Chapter 5 - Captain

Tal’zod let go with a deep groan, twitching in the soaping cunt of a Lightforged soldier and filling her with his cum while her two companions watched. Their hands, by his request, were cupped over their own bare crotches, two fingers slowly sliding in and out of themselves. Each plunge of their fingers leaked a bit more of his previous loads out of them. While both women were pleasuring themselves with the smallest amount of effort possible, he had watched both shudder in orgasm from the continued pleasure. It helped that this latest load, and the mewling Lightforged he was giving it to, had taken nearly an hour.


He slipped out of the white skinned Draenei and stumbled back onto a nearby bench, panting a bit with effort. His break had recharged his batteries, sure, but seven near back to back fucks would wear anyone out. Still he felt his cock twitch as he watched the three naked Lightforge stand and gather up their clothing, bending in front of him in their hurry to get out of the mess hall. His plan was to enjoy as many of the women who entered the mess hall as possible. Nearly three hours of constant fucking had ensued as each new Lightforged that entered the mess hall looking for food was commanded to strip and pleasure themselves until he called them over. This trio, who had entered together, was the last of the seven that had wandered in before word had spread. The other four were long gone, off to see the Anchorites or clean up. He had forced these three to stay together, since they had come in as a group, so they could each watch the others get fucked.


Tal’zod reached over and grabbed a clay pitcher of water he had been using to hydrate throughout the ordeal. He paid no mind to the cups next to it. Instead he simply tipped it back and let the water drain directly into his mouth with a sigh. The Army of the Light had excessive stores of water that tasted better than the clearest spring he had personally visited. The rations aboard the Vindicaar were one of the side perks for his little deal. Though his favorite taste was the juices of the women he enjoyed.


Tal’zod spent little time using his tongue on the Lightforged, though. He was here to pleasure himself after all and the women he tasted rarely enjoyed themselves enough to make it feel worthwhile. Still, he would have been ashamed if he had spent a week surrounded by sexy alabaster skinned women of faith and not even tried to taste their juices.


When he was finished with the pitcher of water he stood up and stretched his arms over his head, his thin muscles tightening against his teal skin. Then he grabbed his robe, which had been discarded by the second lay, and walked out of the mess hall with a steady gait. He briefly debated putting the robe on, but he was still covered in a sheen of sweat and had no desire to sully his robes with it. Besides, this was his ship, at least for the next couple of days. If he wanted to strut around naked, he would.


His intention was to pick up whatever woman caught his eye in the hallway and use her to clean him up back in his room. He was halfway back to his quarters and saw a lovely Lightforged that froze in her tracks and began to blush as she spotted him, but the sound of a male voice from one of the rooms he was passing made him pause. He looked over at the door, noting with a wry smile that the quarters the sound was coming from belonged to none other than the captain of the Vindicaar. He waved the other woman away and she scurried off as he stepped closer to the door and leaned in close, intent to listen in and find out just what was going on.


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“That should be everything Archmage Y’mera reported from her talk with Tal’zod.” Captain Fareeya looked up from her notes, setting them to the side before clasping her hands in front of her and resting them on her desk to regard the glowing purple image of Blademaster Telaamon. She had more to get through, but judging by his furious scribbling on a piece of paper he needed time to catch up.


“That’s quite a lot of traps and guardians to contend with. We might lose quite a few men collecting this.” Telaamon tapped his chin, no doubt already thinking about strategies to counteract the defenses that the Troll had said were laid out within the location in which the artifact resided.


Fareeya nodded, “Yes, the cost of this artifact keeps going up, doesn’t it?”


Telaamon hesitated at that, before setting down his notes fully and looking into her eyes, “Speaking of which, how are the soldiers holding up under the onslaught?”


Fareeya sighed in exasperation, “They are strong women, but the troll has a way of catching most of them off guard. It doesn’t help that he basically wants to try to impregnate every woman onboard.”


Telaamon gritted his teeth, “That bastard. I can’t believe anyone is this depraved. How many girls has he done that to?”


“Well he finishes inside each of the girls he uses. Out of the ones he has taken, Yunille is reporting that roughly 60% are confirmed pregnant at this point.”


“So not only is he raping our women, but he is going to force the majority of the women he takes to carry his bastard children,” Telaamon growled, his hands wringing against one another as if he would want to do the same to the Troll’s neck, “That sick bastard.”


She nodded, “Yes, but what can we do? I’d love nothing more than to lock him up and throw away the key until he decides to talk, but we need this Artifact as soon as possible.”
“Well,” the blademaster began, “You may just get your wish…”


“What?” Fareeya cocked an eyebrow at the image on her desk.


He gave her a sly smile, “I brought the situation up with the leaders of the Alliance and they are all in agreement that we can’t let this bastard just get away with this. I have permission from the High King to get the information, then imprison the son of a bitch.”


Captain Fareeya frowned slightly at that, “I’m not sure that is the right choice, my love.”


Telaamon frowned, “Don’t tell me you feel any form of sympathy or mercy for this Troll bastard who could rape you at any time.”


“Of course not,” Fareeya said quickly, “But I’m not sure that double crossing him is a good idea.”


Telaamon waved away her concerns, “The official story is that we are keeping him to hold up his end of the bargain and provide us with whatever information we might need for the God Killer weapon. If that just happens to mean he stays in a dungeon cell for years while we verify there is nothing else we need from it then so be it.”


Fareeya would have said more. In fact she had quite a few things she wanted to say about such a deceitful act. However, she simply sighed and nodded, “I won’t argue with you, Telaamon.”


They sat in silence for a few moments. Telaamon broke the silence, glancing around him before leaning forward and saying, “I do miss you, my love.”


Fareeya smiled softly at him, “I miss you too. It has been a while since we have been apart for this long. Just a couple more days and I'll be back with you. I just hope you…” she turned away, trailing off.


Telaamon cocked his head to the side, “What, Fareeya?”


“I just hope you don’t think me sullied.”


“Why would I think that? The bastard hasn’t been with you yet, right?”


Fareeya shook her head, “No, not yet. But I doubt he’s going to skip over the Captain of the Vindicaar.”


Telaamon gave her a hard smile, “I promise, dear, that you will be no less in my eyes even if he lays with you.”
A voice from the doorway caused both Fareeya and the image of Telaamon to jump, “Oh, such sweet sentiment. Why don’ we put dat to da test though?”


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Tal’zod leaned against the frame of the door, still naked except for the grin that he wore stretched across his tusked face. Fareeya looked at him in shock as Telaamon turned and glared with undisguised hatred.


“T-Tal’zod,” Fareeya stammered, her eyes darting briefly to his already half hard cock. She would have continued to stammer something else out had he not raised a hand to interrupt her.


“It’s Master to you.”


“Sorry… Master,” she replied, her eyes darting this time to the image of Telaamon, “What are you doing in my quarters?”


Tal’zod scratched at his chin idly, acting as casual as always, “A few reasons, Darling. Originally I wanted to come down here and ask you to give an order out to da ship for my last few days aboard. Den I heard a man’s voice and was curious why dat would be. Den I heard you talking with him about a love dat would last no matter what and I couldn’t help but want to put dat to da test. It’s time for you to fuck me, I think.”


Fareeya clenched her jaw, hiding her anger much better than Telaamon did. He looked just about ready to blow a gasket. Instead of responding to his comment directly, she asked, “So you just caught the tail end of our conversation then?”


“Yep.” Tal’zod lied, “I assumed da rest of it was stuffed full of just as much sentiment from one partner to another though. Now, why don’t we get started? Oh, and your lover needs to stay connected.”


“W-what?!” they both blanched. Then Fareeya continued, “Surely you don’t want him to watch as you take me. I thought you didn’t want the men around.”


“Normally I wouldn’t,” Tal said, moving fully into the room and letting the door close behind him, “But like I said, I want to test ya theory dat you two won’t love each other less after I’m done with ya.”


Fareeya stood up from her chair as Telaamon shouted, “You sick fuck! You can’t control me!”


Tal’zod looked at the Captain instead of replying to the hologram, “I am da master of da ship, correct?”


She gritted her teeth and said, “Correct.”


He waved a hand to the Holorgram, “Doesn’t dat mean I can command all of the Army of the Light?”


There was hesitation before Fareeya said, “Yes.”


“Den I control every member of da crew, even if dey are not aboard, correct?”


She merely nodded this time, but Tal’zod smiled at Telaamon, ‘Den you will obey my command and remain with us until I say otherwise, or I will consider you in breach of our arrangement and leave.”


“If you choose to break the deal…” Telaamon began.


“You’ll what? Kidnap me and torture me?” Tal’zod waved a hand dismissivly, “You think dat my family has been keeping this secret for so long dat dey wouldn’t have prepared da keeper to resist such things?”

“I don’t care if it works,” Telaamon growled, “I’ll tear off every inch of your skin anyway.”


“Telaamon,” Fareeya said, her head hung, “Do as he says.”


The blademaster looked back to his lover, shocked, “W-what?!”


Fareeya glared at him, “20 women have already given their virtue to this man. I won’t have you cause their sacrifice to be in vain.”


Telaamon shook for a moment before sighing and hanging his head, “As you wish, captain.”


She turned to Tal’zod, who motioned for her to get started. There was no sultry dance or slow tease as she pulled off her clothing. It was quick and to the point. Tal’zod did notice that she had to wear a shirt with ties on the back to prevent the need to have it pulled over her head and passed her horns. She had by far the most elaborate horns that Tal’zod had ever seen. He also noted that her breasts were practically perfect as well, firm and capped with small but gorgeous nipples. When she slipped free of her pants and underwear, revealing her neatly trimmed bush and marble skin to him fully, she turned to look at him and said, “How would you like to use me, Master?”


Tal’zod smirked and walked over to her vacated seat. He sat down in it and shook his head at her, “Uh uh, I said I wanted you to fuck me, darling. Dat means you need to get on me and ride until ya feel me flooding your insides.”


Both Lightforged, real and mystically connected via hologram, glared at him. She merely leaned back a bit further and winked at her, “I hope you are nice and wet for me, darling.”


She crossed her arms, “I’m not. I wouldn’t be excited by this at all.”


Tal’zod had been expecting that and chuckled, “Dat’s a shame. You’ll have to get my cock lubed up nicely then. Come over here and kneel.”


She moved up to him and slipped to her knees in front of his chair. He spread his legs, one on either side of her body, before running a finger down one of her long curled horns, “If you aren’t wet enough, you’ll have to make sure my shaft is nice and lubed up. Get it nice and slick with your mouth, darling.”


Her eyes went wide with realization at what he was asking her to do. She turned her head, no doubt intending to glance back at the hologram showing her lover, but the Troll held her by the horn and grunted at her, “Uh uh, ya aren’t here for him. Ya be here for me. Now go on.”


Reluctantly she leaned forward, her eyes locked on his and filled with hatred as she opened her mouth over the tip of his cock. But instead of wrapping her lips around it, like he expected of her, she merely began to drool. Her saliva slowly dripped from her mouth and down his length in a small trickle as she glared up at him. He smirked at her boldness; she was following his command without giving him what he wanted. Any other time he would have simply chuckled and grabbed her horns before shoving her down his length, but in this case he merely smirked at her and said, “Saving all my energy for da actual fun, huh? A good strategy. I’ll be able to really let you ride me without any foreplay before.”


Her face scrunched in rage, angry that he had taken her defiance and turned it on its head. She didn’t change tactics though, her pride forcing her to continue to drip saliva down his length instead of dropping her head down to bob. Finally, after a few minutes of her physically drooling over his cock, Tal’zod tapped her on the head softly and said, “Dat should be enough. We don’t want to keep your lover waiting.”


Her mouth snapped shut so hard he heard her teeth clack together. Teeth that were mere inches from his cock head. It almost broke his composure, but instead he merely commanded her to stand with a quick wave of his hand. She stood swiftly, her powerful body flexing and moving with a grace only a seasoned warrior could manage. Tal’zod was once again reminded how easily any of these women could beat the shit out of him. The fact that they were forced to keep him safe and pleasure him at his whim instead made his dick twitch in delight.


He waited a few moments, watching as she simply stared down at his length, before saying, “Intimidated? I wonder if ya lover’s cock is half dis big.”


Her eyes flashed and she growled, “He is plenty big.”


The Troll laughed, “Den you should have no problems. Now climb on and get to work, darling.”


She hesitated a moment more, twitching in a way that told him she had almost looked back at the hologram again. Then she slipped into his lap, planting a knee on either side of him on the luxurious chair. She reached down, gripping the base of his shaft for the first time. He let out a soft sigh and glanced over at the mystical communication device so he could watch Telaamon’s reaction. The Lightforged Blademaste’s jaw was clenched tightly and his hands were balled into fists. He didn’t react beyond that as he watched Fareeya’s lovely hips sink down and her pussy lips wrap around the Troll’s hard shaft.


Tal’zod turned his attention back to the goregeous captain doing her best to act callous and uncaring about what she was doing. Her body pressed against his legs and while she could not take all of his member inside of her from their current position, it was still enough to make her eyes widen and her hands grip the back of the large chair. She was clearly trying to supress how good it felt, considering her pussy was slick despite her earlier claim to the contrary.


Tal’zod chose not to call her out on it. He was tired of the foreplay and her disdain at the situation. Instead he ran his hands up her body, brushing over her nipples on his way to gripping her shoulders and pulling her in close. He whispered his next command into her ear slowly, then leaned back as she carried out his orders.


First, she began rocking her hips, grinding herself against his cock and twisting her body in a motion that would have put some professional dancers to shame. Her abs flexed as she ground against him, one hand falling from the chair back so she could angle her body and turn her head back to the desk and the image of Telaamon. Then, after a moment to swallow her pride no doubt, she fulfilled his command, “Master says you can disconnect now, Blademaster. We don’t need you anymore.”


Telaamon’s fury was short lived as he reached forward and practically slammed his hand on the crystal on his end, closing the connection. Fareeya turned back to face Tal’zod, her face dark and full of her own wrath, “You are cruel and perverse, Master.” 


She said ‘Master’ with such contempt that Tal’zod couldn’t help but laugh and slap his hands on her ass cheeks before gripping them, “Yes, I am. Now show me how well you ride cock, darling. Da faster I cum, da faster you can get back to ya duties.”


Captain Fareeya glared at him, but obeyed him once again and began riding his dick in earnest. He groaned as he felt her pussy squeeze his cock as she rocked her hips in varying patterns, taking full control of the way his cock pushed inside her. Her eyes fluttered a bit when she angled him towards her g-spot, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of any sort of moan or inditication that she was enjoying this. Instead she simply kept grinding her body against his, her juices coating his cock to make each new rotation smoother and more enjoyable.


She moved like that for a while, far longer than Tal’zod expected. While the feeling of her grinding against him was enjoyable, it was a subpar strategy for bringing him closer to his release. This was usually what women did when they were trying to get themselves off. Judging by the sheen of sweat he could see on Fareeya’s body he suspected she may have gotten lost in the moment. Her eyes were half closed and rolled back in her head as she rocked back and forth against him. Instead of reminding her what she was doing this for though he simply continued to knead her ass, palming it in his hands and rubbing it as she pressed against him.


He was rewarded for his patiences a few minutes later when she stopped and began to shake softly, her walls tightening around his crotch as her climax pulsed through her body. Her head tilted back, but she still refused to groan or give any verbal sign of her pleasure. Tal’zod waited patiently as she twitched on top of him, letting her ride out her orgasm. Then, when she had finally calmed down and began to focus again, he wrapped his arms around her waist and stood in a smooth motion. The action drove his length deeper into her and gave her pussy another residual spasm. She wrapped her arms around his neck, more to maintain her posture and not topple over than any form of love.


“What are you doing?” she panted, glancing about.


“I’m taking ya to ya bed, darling,” He replied.


“Finally going to have your way with me?” She asked. She almost sounded hopeful, which made Tal’zod chuckle.


“No. Giving ya a better angle so you can do ya job and finish me off, like ya supposed to be doing.”


Her skin flushed a bit as he called out her lack of effort in getting him off in favor of focusing on herself, but she still scowled and muttered, “fine.”


He moved over to the captain’s bed, settling down on it easily and laying back. All the while he kept himself inside of her, his steps causing the smallest movements that still seemed to set a fire underneath Fareeya. She even finally let out a small grunt as he wiggled into a proper position and his cock pistoned in and out of her a few times. Then he was fully on his back, relaxing as he stared up at the captain’s near perfect body. He gave her ass a small slap before putting his hands behind his head with a smirk, “Get back to work. I want to feel my cum flood you.”


Fareeya glared down at him, but planted her hands on either side of his head. She closed her eyes as she began to rock back and forth along his length. Her body pressed against him as she ground herself on his shaft. All the while her inner walls flexed and pressed against his cock in an attempt to milk him quicker. Despite her efforts, Tal’zod knew she was working more for herself than him yet again. Her rolling hips allowed her clit to press against his pelvis, providing her with more pleasure than he would get from the rhythmic motion. Normally he would revel in the fact she was trying to subtly get herself off once more. However, he was tired of her playing safe and instead smacked her ass harder this time, before saying, “Dat’s enough fun for you for da moment, darling.”


Her eyes shot open as she scowled down at him, “I am not having fun, Master.”


He cocked an eyebrow and flexed his shaft once inside her, “I doubt dat, but it don’t matter. I know you know how to get a man off, unless dat husband of yours be worthless.” He cut her off before she could defend her lovers honor, “Just get me off and stop worrying about being gentle. Being subtle about it isn’t going to do ya any good.”


She paused for a moment before rolling her eyes, “Fine.” Then she adjusted herself until her hooves were planted on the bed under her and her hands were pressed against his chest. She pushed firmly, probably harder than they needed to be, before raising her body up and dropping it back down hard on his shaft. The feeling was incredible and her pussy clamped down around his cock as she began to ride him in earnest. It was an amazing sight to behold; the captain of one of the most powerful vessels in existence was naked and bouncing rapidly on his cock, her large breasts jiggling slightly as she dropped down on him over and over again.


“Good girl,” he groaned out, his hands moving to grip her hips in an attempt to help her balance better, “Now don’t hold back ya moans. I know it feels good. Let it out.”


She obeyed, as he knew she would, and began to moan as she dropped down on him. At first they were soft gasps as she pushed down and filled herself with his length. Then they were pants as her body began to cover itself with a soft sheen of sweat. By the time Tal’zod felt his peak approaching, her mouth was hanging open and her moans were coming out with ragged breaths as her pussy soaked his crotch with her juices. Part of him wished he would have kept her husband on the line a bit longer. Seeing her a moaning mess while riding him in earnest would have made this moment even sweeter.


Tal’zod held off his release for as long as he could, determined to give the captain as much time filled up by his cock as he could manage. But when he felt her slam down hard and her pussy clench him tightly in another climax, he found he could not hold back a second longer. As her hooves gave out under her and she sat with her master hilted inside of her, shaking and crying out with her orgasm, he let go and flooded her insides. His cock spasmed and twitched inside of her, spraying his seed deep into her. She was so far gone in her own bliss that she did not even react to his pulsing cock potentially impregnating her.


They sat there for a while, riding out their combined climax, before Fareeya collapsed forward onto him. He slipped half way out of her as she fell forward and lay against him, her eyes blank as she continued to experience what was no doubt an intense orgasm. He moved his head to avoid her large horns as she rested herself against his chest and her breasts pressed into him. He had not seen any woman cum as hard as she had before.


“Seems like ya needed dat, eh?” He said after a few moments. 


She blinked and her eyes came back into focus as he spoke to her. Then she blushed a deep scarlet and set her jaw into that familiar stern expression, “N-no. My husband gives me plenty.”


He grinned, “Tell me, truthfully. Does he?”


She said nothing, just stared off at the opposite all. It was enough to confirm his suspicions and make him chuckle, “Well den, I’m sorry I waited so long to get to ya. I’m sure you were waiting for a good fuck.”


“You didn’t give me a good fuck,” she said defiantly. There was a slight smirk on her face as she added, “I did give you an excellent one.”


Tal’zod nodded, “Yes, you did.” He rubbed her ass lightly, just enjoying the feeling of himself slowly pulling out of her as he relaxed. Eventually though she began to squirm, looking nervous and guilty all at the same time. Tal’zod slapped her ass and said, “Up now, darling. One final thing before I’m done wit ya.”


She rolled off the bed and stood straight for him, looking down at his crotch and twitching her mouth slightly, “You aren’t going to make me clean you, are you?”


He narrowed his eyes at her, “Usually when you girls ask things like dat I make you do it, you know.”


She swallowed and murmurred, “I’m aware.”


Tal’zod considered her for a moment. Did the most powerful woman on this ship want to clean his cock? She was completely aware of his methods, obviously, yet still managed to ask the question. He was sorely tempted to let her. Loas knew she needed to relax a bit more. Chances are she was stuck up and proper by necessity for her position but deep down was kinky as hell. He swung his legs out and stood up, his tall frame still pushing himself a few inches above the Lightforged, “If you want it dat bad, you need to ask me for it.”


There it was. That spark of hesitation in her golden eyes as she looked away. Part of her wanted it. Part of her probably enjoyed it. The rest of her merely grunted and said, “No, sir, I don’t want it. What I want is this to be over.”


He could have forced her, but he suspected that was what she wanted him to do. Forcing her would have been the culpable way for her to deal with it. She would have enjoyed herself and still have been able to claim to the others and possibly even dilute herself into thinking it had been him forcing her. Tal’zod would not be a scapegoat for this woman to get her pleasure and not feel guilty about it.


“Den over it is. What I need from you is to put out an order for da ship. No more clothing for da women for da rest of da week, got it?”


She nodded, “Yes, sir.” before moving back over to the desk. Tal’zod watched her tail swish as she moved and her ass jiggle with each step. She turned her head back to look at him, her face stern but her eyes searching as she glanced back to say, “Will there be anything else, Master?”


He turned to leave, gathering up his robe, “I actually will require something from you later. Come by my quarters.”


She frowned, “Is it something I can help you with now?” She obviously didn’t like the idea of walking the ship and showing that she was heading to his room.


“No,” he said, “I need to get da plan together first. Tonight, my room. Don’t make me wait.”


He could feel her eyes tracking him as he left. As soon as the door was closed he looked back at the room, smirking to himself. He knew she was excited, maybe even hopeful, that he would take her again. He might too, but he had another reason to bring her in tonight. He had a goal for his final day on the Vindicaar and he wanted to get the details put together now. Until then though, he had quite a few of the women left to explore.


When he passed by the first Lightforged in the hallway a few minutes later, he was surprised to find she was already naked. As he commanded the woman to drop to her knees and ordered her to clean the combined cum off his shaft, he had to hand it to the captain. She sure was efficient.