The Erotic Adventures of Sinbad Ch. 04

Sinbad 5
The Sword of Adonis sailed into the lee of the island, following the glowing light that shone from the cliffs above. Around them, a storm raged, the sun hidden behind thick clouds and billows of cold rain and salt spray. The crew had fought the sudden squall since it had appeared over the horizon a few hours before. The light off their port bow had signaled possible haven from the storm, and the Captain had immediately shouted to the crew to follow it. The pilot heaved the tiller over, and the craft had dug its flank into the choppy gray water. As the Sword came into the lee of the island, the wind died off and the water calmed, the decks steadying. The taut sails fell slack as the winds were blocked by the island. The Sword coasted along towards the small beach, as the crew watched the light begin to float down the cliff.
Sinbad, the Sword's First Mate, directed the crew at the bow to toss in the Sword's anchor. There was a splash as the heavy bronze hit the water, and the stern of the Sword spun towards the beach as the anchor dug into the sandy bottom. Sinbad moved to stand beside the Captain, the two of them watching as the pulsing light approached the beach, and was revealed to be emerging from the hand of a woman that strode down a path on the cliff, stepping onto the shining sand of the beach. Sinbad scanned the water of the small harbor, then suddenly raised his hand to draw the Captain's attention to shapes in the water. "Captain! Look, that's a mast sticking out of the water! There's another one, and another!" Sinbad's hand moved to point at each mast as he spotted each.
"This isn't good," the Captain muttered, "Not good at all. Sinbad, have the crew start to haul in the anchor." Sinbad turned to raise his voice to the crew that stood in the bow, when the light on the beach pulsed, drawing his attention like a moth to flame, stilling his voice deep in his throat.
The light emerging from the woman's fist shone from a small, clear, faceted crystal, held in the slender fingers of a long-haired woman. The light pulsed from the crystal, in time with splits of lightning that tore across the sky. The radiance that spilled from the crystal lit the body of the woman, revealing her in flashes. She could not accurately be described as nude, as a garment of sorts was wrapped tightly around her body, though Sinbad found her appearance even more arousing than nudity would have been. Beginning at each wrist, a slender black leather band wrapped itself around each arm, criss-crossing her torso. Her breasts were encircled by the straps, lifting her swollen flesh, her red-tipped globes jutting forward like aggressive spears. The straps wrapped around her hips, splitting in a vee to frame the bare skin of her sex. The straps were taut, pulling and lifting the lips of her delta and exposing the pink, swollen skin within her. The black leather continued down her legs, her flesh swelling between the loops of leather, until they ended in high boots that clad her calves. Staring at her in all her lewdness, Sinbad felt his own flesh stir and twitch, his heart quickening, its beat falling into the rhythm set by the light radiating from the pulsing crystal.
Between one pulse and another, Sinbad lurched suddenly, amazed to find sand beneath the soles of his bare feet, rather than the sanded planks of the Sword's deck. He stood now on the small sandy beach, with the rest of the crew clustered around him, all standing before the lewd, captivating woman. He was close enough to her now to see a small, cruel smile quirking her lips as she slowly surveyed the men and women that stood before her. Sinbad began to speak, and felt the Captain tense beside him, as he also began to demand that this woman explain herself, and her magics.
"Ah-ahh-ahhh," the woman muttered, her voice cutting across the still air of the silent beach. She raised her hand again, the light pulsing. Sinbad felt his words die in his throat, as his attention was focused on the throbbing sensation in the burgeoning flesh between his thighs. The woman slowly turned her focus across the crew, the flashing gleam from the crystal washing across each crewmember in turn.
There were slightly more than two score crew, counting Sinbad and the Captain. Of them, perhaps two-thirds were male. As the crystal's light swept across each person in turn, each reacted in a similar way, their hips thrust forward as if jerked by cables. The organs of the men were all revealed to be in a state similar to Sinbad's, erect rods quivering like fleshy arrows, all pointing directly at the woman. The woman's eyes perused the body of each crewmember as the light fell across their flesh. The same cold smile remained upon her face, and Sinbad thought suddenly of the speculative assessments he had seen on the faces of people perusing the "wares" in slave markets.
As the light swept across the crew, the women reacted in similar ways to the men, their hips thrust forward, legs slightly parted. The cherry flesh atop their Avrupa yakası travesti breasts was hard, as painfully erect as the organs of the men. Sinbad was struck suddenly by the awareness that the entire crew was nude. While the crew typically sailed in various states of unclothing, Sinbad could not recall a single time when he had seen the entire crew completely exposed, save during their regular orgies. Sometime in the course of the magical transportation of the crew from the Sword's deck to the small beach, the clothing that garbed the crew had disappeared. The small part of Sinbad's mind that wasn't focused entirely upon his throbbing flesh wondered briefly whether their clothing lay puddled upon the Sword's planks, where they had stood when the woman's crystal first pulsed.
These thoughts were instantly washed from his mind as the crystal's light fell upon him. The sensation was overwhelming as the liquid light cascaded across his flesh. It felt as though the very essence of his being was trying to erupt like an orgasm through the crimson head of his trembling spear, trying to explode out of him, across the sand to fall at the feet of the witchy woman.
Though Sinbad was unaware of the passage of time in the piercing light of the crystal, the woman kept the illumination upon him far longer than the rest of the crew. Her cold, hungry eyes swept up and down his nude body, taking in the smooth, defined muscles of his legs and torso, each muscle standing out in relief from his sun-browned skin. Her eyes paused at his hips, admiring the smooth, perfect shape of his cock. Its shaft was longer and thicker than most, though not as long or thick as some of the monstrous organs that protruded from the bodies of a few of the crew. Its red tip was broad and flared, like a mushroom's cap. His organ was arrow-straight, shapely in form, and could have served as the model for a sculptor's representation of the ideal male genitalia. His chest was broad, hips slim, and the muscles that lay beneath the skin were smooth bulges that rippled like tree roots pushing up against the earth. Sinbad's face was smooth, just the faintest stubble dusting his chiseled cheeks and chin. His brown curls brushed the top of his shoulders and were shot with locks bleached to a golden hue by the fierce sun beneath which the Sword sailed.
The crystal's light shone on Sinbad's body, and fell upon the woman's cold face, revealing her slow, appraising nod. Her lips were ruby petals stolen from roses, her eyes large, dark almonds that would have been beautiful in the shape and ebon color, had they showed the slightest hint of warmth or emotion. Her voice fell upon the air of the beach for the first time, a chilly "My, my," slipping from her quirked lips before the exhilarating light swept from Sinbad's body, passing onto the next crewmember. As the light left Sinbad's body, his body convulsed, hips thrusting forward, organ twitching. The shivers and twitches subsided quickly, and he was left feeling as though a hand had stroked him just to the brink of eruption, leaving him bereft and gasping.
The lewd woman's light swept across the remainder of the crew, then she turned and began to walk up the path, her buttocks and thighs clenching beneath the cinching black leather straps. Sinbad and the crew followed her up the path, their bodies moving like wood, drawn forward by the burning desires of their loins. They stumbled along in a sexual daze, until they found themselves in a grassy courtyard before a long stone villa.
The woman turned to face the crew as they gathered before her in the courtyard. A hungry look flashed across her face, just as a powerful burst of light erupted from the crystal. In response to the light, the crew drew together, their bodies moving involuntarily. All of the female members of the crew, and many of the males, fell to their knees and bent forward at the waist. They reached their hands back, fingers spreading their flesh and exposing their nether holes. As the crew moved, the woman lowered her hand to her sex, sliding the crystal up inside her loins, her fingers plunging deep inside her hole, pushing the shining stone up into her body. Sinbad and the other standing crewmembers felt themselves drawn irresistibly forward by their loins, their hard arrows plunging into the targets of the kneeling crewmembers. Sinbad's rod was swallowed by the kneeling Captain's flesh, and his hips began to piston back and forth, driving himself in and out of the Captain's hot, hungry hole. All around him, the crew bucked and writhed, their holes filled and their cocks pounding in and out of each other. To Sinbad's left, a powerfully built crewman named Ashuga, desperately thrust his thick, curved rod in and out of the anus of Phillippe, another crewman. Ashuga's muscles began to quiver and tremble, his face tightening, his mahogany skin sheened with glistening sweat. Suddenly, his hands, which had grasped Phillippe's hips, flung backward as Ashuga's body Avrupa yakası travestileri spasmed in eruption, his seed gushing into Phillippe's flesh.
As Ashuga's body twitched, a ball of light rose from the spot where their two bodies joined. The glowing ball hung in the air between them, pulsing and growing as Ashuga's cock pumped its fluid into Phillippe's hole. As his body calmed, a look of loss and puzzlement swept across Ashuga's face. The shining ball abruptly seared across the air, impacting upon the lewd woman's bare, swollen sex. Her body convulsed as the light splashed upon her, penetrating her glistening hole. Her head tilted back, face displaying a rush of pure rapture. A look of confusion was on Ashuga's face as he withdrew slowly from Phillippe's body, then knelt himself, his muscled hands reaching back to spread his hard buttocks to Phillippe's hard rod as Phillippe now moved to target Ashuga's hole.
Sinbad thrust his sex against the Captain's buttocks, sliding in and out of him, and felt the sensation of impending explosion begin to build within his loins. Above the joining of his flesh and that of the Captain's, a glowing sphere of luminescence began to build. His hips began to move more frantically, pounding himself in and out of the Captain's clenching, hot and moist hole. Sinbad felt his balls begin to creep up into his body, the muscles in his stomach tightening. His muscles began to spasm, jets of hot fluid erupting from his cock, spilling into the Captain's flesh. Sinbad threw his head back, as he usually did as body convulsed in eruption. And suddenly, he understood the confused look that had filled the face of his crewmate Ashuga, at the same moment of eruption. Though his body was responding in the way that it typically did at this moment, his organ twitching as it erupted in the Captain's bowels, buttocks clenching, thighs tightening and blood pounding. But, there were none of the sensations that had always before accompanied this physical eruption. His body was reacting normally, but he felt no pleasure, no ecstasy, and that brief, powerful surge of mindlessness was gone. Sinbad felt bereft as his organ stilled, and his body began to calm. The luminescent sphere of pulsing light that hung before him suddenly streaked through the air, splashing against the moist, swollen sex of the woman that stood before the crew.
Momentarily freed from the mental haze that had enveloped him since finding himself standing nude on the beach, Sinbad watched the woman's body convulse as the ball of light impacted upon her sex. Her head arched back, he chest flushed with blood, the tips of her swollen breasts hardening. As he watched, the bare lips of her sex moistened, glistening with remnants of the ball of light. Her mouth opened, a silent moan sliding from her reddened, bee-stung swollen lips. Her flesh quivered beneath the encircling black leather straps that wrapped her body. After a moment, she straightened, a look of ecstasy wafting from her face. Sinbad angrily realized that the woman was using a magic, certainly located in that glowing crystal, to steal the pleasure that their bodies usually gave them. "Witch!" he said angrily, and realized it was the first word he or any of the crew had said since they arrived on this island.
Sinbad slid his organ from the Captain's encircling flesh, as the Captain turned hungrily, his own organ rigid and jutting from his hips. Sinbad's body moved of its own volition as he started to turn and present himself to the Captain's jutting spear. Suddenly though, he felt his body pulled forward, away from the Captain, and towards the woman. Despite his inability to control his own flesh, Sinbad found that his mind was clear of the sexual haze. From somewhere within himself, he was able to observe his body's movements. A silent scream reverberated within his skull as he fought to regain control of his own flesh. His softening rod swaying between his thighs as he walked, Sinbad found himself moving to stand, then kneel before the witchy woman. Her cold smile fell upon him as she sat back onto a low divan and spread her legs. He could smell the pungent heat of her sex as he leaned into the vee between her thighs, his body moving woodenly. As his mouth neared her bare, glistening slit, another ball of glowing light splashed onto her sex, just before his eyes. Her body convulsed, her thighs squeezing around Sinbad's head, covering his ears and deafening him for a moment. His head was pinioned by her flesh, his eyes filled by the quivering pink flesh of her cunt, its lips pulled open by the tight leather straps that framed it, the glistening crevice into her body opened before his gaze, filled with the orb of glowing light that extruded a luminescent spear and penetrated her flesh like a glowing phallus. Her lips spread and fluttered like the wings of a trapped butterfly, her body shuddering in an eruption of stolen pleasure. Deep within her moist crevice, Sinbad saw a glint of shining Travesti avrupa yakası white, where the light flowed into the crystal buried deep within her flesh.
Hours passed in this fashion, Sinbad on his knees before the witchy woman's heated slit, lapping away with his tongue, massaging the button of flesh that crowned her cunt, as the stolen orgasms of the crew cascaded upon her sex. Behind them, in writhing piles of sweat-soaked flesh, the crew continued to move unwillingly, their bodies pumping, sucking and exploding in unfelt pleasures, their eruptions creating orb of light after orb, each of which shot through the air to fall against the witchy woman's body, drawn by the call of the crystal buried within her. His rod was hard between his legs, throbbing in a painful rigidity. At times, as his jaw stiffened and his tongue grew fatigued, he felt the blood try to leave his cock. When the light spilled against the witch's flesh though, he felt his flesh react with unwilled arousal to the splashes of light, surges of pleasure and blood coursing through his body. These fleeting splashes of eruptive pleasure were the only flashes of orgasm felt by anyone in the courtyard but the woman that commanded their bodies.
As those splashes of pleasure faded from Sinbad's body, brief moments of independence returned to his mind. The crystal, he thought. If I could get that crystal, I could free the crew. As his tongue lashed against the witch's flesh, he crooked a finger, sliding it into her hot, wet hole, swirling it around within. The witch's hips began to move, her fingernails digging into his scalp where her hands clutched his head, pulling his face against her searing sex. A hardness glanced against the tip of his finger as Sinbad pressed against the swollen flesh inside the woman's body. A ball of light fell against her body just then, and she arched in pleasure, her sex opening before his hand. Desperately, he drove his fingers into her, trying to hook free the hard crystal lodged within her flesh.
Alas, as her body quieted, Sinbad was forced to admit defeat. Try as he might, the crystal was just too well-lodged in the depths of the witch's sex. After a moment, the power of the crystal again fell upon him, and he began to lap at her crease, until her hands fell from the side of his head. Her body moved, and the woman suddenly stood. "No, I shan't be greedy. Not tonight at least," she muttered. Her flesh glowed with the vitality stolen from the crew as she stepped towards the high wall that encircled the courtyard. Sinbad and the crew watched, their minds hazed with their desperate need for sex, compelled by the power of the crystal, and by a deep longing within for a true, free release. The woman lifted a small wooden board in the wall, which opened a channel, through which cool, clear water began to pour, filling a long stone trough. Next she lifted the cover from a wooden barrel, exposing dry oats and mixed grain. She moved towards the heavy wooden door that led into the stone building, turning at the last moment to call out, "Eat up my little piggies! You'll all need your strength on the morrow!" She closed the door behind her, and they heard the clunk of a bar falling across it within. A moment later, a similar sound came from the solid wooden gates where they had entered, and the crew was sealed in.
Exhausted, the crew fell to the ground as the woman left the courtyard, the sexual haze fleeing their heads, replaced by the fog of fatigue. Sinbad lay back against the sandy stone floor of the portico. Whereas the rest of the crew had been absorbed in an unending orgy of repeated sexual combinations that had left their organs sore and raw, Sinbad had been left erect without release for the last hours, as he had used his mouth to pleasure the woman. He reached down to take hold of his aching shaft, sliding it up and down along the rigid flesh. His pleasure built, muscles tensing, and after only a few moments, spurts of thick white fluid shot from his speartip, falling like burning oil upon his stomach and thighs. His body arched in spasm, and his mind was consumed by the white heat of the release of the pent-up pleasure in his body. Sinbad moaned, his body quivering, his hand still slowly stroking his throbbing, pulsing flesh, milky pearls of semen oozing from his slit.
As he lay there, Sinbad realized that the woman had not stolen their pleasure forever, but only when she and her crystal, were in their presence. And as he realized this, a plan began to form in his mind. As his hard stem finally began to wilt, he gathered the strength to go to the Captain and explain his ideas.
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The days passed slowly, in a haze of sexual blindness, the crew trapped in the courtyard, their days spent feeding their sexual and life energy to the life-sucking siren whose crystal drained their souls. During the days, the witch laid on the divan, while the crew fucked in a driven frenzy. On some days, she commanded a crew member to kneel between her thighs, their tongue lashing against her flesh, while the other crew members coupled in a desperate sexual fog. And when each crewmember's body began to respond, began to prepare to erupt, the ball of luminescence formed, eventually shooting across the courtyard and falling upon the belly of the Siren, as they came to call her.