Tamaska stood with her long, slim legs slightly spread and her hand still busily working all the while staring up at the Baron. her spunk-smeared blue skin flushed lavender for what must have been the thousandth time when Emberspike reported the satisfaction of the crew that she had given herself to. The squirming troll looked up at the faces of the men and Bahiyya. Most of the faces held at least a  hint of lust, although the Baron's was as stone faced as usual even if she thought she had seen a ghost of a smile flicker across his features. . Bahiyya's expression was one of open, leering lust. Her eyes alone told of the untold pleasures that awaited when the disguised succubus managed to get a hold of her again. Even the Admiral's eyes took her in, giving a slight nod of approval at what he saw.<br/><br/>The bellow from the crow's nest made Tamaska jump, letting out a startled squeak. She heard several of the men chuckle that were watching her. Her self-pleasure slowed but she did not stop as the castle and its surroundings came into view.  The place matched the majesty of Dalaran in a much more down to earth way. (no pun intended) It was a clear sign of the regal bearing of its owner but without being gaudy or overstated. To an onlooker unaware of her situation, Tamaska would look odd indeed while she apparently pleasured herself to the encroaching landscape.  Once more, Tamaska was brought out of her haze of pleasure when the admiral spoke up, making the shivering priestess jump. With a voice that sounded like boulders being ground together she heard the Baron order her to be cleaned. She felt both embarrassed and relieved at the prospect of having others clean her soft skin of the drying seed.  She dare not voice the opinion that she would prefer to wash herself lest she find herself greeting her new home still as she was now.<br/><br/>Through it all, she never stopped stroking her nethers as instructed. By now soft whimpers and coos of pleasure fell from her lips and her eyes closed to focus on the pleasure that welled up inside of her.  Her eyes shot open at the sound of the Baron's noise. She had been lost in her own pleasure and had not heard the conversation. She was very relieved that his gaze was not on her and she assumed that his displeasure was not with her either. She found herself pitying the poor fool it was directed at. Those gorgeous amber eyes of her were about to close and lose herself in the pleasure again when Bahiyya's perfect, stunning form knelt beside her. The lust-filled whimper left Tamaska shaking, even more so when the succubus' tongue licked along her cheek. She felt the agile tongue and could not block out the memories of how much torment she had endured from its sensual caress. Tamaska was panting harshly at the view of Bahiyya's burning gaze on her while she slipped back to her previous position. In a mirror of Bahiyya's teasing glance at the pompous first mate, Tamaska licked her lips slowly as she managed to push down that memories of that first night at the inn. She found it strange that for her recollection of time, that had been a day ago and now here she was kneeling naked on the deck of a huge airship under the lewd gazes of hundreds of sailors.<br/><br/>Her body lurched when it was lightly gripped and steadied and the soft, warm touch of the wet sponges began to scrub against her skin. The sailors were efficient and gently moved her how they needed to scrub the sticky remnants from her skin. At least they were at first. Once her arms and legs and back had been done they began to focus more attention on her bottom nethers and breasts. The first gently nudged her hand away from her enflamed slit before, under the guise of cleaning, began to push the sponge against her swollen nub. Tamaska's wide eyes found Bahiyya's smiling face and she whimpered softly at the realization that the succubus was fidgeting and restless, clearly enjoying her display. When the man's fingers, hidden by the sponge, dipped inside of her, the priestess jerked. It was not the only teasing sensation she was forced to endure as she was cleaned. His other hand bluntly groped her firm round breast with no pretence of washing while his counterparts sponge slit between the fleshy cheeks of her backside and his fingers teased her sensitive opening. Her body squirmed and she bit her lip harder. Tamaska worried that if she did not keep quiet, the Baron might punish the sailors for the way they cleaned her. That was until her eyes fell on his face and found him intently watching her form trembling and contort under the sailors' rough hands. One was now running his wet hands through her hair, lathering soap into it before rinsing it.<br/><br/>the touches continued, fingers slipping slowly into both her lower openings as soft sponges stroked delicate skin. When at last they set aside the sponges and began to dry her, Tamaska was almost sulking. Why did so many of these humans seem to have a knack for leaving her aroused to the point of madness. The third sailor had returned with her clothing and she could tell his disappointment that he had missed her opportunity to scrub that bare blue body. She smiled softly and he helped her slip the vest on, dragging a moan from her still raw throat when he took the opportunity to give her breasts a good squeeze. His hands helped to adjust as he pulled the skin tight leather back into place. His hands ran over all of her exposed skin, of which there was a lot and when he stepped away she was almost delirious from the pleasure. She hoped that a rest was in her immediate future because after the romp with the sailors and Emberspike's generous attentions the priestess felt a little overwhelmed. She craned her neck as she felt the ship slowing, wanting to see over the rail as they seemed about to dock.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>