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A bead of sweat ran down Aveline’s bicep and dripped onto the deck. “Remind me why I agreed to come along on this escapade,” she grumbled, straining as she hefted the anchor over the side of the boat. “I should be preparing the guards’ training schedule.”
“You’re here because you love us,” Isabela smirked. “That, and Kirkwall is so dull at the moment since Hawke and the others left for the Deep Roads.”
“Alright, but shouldn’t we have found the treasure you’re after by now? You promised this would only take a couple of days.”
“It’s supposed to be right here.” Isabela sighed. “I don’t know why I keep believing Lucky’s tips.”
“Well, I think this is much nicer than our usual outings,” Merrill chimed in. “Hawke never takes us out on the water.”
“Exactly—there’s so much more to experience!” Isabela said. “Now, let’s eat and get some rest. It’ll be dark soon. We’ll head back tomorrow.”
Aveline nodded. The three of them settled down on the deck, and Merrill handed around some bread and cheese. Over the bow of the ship, the sky was turning golden; the orange sun sank in the sky, bathing everything in a soft glow, water and sky a mix of blues and reds and coral and deep yellows as Merrill pointed happily at it.
“Oh, just look at that sunset, it’s so beautiful,” she cooed. “I don’t think I’ve seen anything as pretty as that back on land.”
“That’s true,” Aveline agreed, bread in hand. “Living in Kirkwall, I’d almost forgotten not everywhere was a dark dank cave.”
“That’s the spirit! We’ll make a sailor of you yet,” Isabela said, playfully punching Aveline on the shoulder.
“I can’t see that happening,” Aveline huffed. “I still feel practically naked without my armour.”
A smile played around Isabela’s lips. “Why stop at practically?”
“Right, well, I think that’s enough for now,” Aveline said, a blush rising across her face. “I’ll take the first watch while you two get some rest. Merrill, could you light the torch for me?”
“Of course,” Merrill replied, sparking a magic flame inside the torch. “I don’t see why you can’t just sleep too, though—there’s nobody else around.”
“You never know when a pirate may try and sneak up on you.” Aveline glanced in Isabela’s direction.
“Hey, what are you looking at me for?” Isabela drew a blanket over herself. “I’m already here!”
Aveline sighed in fond exasperation. “Well, you never know. Besides which, someone only brought one blanket.” She stood up. “Now, get some sleep and I’ll wake one of you in a few hours to swap shifts.”
Merrill lay down next to Isabela and tucked herself under the blanket as well, squirming around until she was comfortable, cuddling up with her head resting against Isabela’s shoulder.
As Merrill drifted off to sleep, an underwater scene unfurled before her eyes. “Hello little fishy!” she greeted a brightly coloured fish as it swam past her face. She watched it zip through the water ahead of her until a flicker of light drew her attention to something on the ground, and she decided to investigate. She skipped towards it, noticing the water provided none of its usual resistance either to movement or her ability to breathe.
As she neared the object, Merrill realised it was a shiny chest wrapped in the thick vines of a plant growing from the ocean floor. “I wonder if you’re what Isabela’s been hunting for?” Merrill said to the chest. “If only she was here for me to ask her”.
As if Merrill’s words had summoned her, Isabela appeared. “Kitten, is that you?” she asked as she swam down towards Merrill. “Do you know where we are?”
“Oh, hello, Isabela, how did you get into my dream?” Merrill responded, flushing slightly as she noticed the way the water had caused Isabela’s shirt to turn almost transparent and cling tightly to her. “Not that I don’t think you’re dreamy, I just… I’ll just shut up now.”
“Oh, you’re so adorable, and quite dreamy yourself.” Isabela put an arm around Merrill’s shoulder, pulling her closer and softly kissing her on the forehead. “Never feel that you need to stop talking on my account. So, how about we work out what’s going on here. What’s that you’ve found?”
“I’m not sure—I thought it may be your missing treasure,” Merrill replied. “Then you appeared when I started to think of you.”
“Well, it’s certainly shiny enough,” Isabela observed, picking up the rounded end of a vine and tugging it. “Let’s clear these vines out of the way and see what we have.”
Together, the pair of them unwound the vine from around the chest before dropping it on the ground beside them. As they reached for the next one, the first vine started drifting back in the direction of the chest.
“Hey, not so fast!” Isabela exclaimed, pulling the vine back before clamping the end of it between her thighs. “Looks like there’s some strange currents around here—we’re going to have to hold on to everything until we’ve got this out.”
Merrill trapped the next one between her legs just like Isabela had—the rounded ends were curiously soft against her skin, she noticed—and they carried on, alternating in this manner with each new vine they untangled.
“Something’s wrong here,” Isabela eventually noted. “We must have removed a dozen vines by now, and this thing looks just as covered as it was before.”
Merrill knit her eyebrows. “I think you may be right. Also, these ones seem to be getting slippery. I’m not sure I can hold on to them much longer.”
“Perhaps we should look for something to cut through them instead.” Isabela cast her eyes around for a suitable object—when suddenly, the ground shook.
Confused, the two women looked at each other, and then at the scene before them. A layer of sand had started swirling around, while the vines they were holding began to snake around their legs.
“Um, Isabela,” came Merrill’s nervous voice as the vines crept around her thighs, tightening as they went, “I think they may not have liked that idea! What should we do now?”
Before Isabela could answer, the swirling sand settled down again, leaving behind the words “NO CUTTING”.
“Oh dear, we’re very sorry,” Merrill said to the inscription. “We didn’t want to cause any trouble.”
“Yes, we just wanted to get this chest and leave,” Isabela said, trying to pull the vines binding her legs in place, her hands unable to grip their now-slippery exterior. “We don’t need it that badly though, so if you just let us go, we’ll be on our way.”
The ground shook again, and this time “PLEASURE FOR TREASURE, DEAL?” appeared in front of them.
Merrill’s eyes widened. “Do you think we can trust them?”
“Well, they do have us in a bit of a bind here,” Isabela quipped, “but I’ve certainly accepted worse offers in the past.”
Merrill nodded, and turned back to the writing in the sand.
“Very well then,” she announced. “We accept your deal on one condition: we can stop any time we wish.”
As soon as the words came out of her mouth the ground shook once more, revealing a single word—“AGREED”—as more vines began to unravel from around the chest and slink towards the pair of them.
The vines around Merrill’s legs slowly raised her off the ground, as new, narrower, vines probed around the base of her shirt, their touch tickling, as they attempted to peel the sodden fabric away from her body.
“Let me help with that,” Merrill offered, reaching down and pulling the garment over her head. The probing vines responded by hooking her underwear and yanking it down her legs, leaving her completely exposed. She looked over at Isabela, now similarly naked; and watched as vines wrapped around her arms, gently stretching her limbs outwards—mirroring what Merrill could feel happening to herself.
Isabela was squirming slightly, and let out a soft moan as vines crept up her back, and Merrill observed the vines leaving a slippery trail on her skin—the same as what they were doing to Merrill herself. Tendrils slithered over Isabela’s shoulders before coiling around her breasts, gently squeezing them; and the tips began to trail circles around her nipples.
Merrill licked her lips. Isabela was a beautiful sight, always, and this was no exception; her pussy moistened in arousal at the vision of the naked pirate arching her back and closing her eyes in pleasure—but then other vines started to do the same to Merrill, stroking her torso and then her breasts, the soft tips flicking over her nipples, and Merrill hissed her own pleasure.
Merrill closed her eyes and moaned as the vines continued to play with her body, leaving wet traces everywhere they touched, and shivered at how good it felt. The vines caressed her in exactly the places she wanted them to—needed them to. She heard Isabela moan again, and felt her pussy-juices drip down her legs towards the vines gripping her thighs. Her wetness invigorated the vines, and the tips eagerly extended upwards, tracing the trail back to the source, adding their own lubricating slime to the mix.
“Elgar’nan, that feels good,” Merrill sighed as some of the tendrils lazily caressed her pussy lips, while another slightly thicker one curiously probed her hole. She pushed herself downwards, to make it enter her, but the vines gripped her firmly—no matter how hard she tried, it remained teasing her entrance, while another tendril strayed a little further to massage her clit.
“Please,” she begged, “I want you inside of me.”
The creature obliged.
The motion of the vine thrusting into Merrill sent mini shockwaves through the water—her slime coated skin tingling every time they washed over her, adding to her growing need for release.
Merrill’s breathing became more ragged as the vines continued to pleasure her, with one stroking her clit and another pumping in and out of her pussy. She clamped her eyes shut so she could focus on the sensations building inside her, taking her closer and closer to the edge of her climax. She heard Isabela cry out her own orgasm; and, together with the vine driving itself deep inside her, proved the final straw as she came hard—her pussy clenching tightly around it—and it was sweet, sweet relief to come at last; she barely heard either Isabela’s cries or the elven words she herself called out as she rode out her peak on the vine-creature that had her suspended in the water to give her the highest pleasure.
When it died down, Merrill opened her eyes, and smiled at the sight of Isabela shuddering from the aftershocks of her own climax. The pirate grinned blissfully at her, before leaning forward and grabbing the tip of a vine in front of her.
“Mmmm, that was nice,” Isabela said. “Want me to return the favour?”
Without hesitation the vine extended forward and Isabela welcomed it into her mouth—eagerly sucking on it, desperate for more of its sweet nectar. But Merrill wanted more. “Please, fill me up,” she begged. “I want to feel you everywhere.”
The vines needed no further encouragement, pushing themselves into Merrill’s tight ass and salivating mouth. She moaned around the one in her mouth, delighting in its sweetness as she sucked on it eagerly. To her surprise, as the vines in her ass and pussy alternated their thrusts, Merrill could feel them thickening. “Oooh yes, more. Bigger. Fill me!” she tried to say around the vine in her mouth as she vigorously bobbed her head up and down on it.
The vines, obliged her desires again—expanding until her holes were stretched to capacity—and it was overwhelming, her body pushed to the edge of climax once more. It wasn’t long before Merrill let out a scream of ecstasy, as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her—her pussy and ass convulsing tightly around the vines inside them.
The pressure on the vines pushed them to bursting point. The ground rumbled, and streams of dark fluid shot out from the vines, both into and onto, Merrill and Isabela—and into the surrounding water, turning it so dark that neither of them could see a thing.
Isabela felt a gentle tapping on her cheek and slowly opened her eyes to a worried face, framed with red hair, looking down at her.
“Oh, thank the Maker,” Aveline said, pulling her hand back and standing up upon seeing Isabela was awake. “I was getting worried. You and Merrill have been acting very strangely in your sleep.”
“Whew, I just had the craziest dream, that’s all. It was probably the cheese that did it.” Isabela looked down at herself. “Now, why am I naked… and—what is this puddle I’m sitting in?”
“That was where the strangeness began,” Aveline said. “Shortly after you and Merrill got to sleep, you both ripped off all your clothes, the two of you then writhed around on the deck and became very vocal. What exactly did you dream about?”
“I dreamt Merrill and I found the treasure chest we’re looking for, but it was tangled up in this plant. It turns out the plant was actually a rather friendly guardian who was willing to offer us the treasure in exchange for some assistance.”
“Oh, that sounds like the dream I just had!” Merrill piped up, the others turning towards her as she sat up. “Except mine was really dirty. They just wanted to have sex with us.”
“Well yes, that’s what I was trying to imply, Kitten,” Isabela said, and then paused as she thought. “But if we had the same dream, does that mean we got the treasure?”
Hope soon turned into disappointment as Isabela looked around and failed to see anything, and a glance at the other women confirmed no treasure had been found.
“I didn’t see anything else strange,” Aveline said, “although the two of you were quite, um, distracting.”
“Oh, poor you, were you feeling left out?” Isabela enquired, laughing as Aveline blushed. “I know how to fix that! Take off those clothes and come sit on my face. Talking about that dream is getting me all worked up again.”
“Let me help with that,” Merrill said, eagerly moving behind Aveline and slipping her hands under Aveline’s shirt, tracing her fingers around the outline of Aveline’s taut abs. “Mmmm… you have such gorgeous muscles. You really shouldn’t hide these away.”
“Well, I need my armour to protect myself and…” Aveline shivered as she felt Merrill’s breath and then lips on the small of her back. “Oh, that feels amazing.”
Merrill worked her way up Aveline’s back, peppering kisses all over it as Aveline removed her shirt. The sea spray that had permeated Aveline’s clothes left her skin with a slightly salty taste.
“Hey, stop having all the fun without me!” Isabela said, reaching up to peel Aveline’s underwear off her. “This was my idea after all.”
“Aye aye captain.” Aveline stepped out of her underwear, and planted her feet either side of Isabela’s head where the pirate lay on the deck. Isabela purred in satisfaction at how wet the other woman’s pussy was as Aveline lowered herself over Isabela’s face.
“Wow, you really did get distracted,” Isabela said, licking some of Aveline’s juices from her thigh, savouring its delicious flavour. Eager for more, she guided Aveline on her mouth so she could lick and gently suck at her clit.
A moan escaped Aveline’s lips; Isabela’s attention to her pussy, the skill she wielded with her tongue, felt so good. Merrill knelt beside her then, and lowered her head to plant soft kisses all over Aveline’s breasts; and Aveline moaned again as Merrill lapped at each of her nipples with her tongue. It wasn’t long before Aveline came, throwing her head back as she called out in orgasm, riding Isabela’s tongue while Isabela hummed her approval of the wetness Aveline was leaving all over her face. Aveline collapsed to the side in bliss, watching Isabela and Merrill share a kiss; and if she wasn’t so satisfied right now she’d have been turned on watching her lovers share their juices between them like the meal they’d shared earlier.
When they were finished, Isabela put her arms around the other women’s necks, pulling them in closer for a hug.
“I bet you’re glad you came now aren’t you,” she said, and Aveline groaned.
“We should definitely do this more often,” Merrill said. “Although it’s a shame the treasure turned out to be just a dream.”
“We’ll find it next time,” Isabela assured her. “I have a good feeling about this tip I got from another of my sources in the Hanged Man…”
Aveline let out another half-hearted groan; and the three of them, contented and still cuddling, fell asleep.
In fact, they slept so soundly that not one of them noticed the vines that quietly retreated over the side of the boat, having left behind a shiny treasure chest and some sand that just happened to spell out “THANK YOU”.