Fly Fishin'

This is a really stupid PWP that was inspired by Aden's little 'fishing shimmy' he does when waiting for a fish to bite. Seriously, look at him. He's not bopping or shifting his weight, he is rocking his hips like he's sitting on a guy's lap. I want to know who did his animation.



Anyway. Here's a 'why he does that' PWP explanation.

 

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“Argh!”

 

Aden threw his fishing rod down in frustration. Once again, a huge fish had escaped him because he'd yanked when he should have yielded and the strong fish had won out over the cheap string of his rod. When was he ever going to learn?

 

“Ah ha ha ha ha!”

 

Eyelid twitching, he turned to see Bacchus standing behind him, arms folded and head back in laughter. He scowled.

 

“Aww, don't get uptight!” The big man guffawed. “I used to have the same problem, when I was just startin' out. All eagerness, no patience nor stamina... But I admit, it looks funnier from the outside! BWHAHAHAHAHA!”

 

Aden growled, but was briefly thankful that Sonja was still sleeping inside him. If she weren't she'd be pestering him to ask Bacchus for advice or training or something - and no way did Aden need that! He just needed to not pull the trigger so quickly!

 

One large hand, as meaty as everything else about him, landed on Aden's shoulder. Kind black eyes smiled down at him. Despite himself, Aden felt his ire settle. Bacchus was a good guy, for all his violent inclinations towards goblins. And as much as Joe complained about his grandfather, he'd also confided that everything he'd learned about adventuring had been at Bacchus' knee - and served him well.

 

“Tell you what.” Bacchus proposed. “I'll teach you the super-secret method for surefire fishing success, the way I was taught and the way I taught Joe - then maybe you might stand a chance at beating us in the next fishing festival, eh? It ain't really fair otherwise, I'm thinkin'!”

 

Aden tilted his head, considering. He didn't really like being told what to do by anyone, he'd made his own way in life without guidance just fine, but...

 

He was kind of sick of losing to Joe's fishing challenges. And Sonja was still sleeping, and so wouldn't be able to see him bending his own rules for once...

 

“Deal.” He decided, smiling and holding out his hand to shake. Bacchus engulfed it and laughed again.

 

“Right you are! Meet me at the hidden fishin' spot by 9am - but don't show up if you can't commit the time! This is no quick fix.”

 

Aden blanched, thinking of his monsters and his plans for the weird temple he'd found yesterday. Not to mention the possibility of Sonja waking.

“How much time?”

 

Bacchus studied him.

 

“Hrmm. You're pretty young yet, so I'd say most of the day at least. Probably well into night time too, before ya start seein' progress. It'll be weeks of work before you're anywhere close to Joe 'n my level. So, think about it, and don't turn up if you don't think you can handle it - 'cause once you start, you won't be dropping out!” With a heavy pat to the head, the old adventurer strolled off, whistling to himself. Aden frowned after him. He could handle it!

 

He hoped.

 

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The 'super secret' fishing spot was just the small stub of land by the river next to the blacksmith's. It wasn't visible unless you went to the edge of the cliff and looked down, but it was a good spot to go if you didn't want an audience to your failure to catch fish.

 

Aden had been there a lot.

 

This time, however, Bacchus had beaten him to it. The big man sat comfortably on the edge of the bank, lower legs in the gently warm water and a massive picnic basket sitting to his side. His fishing rod was already in hand and a second one lay next to him. Aden climbed down to join him.

 

“Decided you're ready for the big leagues, eh?” Bacchus remarked without turning around. “Good lad! Now, would I be right in assuming you'd prefer your young lady friend not to join us?”

 

“Yes!” Aden blurted. “Uh, I mean. It's just-”

 

Bacchus laughed.

 

“No fret, I once had a sister. Check the silver flask and take a swig - it's a mild concoction that should keep her asleep for a few more hours. You can take another dose if you feel her waking - it's harmless.”

 

“How do you know how to..?” Aden asked, fumbling in the basked for the flask. Under it was some cloth, some food, and a jar of a fishy-smelling ointment.

 

“I've been around the world, lad.” Bacchus just sounded amused. “You'd be surprised what I know. Once you're done, you may as well take your shoes off too. We'll be here awhile, and the water is nice.”

 

As he spoke, Aden took a generous swallow of the contents of the flask. It tasted oddly sweet and fruity, with a bit of spice underneath. Almost immediately he felt Sonja settle deeper into his mind. He put the flask away and quickly removed his boots and socks, tucking them back against the wall so they wouldn't get splashed.

 

“Good. Now then, there's a blindfold in there - tie it over your eyes. Trusting your ears and the pull of your muscles is vital, so we'll be doing away with that distraction.”

 

Aden obeyed, wondering why there was a second long strip of cloth, but ignored it in favour of making sure his blindfold didn't pinch his hair.

 

“Good lad. Now come over here.”

 

Aden moved towards where he knew Bacchus to be, unsteady despite the small area and the fact that he knew nothing had moved. He couldn't believe he was already so uncertain despite only having his sight blocked for a short time. He startled when he felt Bacchus hand wrap around his forearm but stayed still as a thin pole was pressed into his hands, his grip carefully arranged and then the whole thing tied firmly and immobile by the second strip of cloth.

 

He tried not to sigh. His hands would either cramp or he'd die of boredom, at this rate. How long as Bacchus expecting them to fish?

 

“Just stay there a sec', lemme just...” He heard the man rustling in the basket, listened to the sound of the water rushing by and the occasional 'plip' of fish breaking the surface. He was just starting to wonder what was taking so long when two large hands were suddenly wrapped tightly around his thighs and his pants and underpants were pulled straight down.

 

“What the?!” He sputtered, reeling and losing his balance as his hands - tied around the pole as they were - failed to steady him. One hand snatched at his elbow, pulling him back whilst the other tugged his pants away from his stumbling feet, freeing him and stripping him at the same time.

 

At least his undershirt and overcoat hung down enough to preserve his modesty. He assumed the removal of his underpants had been a mistake - that Bacchus just didn't want his pants to get wet - but his face still flamed in embarrassment.

 

“Sorry about that.” Bacchus apologised, confirming Aden's assumption. The large hands turned him around, pulled him, and Aden went with them, expecting to step into his underpants at least.

 

Instead, his hips were gripped and pulled down hard, much too quickly for his knees to lock against and his legs folded as something huge and hot and slick pressed suddenly against his ass hole, slipping and rubbing for a second before catching. As his shocked mind was working through just what it might be, one of Bacchus hands lifted off his hip for a second, only to shove something cylindrical and hard like leather or rubber between his teeth. It was pulled painfully far back into his mouth as something was stretched over his head and released at the back of his skull, keeping the cylindrical thing in place. His teeth bit into it, saliva already over-producing in reaction.

 

Then both hands were on his hips once more, shoving him down and on, forcing the hugehotslick thing into him, forcing his hole open around it, shoving it up further and deeper in quick little thrusts. The hands on his hips pulled him up and shoved him down, almost bouncing him except this wasn't bouncing it was stretching, stretching him open around the slickhot thing spearing inside him.

 

Vaguely, he heard himself moaning around the cylinder - the gag, he realised - in his mouth. It hurt, but it also felt weirdly, painfully good. It was too fast, too much, but he couldn't stop it and he felt tiny and helpless in Bacchus's powerful grip, his huge hands wrapped around his slender hips and his, his-

 

His cock, that's what it was, his cock fucking up inside Aden like Aden was built to take it. His knees ached as he was slowly forced further and further down it, his spread legs falling over Bacchus' impossibly muscled thighs. He could feel the man's shorts under his thighs - the man must have opened the fly to expose his cock and nothing else.

 

“That's it, lad. Doin' good.” Bacchus grunted in his ear, voice low and gravelly. “You can take it all, every inch of it, can't you? Talynn, I can't believe you're a virgin. Boy like you, I'd have thought you'd been around the town a few times at least. All pretty eyes and slender waist, an' that big mouth on you - you know what they say about big-mouthed brats. Born to suck cock, every one of 'em.”

 

Aden groaned, humiliated and overwhelmed and maybe, slightly, a little turned on. He'd never been spoken to like this before, never even imagined this kind of filthy talk. He'd never felt so naive as he did right now.

 

Bacchus was rutting up into him, sharp little thrusts that rocked his cock in even further, millimeter by millimeter. Suddenly, it rubbed against something and Aden stiffened, his back arching in unexpected pleasure, accidentally pushing himself down further. The back of his head rubbed against Bacchus' beard-covered chest and the big man chuckled.

 

“That's the way. Fuck yourself down a little further, lad. That's it. Roll those hips of yours, wriggle that tight little ass of yours till you can taste me from the inside.”

 

Aden flushed even more, but almost mindlessly obeyed. His every movement now was pleasuregoodfuck, and Bacchus was pushing/pulling him even harder until finally Aden could be seated no deeper, not in this position. Bacchus cock was huge, like a woman's forearm, and throbbed inside him with unbelievable heat. Aden felt stretched, fucked, splayed open like a slut as he slumped back against the man fucking him and panted around his gag.

 

“Alright then.” Bacchus said after a moment. “Now we can begin.”

 

Aden, blindfolded and gagged, could only allow his legs to be moved until they draped more comfortably over Bacchus' knees, shins and ankles falling into the warm river. His hands, still tied around the pole, were lifted into position as if he were still expected to fish and Bacchus himself shifted a little to get comfortably before - judging by the sound - picking up the pole next to him and casting a fresh line into the river.

 

There was a long moment of quiet, as the river rushed by, the fish occasionally breached it and Aden sat incredulously on a man's erect cock, unable to even ask what the fuck was going on. He shifted instead, an awkward movement as his feet had nothing to push against. He could only use the press of his thighs against Bacchus' to wriggle on the man's sex.

 

A large hand pressed against abdomen, avoiding his half-hard dick, pressing hard enough that Aden could swear the man could feel his own cock inside him. He stopped wriggling, making a sound of discomfort.

 

“This here is a lesson on patience. On tranquility.” Bacchus explained, his other arm re-casting into the river. “My papa used to make me suck him off and keep him warm, day and night, until I learned it. But, you're a bit older than I was. A bit less wild than Joe. I'm thinking maybe you can learn that and how to fish at the same time. But if you can't, well, I guess I'll just have to do it the old fashioned way. Should be some good fishin' off on your golem, and nobody around to bother us. You can warm my cock, suck it, drink down my cum and piss and suckle it as you fall asleep for as long as it takes. You've got the mouth for it. Would you rather do it that way?”

 

Frantically, Aden shook his head.

 

“Well then.” Bacchus patted him lightly and removed his hand. “This is how it works. You 'n me are in a competition. It ends when I cum inside you, or you hook a large fish. It's up to you which way you want to end it. You can shimmy your hips a little, rock on my cock and see if you can beat my tranquility, or you can work on your own patience and fish until you hook a big one. If you fall asleep, well, don't you worry. I once fished for three straight days without rest and I won't let you fall into the river. Once you wake up, you can keep trying.”

 

Aden nodded his understanding, getting a pleased grunt in return. Bacchus returned to his fishing and Aden tried to do the same.

 

Unfortunately, the more time went on, the more... aware he was of the thick fleshy rod splitting him open. He kept clenching around it instinctively, feeling a zip of energy up his spine which doubled when he shifted enough to rub himself on it. His own cock was slowly stiffening, lifting up the folds of his shirt until he could feel sunlight on it. That just made him hornier and he found himself forgetting about fishing altogether, rocking himself as best he could on the cock inside him, groaning around his gag as he tried and failed to beg for Bacchus to just fuck him, to lift him up and down again, to move his legs so he could ride the cock properly himself.

 

He shifted his hands, trying to rub his cock with them but they'd been bound too tightly, too high up the pole. He just wound up poking himself painfully before he gave up on it.

 

He writhed and panted, saliva now sliding out the side of his mouth unchecked as he list his mind to the feeling of being full, of being speared on another man's cock. He rhythmically clenched and unclenched himself, eventually found a rocking rhythm where he could press his ass back then curl it forward again, which was almost enough to feel like he was riding it. His own cock got fuller and heavier, but he was riding the edge of frustration as he couldn't quite get enough stimulation to get off.

 

He started to think that if he could just get Bacchus off, it would be enough. The man would lose control enough - would grab his hips again and slam him down, would fuck into him and cum into him hard enough for Aden himself to come untouched. If... he... could... just...

 

He lost all sense of time, rocking and moaning and drooling and almost crying as he stayed on the edge throughout it all. Bacchus just hummed peacefully to himself, splashes heralding successful catch after catch for him. Except for the perpetually hard cock that Aden was trying his best to fuck himself on, it would seem like he wasn't even noticing their situation.

 

Aden whimpered, wishing he could beg. For Bacchus' hand, his own. At this point he'd even agree to be Bacchus' cockwarmer, anything, so long as he could just cum.

 

Hours passed. Eventually, Aden came down out of the mad haze of need and want. He was exhausted and chilled with sweat. Still blinded and gagged, he rested against Bacchus' broad chest. His hole ached now, tender and unhappy with being stretched over for so long. The rest of his muscles weren't very happy with their current position either. His lower legs were mostly okay thanks to the warm water but his thighs and abdomen ached almost as bad as his hole and his arms were shaking with the strain of holding his fishing pole all this time.

 

He hadn't caught a single thing.

 

He'd try to fish next, he decided, as he slipped into an exhausted nap, still seated on Bacchus' cock. It was obvious he couldn't make the man cum like this. He'd just have to get the fish instead, and then... then...

 

He fell asleep.

 

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When he woke he felt both refreshed and cramped. And hungry. His jaw ached, his ass and hips and thighs ached, his hole was still stretched around a thick hot cock and Bacchus was still peacefully fishing.

 

Grimly, Aden wriggled to try and get comfy, sternly ignored the part of his brain that suggested maybe this time he could fuck himself to completion without Bacchus' help, and focused on his own fishing.

 

He listened.

 

He sensed the movements of his line as they tugged on the pole in his hands. He felt fish flirt with his hook, felt them nibble. He felt them bite and learned, as the warmth of the sun was replaced with a cool summer night, how to differentiate them before he committed to pulling them in. He learned how to twitch his rod away so they fled, leaving it free for bigger fish.

 

Occasionally, a bigger fish flirted with his line but the few times they bit, he still failed to reel them in.

 

Eventually, patience thoroughly evaporated, he thrashed. Behind his gag he shouted and snarled, he shifted as much as he could in as close to a tantrum as he'd had since he was two years old. Bacchus just let him get it out before petting his hair with a sympathetic chuckle.

 

“I know, lad. I know. It's all part of the learning. You're doing well, you really are. You're just getting a bit excited when the big fish bite, and pulling in too early.” The man hummed  a bit in thought.

“It's getting into proper night now, so there should be a lot more of them. Let's try something else.”



Aden heard him lay aside his own pole, then carefully shift them both, lifting Aden's feet up out of the water until they were folded on either side. He lifted himself up too, chuckling as Aden immediately used his new-found leverage to rock himself on his cock.

 

“Almost. Let me just...”

 

He rustled in the basket Aden had all but forgotten. He didn't actually feel hungry, but as his head was pulled back and some spicy-sweet liquid was carefully poured in, he wondered if maybe he'd been fed whilst he was unconscious from exhaustion. It would explain why Sonja was still asleep. He gulped it clumsily, coughing a little, but Bacchus was very careful not to let him choke on it.

 

Then the man was shifting them again, making Aden kneel at the edge of the bank as he knelt behind him - cock still carefully in Aden's ass - before he settled and pulled Aden back firmly once more.

 

From the feel of it, the man was sitting on his knees - his thickly muscled thighs were positively bulging in this position and Aden was essentially sitting on them. His own folded legs barely took any of his own weight and pressing down with them allowed him to rock himself a little more than before. Or, he could put his weight entirely on Bacchus' lap and just press his own hips forward and back, 'shimmying' on the big man's rod.

 

Still, it wasn't enough, and he moaned a little helplessly.

 

“Yeah, fair enough. Hang on.”

 

Aden was shifted back onto his knees before suddenly - without a word of warning - Bacchus slammed into him and pulled back out almost all the way before slamming in again.

 

Aden cried out, falling forward almost immediately, only barely catching himself on the edge of the bank with his elbows. His head hung down as Bacchus fucked into him from behind, strands of his hair dipping into the water with each thrust.

 

His every nerve ending came alive. His aches and pains vanished, consumed by the punching pleasure that was Bacchus' thick prick stretching him open over and over. He panted and whimpered, shamelessly thrusting his own hips back as much as he could, although Bacchus' firm grip on his hips prevented him from participating much.

 

Please, yes, please his mind gibbered. Please, yes.. I just need... a little more...

 

“I still can't get over your tiny little hole.” Bacchus grunted, sounding barely flustered despite reaming the almost insensate teen beneath him. “I admit, knowing I'm the first man who's been inside it.. the first to spear it open and fuck it slow and deep... the first man who's had you whimpering and whining for it, writhing on my cock like a desperate whore...” He trailed off, but Aden moaned even louder, gaining himself a sudden brutal fuck like Bacchus had just lost control for one precious second.

 

He gasped and moaned again, wriggled to spread his legs further, arched his back to present his ass and hole, did everything he could to seem as wanton as a blindfolded and gagged boy could.

 

“I wonder if you even still care about fishing.” Bacchus muttered, voice dropping low and graveling again as his cock pistoned in and out of Aden's hole, still slick and hot, the head of it always staying just inside him on the withdraw. “If you can think of anything other than the fucking you're getting. There's a monster in the far north, you know, that kills its prey through sexual exhaustion. It fucks them like I'm fucking you now, helpless and slick and begging for it. It starts with one but then the rest of the pack joins and before you know it you're sucking one as two or three fuck into you from behind. They cum about four times as much liquid as we do - people have drowned when they couldn't swallow for long enough. They cum into you so much it starts to work its way into your organs, from both ends. You wind up full, stomach bloated with it, so desperate for their dicks that if rescue stood two feet away you'd ignore them in favour of trying to fit more cock in your mouth.”

 

Aden moaned, out of his mind and more than a little interested in finding these monsters. He could keep some in the barn.. just one or two maybe... uhn... to fuck him full when Bacchus was busy.

 

“You don't, do you, you pretty little slut.” Huge hands lifted his hips, taking the weight off his knees and pulling his ass higher to better receive ever more brutal thrusts. “Look at your toes curling. If it wouldn't wake the village, I'd remove the gag, see just what you'd beg me to do to you. What you'd beg to do to me. Nothing like a good long fuck to get a boy salivating for cock.”

 

Aden keened, random muscles spasming as he came untouched on Bacchus' thrusting cock. His hole fluttered as the big man slowed and stopped, still hard, deep inside him. Then settled himself and Aden back down in the kneeling position they'd just vacated.

 

“There. That should take the edge off.” Bacchus said easily, only a slight huskiness to his tone any evidence that he'd made Aden come on his cock with a combination of brute fucking and filthy promises. Aden slumped back against him, sated but oddly awake. Bacchus' matter-of-factness almost made him seem like another person, someone who wouldn't ever talk dirty let alone actively do any of the things he'd talk about.

 

And yet, his throbbing dick was still nestled deep inside him, owning him, the sole point of focus in Aden's restricted sensory existence.

 

“I recommend you get a rhythm going, something that can distract and occupy your mind without taking too much concentration or effort.” He continued, warm hands rubbing up and down Aden's thighs, settling them as comfortably as possible over his own. “Just something light. Don't try to get off on it, you've already worked out that it won't work. Just try to keep it smooth and even, a slow and steady movement that you can keep up for as long as you need to.”

 

For a long few moments, Aden just leant back against the big man and breathed. Then - slowly and shakily - he lifted his fishing pole into position, settled himself on the cock splitting him open and gently rocked his hips back and forth.

 

More time passed. The motion became simpler, easier. It was more a push forwards of his hips, then a return to normal before pushing forwards once more. He rocked as gently on Bacchus' cock as a boat rocks on the ocean. Both of them just kept fishing.

 

And when a massive fish caught his line, Aden barely noticed. He twitched his line as automatically as he had for every fish before it, letting it fall slack when the fish fought and reeling it in when it rested. All the while he was rocking back and forth, a slight movement as comforting as a baby's instinctive suckling. It wasn't until he pulled it out of the water and onto his lap that he blinked beneath his blindfold and his rhythm stuttered.

 

“Well done.” Bacchus murmured approvingly in his ear, one hand tugging the cloth away from his eyes so he could stare down at his incredible catch. Next to go was the cloth tying his hands to his pole, then the pole himself. Aden just took hold of the fish and waited as Bacchus' thick fingers fumbled with the catch at the side of his gag.

 

Then, once it was out, he rotated his jaw, licked his lips once and stuffed three of Bacchus' fingers in instead.

 

Behind him, the big man chuckled as Aden licked salt from his fingers and clumsily began to suck.

 

“If that's what you want.” He pressed his fingers together, approximating the roundness of a cock and began thrusting them lightly into the boy's mouth. “Mind your teeth. Relax your throat. Try and take them as deep as you can. You're going to need the practice if you want to ever have a shot at sucking my cock.”

 

Aden just moaned around the thick digits as he obeyed, imagining that they were Bacchus' cock, or maybe the cock of that monster he'd mentioned. He closed his eyes and pretended he'd spent all day pleasuring it, warming it, sucking it, and that was why his jaw ached. He pressed back harder against Bacchus' real cock and moaned again, blatantly pleading.

 

Bacchus chuckled again and pressed a kiss to the back of his head.

 

“You are wanton.” He said fondly, before spinning them around and knocking Aden to the ground, kneeling over him with one elbow crooked so Aden could continue sucking his fingers. He was large enough and strong enough to manhandle Aden onto his back, forcing one of his legs up against his chest so he could be turned without ever taking him off of Bacchus' cock. Aden opened his eyes, ignoring the starry sky in favour of Bacchus' huge silhouette, looming over him. He wrapped his hands around Bacchus' wrist and sucked harder, taking his fingers deeper.

 

“Lift your legs. Hands under your knees. Pull them back for me, show me how bad you want it.” Bacchus ordered, taking one of his hands and guiding it into place. Aden's other hand quickly followed, both of them hitching his knees up towards his chest as he spread his legs as wide as he could and continued sucking. Bacchus took a moment and just looked at him, his one free hand sliding under his shirt and coat, pushing it up to expose the skin of Aden's abdomen.

 

“There we go.” The man said quietly, almost like he was in a trance. Then his free hand pressed down hard against Aden's chest and held him in place as his hips snapped forward, shoving his cock into Aden's welcoming hole over and over. With his eyes open, bizarrely, everything seemed louder. It seemed that the whole world could hear them, could hear Bacchus fucking him like a steam engine, little grunts emitting with each punch of dick inside him. The slick slap of his cock and balls hitting him seemed obscene, Aden's own slurping moaning grunts just as pornographic. He could see the moonlight shine on the white skin of his belly, imagined he could see Bacchus' length pressing up from inside him. His own cock was already hard, had been half-hard ever since the one time Bacchus got him off.

 

He took Bacchus' fingers deeper, felt his knuckles against his lips as the tips of his fingers grazed his throat. Every time before he had yanked back. This time, he just moaned his victory and rubbed his tongue against the man's thrusting fingers, wishing it was his cock.

 

“That's my good little cockslut.” Bacchus murmured. “You want more?”

 

Aden nodded, licking his lips as the man removed his hand and fumbled in the basket for something. That something, judging by its silhouette against the stars, was something shaped awfully a lot like a dick - complete with balls. But, as Bacchus pressed it to his lips and Aden opened for it, it was hard and slightly musky.

 

It was as thick as his fingers, however, right from the tip, and longer. It slid more smoothly in and out of his mouth as Bacchus continued to fuck slowly in and out of his hole. 

 

“Take it all.” Bacchus whispered. “Show me what a good cockslut you could be. Lick it, suck it, swallow it back. Let me slide it down your throat until you're choking on cock. Until the balls are resting on your chin, just the way it should be.”

 

Aden whimpered, but tried his best. He never got it all the way down, the balls never touching his chin, but he came hard when he choked on it and Bacchus slammed deep and spilled into him at the sight of it.

 

The big man pulled the false dick out, rolled them over and let Aden lie on him as his cock still slowly spurted inside him. Both of them just breathed, coming down from the edge as Bacchus' cock slowly shrank enough to slip out. Aden felt hot cum follow it, trapped between his cheeks.

 

“You'd better get to bed, unless you want to wake up with a cold tomorrow.” Bacchus rumbled. “See how you go with your new fishing technique. If you want some more practice, you know where to find me.”

 

Aden nodded against his beard, struggled to his hands and knees and crawled over to get dressed. By the time he was tying his laces, Bacchus and his basket and rods were gone.

 

Sonja stirred in the back of his mind. He made a mental note to get the recipe of whatever it was that put her to sleep, before he went hunting for that northern island of sex monsters.

 

For now, though, he'd try out his new fishing technique and enjoy beating Joe's challenges.

 

Two days later, duties done and Sonja mentally planning their upcoming house expansion as he fished off the side of Ymir, Aden's hips rocked slowly back and forth.

 

He caught a massive tuna.

 

Fin.