“<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue"><b>Sailors report great satisfaction, Baron!</b></span>” Emberspike cooed, busying his hands with preparing a new cigar for smoking.<br/><br/>Bahiyya amassed a sultry purr to that end, throwing a cattish expression at the well-used trolless. A full blush underlined what she was thinking about, causing a hefty, lurid glance from the First Mate which caused a stern glare produced by the Admiral upon the First Mate.<br/>But it was between Emberspike and Bahiyya, she felt like she could spontaneously burst under their burning glares – she was given the impression that what she might have experienced in their “care” before wouldn’t measure to anything if they went at her again.<br/><br/>The Baron himself, towering above her, took a moment to take in the sight of the self-pleasuring trolless. His mouth again betrayed a hint of a smile, but it was so fleeting, so damn hard to put down that one would be left wondering…<br/><br/>“CAAASTLE OHOYYYYY!” a sailor boasted from the crow nest, causing a shock in the first mate.<br/><br/>As the clouds gave away, Castle Eisenkliff emerged – the heart of the Bruutheim nation in its entire splendor impressed its existence quite clearly in between the thick pinewood forests sloping up the mountain-side it lay on.<br/>Gilnean architecture was dominant – timber frames crisscrossed the cobble-stone facades almost everywhere she could see, meshing excellently with the deep brown roof tiles planted on harshly sloping roofs. The heart of the castle was the main building, a tall, many-floored mansion overlooking the dozens of smaller houses acting as homes for the servants, the guards and the staff.<br/>Furthest to the left of what she presumed had to be the Barons humble abode, three stone towers stretched into the air with complex wooden scaffolding extending from their top – she saw yet another airship like their escort moored in mid-air; a by all means absurd sight.<br/><br/>And down between the many buildings, along the bulwarks of the great walls encircling his castle, outside the mighty bronze gates, it literally teemed with people. She saw dots of torches and lanterns almost everywhere within the precipices of this stately fort, underlining that the Baron wasn’t powerless at all.<br/><br/>The Catharsis banked gently, beginning to align with the nearest docking tower – the Admiral turned to the Baron:<br/><br/>“<i>We shall dock in but a few minutes – any outstanding orders, m’liege?</i>”<br/><br/>The baron promptly answered with a voice fashioned to make seventh graders shut up:<br/><br/>“<b>Have some deckhands wash my pet up here and fetch her clothes. I want her presentable for when we disembark.</b>”<br/><br/>The admiral immediately forwarded the request, hailing three sailors who were lingering close by – they all snapped to attention by his bark, presumably having preoccupied themselves by glaring at Tamaska.<br/>Soon, one bolted down into the lower decks while the other two eagerly scurried to fetch soap and towels.<br/><br/>“<b>Admiral. Have you heard any news from my agent?</b>” The Baron inquired with a voice fashioned to bend iron.<br/><br/>“<i>Yes, m’liege. As you suspected, Viceroy Stoolman has been discussing with local mayors in your absence. Naturally, only cordially, but your predictions seem to hold.</i>”<br/><br/>The baron murred. Now, had that been a normal murr, people around him would know he wasn’t exactly pleased, maybe even a bit troubled.<br/>But his murr instantly came across a murr that preceded an order for execution of whomever wronged him; and their family; and those close to their family. It rattled deep in his throat like an angry bull, muffled behind a brick-wall. Neck hairs rose.<br/><br/>“<b>Ambitious.</b>” He deftly commented as he turned his glance away from Tamaska to peer back at the castle.<br/><br/>The two sailors arrived with expectant expressions – but before they managed to scale the small platform, Bahiyya swooped to a kneel besides Bahiyya, wheezing through a husky voice:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Sienna">Squirm the best you can, pet. I want to see.</span>”<br/><br/>The demoness surprised and shocked both the admiral and the first mate by brashly planting a long, delicate lick against Tamaskas already cum-dirty cheek, lapping up a few droplets before rising to her previous spot. The demoness shot a glance at the First mate and teasingly licked her under-lip through a purr that rendered people weak-kneed.<br/>And not a moment too soon – immediately thereafter, she felt her dirty skin assaulted by soaped up sponges, dripping with heated water. Her two momentary servants weren’t much servants as they were assaulters, swirling their tools across her skin with a more-than-expected enthusiasm. The wipers twirled across every exposed nerve end, but most attention was dispensed to her most sensitive areas.<br/><br/>They weren’t washing, they were groping. And all in front of the ships officers and the local regent, no less!<br/><br/>Bahiyya’s expression suggested how staggeringly hot-headed she was getting. Fingers pulled at her clothes restlessly, eyes raked across her womanly counterparts writhing body…<br/><br/>“<b>I will need to intervene, then – set him straight. He has a good brain, but his loyalties can seem.. dodgy at best.</b>” The Barons voice spoke faintly in the background; however, she felt his piercing eyes enjoying the sight of her exposure..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>