The Argo & Desolate Sands

[Bloodedge]

How did Jason feel about it? In the wake of both parties' orgasms, he felt elation, which painted a visage of utter relaxation. It was quite strange. Ejaculation for Jason was normally more akin to a hardcore workout, the moment a pair of weights were freshly dropped. This however, was more likened to the moments immediately following a full-body massage at some fancy spa. Following his ejaculation, every part of him went limp. Well... almost every part of him. He still wasn't quite done with all the excitement he was having. All in all, Nerys was effectively turning Jason into quite the glutton. He'd feast to his heart's content. As if to prove this, one hand moved from beneath his head to swiftly strike Nerys' backside yet again. "Fuck! Good, good girl! But we're not done here yet, are we? You ain't dripping out of this hole yet, so let's go," he said, his voice carrying nothing short of exhilaration. The old Hero was giddier than a portly child in a store filled with free confections. Even though his lungs were working themselves nearly to exhaustion, so long as his body hadn't given out, he wasn't near done experiencing the mage. How long would this go on? Jason himself hadn't the faintest idea. . .

[Apollymi]

All of Jason went limp after his finish, well except for the one part that was buried so deep within Nerys she would have known if it had. A grin crossed the lass' face as she felt the end of her own and knew she'd reached a certain level of satisfaction. The word from Jason in the same moment, was that he'd reached it to, what was more, she got to hear the words she'd become quite desirous of in the moment. 'Good girl!~' how nice. He'd said these exact words to her and she felt the most satisfaction that she'd managed in quite a while. A smack to her rear had also caused her another giggle. It seemed that this was the reaction to that, even when the man who did it was buried within her person. Still he was quite right, he did promise she'd be dripping out of all of her holes and she was at a current go of two out of three. She'd begin moving her hips again soon after, this time a bit faster with a more circular motion. She was quite giddy herself. Though she didn't maintain that base interest as was claimed, she at present was well invested in receiving more praise. "We aren't done yet, I still haven't done my absolute best♥!~" Nerys spoke these words excitedly as she began again, and as such they would continue.

For that day and many others a certain pattern would develop. Pampering, debauchery, monster slaying, medic work... time with Jason and the Crew. Until such a time that a certain specific trip was being planned. Several days after that pattern developed and her new life on the Argo was set, Nerys stood on deck. She'd abandoned sometime before all the robes she'd been wrapped in. Too much sand in strange places. And had taken up wearing a red loin cloth lined in gold and a similar half top which exposed most of her person. Still she had a golden headpiece and several golden accessories, having turned her large witch hat into a circlet with the eye hidden behind a plate of gold. She'd recently patched up a couple of crew members who'd taken the brunt of a wyrm attack, but she wondered what course the Captain would be setting next.

[Bloodedge]

In all the time spent over those several days, the crew themselves had been quite busy. Their initial goal had been to take down a golem, and they'd managed to slay a few on their recent excursion. There was even the downfall of several desert wyrms, a rarely-seen quality of basilisk, and multiple raptors. Not a single life was lost, much to the contrary of the Argo's normal hunts. Who was to be credited for this? Nerys. Jason and the Argonauts all knew, a woman with a body like hers should have been ploughed half to death by the entire crew by now... and yet, none had touched her, despite the ensemble she wore as of late.

Why hadn't she been touched? That ashen wench was meant to be a drooling mess on the deck, wanting for nothing but the sea of phalluses laid before her. Perhaps the crew did nothing because Jason would have been furious if they did? No, that wasn't quite it. There was a certain amount of fear for Jason's ire floating around at all times on deck, but in actuality, the Argonauts had developed a strong respect and admiration of their white mage. So much had been accomplished due to her abilities alone, some members had begun referring to Nerys as Queen of the Sands, and aptly so. She was being acknowledged as if she were Jason's mate, even another Captain-figure as it were. When Jason slept, the Argonauts would look to her. When Jason woke, he would seek her. Even now, the Captain took the Argo's helm while expecting her to be nearby when his declaration was made. "Alright boys, time to ship out again! You guys ready for vacation?!" he asked, inciting a long wave of cheers from the crew.

[Apollymi]

At Jason's announcement Nerys had found herself near the helm. She was always nearby him, so long as he was awake. Otherwise she was busy, tending to this crew of all men. As a person who wasn't a girl at base, she wasn't particularly uncomfortable around men even with her body type. Beyond that point, she'd become something of a staple around here, for her actual talents, not just her overly sexualized body. Though she'd once been court mage for the entirety of a kingdom, she'd recently become the only medic for a crew of men who spent all of their time hunting monsters. She'd become quite busy in time. Usually she spent all of her spare time performing healing magics, creating various alchemical things to help along hunts, and devising strategies which would keep as many people alive as possible. So far, over those days of work, she'd succeeded quite a bit and she'd gotten to know the 'boys' as Jason called them. She smiled, she heard the occasional calls of the Queen of the Sands and those made her blush like a school girl. Nerys thought her terms with the men of the ship were pretty good, even though as a girl she probably should have been a bit more wary. Still, she liked being acknowledged but she didn't think her skills should have gained her that kind of praise. It was no bother though, she was at least happy here, and felt more useful than she had during her stay as court mage in Zuria during Kolin's reign.

At Jason's words a small chuckle came from Nerys, barefoot as she was she seemed a bit sheepish. "I take that to mean our next stop is the Whoredom..." she said softly. She thoroughly agreed that the men deserved a break and there was technically no better place for them to vacation than the giant brothel in the middle of the desert. Still, she maintained a certain level of wariness about the place and particularly about the woman in charge of it. Though she'd been sworn to a certain level of good behavior, Nerys still couldn't trust the woman's motivations.

[Bloodedge]

Jason's eyes glanced over the Argo's deck, taking in the sights of many men. They celebrated the idea of indulging, they passed along monster meat cooked over open fires, they raised spears and banged shields in their excitement. Everyone aboard this ship was long overdue for a break. Well... such was the case for everyone besides Jason, and presumably Nerys as well. Those two had taken ample time to indulge between themselves, daily, whenever there was nothing else requiring either of them to be attentive. Nevertheless, Nerys took his side just as he anticipated. Her first words came in the form of an assumption. As to where they were going, there were only two proper options in this vast desert. There was the occasional trip to an oasis for the sake of relaxing, bathing, etcetera... but that would not suffice for this trip. Jason had given enough time to allow Dis some freedom to grow, while allowing Kolin time to furnish the Argonauts' resting place. "Whoredom! I like it! What say you, lads? To the land of sluts to be at our beck and call?!" he asked. Those cheers began anew, far louder and more excited than before. The men needed this, and Jason hadn't left the Argo in... quite a few centuries. Lo and behold, that corrupt dump of a kingdom was just ahead. . .