Flames in the Night Chapter

Goldis came in to find Apkis and four other men sitting in a circle with a woman sucking them off. She was nude with body paint all over her body. Her face was the only thing that wasn’t painted. Her reddish-brown hair was messed up from being grabbed by the head and forced to suck. Goldis watched her stroke one cock and she swallowed another that she gagged on for a minute before turning to the next one. It was enough if Apkis was fucking the woman, but to have five cocks out for one woman was too much for the young Commander. His focus was mainly on the woman whose breasts were painted with a large yellow flower and a white rose. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye sucking an Angoth who seemed hung like a horse.

Goldis knitted his eyes at her trying to remember her name. She was a whore one of his own men brought on board for entertainment. He himself had the pleasure of her company. Her name escaped forcing him to give up. The young Commander turned to Apkis who stood up to screw a woman in the ass as he spoke to the Commander.

“She came wandering in sir and started stripping none of us could help ourselves. We decided after a long battle yesterday that some sex was required for celebrating. Isn’t that right Aimal?” Apkis thrust in her harder and faster forcing the other warrior’s cock down her throat. Her choking and orgasms came at once repeating over and over in the cabin. It was starting to annoy Goldis who grew angry at this fashion of celebration.

“ENOUGH! GET THAT WHORE OFF THIS SHIP AND ONTO SOME FUCKING ISLAND!” Goldis roared. The woman stopped and looked up at him in fear. Apkis stopped and gave him a fearful look.

“Well Aimal I guess this is goodbye for you. Our Commander doesn’t want this now or any time.” Apkis told her releasing her as did the warrior she was fucking. Each warrior stood up and put their clothes back on and exited the cabin. Apkis put his chiton back on him looking down with shame.

“I…I ….I am truly sorry sir…Apologies…please.” These were words that Aimal could be saying, but it was Apkis saying them for the whole group. He started to help her gather her clothes. “Here let me help you find your clothes. Calm down, no one will harm you.”

Aimal was on the floor tears rolling down her cheeks fearing her life had come to an end at last. Goldis looked at her with pity. His anger subsided when he noticed his cock was hard. “Very well then you can stay aboard this ship, but after this victory tomorrow you’ll be with the Commander’s Cock for the rest of the trip back.”

“Oh thank you!” Aimal said jumping after his cock and rubbing it with joy. Goldis couldn’t believe a woman like her was hungry for pleasure every day. Was it because she never had true love and chose the life of a whore or was she forced into it to gain wealth. His guess would be both as she began fucking him ferociously. She ate him for ten minutes when someone entered the cabin.

“Sirs, the Cren fleet is on fire, Leothrad must have sprung his assault!” the person yelled not taking any notice to the whore fucking their commander. Apkis tossed a robe over Aimal telling her to get back to her quarters. She rushed away with her head bowed low.

Goldis tucked his cock back in his undergarments and rushed out of the cabin to see what the crew member was babbling on about. Apkis joined him as he wrapped his blue robe over his nude body. As Goldis came out of the deck his gaze is caught by a vast light in the ocean. When he focused his eyes he realized it was the Cren Fleet set on fire.

The flames lit the night sky like a line of candles in a dark temple. They couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but it was obvious ships were burning and sinking. Goldis knitted his brows together confused as to why some ships were catching fire quicker than usual. If a fire were to be set upon a formation like theirs it wouldn’t spread as fast.

“Apkis, they don’t have their ships hooked together do they?” he asked the General, and newly appointed Supervisor. Another ship caught fire as a burning mast fell on the ship closest to it. There must have been hundreds or thousands of Cren servants and slaves dying at once. It was never good to see prisoners of galleys die in a battle like this, especially when they could be useful in future battles or conflicts.

Apkis came to his side with the blue robe on to see the event himself. He only took a second to look before he returned inside. “By the gods of Olintas Leothrad keeps screwing around with the enemy every time we’re in a full fledged battle!”

Goldis turned his head watching his blue robed supervisor sprint into the cabin to arm himself for battle. Leothrad knew how to harass the enemy enough to force them to retreat and piss his allies off at the same time. His strategies were his own and hardly involved collaboration with others. A figure climbed on to the deck at the bow. Crew members and Hoplites drew their weapons.

“Who goes there?” one Hoplite demanded with his Spear pointed at the figure.

“It’s Eron your assholeness!” growled the figure who shoved past the Hoplites and crew members. He walked up to Goldis and kneeled as he saluted.
“I have reported to the outpost and they say more Cren vessels are coming. Fortunately they are ramming into hidden reefs that it blocking their movements. Some say their slaves and prisoners are in a mutiny as a result. General Apkis is there a reward?” Eron looked up at Goldis.

“Eron, you have done well, but have mistaken the Commander Goldis for General Apkis. That is one mistake you have made tonight due to the darkness. Dress yourself for battle and come back up here with me! Do you understand?”

“Yes sir, my apologies sir!” Eron said standing up.

“Fuck the apology and get in your Hoplite uniform! Now!” Goldis barked as his gaze was caught by fire thrown into the air. Did Leothrad have catapults somehow? Goldis asked himself. If the Champion did then a quarter of this Cren fleet would perish tonight and half of what was left would die the next morning. Goldis did not feel like sleeping as he watched fire rain down on the linked ships of the Cren navy.

“What damned fools! They’re not fighting back?” Apkis cried as he came to Goldis’ side to watch the flames crash into the fleet. They stopped as more lights emerged in the dark as though archers were readying their bows. A volley of flaming arrows rained down from five vessels and hit the sails and decks of thirteen more Cren Vessels. Goldis squinted his eyes spotting the lights of the cabins and lanterns aboard the vessels. “There do you see those lights Apkis? It’s Leothrad and his own smaller fleet! Send word to the Crowsians to prepare a frontal assault before the crack of dawn, we’ll wait out here if we have to.”

Apkis summoned for another swimmer to send word over to their allies of the strategy as Leothrad’s rain of fire ended for the night. It was late very late, morning would be upon them all within four hours. Goldis donned his helmet as more Hoplites and crew members prepared for a longer battle the next morning. The flames ate many ships, and created a beautiful orange-red light in the night skies. No stars shined that night as the Veeks roused their allies for another assault on the Cren Fleet.