They say Morganth is an exiled nobleman. It’s rumoured he was banished for seducing every teenage noblewoman in his town, and taking their maidenhoods all in one night. They say this was part of a great ritual, that granted him vast magical powers – and that he was only sixteen when he accomplished this feat. They say that whenever he takes a ship he will seduce or ravish the most beautiful women, and they inevitably fall in love with him. There are epic poems about his romances.
But other rumours are darker. Some say that when his seed found the wombs of the women of his town they all became sex-crazed harlots, willing to give themselves to any man or woman. Other rumours say that he knocked each of them up with unholy monsters. These stories say he uses the women he captures both for his pleasure and for his dark magics – letting them be raped by demons, or violating them for other blasphemous purposes.
You push yourself to your feet on the slippery deck. Whatever the captain’s nature, your chances of survival and escape will be better in his bed than if you’re being gangbanged by his crew from her to when they sell you as a slave. So, you need to get his attention, and you decide calm defiance would be the best way.
“Captain,” you say, trying to sound arrogant and educated, for it is said he particularly favours nobles. “It seems we must meet in unfortunate circumstances. I am Lady Melena. Perhaps you could escort me to your cabin and we could discuss how to resolve matters.”
He waves a hand and burst of invisible force pushes you down onto the deck. “I think not – peasant slut.” He adds the last two words with a cold emphasis that mocks your attempted deception. “I take only those I consider worthy to serve me personally. Demonstrate that you are a better harlot than the average cheap whore, and I may be moved to see if you have other worthwhile qualities.”
Apparently, the crew are used to this, so without orders they form a circle around you, leering and muttering lewd comments to each other. The cold sea wind hits your damp flesh, chilling you as you wonder what demonstration would catch the captain’s interest. You note that the siren is in the circle with you – perhaps that could help. Coming to a decision, you take a deep breath, and prepare the impress him. |