Lesbian pirates and the intern. Part 1.

Captain Eclipse Dune. image obtained from forums.thesims.com

Captain Eclipse Dune. image obtained from forums.thesims.com

(Warning. This is a two part story cut into several pieces. They contain sexual intercourse and references to perversions of science. You have been warned. You can skip to later chapters if this disturbs you.)

The intense rain actually helped the druids in their rituals. The ancient fellowship had spent thousands of years study and perfecting the art, and a little rain was not going to break their focus.

Five invisible strings of power manipulated and fed the oak, not perverting the tree but merely guiding its growth.

Seamless walls rose, leaves turned into shingles; cloud blue sap bleed from the naked wood, not just acting as paint but a flame retardant lacquer

An hour later their work lay finished.

Now the tree house needed only to grow and wait for some dryad child to take nest. The result would be a house that grew rooms independently and could adapt to its owners, it would also serve to be the outer flesh of a second life form.

The druid’s main leader approached the carriage which stood close by, “Your office…” he was interrupted by a loud giggle from inside and a harsh moan. He noticed that an audible sound of a tongue licking across something wet.

The druid shook his head, ‘Dark Elves.’ he thought and tried to calm himself. “Your office is habitable, my lady.”

Thank you.” Came a loud cry from inside along with deep pants followed. “What about my lady’s house? The long day has taken its toll on her frail body.”

The druid raised an eyebrow, his imagination going wild over what had just transpired inside the carriage. The voice had a strong accent another might think of as Walsh.

Trying to act professional the druid continued. “We have set up a small room used for storage. The ground are not fertile my ladies. The soil’s PH levels are high while the sodium levels…”

Yes, yes. The place is shite.” Came the women, not interested in the details.

Captain Eclipse Dune was a women of action and not excesses, which was why men did not last long in her favour.

The druid gave a bow. “Then I take my leave, my ladies. Hopefully in a year or two we can provide a dryad to your services.”

Inside the carriage Peppercorn pulled herself away from her captain’s wet and tasty sex, licking her lips and breathing deeply.

Eclipse had a large surge of frustration in her and had needed to be satisfied five times before she was willing to allow the High Elf to come up for air, her attempts to steal a single coin of gold had failed. The escort was far too guarded and witches were not the type of people you crossed on a whim.

The High Elf took out an embroidered hanky to clean her lover’s juices from her mouth. “Are you sure this is going to work?”

A heavy breathing Dark Elf opened the door to the world outside, allowing damp air to clear out the stench of sex and frustration. “Definitely.”

Not only was Peppercorn the right age and carried much of the same physical traits as Maween Tabhair Suas but the woman had been an absolute nightmare.

The administrator had an extreme habit of being a parasite, focusing her subordinates to perform the hard work while reaping the rewards.

But what about her… My family?” Peppercorn argued while smiling to the warehouse workers.

Eclipse directed the men to the trunks which contained the late Maween’s belongings. “Oh, they aren’t going to be a problem.”

The Tabhair Suas had been one of many noble houses to have suffered from the events months ago. Losses that made Maween’s poor, poor siblings and cousins very rich, and very paranoid.

Sadly, Maween was a casualty of the great game of nobility and power struggles.

It seemed almost destiny. The moment Maween came into port Eclipse got the contract and cashed in on it.

After Mister Soot’s visit a message from Raithlen island came and the Family of Debt worked out the fine details with Maween’s delightful family, who were very sad to hear their loving cousin had lost an eye on the road and was willing to forfeit her rights to the family’s fortune for her career as a trader.

Yes, it seem that the stars themselves had aligned in Eclipse’s way, it was just too bad about Jessy’s gold.

The two women entered the newly grown trading outpost and were overwhelmed with the essence of oakwood. It wasn’t an unpleasant aroma but Eclipse preferred the salt air of the sea.

Peppercorn admired what would be her new home. It was spacious compared to the tiny cabin she and her lover shared, but it lacked… something.

But I don’t know anything about running a trade port.” Peppercorn argued. Unlike all her lover’s other schemes this one relied too much on her ability to not to screw up.

Which she had already failed at when that swine Stuart noticed that she was comfortable with turning her head when she had recently been blinded.

That’s the beauty of it.” Eclipse said before she had directed the warehouse workers to the office.

She spoke softly and smiled as she waved the men goodbye when they were done. “Maween only knows how to suck cocks and sign her name, and she can’t even do that well. She throws everything at her assistants, including kissing the nobility’s arses.”

Already Peppercorn had experience in forging documents, a trick the Dark Elf taught her with delicious punishments.

Captain Eclipse was a huge fan of the carrot and the stick, to her it was all about which hole you shoved them in.

Maween still wasn’t certain of this and tried desperately to find a hole in her lover’s plan. “Then why would Mortimer Collective send her… me here?”

Don’t know.” Eclipse shrugged. “Maybe Maween sucked the wrong lord’s cock.”

Both women admired the main office and what would be their bedroom till better accommodation suited themselves. “I think I’m going to go insane.” Eclipse said, she liked undercover work as much as the next pirate but to play the honest trader? Without a bar fight or a man to gut?

Peppercorn rubbed Eclipse’s belly as if she were stroking a kitten. “It will be fine. You have me, and you can gut Stuart.”

Aww.” Eclipse groaned and kissed Peppercorn on the mouth. “If only.”

While John desired nothing more but to see the group murder goblins, Stuart acted like that bastard kid on the playground who used a stick to look up girl’s dresses.

His main focus seemed to be teasing Lieutenant Kollkie, a woman who in Eclipse opinion needed the mother of all fuckings.

The one sided flirtation and the game quickly ended when the Lieutenant Kollkie stabbed Stuart’s character in the back and kicked him off a cliff to hide the evidence, which caused mouths to drop in the entire room.

It was not the typical actions one would expect from a army girl who was on the clock.

Stuart’s revenge was equally entertaining. When he used that magic mirror of his to swap the head of a nude women with Kollkie’s and then showed the image to her subordinates, asking if they would like a couple of posters on their walls so they could give the Lieutenant a rising salute every morning.

Peppercorn. image obtained from https://www.pinterest.com/ddnerd1/dd-2/

Peppercorn. image obtained from https://www.pinterest.com/ddnerd1/dd-2/

When Peppercorn told Eclipse of this the Dark Elf could take no more and laughed harder than she could remember.

In the end a red faced Kollkie snapped, as far as anyone knew Stuart was still in that cell, nursing a black eye and being held for undisclosed crimes. His magic mirror confiscated as evidence.

It took an exhausting two hours for both pirates to finish setting up their makeshift bedroom.

Halfway through a knock could be heard from the office door.

Captain Eclipse readied her dagger, an instant brought on by a century of being one step away from a cut throat. “Who is it?”

It’s Enzo Ruiz, Ma’am. I’m your lady’s new personal assistant.” Came a male’s voice on the other side, his accent having a hint of Italian American.

Both elven woman looked at each other, unsure about this recent development. “Just a minute.” Peppercorn called out.

There was no time to converse, all Eclipse and Peppercorn could do was stare at each other. This was the moment of no return.

If this didn’t work Eclipse would have no choice to kill this man and drag their friend back to their ship, avoiding soldiers and bounty hunters.

A nod from Peppercorn and their fate was sealed.

Eclipse opened the door making sure the knife was hidden behind her back, ready to plunge it into the foreigner, “Come in.” she smiled.

The individual who entered the office was a cat. That was to say he looked to be a eighteen year old human with a set of cat ears and a long tabby tail.

While Eclipse was fixated on the cat man’s butler like attire and white mane which had been decorated in a long thick braid, Peppercorn made an effort to slowly drink in the white haired tabby visage and could not help but think Yummy.

The foreigner who called himself Enzo performed a bow. “I’m sorry we could not met earlier, Lady Tabhair Suas.”

Peppercorn raised her hand to Enzo, “Call me Pepper. I never really liked Maween.” she would have preferred Sexy but it was best to start civil.

Lady Tabhair Suas.” Eclipse growled not liking this improvisation.

Peppercorn waved her lover’s anger away, expecting to get a severe scolding later. No one would ever believe Peppercorn was a Maween, Maween sounded like the name you gave a homely lamb.

While holding back a predator’s smile, Peppercorn targeted the lost little kitty cat that crossed her path. “So Enzo. What do you know about me?”

Like a solider who had just been given an order Enzo spoke clearly, still slightly unschooled in the elven language, “Not much. Just that you might need some help with some paper work. Um…” he turned to Eclipse, unsure to continue. “And you have your own assistant.”

There was a click as Captain Eclipse bolted the door which she had recently installed.

So far Enzo was behaving better than expected, but Peppercorn was not sticking to the script and there was always a chance. Already Peppercorn had acted incorrectly.

High Elves, especially those of high rank would never allow a subordinates to address them in such an informal manner.

Is that going to be a problem, Enzo?” Eclipse asked.

N.no.” Enzo stuttered. “In my world it’s common for people of the same sex to get married. I am surprised people are so open about it in this world, that’s all.”

Both elvish women stared at each other, unsure how to take this new hint of information.

They aren’t.” Eclipse said a matter of factly.

Enzo lowered his head. “Oh… Um. You don’t have to worry about it, Ma’am. I can be discreet.”

Peppercorn licked her lips. The kitty cat was just so adorable and was clearly naïve about this world’s taboos, “I suppose I had best interview you. “she held back the order for Enzo to drop his britches.

Once again Enzo bowed, unsure how to show his respect and going for a generic formality. “Yes, Pepper. If you want I can set up your new desk and chair.”

So eager to please, Peppercorn was starting to see the pros of her new station.

After Enzo left to gather his superior’s office equipment, Peppercorn nearly tackled Eclipse to the ground. “Can we keep him? Can we?”

No.” Eclipse said firmly, her memories still fresh from the last time Peppercorn wanted a pet.

The High Elf nearly cried as Eclipse tugged harshly at her ear. “And what was that Pepper stunt?”

But I hate the name Maween. I’ll never keep it straight.” Peppercorn’s one good eye frowned. “And seeing that you’re my assistant, I was thinking on paying you on how many times you get me off a day.”

Slut.” Eclipse growled and pushed the High Elf girl away just in time for Enzo’s return.

The cat man appeared to be dragging in a large box made from parchment with alien script all over it. The box in question contained the unassembled desk.

Both Peppercorn and Eclipse watched from the sidelines as Enzo began to put together the desk that should have taken hours of sanding, nailing, and lacquering but finished in under ten minutes.

To the women the desk was more a jigsaw puzzle than a piece of furniture.

All done.” Enzo called out not even breathing a sweat, “Let me just get the chairs.” not bothering to ask permission to leave the cat-man ran to get the rest of the furniture.

Peppercorn nearly exploded, “I have a desk. I have a desk Ecl… Legen.”

This correction didn’t seem to lower Peppercorn’s enthusiasm, she never had a desk before, she had been bent over a number of them, but never had she owned one.

The desk may have been crap but the chair Enzo dragged in made Eclipse’s heart race. Wood the colour of chocolate, leather that had a reflective polish to it, and remarkable of all, the thing was supported by wheels.

Hang on.” Enzo called. Before Peppercorn could sit the cat-man dragged in two more chairs that had an extreme lack of wheels.

The High Elf nearly hit orgasm as the soft cushion moulded itself to her behind. Forget the desk, the chair was where the action was.

She bit her lip, desperate to play with the mechanism that allowed it to spin around. Her eye caught the handle to the side.

What does this…” She tugged on the lever and suddenly screamed as she thought her bum crashed through the ground.

You okay, lady Tabhair Suse?” Eclipse called in concern.

The chair is adjustable.” Enzo said and instructed Peppercorn on how to make it suit her.

As Peppercorn played with the handle and shrivel function, Eclipse thought it best to proceed with the interview, all the while she calculated how much she could hock the crazy chair. “So, may I ask what you do at the glass tower, Mister Ruiz?”

It’s just Enzo, Ma’am.” He lowered his head and appeared to be in a state of embarrassment. “And I can guess you could say that I was a sex slave.”


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