Page 4 of Viktor at Sea

When I opened my eyes after coming, I saw that Chara’s ass and Erlene’s pussy were both decorated with my milk cum, and a thick, intense wave of guilt washed over me.

The post-nut clarity was real.

How could I be so weak?

Just because I had been dreaming of Astrid every day and night for the three months that I was out at sea didn’t mean she was also thinking of me. Astrid had made it perfectly clear before I left for the latest sea mission, time and time again, that she wasn’t the least bit interested in me.

Yet, why did I feel so guilty?

Why did it feel like I had just betrayed her?

Struggling to swallow the guilt that felt like it had an iron-clad grip around my throat, slowly robbing me of my breath, I quickly cleaned myself up with my tunic, threw it aside and pulled on my trousers.

“Where are you going?” Erlene asked, the desire clear in her eyes as she brazenly rubbed her clit, her breath hitching every few seconds.

“I’m thirsty. I need some water,” I murmured, quickly fastening my trousers.

Seeing as Barden ambushed me with Chara and Erlene almost as soon as I arrived back at my hut after being away for three months, I didn’t have time to fill up the water jugs. The water jugs now provided the perfect excuse to escape both my hut and the two naked women in there who undoubtedly were waiting for me to return for round two.

Seeing as it was the middle of the night, I thought I would be alone with my thoughts while I filled up the jugs at the water fountain.

I was wrong.

I stilled, feeling like the breath had been knocked out of me when I laid eyes on the one person I had missed most whileout at sea. I wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that she was petting her cat and holding up a small cup for the evil creature to drink from like she was some sort of feline royalty. I knew first-hand that the cat was a stray that had turned up one day two years ago, small for even a kitten and extremely malnourished. I had actually been the one to find the evil thing, and instead of putting it out of its misery, I saved it and allowed it to stay with me, planning to nurse it back to health. That plan only lasted a few days as the kitten chose a new owner and frankly, I couldn’t blame it. If it was possible, I would have joined the evil kitten, but alas, her new owner would have sooner drowned than let that happen.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. Not even a word out of her, and she already had me laughing.

Oh, how I had missed my raven-headed siren.

“Excuse me,” I murmured in false pleasantries as I brushed past the woman, my fingers purposely grazing the soft material of her skirt.

“Oh, sorry,” she was quick to apologise, but when she tore her eyes away from the feral creature in her arms whom she had always been so besotted to glance at me, her lips immediately curved into a deep scowl. If she could, she would no doubt take back her apology.

Her scowl deepened while my lips stretched into an even bigger grin.

She was just as I remembered her.

Maybe a little more beautiful, and definitely just as hateful toward me.

I was glad some things hadn’t changed.

She and her little kitty, Kis, had the same midnight black hair. Hers was longer and fuller. Her face was beautifully heart-shaped, her eyes a deep hazel, her eyebrows dark and arched, making it appear as if she was always questioning whoever waslucky enough to speak to her. The long slope of her neck was elegant and smooth, and, not for the first time, I wondered what she tasted like. She wore the same dainty little blue flower necklace I had always seen her wear, tied around her neck on a thin silver chain. I noticed her necklace because the dainty flower was ocean blue–my favourite colour–and brought out the hazel in her eyes.

Her lips were full, and her cupid bow defined, a glorious shade of light red. Darker, and more ruby-like in colour when she wet them with her tongue, which she often did when she was nervous. Like right now.

Astrid Skau, as always, was a sight to behold.

How I had managed to go months without seeing her beautiful face every day, I had no idea.

Well, I wasn’t counting all the nights I spent picturing her while I had some personal time with my left hand.

No amount of water would be enough to quench my thirst. It didn’t help that I missed my mouth, and the water dribbled down my chin and bare chest.

When Astrid’s eyes followed the trail of water, darkening with hunger and desire, I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. The only difference was that Astrid refused to admit it while I embraced it with open, inviting arms.

I had never wanted a woman as much as I wanted Astrid Skau. The harder she scowled at me, the more she pushed me away, claiming that she didn’t want anything to do with me, the more I wanted her. And now that I had caught a of flash desire in her eyes as well, showing me that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, but she was fighting it, I definitely wasn’t going to give up now.

The longer I stared at Astrid, the harder she glared at me, until finally, she turned her back and walked away. I was very tempted to call after her, but the last time I had done that, shehad set her horrid cat at me, and he had scratched at my arms until I stopped. However, I was willing to put up with all the cat scratches in the world and so much more if it meant I had a shot with Astrid. But not tonight.

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