Enderal Hatred and Revenge Chapter 2

Enderal
Hatred and Revenge Chapter 2

8th Era, 479 26th of Whispering Frost
North Sea, the Longboat Bloodied Nymph
Aleron Pyke Point of View

The once defiant woman had curled up in a fetal position of the rocking wooden floor of the cabin. I had just finished doing my trousers and looked down at her, her defiance broken. For the moment. My first though had been to kill her and dump her in the ocean, let the Goddess Neptunia claim her. I wasn’t sure though. I had enjoyed her and if she was pregnant, perhaps I should take responsibility for the baby and bring both baby and mother back to my family castle.
“What is your name?” I asked her plainly. When she didn’t answer I kicked her gently. “Hey!”
“L-L-Lionella!” She cried loudly, tears dripping from her eyes to her cheeks and down to the floor.
“Lionella,” I restated her name. “Lionella. Hey, wasn’t there a queen of the Easterlands named that?”
She cried and trembled and couldn’t answer so I leaned forward.
“Do I have to come down there?”
Her glimmering eyes widened.
“Y-yes!”
He raised a playful eyebrow.
“Yes…what? To which question love?” As if I couldn’t guess, but still.
“Th-the Red Queen’s mother,” she managed to get out. “L-Lionella I Silverstag.”
“Huh, when she die? Two decades ago?” I remembered her. She was very popular in the Easterlands but she died on some illness in her early forties. Left her daughter known as the Red Queen to rule.
She nodded feebly.
“So you’re named after her then.” She didn’t nod or speak but I didn’t really need her to.
I had started to look through the cupboards and small box in the cabin. The cupboard contained a small box. Inside it I discovered several necklaces made out of gold and silver. I turned to Lionella.
“This yours, or hers?” I kicked the body of the woman I killed prior to forcing myself on Lionella moments ago.
Her response was further trembling of her small frame and increased crying so I rolled y eyes and put the little tinderbox under my arm and leaned down and grabbed her arm. With some force I got her up on her feet and walked out into the corridor.
“Hey, Lord Captain!” One of the men, Marius, if I remembered right, said. He stood in the corridor, near the staircase to the upper deck. “The ship is loaded with a bunch of different stuff, barrels of gunpowder, grain, velvet and silk and-”
“Wait, wait!” I interrupted excitedly. I locked eyes with Marius. “Did you say gunpowder? That stuff the Kyroshi discovered?”
“Aye,” Marius said, adding a nod for emphasis.
I laughed.
“Gunpowder!” My eyes darted from Marius to Lionella in my right arm. “You hear that love? Where were you going? With this amazing crap?” I gripped her arm harder when she didn’t answer.
“R-Ressenholm…” she whimpered.
It made sense. Faster to transport across the ocean, around instead of on carriage through the whole Easterlands. Except that me and my men made it harder to sail from Oakenport to Ressenholm.
“I want those fucking barrels on board the Bloodied Nymph,” I told Marius.
The weathered Marius cracked a knowing grin.
“First thing I had the men haul over, Lord Captain.”
I offered him a grin back and said, “Sometimes I wonder if your secretly a mage and can read my mind.”
As he started making his way down to the third deck he shot back, “Mages can’t do that Lord Captain!”
Two of my men came by and I let them pass me and Lionella.
“You gonna share her Lord Captain?” The last of the two inquired with a chuckle.
The following moment I noticed Lionella squeak in fear and flinch. Add her eyes going wide I knew the man had groped her bum. I could recognize that look a kilometer away. Mostly when I saw it I was the cause. Clearly a point had to be made, so I put my foot up against the walls, since both my arms were full, and halted the man. The man stopped and turned his brown eyes on y and I met whim with a cold narrowed gaze that send a warning. The man in front stopped and looked over his shoulder.
“Listen carefully,” I said in a low menacing voice. The worry in his oak brown eyes assured me he did indeed pay attention. “This woman, and her bum, is mine, and nobody is fondling it or any part of her but me. Nobody goes inside of her but me, understand?”
He nodded quickly.
“Aye, Lord Captain, sorry.”
“For the record,” I continued. I wasn’t finished driving home my threat yet. “I will cut off all nine fingers you have left, then I will cut off your manhood and attach it to your mouth. After that I will kill you, and leave your body to rot. I’ll make sure you’ll never go to Neptunia.” I kept staring at his by now frightened eyes a moment longer before I lowered my leg and let him pass.

“By the way.”
He stopped.
“How many men did I lose?”
He swallowed, presumably calming himself down.
“Seven Lord Captain.”
“Seven,” I repeated what he said. My eyes fixated on the ceiling. “We killed over a dozen, right?”
“Marius says seventeen.”
“That’s a satisfying ratio, don’t you think?” I eyed him.
He nodded instantly, “Y-yes, it is!”
With that I gave a nod and he jogged up the stairs, quick to get away from my frightening presence for a while, or at least my frightening bad mood. I continued to lead Lionella up the stairs to the upper deck. As anticipated she was horrifying. Even in the dark she could see how many bodies littered the deck. I watched as my men threw out dead in the ocean. To return them to Neptunia’s loving embrace. The others was unworthy unbelievers and did not deserve such a fate, so they left them to rot on the deck, and some below. I guided the woman I had decided to claim as my Bondwife.
Bondwife was the Iceborn title of a slave forced to become a wife, but it wasn’t a proper wife. An Iceborn could only have one of those.
Several times she almost tripped on the puddles of blood mixed with water and I was the only thing preventing her from getting soaked in blood as well as water, but at least the heavy rain that smattered down was clearing away much of it. At the hook I assisted the scared little thing down to the Bloodied Nymph. I threw down the tinderbox with jewels for her to catch before I climbed down myself.
“Put it over there,” I ordered her when I was down.
She looked to the pile with things taken from her ship and obeyed. After that I grabbed her arm and forced her to sit down next to the cage I had my pretty little elf in.
“Sure you girls have loads to share about how you love your master,” I told them with a grin. Kya-Sun gave me the same look of utter defiance as before, which caused me to grin harder. “Okay, let’s get out of here!” I shouted at my men.

8th Era, 479 3rd of Lost Souls
Continent of Mordurel, Ostland Region, Town of Hood Cove, the Longboat Bloodied Nymph

Our trip to Hood Cove had been simple and without issues, partway we enjoyed ourselves by attacking another Easterland merchant ship. This was we took mostly grain from, some piles of coin. The grain could easily be sold here in the port town where half, in not more, of the townsfolk was criminals of some kind. My men and I didn’t like criminals more than anyone else but the folk here paid well for all goods we wanted to sell, always did. Hood Cove was in lands owned by the Reikland Confederation, whom controlled lands on both sides of the Narrow Sea.

I put Marius on supervising that all our good get paid for. I had half my men carry the goods and half go drinking and whoring, I’d let them change later. Didn’t want some of my men to go without the comfort of a whore if they sought their company. Now I spent my time in the back of the Bloodied Nymph, with Lionella resting her head comfortably against my crotch. She reminded me of the reason why I liked my conquests defiant. That way I could enjoy breaking them, and always watching my handiwork afterwards.
The background noises involved men and women yelling for a thousand different reasons, the waves gently touching the ship’s hull, birds and distant conversations, but also the cute noises Lionella made in her sleep. I couldn’t help but fall into a slumber with that in my ears. I weren’t sure how long I laid there but I suddenly realized that Lionella had moved off my crotch and me period. Slowly I opened my eyes. first I saw the four men sleeping soundly in the Longboat with me. Than…than to my shock I saw Kya-Sun’s naked form standing in front of me, my own sword in hand.
I reacted my kicking her leg and causing her to drop the sword. Swiftly I got up, only to have a pale blue elf foot in my chest that forced the air out of them. I coughed and slowly got up as my pregnant elven plaything grabbed a wool cloak and sprinted, as fast as an eight month pregnant woman could, onto the dock and wrapping herself in the cloak and disappeared into the large crowd of people.
“Get back here you elven bitch!” I shouted after her, catching my breath from that kick.
But, in the corner in my eye I saw Lionella. The little bitch was taking the first step onto the gangway. I threw an eye on the cage, it was open and my cage was in the lock. The Easterling whore had opened it for her. I leaped forward and reached out to grab the back of her dress. Then I pulled hard. It caused her to fall backwards and hit the wooden floor of the Longboat hard. Her eyes landed on my instantly as she laid on her back. My eyes of fury and anger caused hers to fill with terror and fear. I kicked her in the stomach twice as hard as I could.
“You little fucking bitch! When I’m done with you you’ll regret that! I’ll make sure you wish you’d died!”

“No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, no please!” She cried through the aching pain I certainly caused her.
I pulled her up and close to my face. Our noses almost met and I stared deeply into her frightened eyes.
“You have ten seconds to convince me not to let every man on this ship, all seventy-three take you!”
“Please I’m sorry please I’m sorry, I-I-I will never never try anything again I swear!” She begged and pleaded, almost without breathing between. “I swear by my gods and yours! Please mercy, I’m so sorry!” Tears streamed down her face like rivers. The fear she had felt after I forced myself onto her back on the Cog was nothing compared to that in her eyes now. I assumed my men was paying attention by now, but I didn’t care. I’d lecture the fuckers for all sleeping at the same time later. Somebody was losing his fingers or balls before evening fell.
I let go of her and she fell to her knees and as a manner of survival I assume hugged my legs and even kissed my dirty boots. But in my mind all I thought about was how I would teach Kya-Sun the meaning of pain if I ever saw her again.