Seth had high expectations for this one. To his understanding, she was a sort of on-board prostitute--a designated pleasure woman for the merchant vessel’s crew. He wondered is she might have any nasty diseases but he pushed this from his mind as she swam toward him.

Her breasts were quite impressive. Not as large as the widow’s but they seemed smoother and more taut with youth. Her waves of inky black hair fanned out behind her as she moved forward.

She started up right away, grabbing his dick and stroking it dexterously. Her grip was strong and she twisted her wrist as she moved her hand up and down. She brought her other arm around, to hold herself in place. She gripped his ass firmly but soon brought that hand down and began to fondle his balls. Definitely an expert.

Once she had established a steady rhythm, she began to use her mouth, bobbing her head in time with the stroking of her hand. Her long hair rippled behind her as she moved.

It felt amazing. But not as good as the Southerner’s tight pussy, he thought to himself, glancing at her body, floating listlessly at the edge of the pool. Not as deep.

He looked down and, through the mess of wavy black hair, watched her suck. She had pressed her hand against her lips, giving the feeling of deep penetration while only having to take the first inch or so of his dick into her mouth. In this way, she managed to work almost the full length of his dick.

She had managed to hold out for a fair amount of time, so far. To her credit, her movements had remained strong and consistent, without a sign of distress or desperation. But she couldn’t hold out for much longer.

He felt himself nearing climax and hefted his dagger in preparation. She might actually do it. But he wanted more. He wanted it deeper.

He grabbed a handful of her dark tresses, near the base, and held her head as she bobbed back and forth. When he felt the oncoming rush of orgasm, he slammed her head down on his crotch, pushing his penis all the way in. He closed his eyes and let out a water-garbled cry of release as he shot his load into the back of her throat.
He felt a strange tickling at the tip of his dick. At first, he thought that she was trying to bite him but as her grip on his balls slackened, he saw a small stream of bubbles spill from the sides of her mouth. He pulled her head off and the rest of the air was released, rising to the surface. Her dark eyes stared past him and her tongue lolled from the side of her slack jaw. Strands of cum began to diffuse from her open mouth into the surrounding water.

He sighed and relaxed his body, enjoying the simple sensation of floating in the calm, warm waters. He would have liked to see what else she could do with her body but it would have been a pain in the ass to convince the captain to let her back aboard. One less thing to worry about, he supposed.

He surveyed his surroundings. Four women, floating gently, like strands of kelp, in the clear waters of the cave pool. He had sailed far and wide in his time and had seen a number of impressive sunsets, remarkable cities and extraordinary creatures. But there was no sight in the world more beautiful than this.

He broke from his reverie with a troubling thought. The potion only worked for an hour and it was likely that he was approaching that. Not wanting to push it too far, he grabbed his anchor weight and climbed up the side of the pool. The footholds weren’t great, but it worked.

His head broke the surface and he shook the water from his face.

“No winner this time, eh?” Jad asked him. He was seated against the rock wall, cleaning his fingernails with a dagger.

“Just me,” Seth grinned in reply. “I finished the same time she did,” he explained, tossing his dagger aside and then hefting his weight up onto the rock shelf. He then pulled himself out and began to untie the rope at his ankle.

“Ahh, much better,” he sighed, rubbing his foot where the rope had been attached. It was a pain, but necessary to keep him at the proper level in the water. “So, you want ‘em in or out this time?”

Jad considered this.

“Out. If you don’t mind.”

“No problem,” Seth replied, slipping back into the water. It was much easier to navigate down there without the weight. One by one, he untied the women from their anchors and swam to the surface, holding them over his shoulder. Kneeling at the ledge, Jad waited to lift them out. Once the women were out, Seth gathered up the anchors and rope and hauled them out as well. With any luck, they would be needing them again before too long.

Out of the pool, Seth shook the water from his body as best he could and began to dress himself. Once finished, he hefted his backpack and made his way to the cave’s mouth.

“All yours, man,” he said with a backwards wave as he walked away.