Chapter Eight
Across the Cruel Sea
The life of the boy who wore the ring of the giants was good as by day with Samar and his sons and crew he learned the ways of the Sea of the South and by night he satisfied himself upon the tender bodies of his worshipful young wives. Smirking and sly-eyed, they gave the relief he needed. And if ever he voyaged more than a day or two, then when he returned at last, oh, how he disported himself! The young man’s passions knew no bounds.
The hairy, hanging makers of his seed had grown accustomed to a very patient, thorough, and complete draining at any time or any place he might demand it—any—and whether it was by mouth, by cunt, or even by hand, those slender girls of his knew precisely what his poor upright, oozing manhood required, and they never hesi
