
                - “You’re a sick man.”
 
                - “And yet you’re the one who sought me out to give yourself to me, so what does it say about you?”
 
                - “Tsk! I simply knew from the get-go what you would ask so I made this deal to gain time!”
 
                - “Kuku… keep telling yourself that.”
 
Isabela gritted her teeth.
 
She found Gamlen awfully cocky for a man who was cowering a few minutes before. When she had revealed to him that she knew about his “relationship” with Bethany, his first thought had been that she was here to kill him. She had not corrected him immediately – she had thought about it, after all – but had finally been forced to admit that she was not here to take his life.
 
Instead, they had made a Deal.
 
For the next month, she would be at his beck and call. In exchange, at the end of it, he would stop his relationship with Bethany. Gamlen, of course, had been all too eager to accept her conditions – he probably had dreamed of something like this for a long time – and it had not taken him long to start enjoying the perks of their deal.
It was what brought Isabela here, with Gamlen behind her, squeezing her tits inside his house.
 
                - “You know what?” The man suddenly said, his voice as oily and smug as it had been with Bethany. “I think that you saw me with Behany and you couldn’t wait to get a turn. Kukuku… it seems you have a thing for the Amell’s men, don't-you Isabela?”
 
Isabela stilled a moment then snorted.
 
                - “Are you really comparing yourself to Hawke, right now?”
 
This time, it was Gamlen who gritted his teeth, but he was soon smirking again.
 
                - “No, I’m not. And you’ll soon find out why.”
 
He then nibbled at her ear and Isabela had to hold back the urge to elbow him in the nose.
Gamlen had made her cross her arms behind her head, leaving him full access to her breasts. He had enjoyed the view – or maybe the power he had over her – a few minutes, then he had put his hands on her. And now, ten minutes later, he still seemed to enjoy the thorough kneading that he was giving her tits.
 
                - “How long do you intend to do that for?” Isabela finally asked between gritted teeth.
 
A powerful squeeze answered her first, then a smirking mouth breathed in her ear:
 
                - “As long as I want. Wasn’t that part of our deal?” 
 
                - “Ugh!” The pirate groaned, feeling the heat of his breath on her cheek.
 
Gamlen snickered and started once more to play with her breasts, pushing them together, making them bounce, cupping them… he was thoroughly enjoying what she had to offer, and as much as she disliked him, Isabela was forced to admit that he was not without skills.
Despite his over eagerness and somewhat rough around the edge touch, he seemed to know just the right way to fondle her breasts without crushing them. His bony fingers danced along her curves, teasing the clothing that kept them constrained, cupping them in a reverent way that became far more lustful when he squeezed her flesh.
 
At some point, Isabela started to feel hot, and the wetness between her legs called back to her.
 
                - “Your nipples are starting to show.” Gamlen noticed, mocking. “Starting to get excited, Isabela?”
 
                - “In your dreams!” Isabela scoffed, trying to ignore the way her nipples reacted at Gamlen’s touch.
 
                - “My dreams are coming true!” Gamlen laughed, eyes shining with excitement. “Maybe it’ll be the same for this one.”
 
Isabela gritted her teeth rather than answer. At the end of all of this, she fully intended to transform those dreams of his into nightmares.
 
But first, she had to endure him.
 
Gamlen made her unfasten the laces of her shirt, letting her cleavage breath even more and giving him a better access to her breasts, which he immediately took advantage off. One of his hands slipped under her shirt to cup one breast directly, while the other kept playing with her nipple through the clothing.
 
                - “Sweaty, aren’t we?” He sneered, feeling the sweat under her breast. “Are you finally getting into it, Isabela?”
 
                - “Don’t kid yourself.” Isabela said, controlling her breathing. “It’s only… because it’s hot in there. You really live in an awful place Gamlen. It suits you though.”
 
Usually, such words would have pricked Gamlen’s pride but now, as he squeezed the breasts of the woman who mocked him, the man only laughed:
 
                - “And it’s going to be even hotter!” He promised.
 
And it did.
 
The sun started to shine through the shabby curtains which made a poor job of keeping the light and the heat out. It did the job of keeping the visitors away though, just as the sound of heavy breathing became louder inside the house. 
A shuddering sigh finally escaped Isabela when Gamlen squeezed both of her breasts at the same time, fingers pinching her hardened nipples.
 
                - “Haa… ugh… are you not finished yet?” She asked, biting her lips. “How long are you going to… keep this up? Bethany… is going to show up.”
 
Knowing the man, she had expected Gamlen to break far sooner and use her for his own pleasure, the same way he was using Bethany, not make her suffer this torture for this long.

At first, she thought the man had not heard her. He kept fondling her, pressing himself against her back, his shirtless front – he had just woken up when Isabela had showed up to his door – grinding against her, dampening her shirt that was already drenched with her own sweat. One of these beads of sweat escaped the confinement of her bandana and glistened along her forehead, cheek, neck and then lost itself in her cleavage.

Then Gamlen talked:
 
                - “You want more?” He said with a tight smirk. “Then… touch me.”
 
                - “Wha… what?”
 
Isabela half turned around, meeting the heated gaze of Gamlen.
 
                - “Touch me.” He said once more, voice hoarse with need. “Put your hand on my dick.”
 
The buxom pirate gulped and looked down at the thin pants that Gamlen was wearing and did very little to hide his erection. She hesitated a second, then, reminding herself that Bethany could show up any time now, she moved her hand, heart beating loudly in her chest.
As disgusted as she felt by the prospect of touching him, a part of her could not help but be a little curious about his size. She hoped she had there the chance to mock him, but something told her it would not be the case. Usually, she knew what to expect from the likes of Gamlen. Men like him, like Lucky or Hadyer, were usually full of bravado with nothing to back it up.  But she had seen the way Bethany had acted toward her uncle, the extasy on her face as he fucked her tits, and the man himself had seemed to fully enjoy the very healthy breasts of his niece. She feared it meant that he had something to show for it.
 
She was not wrong.
 
She had felt it moving up and down along the curve of her ass for the last ten minutes or so. She had felt how hard he was, but had been unable to fully gauge his size. Now, as she felt him literally beat against her palm, she was forced to admit that there was nothing to mock.
 
Gamlen was big.
 
                - “Fuck… you don’t know how long I dreamed of your hand on my cock, Isabela.”
 
Gamlen was not even looking at her. He had grasped her tits hard when she touched him and tilted his head back, smiling at the ceiling with a mix of surprise and delight. A groan then escaped him, loud, heavy with need, and Isabela grasped his cock more firmly.
 
                - “Good.” She thought, seeing his knees buckle. “It will be over soon.”
 
That was what Gamlen himself was thinking. Drowning in excitement, the man felt like he was ready to lose himself if he just breathed just too hard. 
The feeling of having Isabela in his arms - his hands squeezing her tits, hers squeezing his cock – was indescribable. He had dreamt of this for so long, imagined so many scenarios where Isabela would show up to his door and offer herself to him. He had dreamt of blackmailing her, beating her at cards, making her drunk… and each time he had woken up shaking, with wet sheets. And then he had met the real Isabela during the day, and she had reminded him that his dreams were just that, dreams.
But now? Now he had her in his hold, her hand moving against his hard-as-steel cock, and while some part of him still feared the idea of waking up after climaxing, he knew he would not last for very long. But before that, he intended to fully enjoy this. To fully enjoy Isabela.
 
                - “Yes Isabela!” He praised her, hissing between his teeth. “Just like that… fuck… jerk me off just like that, yes!”
 
Isabela closed her eyes, trying to ignore the moans of the man behind her. Without even realizing it, her hand had started to move up and down along his length – a force of habit, for sure – but Gamlen did not call her out on it. The man was far too busy grunting and breathing heavily against her shoulder, his cock twitching hard against her palm.
 
                - “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He panted, swearing and sweating. “I can’t wait anymore! Get on your knees for me you slutty pirate!”
 
Horror washed over her, and Isabela stilled.
 
                - “What?”
 
                - “Your heard me.” Gamlen said, unfastening the buckle of his pants, having already let go of her. “Get on your knees. You must know what it means, right? How many times have you done it?”
 
Suddenly, there was no longer any saliva in her mouth and Isabela was regretting her choice.
She looked down at the last piece of clothing that Gamlen was wearing. A thin and dirty underwear that was stretched by the cock he wanted her to suck. Because it was what he wanted, of course it was what he wanted. He probably had dreamed about this very moment many times, which explained his eagerness. But her? She seemed to realize only now what she was going to have to endure this next month. 
 
Isabela was not stupid – despite what Aveline was saying– she knew exactly what Gamlen would want from her the moment she ended up cutting a deal with him. Still, it did not make what she did next any easier.
Getting on her knees, she found herself in front of Gamlen’s bony legs, his stretched underpants at her nose’s level, the man himself looking down on her with a distorted smirk, eyes alight with a scorching desire that was burning even hotter than the sun filtering through the curtains.
 
                - “Take it off.” He told her, some deep rumbling crawling through his throat. “See what you’re getting this next month.”
 
Mouth dry, Isabela choose not to make herself suffer any longer and ripped his last piece of clothing. Then, for once, she was left speechless.
 
She was wrong earlier. Gamlen was not big. He was Huge.
 
Several inches bigger than Hawke’s, his cock was thick and meaty in the way his body was not, with a mushroom head that was already dripping with precum and two angry veins than ran across its length. Even his balls were absurdly big, heavy with the same seeds he had used to mark Bethany’s breasts the night before. And the moment it was free, it sprang to life, defying gravity despite its size to cast a glistening shadow above her head. 
 
It was a monster.
 
Were she with someone else and a willing participant at what was going to happen, Isabela would have been salivating in front of a dick like this. Even know, she could feel her body react against her will, her wetness dripping along her thighs. She did not betray anything when she looked up toward Gamlen, though, her lips curling into a mocking smile:
 
                - “I knew you were a dick.”
 
Clearly, it was not the reaction Gamlen hoped as he frowned, his jaw grinding.
 
                - “Get to work.” He grunted, making her pleased smile disappear.
 
Isabela exhaled, finding some twisted courage in the memories of her worst sexual experiences, reminding herself that, maybe, it would not be as unpleasant as her times with her former husband for example. The man had really been all about himself.
She moved her hand first, feeling Gamlen’s heated gaze on her as she drew close. She refused to meet his eyes, but she could not escape his desire. She could hear it in the way his breath came faster, see it in the way his stomach clenched, feel it in the heat that came from his cock.
 
                - “For Bethany.”
 
That is what she told herself one last time before she finally grasped Gamlen’s cock.
 
                - “Fuck!” The man immediately swore, a deep, guttural, and primal sound escaping him.
 
His cock throbbed hard, in her hand and Isabela gulped despite herself. She started to jerk him off slowly at first, somewhat anxious. The thing literally shuddered every time she squeezed it. But soon she was forced to put both of her hands on him and move faster, Gamlen directing her between the groans that seemed to trash around in his throat:
 
                - “Faster…! Harder…!” He was panting. “Fuck… yes! Just like that!”
 
His hips jerked and the thing almost smacked her face. She affirmed her hold, feeling like she was riding – or in this context jerking off – some kind of wild Bronto. She had not tiny hands like Merrill, but it is what they seemed to look like around that burning piece of meat that trashed around each time she squeezed it.
 
                - “It’s the cock you were always teasing with your body, Isabela.” Gamlen grinned, watching her jerk him off. “Impressive, isn’t it?”
 
Isabela rolled her eyes, refusing to show herself affected despite the dripping of her pussy.
 
                - “It’s not the size that matter, Gamlen. But I can’t expect someone as petty and little as you to understand that.”
 
She smirked then, finding something of the Gamlen she knew in the way he sputtered, blushing angrily. This small sense of control that had just started to come back to her did not last unfortunately, as the man sneered:
 
                - “Tch! How about you make a better use to that mouth of yours?”
 
Isabela blinked and looked at the red and pulsing mushroom head that looked like it was ready to burst, already glistening with the same pre-cum that coated her fingers. She hesitated once more, opening and closing her mouth several times, gathering her courage.
 
But this time, Gamlen didn't wait for her.
 
Her breath had only grazed the twitching and murshroomy head of his cock that Gamlen took hold of her head and, with an eager and excited grunt, thrusted his hips forward.
 
                - “There! That’ll teach you to mouth off!” He yelled triumphantly as Isabela’s eyes widened with surprise.
 
His cock felt big between her hands but in her mouth, it felt enormous! Despite all her pasts experiences with multiple lovers of all size, she could not take it all in one go. She was only able to half of it before her mouth was already full, her cheeks bulging to give way to more of his girth. 
 
                - “Slurp… gah! What do you think you’re doing, you…!”
 
                - “What do you think you’re doing!” Gamlen growled, interrupting Isabela’s protests. “You said you’d obey me, right? So do what you’re known for. Suck my cock.”
 
Eyes glinting, Gamlen grabbed his cock and pushed his hips forward, pressing his meat against her face. For a second, Isabela considered biting it to make him swallow his words as well as his domineering attitude but in the end she surrendered.
 
He was right, after all, that was their deal.
 
That did not stop her from throwing him a dark look when she took hold of his cock and closed her lips on its pulsing head. But as her cheeks were once again giving way to accommodate its size, she was soon forced to look away, seeing the pleasure appear on Gamlen’s face. It did not let her escape the guttural sound of approval he made when she started to move her head up and down however, nor the heat between her own legs.
Isabela still tried to close her eyes, hoping to forget whose dick she was sucking. But Gamlen was far too noisy to let himself be forgotten. His moans, groans and his praises echoed inside the house, as well as the insults he throwed her, clearly enjoying the feeling of superiority given by their deal.
 
                - “I hope my cock isn’t too big for you, kukuku. I wouldn’t want you to chock on it… yet.”
 
The man was smug and crass and the worse was that Isabela could not say anything back.
 
He was big, after all.
 
Pinching him, Isabela managed to smirk when Gamlen hissed but with his cock still in her mouth, the face she showed was hardly mocking and it was him that ended up laughing at her:
 
                - “You still have your fire!” He said, grunting. “Good. Bethany was the same. I’ll enjoy breaking your pride like I did hers. More so, I think.”
 
Frowning, Isabela took his dick out of her mouth – hand still jerking him off without watching – and addressed him accusingly:
 
                - “What have you done to her, you disgusting sack of…”
 
                - “Nothing she didn’t ended up loving.” Gamlen said smugly.
 
Isabela gritted her teeth, holding back her urge to kill.

She had chosen to approach Gamlen by herself without telling anyone to spare Bethany. She did not want to humiliate Hawke’s sister by revealing that she had seen her with her uncle. But even without confronting her, she also knew she would not have been able to stop her if she did not want to – and after watching her the night before, it was a real possibility – so she had confronted the one she thought she could stop, Gamlen.
Thought, because at the idea of losing that perverted hold, he had over Bethany? The man had surprisingly grown a backbone and had left her at an impasse. After all, it was not like she could kill Gamlen. As despicable as the man was, Hawke still loved him somewhat. Isabela herself never understood why, Gamlen clearly resented him for basically being a far better man than him. Still Hawke would not thank her for killing his uncle and even if she disguised her crime or hired someone else to do it, she knew that bull-headed Aveline, with all her love for the Hawke family, would not rest before finding out what happened to their stupid uncle.
So, she had ended up stuck. And her only way out had been to cut a deal she was sure the perverted uncle of her lover would take, ergo, she had sold herself to him.

She tried to not to think about it like that. It brought bad memories, even worse ones than the ones she was making here right now as she sucked Gamlen’s cock.
 
Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.
 
For the next half-hour, the only thing that could be heard inside Gamlen’s house were the slurping noises that Isabela made while licking and sucking the cock of its owner whose own groans seemed lost amidst the wet and perverted sounds.
Isabela tried to ignore them. Gamlen savored them. And savored in the sight that came with them.
 
                - “Fuck…”
 
The man was smiling the biggest smile of his life, unable to look away from the voluptuous figure of Isabela on her knees, sucking him off. Even now, as he was feeling her eager mouth on his cock, he could not believe it was finally happening. The great “captain” Isabela was sucking his cock!
 
                - “I dreamt of this.” He admitted, more to himself than the woman herself. “But the reality is so much better, kukuku!”
 
Isabela was easily as good as any of the girls from the Blooming Rose, but it was her identity, the fact that the woman who spent her time mocking his lust for her, that was giving him the blowjob of a lifetime that made him feel like he was ready to burst at the slightest touch.
He had held on for almost a full hour, but he knew he would not be able to endure much more. Already he could feel his balls churns and his stomach contract, his climax approaching fast. Breathing had started to get harder, almost as much as standing still.
 
He was ready to cum inside her mouth. But not before taking her throat.
 
Smirking darkly, Gamlen moved almost gently, reverently, the hand that he had on the pirate’s head toward the back of it, gripping her hair. He then waited for her reaction, and when she looked up to him, eyes half accusing, half curious, he thrusted his hips forward.
 
                - “Gloooooack!”
 
That the sound Isabela made when she felt Gamlen burst into her throat, the mushroom head of his cock hitting the back of it, making her belch. The man did not relent. Ignoring her distress, he pushed forward, making him swallow his cock whole, inches by inches.
 
                - “Yes… like that… take it, hgn… take all of it.”
 
Unable to get out of his hold, Isabela had no choice but to close her eyes and try to accommodate his meaty rod. She made her throat work around his girth, swallowing the head first, then easing up her neck to take the rest of it.
 
                - “Yes! Swallow my… hgn… cock, you fucking slut!”
 
Moving his hips, Gamlen started to pump his cock inside Isabela’ mouth. Little by little, he fed her more of his length, forcing her to take him whole.
Then he started to fuck her throat.
 
                - “Gloack… glargh… gloak!”
 
With both of Gamlen’s hands gripping her head, Isabela could only put her own hands on the floor and hold herself up as he used her for his own pleasure, fucking her mouth and throat with deep thrusts that had her making sounds as painful as disgusting. But for all his roughness, he wasn't hurting her.
The Rivaïn had taken enough men in her throat to be able to handle anyone, even someone as big as Gamlen. She was good enough to manage to breath somewhat despite his best efforts to make her choke on his cock – it seemed to be his intent in any case – but she could do nothing for the saliva that started to drip down her chin and neck.
 
                - “Glack! Glack! Gloargh! Glack! Gloargh!”
 
                - “Hgn, yes! Swallow it… fuck! Just… ugh… just like that!”
 
Her slurping sounds from before soon became wetter and sloppier, echoing inside the house, along the grunts of its owner whose hips kept moving faster and faster.
 
                - “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” He was babbling, face contorted by pleasure and dick throbbing hard inside Isabela’s mouth, telling her everything she needed to know.
 
Gamlen was about to cum.

She saw it, in the way his breathing started to get shorter, his moves harsher, his hold tenser. She recognized it, just like she had last night, images flooding her mind as Gamlen pushed his hips forward with something of a gasp, whole body shuddering, knees buckling.

She closed her eyes and waited for it. She did not wait for long.

A cry suddenly escaped Gamlen’s throat, short and guttural, and the man stilled. He looked up, a perverted smile slowly stretching his lips as his cock started throbbing, hard. It did so once, twice, then Isabela felt Gamlen move his hips back, gently, while his hold tightened on her head. Then, he spoke, voice charged with something akin to delight:
 
                -Here it comes… ugh… Isabela! 
 
That’s the only warning she got.

There was nothing of the teasing, of the tenderness, of the carefulness of his nephew in the way Gamlen thrusted his hips forward and lost himself in his climax with a deafening roar:
 
                - “Fuuuuuuuuuck!”
 
Isabela felt the already huge cock in her mouth expand even further, twitch, then explode. Cum rushed, thick and hot, filling up her mouth, coating her tongue with its taste. She coughed, surprised by the amount, but had no choice but to swallow it, as the twitching of the cock in her mouth never seemed to stop.
 
                - “Gulp, gulp… gloargh… gulp, gulp!
 
                - “Yes, drink it!” Gamlen groaned, breathing heavily. Hgn… drink it all, you pirate-slut!”
 
Forehead drenched in sweat, face tight with pleasure, Gamlen forced Isabela to swallow his seeds, one hand holding her head in place, the other one gripping the chair next to him to keep himself up as his knees buckled under his incredible climax.
He pumped his hips once, twice, and a third time, groaning loudly as he filled her mouth and throat with more his potent cum, watching her swallow his seeds with blazing eyes.
 
                - “Drink my cum!” He roared, throwing his head back.
 
For the longest time, he kept pushing forward, like he wanted to merge his being with Isabela’s, his thighs pressing against her breasts, his stomach with her nose, his balls with her chin, all the while groaning so loudly that Isabela feared that he could be heard from outside.
Isabela would later reflect that such sounds would not have been so strange coming from Gamlen’s house considering his sick relationship with his niece.

Finally, Gamlen withdrew from her mouth, leaving her gasping and coughing, his seeds spilling from her lips into her cleavage. Cross-eyed, the buxom pirate looked up dazingly at the still-hard cock that Gamlen kept jerking off, coating her face and her breasts with the last remnants of the heavy loads with which he already had painted the insides of her mouth and throat.
 
                - “Where did all this cum come from?” She could not help but ask herself as another hot rope of cum was spurted all over her cleavage. “Was he not cumming between Bethany’s tits just yesterday? How can an old man have so… much…?”
 
She was disgustingly impressed despite herself, having never seen such a thing – even with her one dwarven lover whose race had somewhat of a reputation to have “rocks” always quite full – but she refused to show it. She did not want to boost Gamlen’s pitiful ego. The man did not appear to have need of it anyway, he was smiling smugly at her, stroking his cock like he was calming it down.
Somewhere in her mind, Isabela noticed that it had not yet softened up.
 
                - “Impressive, isn’t it?” Gamlen sneered, proud of himself.
 
                - “What’s impressive about the fact you were clearly pent up?” Isabela scoffed. “It just shows that you haven’t gotten any release for a while now. I’m not really surprised.”
 
They both knew he was fucking Bethany’s tits just the night before, but the buxom pirate did not let him point it out, making a face as she stretched her now drenched clothes.
 
                - “I’ll have to burn my clothes now. Would not want to get caught with your disgusting cum all over me, right?” She snarked. “Can you imagine the humiliation? Well, I guess you’d be used to it now, but you know…”
 
If he had heard her say that yesterday, Gamlen would have lost it. Today? He only smiled darkly, relishing the sight of the curves of the Rivaïn drenched in his cum. He even managed a chuckle, finding her bravado of the amusing somewhat, arousing even more. 
 
                - “Maybe I can give you even more reason to burn them.” He muttered, dick twitching as he gazed lewdly at Isabela’s big tits.
 
Following his gaze, Isabela frowned and put a protective arm around herself. Gamlen snorted, and just as he was about to remind her of her place – the place she had chosen herself for the next month - there was a knock on the door.
 
                - “Uncle Gamlen?” 
 
Both Isabela and Gamlen froze, recognizing Bethany’s voice. They only had to look at each other to know they were thinking the same find.  Bethany could not find them in such a state. 
 
                - “Quickly, hide!” Gamlen whispered furiously, throwing a shabby carpet on the small puddle that had formed under Isabela. “Coming!” He added toward the door.
 
Isabela grabbed Gamlen’s clothes but when she throwed them at him, he threw them back.
 
                - “No time!” He said, grabbing her by the arm.
 
He all but pushed her in the next room, giving her some filthy sheets to “try and wash herself”, as he said. Isabela did so with haste, listening with bated breath as Gamlen greeted his apparently unaware niece. It was only after Bethany did not ask question to her uncle about the state of the room and himself – he was still naked after all – that she allowed herself a sigh with relief. Silently, she then tried to fix herself up using the sheets that Gamlen had given her.
 
                - “I really, really, don’t want to know where he found them.” She said to herself, throwing them away as soon as she was done.
 
She fastened the laces of her shirt once more, scrunching her nose when she felt the still wet fabric on her skin. It seemed that the musky scent of cum had already soaked her clothes, but the pirate thought it was still better than soaking her. Even if she took three baths today, she did not think she would be able to feel clean after what had just happened.

Putting a hand on her stomach, Isabela closed her eyes, feeling bloated.
 
                - “How much cum can a man have?” She asked herself once more. “Especially someone like Gamlen.”
 
Frowning as she remembered she shape of his cock – another far too impressive… thing, for someone like him – Isabela was once again soaked by the scent of his semen. She hoped it would go unnoticed around Lowtown. At least until she got to the Hanged Man to change and throw her clothes in the fire like she said she would.
 
                - “It’s filthy here, so it should be okay.” Isabela reassured herself. “Yes… so fiflthy…”
 
Her heart skipped a bit as pleasure surged.
Eyes flying open, the pirate jumped when she realized what had just cause this. Her hand, the same one she had put on her stomach, had drifted lower without her even noticing!

Letting go of like she burned herself, Isabela made a conscious effort to ignore the heat that had accumulated between her legs and looked around frantically. She needed to leave now! 
She found an open window next to her and was about to pass through it – eager, no, desperate to leave this house and the dangerous feeling it seemed to wake in her – when she heard something that made her pause:
 
                - “Maybe we can move to the next room, like you promised…?”
 
It was Bethany’s voice – Bethany’s needy and horny voice – that Isabela heard and made her choose to go out in the open rather than through the window like Gamlen probably expected her to. At least, that what his face seemed to scream when she opened the door and revealed herself.
 
                - “Isabela! What… what are you doing here?”
 
Bethany looked deeply embarrassed to see Isabela here – she probably feared that she had noticed the lustful way she had addressed her uncle – but it was nothing compared to the shame that Isabela herself felt as she could still taste Galmen’s cum in her mouth and on her skin.
 
                - “Nothing much!” She responded with a false cheer. “I heard Hawke intended to visit his uncle today so I thought I could surprise him here! Gamlen was… nice enough to let me in.”
 
Gamlen snickered behind her, and Isabela clenched her fists.
 
                - “Oh, my brother is coming here?” Bethany asked, looking even more anxious, and disappointed, her eyes darting toward Gamlen who kept smirking. “Hum… when?”
 
Isabela could literally feel the smugness of Gamlen without even looking at him and she paused before a smiling, eyes alight with mischief.
 
                - “Any minute now.” She answered. “Hey! I have an idea! How about we go meet him together?” She proposed just after.
 
                - “What?”
 
Both Bethany and Gamlen reacted at that, and Isabela turned around, looking at the frustrated pervert behind her with a smug smile of her own.
 
                - “Yes.” She added, looking straight at Gamlen. “I remember now, Hawke was hoping to find you there, Bethany. And since I want to see him, we can both meet him half-way. Gamlen probably does not want us in here anyway, right? He certainly does not seem to be ready to great guests.”
 
While Isabela had been in the next room, Gamlen had managed to find himself a pair of pants, but he was still shirtless.
 
                - “But I thought he wanted to meet uncle Gamlen?” Bethany asked quietly, clearly torn.
 
Lifting a clever eyebrow, Isabela looked at Gamlen for his answer and smiled triumphantly when the man gritted his teeth and relented.
 
                - “I’ll tell him you were here if he shows up. Not that he will, knowing him.” He added in a mutter, his inferiority complex toward his nephew showing up.
 
                - “But…”
 
                - “Perfect! You can be useful sometimes Gamlen!” Isabela exclaimed, enjoying the way she could once again mock him – even if she was still drenched with his cum. “Come along then, Bethany! Let’s go look for your brother!” She said, making a move to grab Bethany before stopping herself, remembering her state.
 
Still, Isabela did not give Hawke’s sister the time to invent some excuse to stay behind and pushed her out of the house, throwing one last victorious look her at the man they were leaving behind, his plans foiled. Whether with her or his niece, he would not get any more satisfaction today. Isabela took that as a win.
 
She needed one badly after all. Especially when she thought about the month ahead of her. 

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… and so end the first day.
I’ll warn/reassure (depending on your preference) you all in advance, despite the title of this chapter, this story won't depict every-single encounters between Isabela and Gamlen (I’m not dedicated/crazy enough to try and write 30/31 chapters about those two only - especially in my First Story). 
The story is supposed to have between 6 or 7 chapters in total and is actually mostly finished already (meaning I have a few chapters already written, ready to go).
I intend to post the next chapter Saturday (first "sex" scene between Gamlen and Isabela). And probably 2 more next week.

Until then, take care!



 