With Seth gone, Jad disrobed, resting his clothing neatly in a corner of the cave that seemed relatively dry. He then arranged the women in a line, side by side, their backs resting on the rock floor. He was very careful with them because any scrapes or bruises could potentially ruin their beautiful skin. He made a rough mattress against one of the cave walls, from their accumulated clothing.

Now, where to start?

He considered this and decided to begin with the whore. Meredith, they had called her. He laid her on the lumpy pile of clothing and straddled her chest. As he put his weight on her, a thin stream of water, mixed with cum, trickled from the side of her mouth.

He brushed wet strands of hair away from face. So beautiful. He recalled how cocky she had acted at first. And then how nervous she had become at the end. Nothing to be nervous about now.

He leaned down and grabbed her breasts. They were soft and still warm. Large but not too big--the perfect size for his hands. He caressed then as he began to get hard.

He stroked himself with one hand while he continued to knead her breasts, squeezing gently. He ran his palm across their surface, flicking the erect nipples as he came to them.

It was a little awkward but he sidled up closer to her face and pressed his dick between her breasts. He had to use both hands to press them together but they were big enough to encircle his penis. He humped against her chest until his back grew tired from the position.

Time for someone else, he though.

He carefully returned her, Meredith, to where she had been before. He then tenderly lifted the Southerner in his arms and laid her on the makeshift bed. Her name was Callissa, if he wasn’t mistaken.

She was beautiful in a very different way. No hair blocked his view of her face, since she kept it so short. Practical. She had been so energetic. So strong. There was no energy left in her now.

He scrutinized her body. Toned and athletic. He ran a hand over her brown skin, which was surprisingly smooth, despite her rough profession. There was very little fat beneath her skin.

He turned her over, onto her stomach and leaned his back against the rock wall. Grabbing her shoulders, he moved her head up to his crotch. He rested her cheek on his thigh and lightly brought her lips to the side of his penis. He reached down, pulled out her tongue and pressed that against his erection as well. He gently moved her head up and down, licking and kissing his shaft.

He stretched forward and grabbed one of her arms. Her fingers were thin and delicate. Her nails were unpainted and cut short. The temperature in cave was fairly warm, but this extremity of hers had begun to cool as the water on her skin evaporated. He rubbed her hand in his to bring warmth back to it. Holding her hand in his own, he brought it to his erection and grasped it firmly. Under his power, she stroked him while she continued to lick and kiss him. He pushed her head lower, to his balls, and she licked and kissed those too.

When he grew tired of this, he moved her arm back to her side and grabbed her head with both hands. Carefully avoiding her teeth, he brought her mouth down to his penis. He slowly inserted the head and then worked his way further and further down her throat. He had to adjust the angle of her head but he eventually managed to push in the whole thing, her lips pressed against his pubic hair, her tongue resting against the base of his balls.

With soft, slow strokes she pleasured him with her mouth. It was a relaxing position and he was certain that he could soon finish this way. But he wanted to give everyone a try.

He withdrew from her mouth, knelt to pick her up, and returned her to her place in the line.

His next selection was the captain’s widow. Elowyn. Her name had only been mentioned once, but he had taken note of it. He liked to know their names. It made them more special.

She had faced her fate with a sort of resigned stoicism. He knelt beside her and traced lines in her face, following the paths of wrinkles at her eyes and mouth. She had had a longer life than the others. He hoped she had been grateful for that.

She was a little stockier than the others but, thanks to the bracers, Jad had little difficulty in positioning her the way he wanted on the mattress of clothing: on her knees with her face flat against the floor and her ass pointing up in the air.

Arranged thusly, he paused and dug in his backpack, producing a Potion of Endure Elements. Its intended effect of resisting the discomforts of extreme temperatures was useful, at times. But, at the moment, he used it for its other notable property: a highly effective lubricant.

He drizzled a small amount of the fluid on his penis and poured more on her welcoming vagina. He took up his position behind her and slid himself in.

She wasn’t particularly tight but that was okay. Unlike Callissa, she had plenty of meat on her bones, so to speak, and Jad held her well-cushioned hips tightly as he pounded into her. The slaps of their meeting flesh echoed through the cave.

He fondled her ass cheeks and looked down to watch as his dick buried itself into her, again and again. He spread the cheeks wide, flaring out her anus. She seemed clean so he pulled out of her vagina and, in a single thrust, penetrated her ass.

This was, unsurprisingly, a lot tighter. He slowed his excited pace to a more leisurely one. There was, after all, still one course left to this meal.

There was one last thing to do with sweet Elowyn, though. He reached down and grabbed the thick braid of her auburn hair. Water it had soaked up fell out as he squeezed it. Pulling back on it, he managed to lift her upper body off of the ground. By leaning to one side, he could see her generous breasts hanging down and swinging back and forth as he pounded her ass. It was almost too much to handle…

But he managed to control himself and his humping soon slowed to a stop. He carefully relaxed his hold on her hair, setting her back down. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her and carried her back to the line of women.

Finally. The blonde one. The stowaway. He hadn’t caught her name, he realized with disappointment. She had been acting up and had to go in a little abruptly. She was still special nonetheless.

He noticed that Seth had torn open the top of her dress and he frowned at this, jealous that he hadn’t been the one to first expose her supple, petite breasts. He gently lifted her from the ground. She was heavier than he had expected, due to the added weight of her wet dress. He considered removing it but he actually liked the way it looked on her. It gave her some personality. It was a simple garment and, in a way, it seemed to enhance her youthfulness.

He rested her on the pile of clothing, bunching up a wad of someone’s dress to prop up her head. He spread her legs widely and hiked up her dress, revealing her girlish, thin calves and thighs. She wore white panties--simple and unornamented, like her dress. These would get in the way. His lust was making him impatient and so, instead of pulling them off, he gripped and tore apart the fabric, tossing the ruined cloth to the side. He quickly took up his position between her legs and, leaning forward, entered her.

He had hoped that she might be a virgin but he hadn’t expected too much in this regard. She was young, but was certainly an adult. Pretty young women like her didn’t stay virgins for long. He penetrated her without the distinctive barrier of a hymen. No big deal. She was still very tight, regardless.

Most men spoke of the missionary position as the most basic and boring of sexual positions. But, to Jad, it was the most enticing. He greedily attacked her breasts with his tongue as he started to hump. He licked the skin all around her chest, tasting mostly salty ocean water but also an unmistakable flavor of clean flesh. He flicked her nipples with his tongue and continued on up to her neck. He buried his face in her matted, still-wet hair as he licked and then nibbled at her earlobe.

He sat up on his elbows and stared deeply into her eyes. Bright blue and unfocused, they perfectly reflected her current restive state. She had been so scared, so nervous. He gently kissed her soft, full lips--pink before, but now a light shade of purple. There was nothing to be afraid of now. No worries of any kind.

He was ready to finish.

He quickly pulled out and climbed on top of her chest. With only two strokes, he blew his load across her unflinching face. It had been a while and so he continued to jerk as more strands of cum flew at her. When he was finally finished, he looked down to survey his handiwork. One streak of cum had crossed her lips, covering their purple with pearly white. Others had settled in her hair, barely distinguishable from her light blonde locks. But the largest glob had landed directly in her left eye. Its blue tint was still distinguishable, even through the small pool of semen.

Jad repositioned himself on his side, embracing her closely. He rested his head on her chest and nuzzled against it, catching his breath. He could hear the beat of his heart in his ears and, for a moment, it almost seemed like it could have been hers.

He peered up at the mouth of the cave. He would have to return to the ship with Seth once it grew dark but there was plenty of daylight left. Plenty of time for another couple of rounds with these nice ladies.

But he was in no rush to start up again. He closed his eyes and held the nameless blonde woman tightly, all his worries forgotten. For now, he too was at peace.