The Argo & Desolate Sands

[Bloodedge]

How strange. Jason hadn't been around those who took such free interest in sexual endeavors for at least a few centuries. A giggle in response to a firm slap on the ass was, therefore, quite a different experience for the Argonaut. He'd come to expect a yelp or a cheer, but this implication of enjoyment was somehow more satisfying to hear. What's more, she verbalized looking forward to what he'd so recently claimed. "Maybe," he replied in that same light-hearted manner. It was rather interesting that he could be so relaxed in conversation, considering how he always was when Kolin involved herself.

Soon after he entered the tub, he had a very interesting thing to behold. Eyes that were closed in a moment of relaxation, unlidded themselves to the immediate sight of... well, several pounds of supple flesh pressed against his torso. Oh? Was she simply going to ride him again? Such a thing happening underwater would be new, but there was hardly a massive thrill. The water felt a bit closer to the consistency of milk or something, but that alone wasn't too odd either. Ah, but those fingers were moving along his body as if she were a blind woman seeking a mental image of what she felt. What she spoke of in the meantime, was some manner of spoiling. Was this massage to be counted as such? Or perhaps, it was actually the subtle rubbing of her soft and fleshy form upon his more rigid body? Either way, Jason was as enticed as ever. There was hardly a thing this woman could present as an idea, that he didn't want to experience for himself. "Go ahead. It's already spoiling when you keep bringing me these new ideas."

[Apollymi]

A maybe offered in response to an ask of a promise was to be considered high praise from Jason. At least this was how Nerys saw it. She was indeed, quite freely interested in her sexual endeavors, but her joy in moments like these was quite new to her as well. She spent all of her spare time seducing women until Kolin had gotten rid of most of them within the kingdom. Imagine how bored, someone like Nerys had been for the duration of Kolin's reign. Oh well, they were past that part now, and Jason was always so interested in the things she did. She could hardly be inclined to stop herself from showing him all the wonders he missed. And given his very specific lodgings he missed out on the... luxury and romance of hedonism. But that was no problem, Nerys could offer both of those things so, she'd introduce him to that sort of fun.

"Oh? If you consider just that spoiling... life is about to get truly interesting♥~" mentioned the ashen haired mage. She'd been given her permission which she always sought in moments like these, and having it granted she shifted slightly. Strange though it might have been, it wasn't anything particularly sexual she was about to do. She began moving once more after rubbing his shoulders for a few moments longer. She'd then lean his head back and begin pouring one of the bottles onto his scalp. She'd take her time after this massaging his scalp leaning over his head, treating that sand blasted hair to some major upkeep. All the while her massive rack would be pressing against his face resting. Something about this was oddly satisfying, it was still a tease though, the softness of her body was still rubbing against his and she seemed to be getting herself going. It was completely lost upon her that she was exactly the sort of wife she claimed to be looking for, and she was content to offer some new comfort to Jason while teasing herself up to asking for that one treatment she wanted.

[Bloodedge]

Just as he expected, there was more to come. Clearly this would always be the case; Nerys would impress again and again without fail. This would be no simple massage, but the sort of experience one would expect royalty to receive. Actually... as she rubbed all of his built-up stress away bit by bit, he remembered expectations of being king from much earlier in life. Such luxury was a thing he very much looked forward to, but it all collapsed along with his dreams of ruling a nation. All of that happened because of one grave error that he'd since sworn to never make again. Little did Jason know, he was already in the process of doing just that. Perhaps this one would work out differently, or perhaps he'd realize what was happening before it was too late to turn back.

Well, there was one thing he couldn't turn back from no matter how much he tried. His head was leaned back, and he did nothing to fight it. What was she doing? Was she... washing his hair? Ah yes, so it was soap! No... no, this liquid was a bit different from what he felt in the water. Whatever the case, it was a divine feeling indeed, thwarted only by the soft mounds pressed into his face. One could think a newborn babe nestling in its mothers bosom was living the best life it would ever have, if it happened to never experience this sensation again. Could this have been why breasts were considered an appealing thing? Jason had never considered why before now. The answer of his very manhood would be 'yes' as it throbbed beneath the water, and in fact beneath Nerys herself. Which thing was he to focus on? He couldn't tell, but he would enjoy every sensation with a contented sigh. He supposed, after all, he could simply be this open desert's equivalent to a king. That would do while he was without his utopia, and the attentions of Nerys would seemingly grant him the sensation of being such.

[Apollymi]

Nerys knew the love of breasts like no other, in fact her own body had been created with the exact idea in mind. So, she had no surprise at all when Jason sighed contentment into the mass of her bosom. How nice to see such satisfaction obviously playing across his face. She found herself looking a bit more directly as she worked on the man's scalp, eventually her body straddled his own as she aimed to make sure she touched the entirety of his head. Having gotten through all of his hair she was content and since this shampoo was dry it required no rising when it was done. It was left shiny light and clean, unworn by the desert sun and sands. "Should I take this silence to mean you're pleased?" she asked as she aimed to settle just a bit but not in a way that would stop what they were doing.

She leaned back from his face in the moment and found herself studying him. He was actually quite attractive... she'd not really thought about what it would be like to think as such. It was kind of embarrassing actually, to think about, that blush on her face would never properly settle now would it? No. Probably not. Actually, she now found herself studying his face in a strange way. She settled in front of him a finger tracing his jaw, her eyes locked on his lips. He had a nice looking mouth... and she'd talked him through foreplay in a previous bout. But in her days since joining the Argo she'd not seen this man's mouth engaged in an action that wasn't spitting or speech. She wondered gently what it'd be like to kiss him. He was quite aggressive as a person, she imagined he would always be that. Oh, she was quite curious... was this something to question? Actually the more she thought about it, the more she decided it would be fun... soft and romance were missing from this man. A make-out in slippery water was bound to be fruitful, another small amendment to the plan at hand if she happened to get her way in this. "Captain, do you give kisses? I'd really want one... looking at your face like this makes me really need one. Can I?" she begged, so honestly one might have thought she was under some sort of enchantment. Her face was really close to his now, she looked like she was rather close to taking one regardless of what he said, but she wouldn't... no Nerys was quite patient.

[Bloodedge]

The rubbing sensation against his scalp was so strange. It had been ages since his hair had been cleaned with anything except water, and even that was usually rainwater. His entire head felt lighter, and the air seeping through his locks felt cool to contrast the warm water in the tub. Should Nerys take his silence as pleasure? In short, yes. The long answer, however, was perhaps an unnecessary tale... but he would tell a few details regardless. "Yeah. I remember my old dreams... like this," he said in a manner that was surprisingly more soft than any other speech he'd offered in days. In truth, this treatment was just as satisfying as a nostalgia trip, as it was in the form of physical sensations. Things attached to his train of thought were not so pleasant at all, but for now... he could focus on the good parts.

Nerys took the time to study Jason's face just as she seemed to be studying his body earlier. What did she want? This all seemed like some sort of appraisal, as if he were a newly-sculpted statue. Well... he was a statue once, but that pitiful thing was something he'd rather avoid thinking of when possible. He certainly didn't mind that finger trailing along his jawline; it felt oddly comforting within the present venue. Beyond all this, she asked if he did something like... kissing? She wanted that, of all things? How strange. Jason took a moment of contemplation, sighing before his answer was formulated. He could actually recall─ it had been over two millennia since he even bothered thinking of kissing someone. Romance hadn't been a concept for him since that time, but if Nerys wished for this after all the satisfaction she'd given him, he supposed it wasn't worth much of a second thought. "... Do it, then. I've got no problem with anything you've wanted so far, so go ahead."

[Apollymi]

Jason in the moments of this bath truly looked a great deal more relaxed. This was likely one of the best things Nerys could have offered the man. She considered his life on this ship might have been stressful and the lack of amenties might have been problematic. Beyond that he'd also been dealing with Kolin which was... a problem and a half for literally everyone. Seeing him relax in such a way was quite rewarding. What was more, she had her first question answered with the softest speech she'd heard him muster. She wondered if this was more normal for him? Maybe she'd get the chance to find out over time... "Oh? That's great..." she mused. How nice that he could remember something pleasant. She always enjoyed remembering pleasant things.

As they moved on though, that finger that traced along his jawline found itself at his chin. Still she waited, his words to follow were about what she expected. He'd let her do as she wished, as he seemed to do more often than not. To allow her something he didn't necessarily look to do himself was interesting. She smiled then, permission granted and she was already close. She leaned forward and pressed her lips into his, while shifting her chest against his. How very slick their bodies had already become. As she did this she had several thoughts. She'd never kissed a man before, his lips were surprisingly soft. She wondered several things about this experience. How old was he? This gentle press of lips began to shift. Her hand moved from his chin to around his face... it had sharp edges but she enjoyed it nonetheless. How old was he? Did he know about the French? Well now was a time to find out wasn't it. She slid her body around his more, licked at his lips. Could she entice him to open his mouth without having to ask? There were a few ways... that hand which moved up his face would shift again to his hair once more, apt fingers slid along his scalp once more as she awaited a shift in breathing which would allow her tongue to seek refuge within his mouth.

[Bloodedge]

Now was the time for Jason to essentially have a new experience. He'd once been no stranger to something like kissing, but a couple thousand years was plenty of time to forget many things. What was he to do with those plump limps pressed against his own? For a moment, he only sat there, eyes open and all. The continued motion of fingers against his scalp eventually led to enough relaxation that his lips pursed, just slightly. There was an oddity, though. Why was the mage's tongue protruding? Was she having some sort of strange spasm? Delving a bit too deeply, too early, into the idea of being a drooling dog that begged for his physical attention? No, it seemed neither of those ideas was the case. When next he parted his lips a bit, there was an intrusion of that foreign tongue into his mouth. This was, by far, the strangest thing he'd experienced in centuries. His own oral muscle naturally began to move after being rubbed against a few times, returning the gesture without so much as a conscious thought from Jason. Somehow, he found this pleasant and... more arousing. The modern folk had certainly come up with more exciting tricks than his ancient brain could fathom, and he was relishing in every one he got to experience by Nerys' master plan.

[Apollymi]

Jason was experiencing the newness of this kiss and so was Nerys. Though such an activity was nothing particularly new to this person, she'd never thought to kiss a man before. Actually, until Jason she'd never much thought of men, so this was in essence a new experience for her as well. Her prodding and gentle guidance eventually led her to exactly what she was searching for. His lips eventually relaxed enough to meet hers and what was more he eventually reached the point necessary for Nerys to successfully slip her tongue in his mouth as well. How interesting. Strange as it was she was quite sure she'd surprised him in this moment, that initial stiffness and curiosity though fell away, after some time. What was this? He was moving his tongue against hers? She didn't expect that so readily, but then again... Jason was pretty fast on the uptake. Though he was unfamiliar with the nature of those from the modern world, he did seek his pleasure where he could find it. It was a bit less surprising then that such a man would easily be found enjoying a kiss that engaged mouths to readily.

Oh, but Nerys wasn't the type to rest on this alone. Those hands of hers still moved, she'd find herself tugging gently at his roots. Her mouth aimed to devour his, and her body shifted about his lap. She moved herself against him, trapping his manhood between their bodies, using it to stimulate herself and him beneath the water. It slipped between their bodies given the texture of this water and at least for Nerys provided a great deal of stimulation. She'd moan into his mouth as her body moved against his. How very dangerous such a thing was turning out to be. Actually, this amount of arousal was exactly what she sought. The movements of her body wouldn't stop for a while yet, but her mouth would eventually separate from his if only to comment on the situation at hand. All the while she spoke near his ear and nuzzled into his neck. She licked, nibbled and sucked upon his neck, fully giving herself more of this man. "I am finding you're really good at that, Captain~" she mentioned softly as the warm air of her mouth traveled against his neck. She wondered what sorts of things he'd truly find interesting about modern indulgences. If baths and hair-washing were truly indulgent. If making out in the bath and dry-humping could be considered bonuses which lead to more interesting sex. How much fun could the two of them manage while she was aboard this ship?

[Bloodedge]

Oh? He was rather good at something, was he? What an interesting thing for the sorceress to say, considering... "I've got no idea what that even was." No matter the case, those moments of tongue-wrestling were quite the entertaining experience. For the briefest of moments, he'd been under the impression that Nerys intended to spit in his mouth. That would have been strange, despite the fact that Jason was one who'd shown himself to do such a thing in prior days. No complaints would be made about this form of mouth-induced arousal, and in fact, anything he had to say regarding it was silenced by the new motions taken up by Nerys. Their bodies were already sliding against one another in the most interesting and shockingly-pleasant way, and now, he could feel through his groin another source of friction. Words whispered, the heat from Nerys' mouth against his moistened neck, all these things added to his arousal in the strangest ways. He'd never thought of such luxuries as this; sex in his era had simply been a matter of diving in, thrust, thrust, ejaculate. Now, he hadn't even achieved penetration, but he was reaching out to grab and squeeze this woman's hips as if she were properly mounting him. What would come next? The Argonaut sat there wondering, not even sure what to do with himself anymore. This wasn't even his show at this point, unlike so many other situations before─ even all of those in recent days.

[Apollymi]

Nerys would have been surprised, if she hadn't already figured that the man had no knowledge of certain time period specific things. A gentle sigh left the woman as she heard his speech but still it didn't stop her from enjoying those gentle movements of her hips. "Hm, confirmation that you weren't familiar with that one... still, definitely good at it~" she mused. Nerys was strangely invested in her activities, multiple times her actions had taken a couple of different turns, all of them to see Jason and herself towards a certain level of happiness during her first trip on this vessel. Oh, she'd done quite a number on herself already, she couldn't help herself at this point. A soft little whimper escaped the lass as she continued to tease them both with her motions. Of course, she had something particular in mind, and she'd just about worked herself up to asking for it. Hm, still it was pretty scary as an idea... until of course Jason's hands gripped her still shifting hips, it was almost like she was actually busy in the act right at this moment. Surely, a change in position was worthwhile even now.

"Captain, please..." Nerys started with that soft whisper right at Jason's ear. She flicked his lobe with her tongue while rocking her body gently. She knew in the moment that she was definitely ready for what she was about to ask for. "I'd like to try something new for me..." she said softly thinking back to those moments when such an idea had just popped up into her head. "Could you please... bend me over this bathtub and give me that glorious cock of yours?" Nerys begged sweetly for a different kind of treatment. After spoiling Jason at the start of their endeavor she wanted to know how something else felt. He did always say he'd go along with whatever she asked if she asked nicely enough... she wondered if that counted? Still while she waited for the reply those hip motions she maintained continued along with kisses placed along his face and neck. She was finding him to be quite the specimen and one she wanted to experience in various ways. He didn't often withhold much, but she was quite sure that by her own motions she was ready even if he couldn't hold back with her.

[Bloodedge]

Jason indeed was not familiar with that strange technique, just as he'd been unfamiliar with... virtually everything else Nerys showed him thus far. The woman's motions continued to offer him pleasure despite the lack of penetration, almost resulting in the train of thought that this would be the entirety of their little session. No, no; Nerys was not so stale. She proved to possess a sprinkling of hedonism in her own right. She sought enjoyment for herself in these situations, while never failing to offer maximum satisfaction. In fact, it seemed she took joy in doing the latter.

There was one other thing Nerys seemed to enjoy the idea of, and she spoke it in the form of a request. Ah, it was time to try something for her now, was it? That was fine; he could reciprocate a bit of the spoiling that had been done for his sake. Little did he know what she actually had in mind─ it happened to be within the realm of normality for Jason as well. She wished to be bent over? He'd been thinking of doing that for days, never taking matters into his own hands due to being so preoccupied with her vast array of ideas and input. How convenient it was that he already held her by the hips, and after having a wicked grin cross his face, could easily lift the ashen-haired woman from his lap and rotate her. Oh... he'd clearly been waiting eagerly for this in his subconscious; the idea wasn't worth a second thought prior to execution. "I was wondering when I'd get the chance, and here you are asking for it. Alright," he said, bending the woman over the tub's edge before reorienting himself with both hands upon her buttocks. He'd been riled up quite succinctly; that grip of his was firm as ever, spreading Nerys' cheeks as he stared into the target of his attentions gleefully. "That's a good lass. Have a reward," the Argonaut spoke further. With that, he saw no point waiting around. His hips would be thrust forth immediately, done without a care for caution to slide his way home into the mage's moistened undercarriage. A single thought crossed his mind. These past few days, he'd had nothing but easy entries even in his aggressive approaches. How interesting it was that such was the case with Nerys, despite the lack of oath-keeping being fuel to her fire.

[Apollymi]

Nerys was a strange woman, who well and truly aimed to please in situations where she offered herself. It was a point of personal pride for her, to grant satisfaction to her lovers. Though they were exclusively female before this point, she felt no less satisfied doing similar things for Jason. Ah, but maybe such freedom in sexual endeavors were missing from most people? She'd find out eventually, she supposed. Right just now though she was more or less prepared to wait on Jason's answer and it came in the form of a... swift movement?

Nerys was shifted, already with his hands on her hips, Jason managed to lift the young white haired woman off his lap and rotate her rather effectively. That was an answer to one of her questions and it would be accompanied by another giggle at the suddenness of the movement. "Waa!! Tehehehehe!♥~" what a strangely girlish sound. She wasn't sure she'd ever heard herself make it before. Moreover, what an exciting show of strength! She didn't know she'd be interested in such a thing, but right now she could have been more excited by her rather abrupt change in position. Jason moved his hands soon after this shift, claiming to have been waiting on doing exactly as she asked? Nerys was a little surprised, but she supposed many people had their own favorite things to do, she wasn't entirely surprised that his one was on Jason's list considering what he claimed he liked. "Happy to oblige, Captain♥!~" Nerys mentioned about asking for this very positioning. Her body was currently full of anticipation and beyond that the knowledge that Jason wanted this from her helped her along. She'd already satisfied herself quite a bit working up to it, so when Jason's last sentence left his mouth she was surprised. Why was she being offered a reward? She hadn't done much by her own account. Oh? Her reward was..... "Aaaah!~ Fuck!~ Thank you, Captain!♥~" she moaned as her body tightened around him and her knees gently buckled after he slammed in just that first time. Her hands remained on the edge of the tub her grip tightening visibly for just a moment. She'd never thought such a thing would happen on a single movement, but still a blinding orgasm was the first thing to happen after entry. But perhaps she was a bit overprepared and overstimulated? She'd finished around him in a single stroke, with stars dotting her vision. She was almost certain he'd reached near the end of her. Even as her back arched and her body bounced back against him. She wasn't one to rest at all, she'd aim to meet those strokes when they started up. Shaking her hips against him and enjoying each and every motion offered her. This position was as amazing as it looked, and Nerys intended to take full advantage.

[Bloodedge]

Ah, a much missed sensation indeed! Jason's knees pressed against the bottom of the tub, his hands were filled by her rump, and his cock was squeezed by her loins immediately after entry. In this very moment, he could almost believe he was ploughing a virgin yet again. A few days of experience soon showed itself though, as his eventual thrusts were met by hips returning to meet them. Interestingly enough, she chose to thank him for acquiescing to her wishes. Such a needless notion; he'd only been biding his time before doing exactly this anyway. There was something quite satisfying about the visual he received from this angle. Unlike the dumpster that was Kolin, existing beneath him only to be a depository for his seed, this was a participant he'd developed a proper thirst for. Jason's final moments here would be euphoric─ he could feel it already. Even the curve of her back further motivated him to thrust with greater purpose, and that was exactly what he did without sparing a fragment of his shaft on every forward plunge. As always, Jason didn't care if he bypassed the cervix. No matter what happened, the Argonaut being in control of matters always meant his sole purpose was to thrust, and to do so with utmost vigor. He could hardly help it. Seeing that ass on the move, cheeks kept from quaking only by the stillness granted by his firm grasp, this instinct was the only thing at work.

[Apollymi]

Jason's actions were direct and fairly vigorous. Not too rough to take, but definitely done with reckless abandon. Nerys loved this. Even as each stroke seemed to reach her depths, she still shifted her own hips backwards to meet him. Circular rotations of her hips now occurred. Much like when she danced, it seemed to entice her. Oh, she'd asked him to show her what this was like and she enjoyed it. "Gods, Captain your cock does magical things!~" she praised though panted breaths. Now that she was comfortable she'd be taking matters back into her own hands a bit, even as her finger tips pressed into the edge of the tub. Each stroke was met with her own and eventually the tempo of this dance would be at least partly her responsibility. Her hips were moving in such a way as to keep Jason at a certain distance, to demand each stroke in turn. Nerys' tongue hung out of her mouth, she was drooling lightly down her chin into the bath. Her moans were a common sound, it wasn't like there was anything she could do to stop it. The arch in her back and the swing of her hips were also quite beyond her general control. All of this was completely visible in the mirrors around the room, such was the best part of them. She could see Jason working behind her, and he could see the delight in her face as he did this. How nice was this? The water was splashing about her and she felt it cool with each drop, and she was truly enjoying herself. The tightening of her nether would start again, and she'd not resist it. After all, she'd likely never ask permission again given the man's reactions from previous times, instead she let her own body work its magic as it aimed to milk the man for all he was worth with its tightening enclosure. How interesting that she managed to be exactly this way, even without an oath to bind her. Nerys was obviously a great deal more interested, even after just a few days, than her original demeanor would have led her to believe.

[Bloodedge]

Leave it to Nerys, to be the one that would alter Jason's perception of even this position. It was such a mechanical thing to him, normally. He would simply hold someone down, insert his rod, and thrust away into their backside─ whichever hole happened to be accessible or preferred at the time. In this specific case, Nerys showcased her earlier dancing ability even while receiving him from behind. This was the most ridiculous showing of a difference he'd ever seen, and he enjoyed it thoroughly! That enticing rocking he'd seen before, he could see now while feeling the pleasure of sex!

What else was there? So many things left Nerys as the preferred partner over that cunt, Kolin. He realized now, since the very first time they spoke, she'd been referring to him as Captain. It was like she always belonged as one of the Argonauts, but even while being one of 'the boys' as Jason put it, she stood out with her usefulness─ especially here within the cabin. Actually... now that he thought about it, Jason did have one issue with her approach; it specifically appeared as a problem in moments like this. As such, an outward reach resulted in his hand gripping those long, snow-colored locks and tugging. Apparently, Jason had a thing for pulling women toward himself while ploughing their rears in such a way. Regardless, he would grunt words into the drooling mage's ear after doing so. "I ain't your Captain here. Look at that face," he said, making very direct eye-contact with Nerys through the mirror ahead. While watching them together, the Argonaut's tongue protruded from his mouth, and he observed himself licking her cheek rather possessively. "The boys don't make that face. I don't leave the boys looking like that. The crew calls me Captain." His point was simple. Here and now, as their loins were intertwined, he was not the Captain of Nerys. Jason would surely wear the mantle on the deck, in the galley, and wherever else... but certainly not while Nerys was capable of making a face like that. No, something different would have to be his title in this situation.