Hoist the Colors Ch. 23 (Mobuseka) (Patreon)

(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

A/N: Leon ain’t backing down!

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Let it not be said that Leon Bartfort is a coward. He certainly wasn’t going to be intimidated by a woman who he’d saved from torture and potentially death a mere week before!

Meeting Deirdre’s eyes, Leon narrows his own as he stares right back at her just as intensely. He’s not quite glaring, but he definitely makes it clear with his gaze that he’s not at all backing down.

Deirdre jolts in turn, going a little wide eyed in response, like she didn’t even realize she was staring at him or something. She even reddens in embarrassment, blushing like mad. The problem is… she doesn’t look away! If she hadn’t realized she was staring so intensely, one would think that she would avert her gaze once he ‘called her out on it’.

But no, the noblewoman continues to stare back at him, albeit more like a deer caught in the headlights now then like a predator sizing up her prey. It’s almost enough to make Leon huff… she could at least have the decency to look away first… but it would seem he had to be the bigger man.

Dismissing Deirdre and looking back to Angelica, he finds her and the rest of the room still in thought over her proposal. Leon can’t help but arch a brow… what is there to think about? This is obviously what Angelica is going to want to do… he’s just preempting things a bit by suggesting it first.

… Don’t tell him that now that its his idea, she’s actually having reservations! If that’s the case, Leon is going to be very annoyed.

“Well my Queen? What do you think?”

Twitching a bit at the title, Angelica pouts for a moment before getting a serious look in her eyes.

“Do you truly believe it to be doable, Captain Leon? This plan of yours… it’s really our best way forward?”

Luckily, Leon can tell from the yearning in Angelica’s voice that she does want to go along with his idea. She’s just questioning him to give him an out in case it really won’t work. But the truth is, he’s pretty sure it will work. Leon’s chief reservations about going forward with a plan like this originally was that he felt the Winged Sharks were too spread out to truly make use of the other Pirate Lords and their ships.

He couldn’t be everywhere at once even with his own advanced fleet, and relying on the other Pirate Lords to tackle certain parts of the Winged Sharks’ infrastructure would be foolhardy in the extreme. They were just as likely to turncoat as they were to obey orders, just as likely to flee as they were to fight, and probably more likely on average to fail than they were to succeed.

But this? This was different. The Winged Sharks were a large organization, but they weren’t so big that they could afford to siege one of the Holfort Kingdom’s Earldoms and still have ships leftover.

For them to be committing to an attack on House Roseblade meant they had put forth ALL of their forces… and so long as things could be decided in one decisive battle, then Leon believed they could rely upon the Pirate Lords to stay in line. After all, they would be under the watchful eye and guns of him and his fleet.

So yes, in the end… Leon gives Angelica a single sharp, confident nod.

“I do, yes. With this we can take care of the Winged Sharks once and for all.”

Letting out an explosive breath, Angelica nods back before looking to Dorothea and Deirdre.

“Then it's settled. On my authority as… ruler of the Isle of Tortuga, Port Paix, and all those who… do business here, I will commit our aid to your House’s cause, Lady Dorothea.”

The older Roseblade sister lets out an explosive breath and bows her head.

“Thank you, Lady Angelica.”

And with that… their course is set.

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Of course, just because their course is set doesn’t mean everything is settled. Logistics are hammered out first in Angelica’s office, and then elsewhere on Tortuga. The Pirate Lords are summoned post-haste on pain of losing their silly little titles and within a couple of days most have arrived and been conscripted into the attack force heading for Roseblade Territory.

According to both Dorothea and Deirdre, their father and House Roseblade’s seat would not fall swiftly or easily. Leon judged that they were being honest. Sure, part of it was probably bias on their parts, but from what he himself knew, an Earldom was no easy nut to crack. If House Roseblade’s primary island really could be conquered by a bunch of Sky Pirates in a week or so, then Earl Roseblade was unworthy of his title.

The important bit, at least for Leon’s plans, was that even if the Winged Sharks had managed to take over the island by the time they arrived, there was absolutely no way they would have had enough time to disengage from it as well. The vast majority of their forces would still be centered on the island, both for repairs and resupplies, not to mention needing to keep the populace of such a place in line.

Leon didn’t say this bit of course, not even to Angelica, but all in all, he was confident that they would get their fight with the Winged Sharks… one way or another.

In the meantime, he brings everyone with him onboard his flagship, including his family. There’s simply no point in leaving anyone behind on Tortuga if they’re going to commit everyone to the fight and its simple enough to dress up Angelica’s departure as the Pirate Queen herself choosing to ‘lead’ from the front.

Of course, she was really leading from the safest most secure airship in the entire fleet, with Leon’s advanced technology making his flagship the safest place for her and everyone else he cared about to be.

Nicks is the only one with his own airship, but Leon keeps his new boat close enough in their formation that the newly minted Captain is able to hop over for dinner with the rest of them. Dinner, of course, is a family affair where introductions are made and everyone enjoys the feast that Leon’s automatons make for them.

It’s also where Leon gets to see some of Nicks’ concerns about Dorothea Roseblade manifested firsthand, what with the blonde demanding to be seated next to his older brother and spending much of the meal not quite doting on him, but rather obsessively engaging with him and feeding him in a domineering fashion.

Leon still can’t bring himself to feel too bad about Nicks’ predicament… but boy is he glad that neither of his blondes are as crazy or obsessive as Dorothea has turned out to be. The woman had seemed like such an ice queen before, but now her true personality was revealing itself and it was obvious she was a bit of a stalker… and Nicks had set himself firmly in her sights.

As far as Leon was concerned though, it wasn’t his problem. No, he had his own romantic entanglements to handle. Which is why, after dinner once he’s retired to his quarters with Angelica and Olivia at his sides, he’s upfront and honest with them before anything else can happen.

“You both should know that I bedded Carla Fou Wayne on the way back from rescuing Deirdre.”

Angelica and Olivia exchange looks at that before turning back to him with matching arched brows.

“And? We told you we didn’t mind before you left, did we not?”

“You had our permission, Leon. I’m just surprised you didn’t bed Lady Deirdre as well.”

Leon scoffs, still not fully sure what to make of Deirdre Fou Roseblade. On the one hand, she was quite beautiful and had a fiery personality to go along with her looks. On the other hand, she’d been acting strangely around him for days now. Either way…

“She was much too injured for such things. Offrey tortured her extensively, whipping her daily from the look of things.”

Both Angelica and Olivia look a little distraught by that, clearly not liking the mental imagery his blunt words evoke. Finally, Angelica waves a hand through the air, changing the subject. Or rather, bringing them back around to the original subject.

“Well, we all wish her a speedy recovery I’m sure. Still, Carla… how did that come to pass, exactly? Did she come to you or…”

Leon blinks. For some reason, he hadn’t expected Angelica to want the sordid details. And yet, as she and Olivia both look at him expectantly, he realizes that they might be even more perverted than he thought. Huffing, he shakes his head.

“She… was seduced.”

It felt wrong to lay it all at Carla’s feet, especially since Claire had played such a big part in things. But at the same time, he didn’t exactly want to explain what had really happened.

For some reason, Angelica and Olivia exchange knowing glances with one another for a moment before looking back at him. Angelica chuckles.

“Well… it’s good to see you finally admitting what you’re capable of."

Huh?

Olivia, meanwhile, moves forward and drops to her knees before him, causing her chest to bounce in her dress. It doesn’t stay in her dress for long however, as she quickly frees her ample bosom and lays it on top of his legs while reaching into his pants.

“Tell us all about it, Leon. We want to hear how you made her your woman.”

Leon stares down at Olivia, even as she retrieves his cock and promptly wraps it in her tits. Then, he looks to Angelica… who is leaning forward now, listening carefully. Seriously? These two were ridiculous… and yet, they were also his weren’t they? His women… his utterly ridiculous, totally perverted women.

To think, he’d very nearly sent them away tonight in order to clear his mind before the battle that would inevitably take place on the morrow. The only reason he hadn’t was because he needed to tell them about Carla and he hadn’t found a good time until now, not with how busy everything had been these past few days.

And yet, now here he was, recounting how he’d taken Carla Fou Wayne’s virginity and given her a good hard dicking… her first ‘good hard dicking’ in fact. All while Olivia slides her breasts up and down his cock’s length and Angelica bites her lower lip, rubbing her legs together needily.

Somehow, Leon doubted he was getting much sleep tonight. Hopefully he would still be able to clear his mind, however. Just… a different way than he had planned. He would certainly be clearing Angelica and Olivia’s ‘minds’ by the end of this evening from the look of things…

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Deirdre Fou Roseblade has never felt this way about a man before. Oh, there had been boys she’d fancied from time to time growing up. Prince Julius, for instance, had been an embarrassing crush of hers right up until he’d thrown away his engagement to Lady Angelica and wound up in some sort of strange relationship with a Viscount’s daughter and his four male friends. Talk about throwing cold water on a fire.

Still, Deirdre had always had a problem… the boys she’d fancied, barring the Prince, had usually run away screaming once they got a glimpse of the real her. See, Deirdre… could be a little intense at times. She could be quite… domineering too.

These were not the traits of a demure noblewoman. A lady should be soft and quiet and carefully deliberate in all she did. A lady could not be aggressive or controlling… at least not openly anyways.

More than that, a lady could not be a sadist… and Deirdre at times did have… sadistic urges. They came at strange moments though too. Like with Stephanie, she had not particularly felt like engaging in any sadistic impulses towards her tormentor. Once she was finally free of Stephanie and her torture, putting a single bullet through the other noblewoman had been more than satisfying. She’d had no need nor desire to trade torture for torture, even if there’d been time for it.

And yet, someone like Captain Bartfort… he brought out the worse in her. His boldness, his confidence, his strength… she wanted to tame him. She wanted to bring him to heel, to make him her pet!

The problem with that is… he was already taken. Lady Angelica, aka the Pirate Queen of Tortuga if Dorothea was to be believed, had already laid claim to him.

More than that though, Deirdre had a sinking feeling that Leon would never bend for her. Nor would he break. He wasn’t like the boys in her past who had run screaming… he refused to back down even in the face of her most intense emotions. And yet, at the same time, she suspected he would never willingly kneel before her.

That was a problem, because Deirdre obviously wasn’t about to force him to do anything he didn’t want to do. He had saved her life after all. It was unfortunate, because from the look of things, her sister Dorothea was making steady progress with her own Bartfort man.

But how was Deirdre to worm her way into Leon’s bed? Should she submit herself to Lady Angelica for inspection as a potential second wife, perhaps? Should she go through with trying to collar Leon after all and see if maybe he surprises her? Or should she be ready to kneel instead, to submit to him and see where that took her?

Either way, she would have until after the battle to decide, Deirdre supposed. And she probably shouldn’t be thinking about such things when the fate of her family’s seat was still up in the air.

And yet, as she lays there in her bed, her back mostly healed by Leon’s strange medicines… Deirdre can’t help but imagine what it might be like to have her hands on his body… or his hands on hers.

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