The half orc moved to the bed, and pulling the silk sheets around the captain comfortably, actually tucked the sheets under her body just a little.  Then Marek bowed to the captain and after slipping on his pants was out the door, closing it behind him.<br/><br/>As Doxi drifted off to sleep, she could only smell the passion of their sex in her room, and wondered how long it would take for the room to air out with the window cracked open like it was.  Strangly a small part of her hoped that it would take a very long time.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When Doxi awoke later it was full daylight outside her windows.  She recalled with a bit of a start how they had left Blackpeak before noon, and her nap... the kind of nap that only the truly sexually satisfied ever have... put her for a moment in that strange groggy twilight where one isn't sure what time or even day it is when they wake up.  She felt a slight tingle in her nethers, and remembered the brutally good fuck that Marek had given her.  Strange, her pussy wasn't even the slightest bit sore however.  While she was a professional, he was very large and thick, and he had fucked her quite roughly.  She had imagined she'd feel a bit of an ache.  One hand dipping under the silk sheets, she found her sex.  The dampness there was mixed with dried evidence of their passion, but her pussy felt perfectly fine, not sore in the least.  Experimentally she slipped one, then two, fingers into her cunny and was mildly delighted to find that some of Marek's seed still remained inside of her, but no soreness at all.<br/><br/>She wondered if it had something to do with the curse shards that remained a part of her soul.  She knew that they were still there and sometimes, rarely, they egged her on to truly wanton acts.  But she also remembered how Vera said the curse healed her body at times, was it possible that the curse shards were somehow healing her too?  Taking away minor aches and pains?  Ultimately should she care?<br/><br/>She picked up her discarded clothing and dressed, feeling the moisture between her nether lips held in with a perverse glee.  Maybe she should bathe?  Then again, maybe she'd just see how long she could keep the gushy feeling between her thighs.  She'd never shared her bed with Marek in the way she had earlier, and she was finding a strange emotion over it... one part glee, but another part... almost soft and sensitive... tender.  She really did care about the half orc, he was a good and loyal man.  It was too bad he WAS a man and not a futa like Janmorel.  Then again... something about the way he pressed Doxi into the wall... held her....<br/><br/>Doxi shook her head and left her room.  She should get an update on the ship.  Well since the elemental core room was the closest, that was her first stop.  Doxi was surprised as she pushed open the door.  Inside the room was thirty degrees hotter at least.  Janmorel turned as the captain opened the door.   A rag tied about her head kept her hair out of her eyes, but she was wearing only a thin shirt, soaked through with sweat, and her normal leather pants had been traded in for a long purple sheet, tied about her waist like a skirt. (http://danbooru.donmai.us/post/show/251266/bandana-bandeau-blonde_hair-blue_eyes-breasts-earr)  Obviously it was far too hot in here for her to wear leather.  She turned to Doxi, and flapping her shirt to get some air onto her sweating breasts, she said, "Sorry about the heat Captain, I've been laying spells like mad on Zephyr's containment cell,"  She knocked on the mithril cylinder that dominated the room, which was inlaid with hundreds of arcane glyphs and continued, "It's helping Zephyr to keep the cell nice and hot, lets her eek out a little extra speed while keeping the strut in place.   But I would suggest giving her at least a day to rest when we reach Dragon's Roost.   We do that while I finish fixing the strut, and everything should be good as new."<br/><br/>The futa certainly didn't look to be very comfortable, but she was also not complaining.