Any Port in a Storm: Chapter 33

Tony's Story

I don't cry for long.  Long enough to feel like a weak simpering fool, but before long I am straightening up and wiping the shameful tears from my eyes.  I needed to be strong now, more than I ever had before.

I look at Marama.  “Sorry, I just...I've been...”  I sigh.  “Sorry.”

Mara however looked happier than I'd ever seen him before.  He strokes his soft hand down my neck.  “You are so beautiful.”  He whispers in a hushed smitten awe.  He touches my tear wet cheek with the tips of his fingers.  “So beautiful.”

I laugh a humorless laugh and shake my head.  “As the only man you've seen that wasn't your father I'm not sure I can accept that compliment.”  I look up and down his incredible lean body, taking note that his erection was now fading, and let the realization of what had just happened sink in.  I let out a long sigh again.  “God...we shouldn't have done that.”

“I'm a cutie.”  He says.  Leaning in he kisses my chest tenderly.  “I'm Tony's cutie.  That was incredible!”

I stroke my fingers through his soft hair. “You deserve better than me Mara.  Ashley too.”

“No, I want you.”  He kisses me on the lips and I don't stop him.  I pull him in and hold him close, he happily snuggles into my chest and coos joyful little noises.  He smelled of cum and pussy.  Even in this intimate moment I couldn't help but marvel at the fascinated physiology of the young man.  If indeed he was a young man.  I hold his warm supple body wishing my guilt would allow me to enjoy this affectionate moment more.

We are startled by a nearby noise.

Spinning my head left I see, not 20 feet away, the woman named Miru standing looking at us with a spear in her hand and a grin on her face.  

God damn!  I hadn't heard her approach at all.  The only reason we heard her now was because she purposely hammered the base of her spear into the ground to get our attention.  How long had she been watching us!?

“Miru!”  Mara gasps.

Unlike the other women of her family Miru's outfit was a two piece affair, a wrap that covered her breasts and a thigh length skirt.  She was far smaller than Huali or Makea but her body was lean and muscled and moved with the smooth agility of a gymnast.  Her breasts were round and perky, again smaller than the others, and her dark features gave her a mysterious allure.  Though right now my only thought was...Danger!

My eyes instantly dart around for the small knife we had brought with us.  Out of reach.  I hold Marama protectively and turn my focus back to his sister.  I didn't know what was going to happen next but I prepare myself for the worst.

I hear Miru chuckle at catching us in this compromising situation.  “Well, this is a surprise.”

“Don't hurt us!”  Mara begs.

With a grunt and a grimace I get to my feet with Marama's help.  Wanting to keep Mara safe I move to interpose myself between the siblings, doing so exposes my privates to Miru.

As would be expected her eyes flit down momentarily to check me out...then after a moment she looks back down again and openly stares.

My cheeks burn as she laughs directly at my wilting manhood.  She points with her free hand.  “What is that!?  Were you cursed?  Ha ha ha ha!”

I grit my teeth and clench my fists and ready myself to charge her.  Marama feeling my body tense holds my arm.  “Don't.”  He whispers.

Miru does her best to stifle her laughter.  She looks past my shoulder to her brother.  “You are unhurt.”

He nods.  “I am safe, I am loved.”

“I should beat you.”

“I would fight you.”

She scoffs.  “You!?  Marama does not fight.”

“I will for Tony.”  He tells her.  This obviously impresses and surprises her.

“We would fight you.”  I interrupt the moment.  “Both of us.”

She nods, seeming to accept this.  Her relaxed posture told me fighting was not on her mind thankfully.  “Makea is sick with worry.”  She says.

Mara's head bows.  “I'm sorry.”

Next she surprises me by spinning her spear in her hand with an expert ease and passes it over to me shaft first.  “A gift.”

There is a tense silent moment as her dark eyes bore into mine to see how I would react.  I was sure this was some sort of trick but I reach out for the weapon anyway.  I grip it in my hand and she lets go of her end and smiles.  She holds her hands up and out to show she carried no other weapon.

Looking around the clearing she says.  “This is a very old tree, fresh running water, you have chosen a place of great power.”  She peers back at me with a strange look.  “I thought you might find your way here.  I see you have charmed my brother.”

I plant the spear down like a walking stick and lean my weight into it.  “Charmed?”

She lowers herself to her knees and places her hands over her lean muscular thighs.  She was doing everything in her power to present herself as unthreatening.  “You have stolen him away and lured him into sin.”

“It was wonderful Miru!”  Marama says with a dreamy sigh.  “He was inside of me!  It was...wonderful!”

I blush but she simply tilts her head curiously.  “Father and Mother will punish you for this.”

He straightens up and says bravely.  “I do not care.”

A knowing look comes over her as his words seem to confirm her suspicion.  “You are his slave now.”

“I wish to be!”  Mara giggles jubilantly, Miru joins him in his laughter.  Strangely she seemed genuinely happy for her brother.

“You are good for something after all Marama.”

He takes no offense at this and gladly agrees, speaking with overflowing pride.  “Tony desires me.  He takes my gifts and brings me joy.”

“You are a sinner.”

“I am.”

“I am happy for you Marama.  Heaven is not meant for people like us.”

“Stop this nonsense.”  I growl.  Pointing the spear at Miru I say.  “I can't let you leave.  You'll tell the others.”

Miru looks up to me calmly, too calmly considering the hovering steel spear tip just a foot away from her neck.  “Why would I do that?”  She asks.

I look at her confused.  “Weren't you sent to find us?”

“Yes.  But I will lie to them as they have lied to me my whole life.  Father is a fool and Mother is a deceiver.  They have kept me blind and weak for their own ends.  They wish to control me.  They cannot offer me what you can.”  Miru's eyes expressed no anger but there was an unidentifiable deep emotion flowing through her voice.  While I was relieved to hear this her lack of familial loyalty was still unsettling.  She straightens her back and says in bold voice.  “Teach me.  Teach me Tony Butler and I will be your slave as well...until I am powerful enough to become a master myself.  Teach me your sorcery.  Be my master.”

“Sorcery?”  What the hell was this girl on about?

Marama gasps in fear.  “No!  No Miru, that is evil!”

She ignores her brother, motioning toward my crotch she asks.  “Is it your magic that makes you so small?  I will make a similar sacrifice if it is necessary.”

“I'm not fucking small!”  I cover myself with a hand and wave at her with the spear to be quiet.  “Miru, I don't know what you've been told but...”

A dark look passes over her.  “Do NOT tell me you have no magic.  Ashley said the same.  I am so tired of being lied to.  I am not a fool Tony.  I am not like my siblings.  My eyes are open and my soul is willing.  Our bloodline is one of power, I just do not know how to use it.”

“Please don't speak like this!”  Mara pleads.  “The devil will find us.  He will find our island.”

Miru laughs and holds my eyes in hers.  “Don't you see Marama?  He already has.”

The devil?  Magic?  Sorcery?  If these two hadn't have been speaking with total sincerity and conviction I would have laughed at their ludicrous conversation, as it was I found myself shook.  Miru was absolutely convinced of the truth  of what she was saying.

“Mara, pass me my shorts.”  I say.

“Yes Tony.”  Mara turns and retrieves my shorts where I had left them.  His wetness and a trickle of my cum could be seen down his inner leg as he did so.  I see Miru notice it as well.  I pull the shorts on quickly.  At the very least it might stop her from mocking my junk any further.

“Do you wish to lay with me Master?”  Miru asks.  “I would be willing.  I am still a virgin and I am fertile.”

“No!  Jesus Christ!”  I snap.  Miru and Mara look at each other in surprise at my use of the Lord's name.  “No, I do not wish to lie with you and I am not your Master.”

“Ashley is his wife and I am his cutie.”  Marama explains his own twisted understanding of the situation.  “A cutie is a male wife.”

“Oh my god.”  I groan and rub my face.  This was insanity.

“I could be his wife as well, if that is necessary.”  Miru says.  “Mother says men of power could have many wives when her people followed the old ways.”

“No, Miru, I don't want another wife.”

“I would be a better wife than either Ashley or Marama.”  She says matter-of-factly.  Her voice is calm as a still lake but I could sense currents running deep.  “I am trying to be your friend Tony.  I am supposed to return you two to Father.”  Her eyes narrow.  “Can your magic stop Father's gun?”  The threat in her words were clear as day.

“I can't let you leave here.”  I say again as I bring the spear to hold it in both hands.

Miru studies me for a time then lets out a long breath through her nostrils.  With one swift motion she leans her weight back then pops back up to her feet.  The young woman was lightning quick when she wanted to be.  “Why won't you people teach me?  What must I do?  Is it because you cannot charm me?”

“Miru...”  I speak slowly so that the message could be emphasized.  “...I have no magic!  There is no magic.  I haven't charmed anyone.  I can't teach you what isn't real.”

She nods, clearly not believing me but not willing to discuss it further.  “I am leaving.  I will return.  Stay here and I will keep the others from searching this area.  For now.”

I limp forward a step and tighten my grip on the shaft of the spear.  “You aren't leaving I said.”

Miru squares up to me and waits.  She looked ready to defend herself if necessary, she definitely recognized me as a viable threat, but there is a unnerving calm about her.  Despite all of her advantages at the moment in a flat out fight I was quite confident I could best this woman, especially wielding a spear as I was.  She was fit and athletic but she hadn't the strength, reach, or bulk of her eldest sister.  She seemed to recognize this too, I'm not sure how but I could just sense it.  And yet...there was not one iota of fear in her enigmatic gaze.  This was a person that fear did not come to easily.  If I was going to threaten Miru I was going to have to back it up with action, intimidation was not going to work on her.  Silence descends for a few seconds as we stare eye to eye.

Wanting to break the tension and stop a fight Mara is suddenly at my arm tugging me backward.  “Please don't hurt my sister.”

“Mara, let go of my...”  I turn my head to look at him.  

In an instant his pleading blue eyes completely disarm me.  “Don't hurt Miru, please.”  He says softly.

My shoulders slump in defeat.  “God damn it.”  I mutter.  Miru had thought it was I who had enslaved her brother, the other way around was much closer to the truth.

He hugs me and kisses my cheek.  “You are kind and beautiful!”  Embarrassed by his gushing emotion I push him back, but only a little.

Miru smiles at her little brother.  “Thank you Mara.  Take care of your Master while I am away.”

He nods emphatically.  “I will bring him food and mend him and lie with him.  I am his cutie.”

“I cannot tell Makea you are safe and loved Mara.  She cannot keep secrets.”

Marama sighs forlornly.  “I know.  I will miss her.”

“Can you give Ashley a message for me?”  I ask.

“No.”  Is her blunt reply.  With that she spins on her heel and as quiet and as graceful as a panther hurries off to disappear into the undergrowth.