Sacrificed Quotes

“Why does everyone hit me in the face? Ain't I ugly enough?”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Yes, fine. Savvy,” she muttered.

“Aw lovey, yer a fine-lookin’ woman, it’s not that,” Tom said apologetically. “All jokin’ aside, if it ain’t the captain, or it ain’t Jon…” He shrugged again. “There just ain’t anyone else.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Tom reached out and let his knuckles graze Jon’s arm, a hidden touch just to ground him for the span of a heartbeat. Maybe Jon would turn a blind eye. Maybe they’d continue to live in denial that they both loved a fucking monster.

Jon smiled at the brief caress, and Tom felt his chest get tight.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Make me understand."

Baltsaros pressed his lips together and shook his head once.

"Jon... You can't understand.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Does it occur to you that maybe you've burned me out? That I no longer care whether what you spout is truth or lie?”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“He pulled Tom closer to deepen the kiss; there were things that Balsaros craved that he could not inflict on Jon, and finally the drought was over.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Baltsaros’s face was flushed, his lip curled into a slight sneer as he stared back at Jon. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he realized what the captain wanted from him.

“Hit him again,” Jon said. “And don’t hold back this time.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Jon had seen the lie immediately for what it was: diplomacy. He had a feeling that, given the chance, Tom would hold him close every night. Instead, the first mate chose to distance himself so as not to interfere with the captain’s affection for Jon. A sacrifice.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Another drop of arousal slipped from the slit of his cockhead and perched there for a moment, shiny and clear, before sliding down along the thick vein and over the smaller metal circlet that he wore tight around the root of his cock. “Please,”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Hey,” whispered Jon, pushing back against the bigger man so that they fit together like spoons. Tom pressed his face against the back of Jon’s neck and let out a small, pleased noise from deep in his chest. Despite how tired he was, his cock had begun to get stiff at Jon’s movements, and now it was a growing, hardening ridge between them. Fuck it. “I want ye again,” he said simply, and pushed his hips forward, testing. When Jon shifted back again and nodded quickly, Tom felt nearly breathless with the lust that shook him.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“As his step crossed the threshold, he left behind his weaknesses and doubts, finally setting aside the boy to become the man he had to be.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Legends told here about the Devil’s Isles were far more elaborate than back home, including stories of giant eels that could steal a man’s soul by kissing him while in the guise of beautiful fish-bottomed women. Why anyone would want to kiss some tart with a tail was beyond him, but it had made for some pretty interesting listening.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“There he spotted a letter written in the spiky alphabet of the northerners. He snatched it up and ran back to the bed, shaking Tom from his slumber. Tom rubbed his face blearily, blinking around him in confusion with eyes tinged in red before he scowled in annoyance. “What?” he rumbled. Jon shoved the letter into his hand. “The captain is down at the ship, getting her ready to leave tomorrow,” he said, his heart skipping in his chest. “Does this have anything to do with it?” After swiping at his face again, Tom focused on the letter. A deep crease formed in his forehead, and when he looked back up at him, Jon saw deep concern. “Aye, lad,” said Tom quietly. “Seems we’re headed north. Far north.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“J & T, All hands needed to stock up and ready the ship. We leave tomorrow at noon. Meet me below when you wake. B.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“When he saw that this room too was empty, a finger of worry stole into his heart. Then he saw the note. He picked it up from the big desk and peered at it.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Tom let out a grunt of surprise a moment later when Jon moved over to begin working his mouth over Tom’s cock. The first mate buried his shaking hands in Jon’s dark curls as Jon gagged trying to take all of Tom in. Jon swallowed and tried again, keenly wanting to reward Tom. He relaxed his throat, shifted his position, and lapped at the head of Tom’s cock before sliding it back into his throat. With Baltsaros thrusting into him from below and Jon gorging himself on his cock, Tom soon started breathing through clenched teeth with a low, rumbling moan that Jon knew meant he was close. Jon curled his fingers around the base of Tom’s cock and tightened his lips, spit running down the sides of the big man’s shaft and over Jon’s fingers. Suddenly Baltsaros let out a low growl, fucking Tom faster with his arms tight around the first mate’s chest, the muscles taut and twitching as his body rocked beneath him, caught in the feverish, frantic surge of orgasm. Then, with a strangled cry, Tom finally let himself cum, his bitter seed gushing over Jon’s tongue as his body shuddered and hands clutched at him before falling limp to his sides. Jon almost laughed with giddiness. With a grin he came forward to press kisses to Tom’s sweat-slick skin when the captain rolled the first mate gently to his side and began murmuring soft praises. “Good boy.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Come,” he said with a smile that faltered into a grimace of pleasure as Baltsaros’s cock thrust deep again. “You can’t hurt me, lovey.” Jon nodded weakly. Dizzy and excited, and a touch nervous, he found a place for his legs, straddling the captain, and leaned forwards over Tom. The first mate’s legs hooked over Jon’s hips as he stroked the head of his cock over the captain’s thrusting length and then eased in slowly when the man paused. He pushed hard, and Tom’s eyes closed once more. It was tight, almost too much. When Tom let out a pained breath, Jon stopped, but the first mate just chuckled a shaky laugh. “Don’t ye dare stop, Jon. Don’t ye stop…” Tom groaned and let his head fall back over Baltsaros’s shoulder. Jon’s fervour took over. He plunged his cock into Tom’s heat, sliding tight against the captain’s length. It was glorious, and he found himself teetering on the edge of climax quickly. He paused, eyes closed and so sensitive that he was almost in pain. For a moment Jon just held back, waited, and relished the feeling of the captain’s cock sliding against his before resuming. However, it wasn’t long before he couldn’t stop himself from spilling over, the swell of pleasure breaking out into molten waves of intensity that tore the voice from his throat and left him breathless and weak. When the liquid pulses that rocked him slowed, then stopped, he leaned his head against Tom’s furry chest and eased out slowly, wincing as he did so.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Jon’s heart pounded, and his cock throbbed in his hand as he watched Tom straddle Baltsaros and then lay back against the man’s chest, bracing himself on his heels. The captain cushioned the big man’s weight with one hand, moving to push his thick cockhead against Tom’s puckered opening with the other. Jon licked his lips, an involuntary moan expelled with a hitched breath at the sight of Baltsaros’s cock stretching Tom open and sliding deep into him. Tom let out a shallow grunt and closed his big fist over his own length. Jon watched hungrily as the captain fucked the first mate slowly for a few thrusts.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“How would you like to take the both of us? Hm? Would that make you happy?” Tom pulled away from Jon, his eyes glazed and fervid, lips parted on a slow pant. “Oh… fuck yes, Da.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Then Tom tensed suddenly against Jon, breathing a gasp into the kiss. Curious, Jon slid his hand down Tom’s hard stomach, past his cock and sensitive sack, to discover that the captain had slid two fingers into the first mate. Baltsaros let out a slow breath when he felt Jon’s tentative touch, and leaned over Tom’s shoulder to press his lips to Jon’s cheek. Jon broke the kiss to share breath with Baltsaros for a moment. Smiling against his lips, he slid his own finger next to the captain’s and into Tom. The first mate trembled between them as they fucked him using their fingers, opening him up, their hands slick with oil. Soon Tom’s normally gruff voice broke on a whimper as he begged.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“After a moment, Jon released Baltsaros and stood. Baltsaros looked lost and confused as Jon left the cage and locked the door behind him. After taking up Baltsaros’s long coat to shield him against the slight chill in the night air, Captain Black left the stateroom. As his step crossed the threshold, he left behind his weaknesses and doubts, finally setting aside the boy to become the man he had to be.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“This will all seem like a dream, a bad dream. Just think of your carved bed and crisp sheets and the three of us falling asleep to the sound of waves breaking on the white sandy beaches below.” Jon frowned. Baltsaros’s eyes had gone glassy and he’d turned away; Jon knew that he was no longer listening to him. He reached for Baltsaros’s cheek to turn his head, but when Jon touched him, the captain cringed. There was no recognition in the dark eyes that widened at him, but Jon pulled Baltsaros against him regardless with a desperate whimper fighting for release deep in his chest. “I’ll get us there,” he whispered into the trembling man’s hair. “I will.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“You’ll do fine, Jon,” murmured Baltsaros. “I’m proud of you.” A tremor shook the captain, and he tightened his hold on Jon with a laugh. “Seems we’ve changed places, you and I.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“All right, then… Captain Black,” she said with a tiny bow. “I’ll do what I can to spread words of your newfound bravery and appetite for cruelty around the crew. It’s the least I can do.” Jon dropped his smile and walked quickly up to her, his face set in deadly seriousness as he stood almost touching her. He looked down into her crystal-blue gaze and could see the tiny tremor in her eyelids. “I don’t trust you,” he said, soft like silk against steel. “Not yet. So I will be watching you, Ceara, and gods help you if I so much as hear a single whispered word to make me doubt your loyalty, you’ll find the truth in those rumours you just offered to spread. Do I make myself clear?”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Jon looked between Tom and Baltsaros. Captain? Him? “Listen, love: if ye can pretend to be an emperor and a god, ye sure as hells can pretend to be a lowly boat captain,” said Tom with a chuckle. “Lowly?” smirked the captain, a spark of his old self in the curl of his lips. Jon shook his head. “I don’t know. Captain Jon doesn’t sound very impressive,” he laughed. The idea had merit though. He could see himself shouldering part of the responsibility with Baltsaros’s counselling and Tom’s fists. Not quite a figurehead… and it would be temporary. “Aye, but Captain Jon, The Black Brigand is a great fuckin’ pirate name,” grinned Tom, squeezing his shoulder. Jon blinked. “All right, but let’s make it simple. I had a great-great-uncle or something who was a pirate; did I ever tell you that? Captain Black. If I’m going to follow in his footsteps, I might as well take his name, aye, matey?” he said with a jaunty tilt of an imaginary hat.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Did good, you did. Loads. I’ll be seeing more happiness, I think,” said the old man. “You’re a good man, Jon.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Never again shall false gods rule over you!” he shouted, his voice growing hoarse. Then for good measure, even though he saw Tom shake his head from the corner of his eye, “Never again will man be persecuted for lying with man… nor woman with woman.” He”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Jon blanched when he realized what they were thinking, and he shook his head. “What, me? You’ve got to be kidding. Who the hell is going to listen to me?” “Jon. Tom listens to you. If Tom listens to you, the crew will listen to you. Besides, what have you been doing for the last two weeks?”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“We need an interim captain until you’re well again,” he said to Baltsaros. He watched anger and resignation battle for dominance in the captain’s eyes. “You know that’s a fact.” “What? You don’t want a madman at the helm?” grinned Baltsaros, instantly full of good humour again. “Yes. You’re right, Jon. Tom, you will replace me—”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

“Indeed, Tom. Your mother has been a boon to me in the past. Jon’s suggestion is sound,” agreed the captain, setting down his spoon. He passed his plate to Jon, his eyes clear again. Baltsaros’s mercurial moods were disconcerting, but at least he seemed happy enough to defer to Jon’s judgment until he had recovered.”
― Bey Deckard, Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires