Page 3 of Viktor at Sea

“Josephine is clearly talking about Astrid Skau,” Garth snorted, never one to pass up an opportunity to make fun of me.

“I’m not looking for Astrid Skau,” I firmly denied, but I wasn’t convincing anyone. Not even myself. “Out of curiosity, what do you mean Astrid isn’t here?” I asked, my tongue suddenly feeling very dry and heavy. “Has she moved away with her family?”

I tried to ignore the panic that filled my body from the bottom up, climbing higher and higher until it wrapped its cold, bony fingers around my throat, squeezing tight and making it impossible to breathe.

“Don’t worry. Your Astrid hasn’t moved away,” Barden snorted with laughter, reaching across the table to pour himself a glass of water. “She’s just been away for the past week visiting her uncle and aunt two islands over. Her father went to pick herup today. Since they’re not back yet, they’re probably staying the night.”

I tried not to exhale in relief, not wanting to give these people any more ammo to make fun of me, but I was far too obvious for my own good.

“So, do you want to know if my letter about all the bounty we’ve brought back with us is true?” I asked, ignoring the knowing looks they all sent me, very aware that this was a sneaky tactic to change the subject. Either way, it worked, and the conversation changed to stories from our time at sea and all the bounty we had brought back. However, my mind still lingered on a certain sharp-tongued woman I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for the past three months.

It was disappointing that I wouldn’t see her today, but after being away at sea for three months, what was one more day?

CHAPTER TWO

“What do you say, Viktor? Will these two do?” Barden asked me with a sleazy, knowing grin on his face.

I exhaled a long, tired breath and ran my thumb along my bottom lip.

“I’m not sure, Chief. I’m not really in the mood.”

“Not in the mood for two young, fine, willing women? What’s wrong with you?” Barden snorted and pushed the two women toward me. “I must insist that you take these two beautiful women home with you. Besides, it’s not like you’re married, right?”

I pursed my lips. “Right.”

Barden didn’t give me much of a chance to complain as he ushered the two willing women into my hut and slammed the door shut.

It wasn’t the first time that Barden offered us single seamen a choice of the willing women when we returned from a mission. I was usually more than happy to take him up on the offer, but things were a little different this time.

For one, I had never been offered two women simultaneously before, but I guess since we returned with double our usual bounty this time, Barden was rewarding me with two women.I had made him very, very happy and he was now looking to return the favour.

And two, my cock just wasn’t in the game like it usually was. It didn’t even twitch at the sight of the two beautiful, scantily-clad women in front of me, both looking like they couldn’t wait to devour me.

“Ladies, thank you for coming, but I’m really tired tonight. I hope you understand.” I forced a smile and chuckled awkwardly. “I’m more than happy to walk you back to your huts.”

“We’re more than happy to do all the work, Captain Viktor,” the shorter, blonde woman on my left giggled, sharing a knowing look with her friend on my right. She had darker hair, tanner skin, curves for days and was a little taller–though still several inches shorter than me.

As beautiful as these two women were, I much preferred women with black hair.

“That’s right,” the darker-haired woman giggled. “You can just lay back and relax, and allow us to do all the work. Let us take care of you, Captain.”

I shook my head. “Thank you for the gracious offer, but–”

The words of protest died on my tongue when one woman rose on her tiptoes to claim my mouth while the other dropped to her knees to pull down my trousers and eagerly suck the tip of my cock into her mouth. I immediately moved to push them both away, but my actions swiftly halted when a flash of midnight black entered my mind, and for a moment, I thought it was hazel eyes looking back at me.

My hand fisted her dark locks as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock, taking more of me down her throat each time until her nose brushed against the soft wisps of my pubic hair. Her name rolled off the tip of my tongue in a guttural moan, and I tugged harder on her hair, forcing her to hold me deep down her throat for a long moment.

“My name is Chara,” the blonde giggled, the sound of her voice snapping me out of my daze.

The dark-haired woman pulled her mouth off my cock with a pop to say, “And I’m Erlene.”

Disappointment washed over me when I realised that I was lying on my back on the bed with the two women towering over me, working hard and competing to pleasure me when this entire time, I had been thinking of the woman who haunted my dreams. A curly, raven-haired siren with hazel eyes that peered directly into my soul and a tongue so sharp and humour so witty that I was never short of entertainment whenever she was around.

Before I could re-iterate to the women that I didn’t require their companionship tonight, Chara had already mounted me like a horse and Erlene was rubbing her wet pussy all over my chest, in desperate need of friction to get herself off.

My pleasure was laced with guilt as the women took turns to fuck me, and the entire time, all I could picture was hazel eyes and black, bouncy curls. When I flipped Chara and Erlene onto their backs to take charge of the fucking, I imagined that it was the woman of my dreams in their place. It was the only way I could take pleasure from these women despite being away at sea and accustomed to only my hand for the past three months.

Prioritising only my own pleasure, I took from the women whatever they willingly offered me. When I felt my balls tighten and my cock twitch in the tell-tale way it did when I was close to coming, I pulled out of Chara and took turns slapping it against both of their wet pussy lips. When I fell over the edge while pumping my cock, I pictured plump, ruby lips, black bouncy curls and that wicked smirk she gave me whenever she out-witted me.

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