Garrison Fawkes’ POV

Unexpectedly, the Madame did not portal us to the Isles of Crete, where the Azrael and the Minotaur populations lived. Perhaps they needed to conserve energy? I still did not understand how and where the Madame was obtaining their powers from. They had not fed or done anything at all to indicate a source of energy. At least, not in front of me. 

Regardless, I had not been on a ship for so long and I missed it. While the Madame did not take us to the Isles immediately, they were able to take us to the docks. There, we sought passage aboard a merchant ship that would pass by the Isles. 

Since the merchant ship had a few other stopovers before arriving at Crete, the journey would take a few days. The Madame and I were given a shared cabin with a bed just big enough for the both of us if we squeezed a little. My stomach felt hot and fluttery thinking about it, but I chided myself mentally. Based on the past few nights, they probably wouldn’t even sleep.

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There wasn’t a lot for us to do on the ship. The crew members—mostly Minotaurs—have everything handled and they wave of my offer to help. In the meantime, the Madame had swapped their lacey skirts for satin pants that fit them too well. The half-veil remained as part of their all-black ensemble. And somehow, no breeze could lift the veil enough for me to catch a glimpse. My curiosity burned in me, but I refused to breathe a word of it. The veil felt far too intimate to ask about.

On the second day of sailing, my knees were tired and wobbly. Not being at sea for the past two years had taken a toll on my sea legs. I found myself yawning more frequently from the exhaustion of trying to maintain my balance on board. 

“Would you like a massage?” asked the Madame.

“Excuse me?” I must have misheard.

“Would you like a leg massage?” they repeated.

I blinked in astonishment. “What for?”

The Madame smirked and my heart skipped a beat. “You don’t want one?”

“I do,” I blurted, eyeing hands that weren’t covered by black lace anymore. “I do, yes. Um, now?”

“Sure.”

I scrambled onto the bed, fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons. 

“You can keep the shirt on,” they say in amusement. 

I flushed hotly. “Oh, right.” There is a little disappointment in there.

“Keep your underpants on, but remove your trousers, Captain.”

My eyes are wide, and I can feel my breath coming shortly, but I can’t seem to stop. 

“Garrison?” they called in concern. “Are you alright?”

My hands were trembling slightly as I unlaced my trousers and shucked them to the side. I lay down, blinking wide-eyed at the ceiling of the cabin. The Madame’s cool palms were wet with heating oil when they finally touched me.

Their fingers begin kneading at my outer thighs, rubbing the scent of herbs into my skin. Palms glided down my muscles to my knees and I couldn’t stop them from jerking involuntarily. “S-sorry,” I stuttered.

“It’s alright,” they replied. Their voice was soft and soothing, and I found myself calming slightly. 

Slick palms slid onto my inner thighs and I froze momentarily. The Madame didn’t stop though. The oil kept my muscles warm as they pressed clever fingers into my tired legs. They moved lower and I sighed out a quiet moan when the Madame squeezed the meat of my calves.

I was so lost in the pleasure-pain of a massage that it took several tries for the Madame to command my attention. 

“Turn over please,” they asked. And I rolled over languorously. 

When I did though, it became apparent to me that my arousal was being pressed into the mattress and that for the past…however long I had been on my back, the tentage in my underpants was a clear indication of my enjoyment and the Madame would have obviously seen it. I smother myself with the pillow, arms snaking underneath to hold it more firmly against my face. 

Then the Madame pressed something on the sole of my foot and my hips stuttered. There was a bit of drool where I had groaned into the pillow. 

It didn’t take very long for me to descend into a pleasurable haze once more. At some point, the Madame had finished the massage. They touched gentle fingers to the small of my back as I lay on my front. The sheets were pulled up to cover my back.

“Sleep now,” I heard them say. “I’ll wake you for dinner.” 

My eyes drifted shut and I dozed off, body tingling pleasantly.

~

Later, I awoke to the touch of cool fingers on my cheek. 

“Garrison, wake up,” called the Madame softly. It was the nicest awakening I’d ever experienced, despite the crick in my neck for sleeping on my belly. 

As I sat up, the covers fell back, fabric pooling in my lap when I turned over. The blankets felt nice and smooth on my bare legs. My stomach chose that moment to rumble, and I smiled sheepishly. They had brought a bowl of stew and some biscuits to go with that I accepted gratefully.

“Thank you,” I said. “Have you eaten, Madame?”

The Madame cocked their head. “Uriel.”

“Sorry?” I asked in confusion, swallowing a mouthful of stew.

“My name is Uriel. You don’t have to keep calling me ‘Madame’.”

“Uriel,” I blinked. “Thank you, I will call you that from now on.”

A tiny smile graced their pale lips. 

“Out of curiosity,” I began, “is Uriel Lust or Chastity?”

Uriel’s lips parted slightly with a bigger smile. “Chastity.”

It didn’t make sense for me to blush, but my cheeks did so anyway. All this time, I’d thought them to be Lust for all the feelings they were making me feel and it turned out they were the exact opposite. I don’t even know why looking at Uriel’s style of dressing hadn’t clued me in. It was hardly provocative and almost completely covered their entire body. 

Even their hair was covered—most of the time anyway. Seeing their uncovered head now made me want to put a hand in their hair to feel how soft it was. Being around Uriel was making me have so many irrational thoughts!

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That night, after the sun had set and we were preparing to sleep. I asked Uriel nervously, “Are you coming to bed?”

Uriel turned to me, eyes unseen and hidden being their veil. “No,” they said after a pause. “Not tonight. Sleep well, Captain.” They left the cabin, and I was left unexplainably bereft.

But without the M—Uriel here, my mind was free to think of them and contemplate their actions and entire being in general. Unbidden, those thoughts turned salacious when I recalled their hands pressing into my skin during the massage earlier.

My cock plumped itself once more and I sighed. No one was here, it would only be too easy to reach for myself.