Hidden Island Chapter 20, part 3 of 3

Hidden Island
Chapter 20, part 3 of 3

Quinn said nothing.

"You're a shitty conversationalist, Quinn," Lace rolled her eyes.

"Are you here for conversation?" he countered.

"At this point, I don't know why I'm here!" Her hand went to her hip, challenging and mocking.

"It was my understanding that you were here for sexual pleasure," Quinn explained with all the passion of a stone.

"How the hell can Jack fuck you?" she said in disbelief. "You're impossible!"

"She tells me what she wants," Quinn said.

"I want you to want to serve me and worship me and make me feel like I'm the most important
thing in the entire world to you while you fuck me," Lace said, her voice full of challenge.

Quinn gave her a small smile. "Yes, mistress,"

Will's hand touched the cold mirror, marveling at it. Janie's hand was on the other side, trying to touch his, so close but with untold distance between them.

"Well, that's a bit cliché," Captain Vex said with a small smile.

Next to her on the bed, Bella was still naked save for the white paint on her face. The witch gave the Captain a gentle backhand on the arm. "It's cute. Let them have this." Belita had hung up her hat and coat and was unbuckling her boots. "And that's my job." Bella continued, swatting the Captain's hands away from her buckles and sliding off the bed to one knee.

"You're all right? Really?" Will asked, ignoring the women behind him.

Janie nodded. "Now, yes. I wasn't doing well when Caine came to find me, but it's amazing what a hot bath and a change of scenery will do."

"Tell Caine I owe him another one," Will smiled. "I'm sorry about what happened. I never should have let Morant let Cal go while Jakob still had ahold of you."

"I will not let you blame yourself for this. It wasn't your fault," Janie said firmly. Her hand dropped from the mirror, and Will followed. They looked at each other for a moment.

"If there had been more time, maybe-"

"No," Janie cut him off. "There wasn't. You did the best you could under impossible circumstances. Nobody died. Nobody even got hurt beyond a few scrapes. Things turned out as well as they could have."

Will nodded. "I'm glad you see it that way. It's hard not to blame myself."

"Your guilty conscience is duly noted," Janie said with a small smile.

Will laughed. "Was that snark?" He looked at Tonya sitting on the table behind Janie, kicking her legs back and forth. "This is your fault, isn't it?"

Tonya gave him an innocent look and a slight shrug.

"No, Will. That was wit. I wouldn't expect you to know the difference." Janie's small smile seemed to grow without actually widening.

Will's eyes went wide, half surprised, half proud. Behind him, Bella made a choking sound. Tonya covered her mouth with her hand.

"Who are you, and what have you done with my Janie?" Will demanded, unable to hide his smile.

"She's Evangelina now," Tonya piped up.

"What?" Will asked. Janie suddenly looked less sure of herself. She turned around and gave
Tonya had a fierce look. Tonya shrugged again, clearly enjoying the trouble she was causing.

Janie turned back to Will and sighed. "I needed a name for my disguise. Things got a bit... carried away."

"Evangelina?" Will said, trying the name out in his mouth. "Fancy."

Janie looked down at herself. "That's one way of putting it."

"I like the disguise, by the way," Will said.

"I'm sure you do," Janie said with a small laugh. "I'm not quite sure how I feel about it yet, but everyone else seems to love it."

"It's still pretty much what you usually wear, just with a lot less fabric," Will offered.

Janie sighed. "Yes. Well, that extra fabric is quite important. How would you feel if we removed three-quarters of the fabric in your clothes?"

Will looked down at himself, imagining mostly see-through clothing on himself. "All right, I see your point."

"Sounds fine to me," Bella quipped behind him.

"Aye," Belita agreed.

"Same," Tonya piped up.

"Shameless harlots surround us," Will deadpanned.

"And somehow, I've become one of them," Janie admitted, looking down at herself again. "It is rather fun, all things considered."

"I never thought I'd see the day when you'd say something like that," Will smiled.

"Nor I," Janie shrugged. Will's gaze dropped to her chest as the simple movement of her shoulders distracted her breasts. Janie scoffed and caught his eye when he looked up again.

Then, with a small, mischievous look in her eye, she shrugged again, a little faster. Will laughed.

"Evangelina is a bad influence," Janie said, still smiling.

"She's in good company," Will grinned.

"Yes, she is," Janie agreed. She looked over Will's shoulder. "Thank you," she said to Bella. "If I can't be there with you, this is the next best thing."

"You're welcome," Bella said with a shrug. I should teach everyone how to work the mirror's magic." She stood up. I don't think you and Tonya can see it, but a couple of candles are on this side. While lit, the mirrors will act as windows to each other. There have to be two, one on each side. They light the path. When they go out, the mirror goes back to normal."

"How long will the pattern hold?" Tonya asked.

"Forever, as long as it stays charged. Having the candles lit burns off the energy in the pattern, but it can be recharged from either side," Bella explained.

"How do we recharge it?" Janie asked.

"Well, any energy transfer ritual would work, but I prefer the fun ones," Bella grinned.


"So, sex." Will chuckled, not surprised at all.

"While the mirror is activated," Bella clarified, slipping her arm around Will's waist and giving him a playful bump with her hip. She winked at Janie. Janie's eyes lit up as she realized the implications.

"There's a few specific ritual things that must be done," Bella continued. "Tonya knows them already. Either one of us can set it up and do the transfer. Beyond that, yeah. Sex in front of the mirror."

"I'm not sure I remember how to do it," Tonya said, hopping off the table. "I think you're going to have to show me again."

Bella arched an eyebrow. "Oh really? Forgetting your lessons already?"

"Hmmhmm," Tonya said, slipping her arm around Janie's waist, mirroring Bella and Will.

"I just spent the last few hours working one of the hardest spells I've ever tried, and I haven't had a bath since yesterday. I'm a little gross right now," Bella shook her head.

"Well, that's easy enough," Belita said. She stood up and padded into the tiny washroom. A moment later, they heard the sound of a slightly squeaky pump and the splash of running water.

"Sounds like this is happening," Will said. He saw Janie try not to be noticed while she squirmed.

He met her eyes to let her know she noticed. She squirmed more and looked away.

"Twist my arm," Bella sighed. "Tonya set up a containment circle in front of the mirror, draw a transfer pattern in white on your chest, and light two candles. Oh, and draw one on Janie, too. I'll be back after I wash up."

"Me?" Janie asked, but no one answered her.

"Yes, ma'am!" Tonya gave a goofy salute and skipped out of the mirror's view. Bella followed Belita into the washroom.

Suddenly, Will and Janie were alone.

"I wish you were here," Will said sadly.

Janie nodded. "It's amazing how much can change in just a few days."

"Yeah," Will sighed.

"It will change again, probably suddenly. This won't last forever."

Will nodded. "I'm going to come back for you. I meant it."

"I know. I'll be here when you do. And with Bella's mirror, it will be almost like I'm already on the ship." Janie smiled.

"I wonder if Belita could teach you to be a Purser through the mirror," Will mused.

"What's that?" Janie asked.

"Something like an accountant, a notary, a scribe, and a moneychanger rolled into one. A Purser is a ship's record keeper," Will explained.

"Isn't that essentially what I do for you?" Janie asked.

"Very similar," Will smiled. "It should be easy for you to pick up."

"And here I was worried I didn't have any applicable skills for life on a boat," Janie smiled.

"Ship," Will corrected. Janie rolled her eyes.

They heard a splash. From the other room, Bella groaned in ecstasy. "How'd you heat the water?" her muffled voice carried into the bedroom.

"The last ship's which I had made a trinket for me. It's that rock hanging from the fixture," the Captain's muffled voice explained. Then there was another splash.

"We aren't both going to fit!" Bella squeaked.

There was another splash and the sounds of wet bodies sliding together. "Ye sure?"

Janie tried not to laugh. "Oh, to be a fly on that wall."

Tonya returned to the mirror's view and ducked below it, out of sight. Janie looked down and stepped back. "Hold this," Tonya said, her hand coming into the mirror's view again, holding a string length. Janie took it, looking confused. "Now stand there and turn yourself to keep facing me while I move," Tonya instructed. Janie tentatively backed up a couple of steps while holding the string. Tonya slowly came into view again, crawling on her knees, tracing a circle on the ground in chalk. The string was tied to the chalk, creating an arc as Tonya drew. Catching on, Janie turned with her. The alcove was small, and the circle was about four feet wide. "We're going to need to move the mirror next time to make a bigger circle," Tonya muttered. She stood up and dusted off her hands. Then, she went to a shelf and pulled down a small ink pot. She unstoppered it, walked back to the mirror, and then stopped. "Well, shoot. Usually, I do this in the mirror."

"I can blow out the candles. When you're done, you can light yours on your side," Will suggested.

"Good idea," Tonya nodded.

"See you soon," Will said to Janie. She nodded quickly, expectantly, clearly worried that somehow the magic wouldn't work again.

Will picked up the candle at the mirror's base and held it before his face. "It's going to be all right," he said.

"I know," Janie said, trying to let go of her apprehension. It was silly to be nervous, but after having just reconnected, she didn't like the idea of losing that again, even briefly.

Will held her gaze for a few seconds, and she nodded. He blew out the candle. A strange fog rolled in from the edges of the frame, leaving only his reflection in its wake. With Janie's face gone again, Will felt hollow. Where did that come from? He shook his head to clear it. Her nervousness was rubbing off on him.

He pulled off his shirt, tossed it on his bags, and walked into the washroom.

Lace's eyes rolled back in her head. Her arms were stretched up, holding onto the wooden headboard to brace herself as Quinn's thick length stroked slowly into her.

He had one knee on the bed, his other leg off it, and his foot on the floor. His strong hands held her hips. They were nearly big enough to encircle her waist. His thumbs pressed into her hip bones, and his fingers dug firmly into the muscle of the upper curve of her butt. Her legs were spread wide and resting on his forearms, her feet dangling behind his elbows. The slight lift he gave her by supporting her legs and hips put his stroking cock at a fantastic angle to scrape against sensitive places inside her.

Jack hadn't been kidding. Quinn had held that position, that pace, that measured, constant driving for longer than any human man could. He was surprisingly gentle. His eyes never left hers. He watched her like he was reading her, delving into her as she tensed and writhed beneath him. His strokes ended in firm pressure, which he held for a moment, grinding before pulling out and doing it again. At first, she wasn't sure if it was what she wanted, but the slow buildup had turned into something she'd never experienced.

There was no hunger for Quinn. No need. There is no underlying drive to reach his orgasm. There was no desire to prove himself or to challenge her. There was only the task, which he performed expertly, all for her.

She'd wanted this for as long as she could enjoy it. She'd mistaken many things for it, but now that she was experiencing it, she knew everything else had been a shallow comparison.

"Harder," she said, staring back into his dark eyes. His intensity rose a notch, but his speed did not. He put a bit more power into the end of his thrusts. She felt herself moved; her whole body rocked from the impact of his hips hitting hers as his cock buried itself inside her.

He was quiet. His face was expressionless, save for his eyes, which seemed only to be trying to draw out her thoughts. He wasn't even breathing hard, and she wasn't sure he was breathing at all.

She was panting, writhing, groaning. Her hands clenched on the headboard, and her toes curled.

Her stomach and her butt clenched. Her insides squeezed. She could feel an orgasm building.

"Faster," she moaned.

His pace increased effortlessly. She'd seen contraptions built by mainlanders before. It was a two-wheeled thing people could ride instead of a horse. The inventor selling it had made much noise about how it had adjustable settings to make it go faster or go up hills more easily. At the time, she wondered why anyone cared about a machine like that. Now, suddenly, she understood. She laughed at the strange thoughts of the wheeled thing as some pedal-powered sex engine instead. Quinn kept looking at her like he was trying to read her thoughts, but his pace never wavered as she unexpectedly laughed. He didn't ask. She smiled up at him. He was a marvel.

The continuous thrusting built up the heat and pressure inside her quickly. "Oh, yes," she hissed in anticipation. Any other man would have sped up or thrust harder. Quinn didn't.

"Touch me. Use your hands. Show me how good you are at pleasing me," she groaned. One of Quinn's eyebrows twitched. He almost smiled. One of his hands let go of her hips. His thumb slid down between her legs and found the soft folds at the top of her cleft. It began to swirl gently, brushing that sensitive button with each pass. The pace of his circles matched the pace of his strokes. She felt like she was sinking into a pool of bliss. The little sparks that stole her breath for a small moment with each pass of his thumb intensified the wave that rippled through her each time his cock drove entirely in and his hips rocked hers.

Then something changed. It felt like a gentle tickle at first, right beneath his thumb. Her eyes slowly went wide in confusion as it built in intensity. It felt like something swirling. Wet and slightly cool. It felt like the pad of his thumb had become a tiny whirlpool. He continued the circling motion with his thumb, dragging the strange vortex in an orbit around her clit. It never entirely lost contact with her most sensitive area. It brushed and teased and pulled like it was trying to tug her clit gently upward.

"What are you doing?" she asked, unable to form the words.

"What you asked me to. Would you like me to stop or do something differently?" Quinn replied.

"No... Fuck no... Don't you dare stop... That's incredible," she said between strained shudders.

"Yes, mistress," he rumbled.

"More. Whatever that is, can you do it more?" she asked.

The feeling intensified. The vortex grew more robust and a bit bigger. Her hands flew from the headboard and slammed down on the bed, gripping into the sheets as the shock of pleasure hit her. Her back arched, driving her pelvis firmly upward into his thumb. "Oh, yes!"

She stopped worrying about how he was doing it, stopped caring to ask, and just let the feeling overtake her senses. The orgasm that washed over her was like nothing she'd experienced before. It wasn't the most powerful she'd ever had, but it was intense. It didn't come in waves like she'd heard other women talk. It was simply fierce and prolonged. It seemed to drag on forever. At some point, her body gave out, and her arched back thumped into the bed. She realized she'd been waiting a long, keening cry. The change of position was enough to rock her out of the orgasm and let it finally fade. "Oh, fuck me," she gasped.

Quinn was, in fact, still fucking her. He hadn't stopped. His face was contorted with his pleasure, but it faded as her orgasm did. The swirling continued, but she was suddenly too sensitive. It was too much. "Stop. Stop, no more. Too much."

Quinn's thumb lifted. Her clit felt like it was gasping as the swirling vortex was replaced by cooler air. His thrusting stopped, but he didn't pull out. He waited.

"What the hell was that?" she demanded.

"Pleasure, as you ordered. Was it not satisfactory?" Quinn asked.

"It was. Oh yeah, it was. I want to know how you did it," Lace asked.

"My people are tied to elemental forces. Mine is water. You felt a tiny whirlpool formed from your body's sweat," Quinn explained.

Lace took a deep breath, still unsure if she could move. She was used to climbing rigging for hours a day. She was strong and rarely got fatigued, but that orgasm had left her feeling pleasantly spent. She probably could have moved; she didn't want to.

"That's impressive but also a little gross," Lace chuckled. "My sweat?"

"It is only water and salt," Quinn explained.

Lace laughed again. "Fine. I'm just not going to think about it too much. That was incredible."

"Shall I continue?" Quinn asked.

"Can you keep going? It looked like you came when I did," Lace asked. He was still hard within her, and she didn't know why she'd asked the question.

"I did. That does not mean I cannot continue," Quinn said. She swore she heard a hit of pride in his voice. "I am not human."

"Clearly," she smiled. "Keep going. Careful of my clit, though; it's going to need some rest before you do the whirlpool thumb thing again."

"Yes, mistress."

His steady, strong thrusts began again, just as they had started.



To be continued