This elf, Dean thought to himself, is cut from a wonderful cloth. Ripe, indulgent, and clearly insatiable. She’d been totally comfortable with a nice little four-way involving the pair of them, his tentacular servants, and the were-fox. In fox form. A truly wonderful woman to have on the ship for their trip! Dean’s leering grin was positively disgusting when the fox’s magic went off. This time, instead of surging through him and reinforcing his power (or clearing his mind), the power seemed to smack the ship like a giant’s hand, warming every surface.<br/><br/>“What the shit?” Dean muttered, gracefully maintaining his footing even as he watched the elf’s breasts bounce and sway in the disturbance. Alright, now *that* made it a solid seventy-percent better, Dean decided as he watched the taut curves that only elves could manage respond to the rocking.<br/><br/>Then the warrior woman was writhing as though in a seizure, body racked with spasms that looked too painful to be anything good. Still, Dean thought as his gaze shifted to her roiling body, if she’d been wearing a bit less, it might have been a show on par with what the elf had just given him.<br/><br/>“Fucking clothes,” Dean muttered, only becoming aware that the fox had fled when he felt Donovan’s mental nudge. Responding, Dean gave Donovan a quick mental image of the hold, along with what the fox had done.<br/><br/>*Apparently she can release a variety of magical emanations, Knight. The first two empowered those around her. This one released raw energy and sent the warrior-woman into a seizure. She’s headed your way, or hiding somewhere between here and the deck. No doubt once we’re further from the dock she’ll come out. There’s no way she’s going to swim back home once we’re at sea.”<br/><br/>Dean didn’t want the fox to go – she was critical to unraveling the mystery of his and Donovan’s unique bond. Or, at worst, a way to ease the prison a bit. Trusting Donovan to handle his side of things, Dean practically danced over to the downed warrior-woman.<br/><br/>“Oh, look. She’s gotten her hands free. This isn’t any good. Now she’ll want to fight, with no joining in the fun as we’d planned.” He spoke over his shoulder to the elf, his tone flirtatious in a darkly sadistic way. “I’m thinking we tie her over a bulwark so she can’t get free. Then explore…” He paused, frowning as the words Methy had spoken registered. “Do what? Are you feeling alright? Are you sure you don’t want to kill the world and bite all the dicks?”<br/><br/>Curiosity, one of Dean’s many flaws, seemed to have stalled his lust, if only briefly.<br/>