Fjord laid uneasy in his captains quarters. It was a warm and humid night causing sweat to bead at his forehead and upper lip. He had removed his leather armor and was now lying in just his lose tunic and tight leather pants. His thoughts were plaguing him with memories of the days events. He replayed the situation in his mind over and over. Jester was sinking farther into the dark abyss of the ocean, reaching out for help and breath. He swam to her and gave her a bit of his breath. Mouth on mouth, life given to her from his own lungs. The scenario kept playing and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings. He wanted it to be more than just a necessary breath of air. He longed for another bit of contact. It sounded barbaric but he longed to see the neediness in her face and body again. He had longed for her since they had met. Something about her wittiness and personality drew him to her mentally, but it was the passion and flirtatious demeanor that drew him to her physically, not to mention her beauty. He would never tell her but he saw her bathing one night and it gave him pleasure for a few days after. Thinking of that night made his pants grow slightly uncomfortable and yet he still couldn't shake the feeling of her lips on his. The situation wasn't ideal but the thought that she would willingly give him the satisfaction of mouth to mouth contact gave him butterflies. He began to let his imagination run to what might happen if he got to kiss her again. Skin on skin, heavy breathing and fast heartbeats, pleasure and passion. The thought of sex with jester made his orc side come to life with feral instinct. To put it lightly he wanted to fuck her into oblivion. He continued to imagine the situation her warm, soft body beneath his rugged, scarred one as he let out his tension on her. Her moans and movements frantic as he drives her to her climax. He wanted to see her cum more than he wanted to cum. While thinking of this he had subconsciously unlaced his pants and started stroking himself . He imagined the speed he'd go with jester and matched it with his hand. Imagining jester surrounding his dick made him leak and the pleasure made him groan slightly. He had a vague thought of waking up his friends in the surrounding rooms but he pushed it away and continued not caring about his friends at the moment. He kept up his pace and let his fantasy take over. His hand matched his thoughts and he let strings of moans and guttural groans leave his lips as he reached his peak. He closed his eyes and gripped the bedding beneath him. He quickened his pace and let out a low growling moan
