The demon chortled with a stinging amusement at her hardly passionate feedback – suppressing a shiver coerced by the memory of her tongue against his sensitive skin, the red-scaled being strode past her, letting the chain hit the floor.<br/>Leaving her to consider her fate, the demon clad himself lazily – once fully in attire, he turned to grin at Tamaska as smoke – manifesting from thin air – began swirling around his ripped body. Soon, he was stripped of his bulk, leaving the less impressive goblin standing with a coy grin on his face.<br/><br/>Emberspike accosted the golden chain signalling his ownership of her and proceeded towards the door, throwing a wayward glance over his shoulder to savour the presumed anxiety boiling in Tamaska.<br/><br/>From the confines of the sailors’ bunks, the two emerged – plenty of people who passed by in the intermediate time knew what had transpired – hell, half the deck knew by now, judging by the passing rumours her former five suitors made. But now, she stepped into a whole other world of shocked attention.<br/><br/>A half-naked, tight-dressed trolless was bad enough, but this distraction was even more tangible, Tamaska noted – several of the sailors she had to pass as they ventured through the bowels of the mighty airship couldn’t compose themselves, going slack-jawed in simple, dumb-founded surprise.<br/><br/>Worse it was when she began attempting to act to the will of Emberspike – with every joyful lick of her creamy fingers, she knew at least a few minds momentarily dumped whatever practical thought they had, focusing in on this immensely humiliating and ground-breaking sexy sight of a frisky, used trolless acting as if she was savouring a particularly delicious meal.<br/><br/>People barely managed to stammer forth statements of surprise as the cum-dripping temptress snaked past them. And by the Spirits, if she had the gusto to actually peer seductively at them, she’d notice how some of them barely had the mental capacity to keep upright.<br/><br/>Emberspike had a much closer eye on her this time – every now and then he’d read the expressions of her victims and compare it to her efforts; irregardless of whether she met his expectations – something she initially was left to assess herself – the huge grin on his goblinoid face underlined her former notion that, indeed, this man sought found great enjoyment in the whole absurd scenario.<br/><br/>As they broke into the sunlight of the top deck, a sailor forcefully kissed a wall and dropped his keg of ale as his neck was busy pivoting his head onto her – and throughout their trek across the deck, similar hair-brained events transpired.<br/>Like an agent of chaos, the two paraded down the deck, causing mishaps and misfortune in a shocked crew that was trying to come to terms with what was happening before their eyes.<br/><br/>And as she walked, she felt the juicy deposits deep within her slide down her leg and dot across the deck. She was an outright mess and currently susceptible to every single glance within her own eyesight.<br/><br/>As she approached the four helmsmen, the admiral, the first mate, the Baron and Bahiyya (who curiously at that time was sliding her hands across a straining admiral) she noticed that the airship was skirting across pinewood tree-tops. In the far distance, occasionally revealing itself through bulging clouds, she saw what had to be a castle of some-sort.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>On yer knees an’ spread them wide – straight back an’ keep cleanin’ yourself.</b></span>” Emberspike commanded as they reached the foursome who each zoomed their respective attention onto her messy body and face.<br/><br/>As she did as told, cum was allowed uninhibited exit of her used holes, immediately sopping gently onto the wooden floor beneath.<br/><br/>The goblin grinned triumphantly as he leaned in, muttering in her ear:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>And you’ll earn a few brownie points if ya’ plays around with ya’self a bit. Just keep it quiet.</b></span>”<br/><br/>Bahiyya had lost all interest in the Admiral, flaring eyes mimicking quite well the hungry glance that Emberspike not long ago gave her.<br/><br/>The admiral had by a large extension equally lost all interest in Bahiyya, unable to hide his own dumbfounded glance as his eyes raked down the subservient trollish woman.<br/><br/>And the First Mate looked like he could drool at any given time.<br/><br/>Finally, the Baron turned to size up the result of his former order – Emberspike, apparently quite confident in his high grounds, began lighting himself another sturdy cigar. To underline his confidence, the Baron managed to produce the faintest shadow of a smirk, speaking In his voice fashioned to rewrite history in his image:<br/><br/>“<b>I see the sailors were satisfied with my gift.</b>”<br/><br/>His unsettling, dangerously alluring eyes caught hers and stayed locked enough time…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>