Pray of Words
Well, that was easy, Charlot thought to herself as Thomas’ clumsy half-drunk tongue was moving around her mouth, it’s not too bad, but at least he’s nice to look at. His pleasant features, his lazy brown eyes and that confident smile. His time at sea has definitely packed him with some muscle. It’s almost sad it’ll have to end tonight.
The evening sea breeze rushed through the Scarlet Siren’s captain quarter as Charlot banged the door open with Thomas’ tongue halfway down her throat. She managed to locate the big clumsy, yet cozy bed, which was a bitch to get in here to begin with, with minimal attention given the tall slender man attached to her face. I should give myself some credit for that one.
“Alrighty, sailor. Gimme a couple of minutes to get out of this uniform and into something less…” Charlot forced out between Thomas’ kisses, pushing him lightly onto the bed.
“Okay? But you do not have to go out of your way for my sake. I am good as it is.” Thomas said, confused as to why the kissing stopped. Yeah, you would like that. First, having your way and then disposing of me, Charlot inwardly cursed.
“No, I want to make tonight special. Give me two minutes.” Charlot threw over her shoulders as she turned towards the bathroom.
“Of course, where are my manners? Take your time. Do you mind if I make myself comfortable here?” Thomas asked, crawling awkwardly backward on his elbows.
“Yes, of course. Make yourself at home.” Charlot replied with a smile so sweet, that she almost threw up. Make yourself comfortable? Well, of course, you want my ship too? He’s so cute though. She felt a bit of confusion thinking in these terms. Charlot had not gotten to this point by being soft. He’s trying to start a mutiny against me! What am I thinking here? He needs to be stopped. But I could have a bit of fun with him first.
Charlot looked down at the blood-pulsing red ruby hanging on a golden chain around her neck, just fitting the upper curve of her busty chest. The ruby itself was the size of a hen egg, it had a mix of dark and light red swirling around inside to the rhythm of her own calm heartbeat. Charlot knew this thing had more hidden inside it. She was not particularly interested in finding out which hidden gems it holded. All though she had discovered a couple of neat trinkets. The red dagger that drains the blood from the victim, the pull of men to her, and shielding from others magic.
For something she found in some ancient ruin, it was delightfully interesting. The only downside was it wanted attention from everyone around it. Jealous little thing, Charlot mused. She had never had any issues getting men’s attention and some women's. She knew they liked how she looked. Charlot never minded that. It made it easier to manipulate and handle the people around her. A voice came from the bed.
“Are you coming?” Who's that? Oh right, Thomas! Shit, I forgot. She hastily recalled. “I’m ready. But gimme a minute, okay? I promise it’ll be worth it.” she purred with an unfamiliar passion.
Charlot jumped out of her uniform and put on a see-through nightgown some creepy old noble had given her in the hopes, she would show him how she looked in it. She had stabbed him with the red dagger and learned about its power. But the nightgown was cute, so she had kept it. Charlot rejoiced to herself over the memory.
As she stepped into the pale moonlight, shined through an open window, her body was perfectly lit up, shadow and light showing all of her firm and soft curves. The shine of her scarlet hair running down her back, her intense brown eye had a red-ish glow to them. I know I look like a goddess Charlot smirked to herself as she saw the look on Thomas’ face as she approached. As he croated “Oh my goddess”. See?
Charlot slowly walked towards him, seeing him physically getting more excited. Yes, that’s it. This will be fun! She mused with glee as she stepped onto the bed and crawled the correct way around towards the increasingly excited Thomas. “Yes, this will do!” she moaned the lust almost too palpable as she mouthed Thomas, not giving him a say in the work to come.
As Charlot moved back and forth, up and down, enjoying the act far more than she could let on, she noticed Thomas reaching for something, while he thought she wasn’t paying attention. But she saw him trying and failing to get ahold of something. I know what you are up to. But I’m not finished yet, so you don’t get to. As she rejoiced in the ecstasy of this act. Charlot was impressed, he might actually last until she’s done. As they continued, she started to chant the ritual right for the sacrifice, it came out as moans of enjoyment. As she almost came, she finished the rights. Her red dagger in her hands above her head, ready to strike. Thomas was fighting back the need, the desperation to ejaculate underneath Charlot's amazing body. He’s almost there! She screamed inwardly with pure passion and excitement.
Charlot let the Red dagger find its target underneath her directly into Thomas’ chest. A soft thud and a confused “Huh” escaped Thomas’s lips as the dagger’s edge pierced his skin and shortly after his heart. But he was still breathing. He could feel how his blood got sucked out of him - the feeling of all life leaving his body.
Charlot stared into his lazy-brown eyes while pressing the crimson red dagger down into Thomas’s chest.
“You are probably wondering what’s happening right now. Did you really think, I wouldn’t know? Ha? Do you really think you can just take what is mine?! HA! This is MY ship! This is MY crew!” She exclaimed in an increasingly loud voice. “ALL of it belongs to ME, do you understand?”
Thomas tried to say something, but his throat was too dry, as if all the liquid in him had been sucked out. The red dagger glowed with a red pulsing light filling the quarter’s interior with a sinister feel, painting Charlot’s face with a mark of disgust and delight. The last thing Thomas saw.
Charlot noticed a pretty well-cared-for stiletto on the floor next to the bed. Definitely not mine. So you’re going to murder me in my bed to take over my ship? And how did you believe that would have worked out? Charlot shook her head.
Charlot crawled off Thomas’ corpse - shrunken, pale, empty. He looked like he had been mummified. Charlot almost threw up, the idea of corpses completely disgusted her. The ruby is lighting up with an unnatural pulsing. “Yes, good. I can feel the blood flowing through me. You did great. As a thank you, I will take care of the body for you.” it came as a whisper from somewhere deep inside the ruby. “Continue and I will reward you greatly”.
“I didn’t do it for you, he was starting a mutiny on my ship. I can’t have that.” Charlot replied in a cold tone while putting on her pants and her jacket. She headed out the door to join her crew’s celebration of another successful takeover of one of the king’s ships. As she left the room, she took a look at her now empty bed. Nobody gets the better of me. No one!
