Evocation

(CLEAN) Chapter 32- The Ending

*This is the cleaner version of Chapter 32. You do not need to read them both.*

Hadrien:

The first week without my crew was hard. My crew is my family, and it's like a piece of me is missing without having Dean, Arlo, and Lorcan around. I even find myself missing the other sailors that left. I only knew them for a few months but we've gotten close in our own ways.

Echo did not handle it well. She spent the first week and a half crying all the time. It wasn't loud or obnoxious. It was when she thought we were all sleeping that she would curl into a ball and sob to herself. I tried holding her as much as I could, hoping it would help. I could tell her sadness was getting to Daegan. He was constantly following her around and asking her if she was alright at least a hundred times a day.

The two weeks after that weren't any easier. As the rest of us started to get used to our new life, Echo had convinced herself that The Evocation crew would change their mind and come back to her. She sat on the beach every single moment she was able to, hunched over, staring at the line that sea meets sky, looking for her ship to come back to her.

She stopped engaging with the rest of us. She didn't care to come to meal times. She stopped offering to braid our hair and she stopped smiling beautifully when we sang. This bothered Fenix the most. After several days, he found her down at the beach and shouted some sense into her.

"I know you miss them, but they're not coming back! You can't spend the rest of your life watching the sea and begging the Gods. You wanted to stay on the Port of Storms for a reason. You wanted me to stay for a reason. Don't neglect us anymore," Fenix told her.

It was harsh, but it was what she needed. She started spending more time with us again, and I got my best friend back. She started smiling more, dancing more, laughing more. But there were still times that she would sneak away and wait for The Evocation on the beach. I did my best to redirect her. "Yoli needs flowers, let's go pick some." "Harold's daughters need new dolls, help me make them?" "Gould has a hole in his roof, help me patch it?" I used every excuse I could to keep her mind and body busy.

In the meantime, it helped strengthen my relationship with the islanders. If anybody needed a task done, Hadrien was there to pick it up. And I'd do it with a smile on my face. With thirty-two people on the island, there's a lot of gears in our machine. I've made it my responsibility to make sure they are all oiled and moving smoothly. A few of the people have jokingly started calling me "Chief Hadrien."

The next week and a half has been truly, fully, unquestionably agonizing for me. Of course, Fenix and Daegan are loving it. Echo's emotions have flipped entirely, and it's like she's almost forgotten about The Evocation. She has been so horny. She's constantly pulling on Fenix and Daegan and asking them to fuck her. She's subtle about it to the islanders, but I have to live with them. So I'm constantly walking in on her beautiful moans as one of the men fuck her senseless. Then a few hours later, I'll find her being choked up against a tree in the woods. Or under the waterfall mewling like a cat in heat.

She's so insatiable, she's even made me a target. She's rubbing her ass against me at night and giving me sultry looks at breakfast. She's flirty and sexy about it. It's been progressively harder to resist, but I do. I'm not sure if this sudden bought of horniness is her weird way of coping the loss of the crew, but I don't want our friendship ruined over it. So when she presses her breasts in my face and moans my name, I laugh it off and turn away to hide my torment.

Fenix and Daegan tease that my dick is asleep, being able to resist Echo throwing herself at me. I can assure them, it is anything but. My self-restraint is solid as steel though. I value Echo's brain and personality and passion more than I value her body, so I keep my distance. It doesn't mean it is easy on me though.