The Door

Chapter 10- Captain Muschi

“Well,” I said as I waved my spoon in the air, “In my world we have buildings made of steel and glass and concrete that stand thousands of feet high. We have cars and trucks, kind of like carriages if you have them in this world, only ours are propelled by combustion engines or electric motors. Same for ships, only we have ships so big they’re larger than some cities. We have airplanes so fast they can circle the planet in hours. We’ve broken the sound barrier and even flown to the moon and back.”

“Really?” Bel’Sheathe gasped softly.

“Yeah,” I sighed, “The shame is we probably would have explored our solar system by now if it weren’t for greed and corruption.”

“So what happened?” Bel’Sheathe asked.

“Humanity happened,” I growled, “For every fairly decent person there are ten who are greedy, selfish, egotistical, cowardly, or just apathetic. Humanity sucks. We lie and betray each other. We kill each other. We have a remarkable capacity to love, but also an incredible aptitude for hate. Unfortunately, our selfishness usually trumps our selflessness.”

“So bitter,” Bel’Sheathe sighed.

“Maybe so,” I mumbled. “What about you? This world seems like a paradise at first, but from what you’ve told me, it also seems to be just as corrupt as mine?”

“People are people,” Bel’Sheathe said with a shrug, “It doesn’t really matter what race they are. There are good people and bad, selfish and selfless, arrogant and humble. Finding happiness and fulfillment is our responsibility to search for, or so my grandmother says.”

“She’s a wise woman,” I agreed.

“There are beautiful places here in which to live,” Bel’Sheathe continued, “A man such as yourself could probably find any number of women willing to take you as a mate. You could retreat to some distant paradise and start a new life. Of course, it would only last until the United Human Empire found you, and then if your wives and children aren’t human, they would be killed. You’ll be safe though.”

“Humans can procreate with the other races?” I asked, avoiding the clear emotional manipulation Bel’Sheathe was spouting.

“No,” Bel’Sheathe said nonchalantly, “Not anymore. You can, though, since you’re an Outworlder. Outworlders can procreate with any species as long as they’re— What did you call it? Humanoid? So can their children for roughly a hundred generations, or so the legends say. It is also said that any woman who gets pregnant from an Outworlder bears identical twins. However, in your case, for example, one would be the mother race and the other would be your race. Human.”

“When was the last time an Outworlder was here?” I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, hundreds maybe thousands of years ago,” Bel’Sheathe sighed, “Long before I was born. My grandmother may know.”

“Interesting,” I mused, then I asked, “Of the Seemly nations that were defeated, are there any remnants? Could you find them? Would the Seemly be willing to fight with Unseemly to push back the UHE?”

“Sure, there are remnants,” Bel’Sheathe answered as she slurped down a second bowl of stew, “But I don’t know if they would be willing to work with us. Some of them have hidden themselves very well. We would have to find them first.”

I nodded, as I thought over the problem and ogled Bel’Sheathe. Her cloak was on the floor further back in the cave with her pouches set on top of it. Right now, she wore her corset, sash, and belt. Her sword and dagger were beside her cloak and pouches. She wore not a stitch more. She had never taken to wearing the loincloth again. Of course, the holes were torn where it used to be attached to two rings on the bottom of her belt.

I watched the rise and fall of Bel’Sheathe’s chest and the sway and jiggle of her breasts as she breathed. I never really saw her s*x, not like before as we were leaving the river and she was climbing the embankment in front of me, but I was always aware that she was mostly naked. Not wearing anything proved convenient when needing to answer the call of nature, though. She simply disappeared behind a tree for a few minutes and squatted while it took me minutes to remove armor and cloak, and then pull down pants and underwear.

After dinner, we washed out bowls and cookpot. Once everything was clean and put away, I found a flat area on the floor at the back of the cave and laid out my cloak. I laid down, and a few seconds later, Bel’Sheathe joined me, lying down and cuddling up beside me with her head on my shoulder and arm, one head-sized breast pressed into my side while the other draped halfway over my chest, her belly pressed into my side with her broad hip leaning against me like a felled tree while one leg was thrown over one of mine.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Sleeping with you,” She whispered, then added as her violet eyes opened and she lifted her head to look at me, “Don’t worry. When traveling, ogres often sleep together for warmth.”

“Oh,” I said, “Okay.”

“Though,” Bel’Sheathe added in a teasing tone, “We usually sleep together in mated packs.”

“Oh?” I mumbled, then asked, “Bel’Sheathe, are we mated?”

She didn’t answer. Sleep was far off despite my exhaustion, and I found myself lying there listening to Bel’Sheathe softly breathe as she slept. She was warm and soft, and yet, firm and extremely well muscled. I found myself once again aroused, and that kept me awake for a long time until sleep finally claimed me.

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The next day, we stayed close to the mountains as we backtracked to the beach I awoke on. When I recognized it I exclaimed, “Hey! This is where I woke up!”

Bel’Sheathe just gave me a curious look and said, “Interesting,” as she kept trudging through the sand.

We passed by where I arrived on this world and trudged down the beach in the direction I hadn’t chosen. To the left. We walked for an additional five miles when we came to a beautiful cliff face like something I would have seen in a Caribbean pirate film in my previous life on earth. We skirted around the point of the cliff face and found ourselves in a beautiful cove. Most stunning of all was the large ship anchored in the cove and the six skiffs beached on the shore. Also, there seemed to be roughly sixty or seventy sailors on the beach gathering and packing cargo to be taken to the ship while a few others watched. They must have been the Captain and his lieutenants.

As we approached, the lieutenants turned to watch us while the Captain sat at a desk and made notes in a ledger. The crew turned and looked at us but otherwise kept working. It wasn’t until I got slower that I noticed that all of the sailors, Captain included, were women. For that reason, I got more looks than Bel’Sheathe did.

“Returned with a prisoner, aye Bel’Sheathe?” One of the Lieutenants called as soon as we were within earshot.

“He’s a fine-looking specimen!” Another purred lasciviously, “Would you consider selling him?”

The first Lieutenant was an ogress with dark blue skin, sandy blonde hair, and golden eyes. She was every bit as beautiful as Bel’Sheathe and just as voluptuous, with beasts that were the size of pumpkins and hips broader than my shoulders. Like Bel’Sheathe, she also only wore a corset, a sash, a belt, and two curved katanas on one hip samurai-style, and a pouch on the other hip. Lastly, she wore a rather plain loincloth that matched her sash.

The second Lieutenant was much shorter and far more sultry-looking daemonae woman. She stood roughly five and a half feet tall. So, a little shorter than my six feet. She was curvaceous to the extreme, making the ogress women beside me seem overly large and barbaric in comparison. Her hair was flame-red and long, and floated above her head, wafting to and fro in the air like a living flame. Her skin was a milk-white without a single freckle or flaw, and had a glimmering quality to it like she had been dipped in diamond dust. Her eyes were a bright auburn-red framed by flame-red eyebrows and long flame-red eyelashes.

This was my first time seeing a daemonae female, so I took particular note of her garb. Unlike the ogresses, the daemonae woman wore a silver chain choker connected via small silver hooks to two thin strips of filmy transparent green silk that then draped over her very large breasts and connected to two curved silver underwires made to clasp snugly around the woman’s ribcage. She wore a silver encrusted leather belt cinched tight around her natural waist, and the wore a flimsy silver chain that draped upon her hips and finely rounded buttocks as if it were going to fall off any moment; and again, connected to the hip chain my small silver hooks was a transparent green silk loincloth that fell to her ankles in length. Additionally, the daemonae female had great flame-red wings that sprouted from her back just below her small shoulder blades and just behind her arms.

The woman was divinely beautiful, and I felt my heart thump hard in my chest as my eyes fell upon her. I felt something rouse inside me, and after a moment the enchantment lessened, and I could think clearly again.

“No,” Bel’Sheathe chuckled, “He is a prize for the Queen.”

“For the Queen?” The first lieutenant laughed, “He is not pretty enough!”

There was a round of laughing where I actually started to feel embarrassed and sexualized as a few of the nearby sailors whistled at me and made lewd remarks about what they’d like to do to me. Or rather, what they would like me to do to them. The Captain even left off from her notations and ogled me desirously with a mischievous smirk curling the corners of her plump, pouty mouth.

“Not too pretty?” The Captain purred as she ogled me pornographically, “Just my type.”

The Captain was an eight-foot-tall orc woman with olive green skin, fierce amber eyes, and brassy-red hair slicked up in a Mohawk. Thin tusks curled out of a wide, plump-lipped mouth from her maxilla where her upper molars should have been. Instead, it was all one large ivory bone that her bottom molars ground her food upon. The Captain’s tusks were long, apparently, because they were cut off short, barely protruding from her mouth a half inch before ending in engraved gold caps. She was athletically built, with broad shoulders and thick arms of corded muscle. Her breasts were large and fat, much larger than my head and barely contained in a tight linen shirt that was opened halfway down her chest, exposing nearly all of her breasts. Beneath her breasts, at her thick natural waist, her white linen blouse was tucked into a high-waisted black linen sarong with a hip-high slit up her left leg exposing her thickly muscled thigh and black leather knee-high boots. Additionally, she wore a six-inch-wide belt at her natural waist with sewn-on silver hoops where she had a cutlass strapped to her left hip and a dagger on her right. A money pouch dangled from her belt in the front, and a small purse dangled in the small of her back. Also, her white linen blouse was sleeveless, exposing her arms, and a great assortment of bracelets that rattled on each arm.

“He’s mine,” Bel’Sheathe chuckled, “Mine, to give to the Queen, or to keep as my own if she refuses the gift.”

The Captain gave Bel’Sheathe a wry smirk, then returned to ogling me as she asked, “So, Bel’Sheathe, your mission went well?”

“It did,” She replied.

“So, we can leave,” The Captain asked.

“At your pleasure, Captain Muschi,” Bel’Sheathe purred.