Bosco's New Crew

After defeating the pirate captain that stole his ship, lizardfolk Bosco finds himself in posession of an amulet that makes the all female crew of pirates ravenous for him. Thinking quickly, the pirate quartermaster strikes a sultry deal with the lizardfolk, getting him a new crew with some added benefits.

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Bosco kept swimming in the direction of his ship, trying to save his energy by mostly letting his thick crocodile tail do the moving.

Most sailors and even captains would have just cursed everything under the skies and the seas when they found out their ship had been stolen, not jump into the water and chase after it, but Bosco was not like most people.

For starters, his particular breed of lizardfolk shared lots of traits with saltwater crocodiles, making him rather adept at swimming for long hours if needed.

And further to that, he was an epically stubborn sailor, who had saved for years to be able to afford the first payment on that ship, and he'd rather die in the open seas than take that lying down.

Also, he did, in fact, curse at those that stole his ship. So much so that he probably offended a few gods with rather thin skin.

He was still cursing right now, though since his long crocodile snout was under water, you wouldn't be able to hear it unless you were a fish with a curiosity of landwalker languages.

The ship, a lovely carrack that he had bought from a retiring captain and that he had restored mostly with his own hands and paying for easy work with ale, had finally slowed down and dropped anchor, the pirates that stole it probably thinking they were too far away from shore for anyone else to still be giving chase.

Bosco grit his sharp teeth, there was going to be a reckoning.

He sped up his swimming as he got closer to the anchor chain, trying his best to contain his fury so as not to waste precious energy that we would need above deck.

Taking on a whole crew of pirates all by himself seemed like suicide, but he was too pissed off to care anymore.

As he finally reached the chain, he grinned in anticipation before grabbing it tightly and pulling his huge body up.

His physique, rather on the rounder side, did a good job of hiding his true strength, for under his scales and rum belly he had a powerful build, his arms bulging with power as he climbed the chain link by link.

He tried his best to keep the sounds from his effort quiet, though rather quickly he realised that there was some racket up on the deck...

Moans, and not the moans of someone being punished with a lashing, but rather, the ones you sometimes heard outside the whorehouses back at port.

Bosco had to stop for a moment... What the hell was going on his ship?

He shook his head as the anger took over him again, whatever the fuck they were doing, he didn't care.

With a final strong pull of his arms, he lifted himself over the rail on the main deck, rolling onto the ship with a thud and quickly getting up while drawing his knife.

The scene on the deck was nothing like he had expected, but thankfully the surprise was mutual due to his abrupt entrance.

All of the sailors aboard... were women. And rather pretty women at that.

They were all dressed rather skimpily, even for sailors in these warm latitudes, with shirts or tops so small they barely counted as bras and pantaloons so short it almost begged the question why did they bother with them.

It was also a rainbow of shapes and colors, though those with paler skin had been out on the sea for long enough to develop a deep tan, though perhaps with some tan lines showing here and there.

Most of the sailors were human women, but there was also a variety of demihumans in the mix, with no group being more apparent than others.

And the moaning he had heard is because they had been... celebrating. With multiple women still hugging each other lovingly while others rushed to cover themselves before grabbing their weapons.

Pushing through them was the only obvious man of the crew, a portly and rather unwholesome looking person that reminded Bosco of a pig that had just been fed the fattest and thickest bread a baker could make and had also drowned in so much wine he was red and bloated all over.

He shoved some of the smaller women aside as he squared off with him, still pulling up his pants and adjusting his captain's hat.

"Who in the bloody blazes are you, lizard face!" he said, brandishing a cutlass with a flair that showed he knew how to use it, despite his appearance.

Bosco exploded at the words from the pirate.

"I'm the fucking bloody owner of this ship, you bloated pig shit!" he said, readying himself for combat.

The pirate laughed loudly with a screech that made Bosco want to tear off his throat.

"You fucking swam after us?" the pirate said in a mocking tone, "you listen to that gals? This fucking idiot chased us all night just to be shanked here!"

Some of the gals gave out some fake and unenthusiastic laughs.

"You bitches are fucking useless! Can't even laugh at a good quip!" the pirate said, annoyed at the lack of enthusiasm from his crew.

Bosco gripped his knife tight, looking for an opening.

"What's the matter, you piece of shit?" he said, trying to goad him, "you can't get your bitches to respect that pathetic mug of yours?"

The pirate clenched his teeth, his gold tooth shining under his lips but actually making him look more tacky.

"Big words for what's going to be my new crocodile rug!" he said, waving his cutlass around, "don't you just stand there, you dumb cunts! Shank him!"

The sound of knives, swords and axes being picked up started feeling the deck, but there was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm.

Bosco, sensing a possible weakness, started laughing loudly.

"You must be the most pathetic lump of lard in all the seas!" he said, mocking the pirate, "do these bitches also babysit you at night? Change your diaper?"

He continued laughing loudly, all while dropping his guard.

"You insolent walking purse!" the pirate said, lunging towards him with his cutlass.

That was his chance, Bosco thought.

And with a speed that felt unnatural for his size, at least to those who had never seen a crocodile spring into action, he sidestepped the pirate's attack, plunging his knife down as his enemy speeded past him.

Bosco's swing left a deep nasty gash on the back of the pirate and ripping his shirt almost completely, forcing the man to rip it off as he winced in pain.

"How the fuck are you so fast!" the pirate screamed in surprise.

But he was already on the back foot, and Bosco would not let his chance go to waste.

Bosco threw his left fist in an arch towards the pirate, forcing him to raise his arm to block it and making him almost lose his balance due to the surprising force from the hit.

The pirate, furious, held on to the deck railing with his sword arm, and kept his distance from Bosco as much as he could.

"Bitches, what the fuck are you doing!?" he yelled at his crew, "if this cur kills me none of you will get any!"

The air on the deck seemed to go cold as waves of anxiety filled all the women aboard.

But Bosco didn't have time to waste on this.

With a forceful lunge, Bosco lifted his foot and made it come crashing down against the pirate's left arm, catching it between himself and the railing with a horrible bone breaking snap.

The pirate screamed in agony from the pain of his broken arm, and it was then that Bosco saw it... attached to the man's chest was some kind of... gem, or perhaps amulet.

It was red like a blood ruby and sat on a golden diamond frame, but it did not hang off the pirate's neck... it was embedded on him, literally jutting out of his flesh.

Bosco didn't know what kind of sorcery was this, but he didn't like it, and suspected it had something to do with the odd crew this pirate had.

So taking a risk, he threw himself at his enemy, but instead of bringing down his knife or his fist, he bit the amulet on the pirate's chest with all the force of his jaws.

Following the flow of that first movement, and before anyone had any chance to react, he spun around in an inhumanly strong death roll, the rotund pirate literally flying like a comet around Bosco, who would not release his savage grip on the embedded amulet.

"No! No! No!" the pirate screamed as he spun helplessly, "stop you stupid lizard! Stop! Stop!!!"

With a horrible sound of ripped flesh, the amulet came off his skin with a substantial chunk of his own flesh attached, and all of it still firmly gripped by Bosco's jaws.

The pirate went flying over the edge of the deck, his rotund body slamming itself against the railing with a thud before rolling over it and hitting the anchor chain on the way down.

His screaming stopped with that horrid thud against the railing, no further noise was made by him as his body hit the water, and no calls for help came from overboard.

It would seem that slam had either killed him, or knocked him out.

Bosco risked a look over the railing as he pulled the amulet from his teeth; the body of the pirate was floating face down on the water, his blood dyeing the sea red and attracting the hungry sea life.

He didn't move at all.

Despite his rough life and rougher personality, Bosco was not in the habit of killing people, so he sat on the railing for a moment, his mind in a brief haze as he stared at whatever the pirate had embedded in his chest and which was now in his possession.

It actually was much bigger than it looked on the pirate's chest, with an odd golden pyramidal shape protruding from the back of it, from which the remains of its previous owner still dangled like butcher scraps.

No wonder the pirate had bled so profusely when Bosco had ripped it out; gods know how many veins or arteries got pulled out with it.

To his shock, it started to shine, the ripped flesh around the amulet started to burn and wither away before his eyes.

His startled reaction was to chuck it away, but to his surprise the odd item started to levitate in front of him, vibrating with power as it seemed to pull Bosco's gaze towards it.

In a snap second, the amulet flew straight onto Bosco's chest, digging itself into his flesh and scales, making the sailor scream with the sudden stabbing pain.

"What the actual fuck is going on?!" he screamed, trying to pull at the thing, to no avail.

A shockwave of energy tingled through his body, stopping his efforts to remove the amulet and leaving him standing in place in shock.

The thing had embedded itself deep into him, somehow, and Bosco could feel his very blood flow through it.

Whatever bizarre forces animated it, they were now flowing through him making him feel... good, like an unending source of vigor was feeding him.

The ship's crew had been looking at this whole event with bated breath, almost as shocked and paralysed by it as he was.

Out of the crowd of sailors a figure emerged; she was a well built curvy woman, with wide hips, thick thighs and a heavy chest that struggled to be contained in her tied up shirt.

She had dark sun kissed skin and flower or vine-like tattoos on her right arm. A messy curly mane of dark hair was barely kept from her face thanks to a thick bandana, and her piercing blue eyes were laser focused on Bosco.

As he raised his gaze to meet with her as she approached him, something dawned on him, he knew her from something.

"You killed our captain..." she said in a thick accent that sounded quick and fluid while emphasizing the harsher sounds of words, "you have some serious balls, scales."

Bosco grinned, showing his myriad of sharp teeth. He was in deep shit alright, so he might as well play it cool.

"Yeah, I did; you also want to have your chest ripped out of you?" he growled while squaring off with her.

She tilted her head while looking at him.

"Wait... I know you from somewhere..." she said, noticing the same as Bosco, "tavern down south? Sometime last year?"

Bosco nodded at her, it was coming back to him.

"You were drunk as piss in rum and started teasing me, I bent you over the table and fucked your brains out," he said with a grin, "it was lots of fun, but I didn't catch your name."

"Nor I did yours," said the woman, relaxing her pose a bit, "I'm Marcela, by the way."

She extended a hand to Bosco, who firmly grabbed and gave her a good shake. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but much better to play along.

"So..." she said suddenly pointing in the direction of the magical amulet now embedded in his chest, "are you aware what that does?"

He caressed the thing with his big hands, it felt oddly warm to the touch, as if it was part of his body.

"Not a bleeding clue," he said, "but I wasn't born yesterday so I suspect it has something to do with this crew..."

Marcela curled the side of her lip.

"You're not wrong..." she said, eyeing him up and down.

Bosco grinned back at her in response, and took a look around the deck. Most of the sailors were looking at him with a look of anticipation, and he couldn't help but feel that they were undressing him with their eyes.

"This will be easier to explain in private, and since he won't be using it anymore..." she said pointing towards the door of the captain's cabin below the quarter deck, "we might as well make ourselves comfortable in those quarters."

Bosco nodded with a groan.

"You bet your ass I will, this is my ship after all!" he said, making his way through the crowd of women towards the door.

Now that things were calmer than before, and none of them seemed to look at him with violent intent... his eyes couldn't help but to wander. There were some serious beauties aboard, and he wasn't made of stone.

As he made it to the entrance to the cabin, he turned around and saw that Marcela was signaling over two other women from the crew to join them.

"Ships doctor and our cook, they both carry the voice of the crew so should be part of this..." said Marcela as Bosco opened the door and ushered her in.

"Fine!" he grumbled, trying to hide his arousal under his cranky mood, before diving into the room behind her.

The captain's cabin was still very much barren except for the big table he had planned to use as a desk and for dinners. A lone armoire and a trio of nondescript chairs sat against the viewing window.

He sat on the table facing the door, letting his thick tail stretch and hang on the other end while he crossed his arms and took a deep breath, trying to keep his mind focused rather than going over and over about how extremely hot all these sailors were.

The two women that Marcela had called over came into the room, and their appearance did not help with his composure at all.

Both of them were absolutely stunning.

The first one to come through was a tall lass, definitely taller than Bosco, though perhaps not by a lot. She had a curious figure, with a nice pair of heavy breasts, a perky derriere and lovely thighs, but she wasn't really curvy, having a rather slender figure otherwise, with legs for days, which made her assets look bigger than they probably were.

Her skin had been thoroughly kissed by the sun and now sported a lovely dark tan, but the tan lines from her very tight buttoned shirt and short skirt made it clear her natural skin color was much paler.

But what Bosco found most curious and striking was her exotic pink hair. It was thick and silky, with no curls whatsoever, and it seemed to behave itself perfectly in the loose bindings she had it in.

Her face was like that of a perfect little doll; with big violet eyes, a cute nose, thick lips and a thin neck that Bosco felt he could grab with just one hand.

As if to make it even more obvious that she was an elf, a pair of cute pointy ears peaked from behind her hair.

She gave Bosco regal vibes for some reason, as if she should be a noble queen or princess from the old continent.

The other woman that had come in was quite the contrast to the other two; she was lithe and very petite, barely reaching Bosco's waistline, but exuding so much attitude she appeared to be bigger than the other two.

As with the elven lass, her skin was well tanned but the tan lines hiding under her tight top and rather short shorts made it clear her natural skin was also rather pale. Long curly lines of black coloration seemed to criss-cross her body, not dissimilar to tiger stripes, which together with her long feline tail and fluffy ears made it abundantly clear she was one of the catfolk.

Unlike the other two women, she was flat as a washing board, her top not really tying anything despite the tightness of it; she did have a really cute small bottom though.

Her face was sharp like that of their very distant feline relatives, with a pair of bright green feline eyes that contrasted with her many freckles. She also had cute sharp incisors

An impossibly curly mane, even more so than Marcela's, of a deep red color that matched her tail and fluffy ears, was barely contained by her bandana and ponytail, threatening to explode into a wave and waves of curls at any moment.

Her bare feet and hands showed little claws on them where common humans normally had their nails. On a bigger catfolk they could have been rather threatening, but on her they made her look cute, like a kitten playing to be a tiger.

All three women looked at him for a long moment, as if appraising him.

"Right, introductions are in order," said Marcela to break the awkward silence.

"These are Jeanne and Tessa, our crew's cook and doctor," she said, indicating the elf lass was Jeanne and the catfolk Tessa, "until now I have been the quartermaster of the crew, hence why I think we all three should speak with you."

Bosco squeezed the tip of his long snout, the same way a human would do with the bridge of his nose.

"What kind of stupid game are we playing here?" he said in his usual cranky tone, "this here is my godsdammed fucking ship, I slaved to pay for it, and was ready to get a crew before you bloody pirates took it."

"What is there to discuss?" he asked bluntly, hoping his bravado helped against the fact that, while he was a big and tough motherfucker, it was a whole crew against him, and his scales could only stop so many blades.

Tessa, the catfolk, got visibly angry, with her tail puffing up.

"It's not like we wanted to be here anyway!" she screamed, looking as if she wanted to claw his face off.

Marcela raised her hands, trying to calm down the room.

"The gentleman has a point, little red," the elven lass said with a tone and accent that made Bosco think she might start signing at any moment, "it is his ship, but I agree we're not all here by choice."

Bosco grumbled to himself.

"Were you press ganged?" he said trying to get a grip of the situation, "surely that ball of lard from before couldn't press you on his own!"

"Touche," said Marcela pointing at his chest, "but he didn't do it alone, he used that bloody thing to do so; not to mention he lost us our last ship, hence why we took yours."

Bosco caressed the embedded amulet again.

"What the fuck does this do?" he said, polite words and company never having been his forte, "it feels super weird and won't come off."

The mood of the room immediately changed, with Jeanne playing with her hair while Tessa looked to the side, clearly embarrassed.

"The previous captain did not tell us the whole story..." Marcela said in a careful tone, "but from what he blurted out while drunk we think it's some kind of mind affecting our fertility amulet..."

Bosco stood there with a stupid look on his face for a moment.

"Fertility?" his gaze moving through all three.

Marcela nodded, while Jeanne giggled and Tessa pouted.

After a long sigh, Marcela finally opened up.

"I guess there is no way of sugar coating it..." she said with one of her hands on her head, "that bloody thing can make us unbelievably horny."

It was as if a slow water clock was sloshing inside Bosco's brain.

"What?" he finally asked with an incredulous face.

"If the amulet synergises well with our personalities and the desires of its owner, it can make someone rabidly aroused," said Tessa while still pouting and looking away, "to the point that you'd agree to anything just to get sex from the owner."

Another long moment of awkward silence covered the room.

And then Bosco bursted out laughing louder than he had ever laughed in his life, bending over and holding his strong yet bulging gut.

He kept on laughing for a long minute while the three ladies rolled their eyes or glared at him.

After he finally managed to pick himself up and stop, he noticed that the ladies did not look that amused, an air of concern and shame clinging to them.

"Wait..." he said, his eyes darting across them, "you're fucking serious?"

All three of them nodded in unison.

"By all the fucking demons of the icy depths... for real? This shit can make someone so stupidly horny that they can't think for themselves?" he asked, pointing at the amulet.

"Yes, Tessa tells the truth," said Marcela with a serious tone.

Bosco was aghast, not quite knowing what to think or say.

"I'm glad I killed that pustulent barnacle..." he said, dragging his nails on the table, "I like horny needy whores as much as any sailor, but using magic to force you is utterly fucked up!"

Him saying that seemed to have some effect on them, for all three seemed to relax a bit.

"I don't know how to use this bloody thing on my chest... but if I did, I wouldn't force you to be my crew like that piece of chum."

"So let's sail back to port, I get my ship back, and you ladies get your freedom, deal?" he said, expecting a quick agreement.

All three ladies looked at each other.

"Unfortunately... it's not that simple," said Marcela, "I'm afraid the effect of the amulet is permanent on us, or at the very least we have found no way of ridding ourselves of it."

Bosco's eyes focused deeply on Marcela, before moving to the others.

"So... you need to be fucked, by the amulet's owner?" he asked bluntly.

Tessa sighed again, obviously putting her head in order before speaking, she seemed to be the most thoroughly educated person in the cabin.

"Ok, since the truth is out, I might as well give you the details as I have observed them..." she said with a serious look, but still trying to avoid Bosco's eyes.

"The amulet doesn't work on everybody... it seems to have a type, or go after the owner's type. But if it does connect with someone, the amulet's owner can use it to make the person it has connected to not just incredibly horny, but incredibly willing, it's as if it latches to kinks and desires and makes them impossible to resist."

"Not only that, but the amulet owner seemed to be able to do it on command, once it linked with someone they could be fine one moment and then with just a look from the amulet's owner they were a groveling slut on the floor..."

Her words clearly told she was speaking from experience.

"And the experience is incredibly weird, because even after it happens, it feels... natural, as if you were only acting on what you wanted, so any shame you have is yours."

Bosco tried to maintain some kind of composure, while fucked up, this was also incredibly hot.

"Some of us have tried to run or keep ourselves away from the previous captain to not fall to the desire it inflicts, but so far everything has failed; one of the crew even tried to stay behind at one port but the need was so great she chased us all over with a dingy until we rescued her, and when we did she wanted cock more than water or food!"

Marcela shook her head.

"I've told you before Tessa, but you don't want to accept it... that thing only tags certain people because it can sense your deepest and horniest rooted desires..." she said with confidence, "you get so unbelievably horny because you want it, the amulet just makes it impossible to deny and only sex with the carrier satisfies you."

Jeanne nodded along with Marcela.

"She speaks the truth, red, you know it..." said Jeanne, squatting next to Tessa and giving her a comforting hug.

The red headed catfolk turned around from Bosco, hiding her upset face against Jeanne's bosom.

"So..." Bosco finally said, with a slow and pensive tone that was very unlike him, "If I don't fuck you all regularly... you will lose your mind?"

Marcela and Jeanne nodded while Tessa clawed at Jeanne as if she was a desperate kitten.

Bosco turned around, placing both hands on his desk.

"This is beyond fucked up..." he said, staring at the sea out of the window, "but I'd be a filthy bloated liar if I didn't say it was also stupidly hot."

He turned around, crossing his arms and assuming his most authoritative pose.

"Now, this is what we're going to do..." he said, giving a moment for Tessa to turn her face to look at him again, "since you need to be close to me, I will keep you as crew, and take care of your needs."

"We have to keep the ship moving and make business, because otherwise we don't eat, but we will keep an eye to a possible solution to this mess."

"But while we're on this bloody mission, I'm captain, and that's final," he said, looking at all three with a serious gaze.

"Deal?" he said, extending his hand.

The three women looked at each other and nodded, it was unlikely they would get a better chance than this.

"Deal," Marcela said, shaking Boscos hands.

Bosco smiled ear to ear, his ship back and a crew of desperately horny women, it was hard not to feel happy.

"Right, so, first word as captain," he said standing up from the table and putting his hands on his hips, "if I'm going to take care of your needs, I need to know what the fuck they are, so start spilling the beans."

All three of them looked at each other, with Marcela and Jeanne giving each other complicated smiles while Tessa looked to the wall with her ears down, her face blushing like mad despite her grumpy expression.

"You, kitty, what are you into, what do you need from your captain?" he said with a grin, excited to prove he could keep his side of the deal.

"I am not a cat!" Tessa exploded at him, her tail puffing again, "and just because you are wearing that bloody thing, it doesn't mean I'm some kind of horny slut for you to..."

"She likes it when you just shut her up with a nice dick and put her down," said Jeanne with a very naughty smile.

Tessa looked at her blushing even more.

"Jeanne! For fuck sake!" she said, trembling.

Bosco knew when someone had given him a cue to act.

He reached down with his big hand and grabbed Tessa tightly by the neck, lifting her up to his level.

"Is what the tall bimbo says true, kitty? Do you like it when the captain just shuts you up?" he asked, his long toothy snout grinning.

Tessa struggled against his grip, trying to kick him and bite him but the look on her eyes said and the clenching of her thighs told a different story.

Bosco turned around and threw her on the table face up, soft enough to not hurt her more than a nasty slip from a wave, but enough to drive the point home.

"Yeah, Jeanne speaks the truth, cap," said Marcela, moving closer to them both, "Tessa was really having a hard time with the previous captain, she doesn't just like it when you shut her up, she also gets off on being humiliated..."

Bosco turned his head back to the kitty, who he had flipped so her head was hanging off the table facing him, basically confirmed Marcela's words with her needy eyes and aroused panting.

"I fucking hate all of you," she said, covering her face while squeezing her thighs even more, clearly pent up like crazy.

Bosco gripped her top tightly and ripped it off, his strength more than enough to get rid of such fabric.

Her flat chest was pale compared to the rest of her tanned body, a pair of cute rock hard nipples further telling on her neediness.

"What a filthy cat in heat you are..." he said, unbuttoning his still seawater soaked pantaloons and letting them drop on the floor, exposing his already hard dick, "but rules are rules, before I shut your trap with my dick I need to hear that you want this."

Tessa stared at Bosco's thick meaty dick as if it was hypnotising her, unable to take her feline eyes off it and almost drooling in anticipation.

"You stupid fat ugly lizard..." she said as her hands pulled at her shorts and crotch, "fine! Yes! I admit it! What these tattletales say is true and I hate it!"

"Good!" Bosco said with a glint in his eye, "now say: please choke me with your dick, captain."

Jeanne and Marcela had moved very close to each other, their hands meandering onto naughty places.

"Fuck you and your scale ass!" said Tessa in a tone that implied more shyness than unwillingness."

"Tsk... I guess these other bitches will get dick instead," he said, starting to turn around from the ship's doctor.

"Fine!" she screamed in frustration, "just do it ok?! Don't ask! I hate having to ask! Just shove it in when you want to and be do..."

Her words choked on Bosco's thick dick, as he had just shoved it down her throat as much as he could, making her soft neck bulge with the massive phallus.

Tessa's eyes and body tensed for a moment as if consumed by raw fury, but a moment after she started to relax and mellow down, her soft little tongue savoring the ridges under Bosco's foreskin.

Her dexterous hands slid sensually down to her pussy and nipples, a soft purr covering her as she touched herself.

Bosco grunted in delight from the attention, slowly grinding his thick cock inside her throat before he started thrusting.

"Damn! What a change of attitude!" he said excitedly, "is this the work of the amulet?"

Marcela and Jeanne laughed as they moved around the table, with Jeanne hugging and kissing Bosco from his left side while Marcela helped Tessa pull her shorts down and finger herself.

"Oh no captain, this is all her," Jeanne said with a naughty tone that clashed with her rather regal appearance, "she just loves to be used like this... and unlike our previous captain, who she found rather revolting, she really seems to like you..."

Tessa blushed again and averted her eyes shily while she lavishly worshiped Bosco's dick, the wet mess between her legs and her furious fiddling with her clit confirming Jeanne's words.

Encouraged by this, and dying to just let loose, Bosco happily started fucking Tessa's throat, his hand tightly gripping her neck, so much so it almost felt like a nice wet fleshlight.

The catfolk's eyes rolled back from the rush of arousal and lack of air, her body shaking from how much she loved it.

Marcela shot a naughty look to Bosco, her fingers making filthy sloshing sounds from the wetness of Tessa's nethers.

"She's ready for you, skipper," she said, biting her lip sensually.

"Fantastic," Bosco said, pulling out of Tessa's throat, who took several long and laborious breaths, "I'm dying to try this slutty cat's pussy."

Tessa pouted, but her expression quickly changed to one of surprise as Bosco spinned her around on the table, leaving her pussy next to his throbbing erection and her gaze blocked by Marcela's rather voluptuous chest.

"I haven't seen you enjoy yourself this much ever, red," said Marcela as she arched forward and grabbed Tessa's petite legs, spreading them for their captain.

"Fuck you!" said Tessa, blushing like a tomato but offering not one iota of resistance to her crewmate.

Marcela abused the catfolk's flexibility, pulling from her ankles to stretch her legs and then pushing them down so their front rested over Tessa's chest and torso, the soles of her feet aimed at the Quartermaster's thighs.

This left her cute and drenched pussy utterly exposed to Bosco's throbbing cock, which the captain shoved inside the small woman with gusto.

Tessa's back arched like a newly built bridge, her belly bulging from the captain's rather girthy cock.

"It's so thick!" she said as she clawed at the table with her face a grimace of lust and pain, "it's going to break me!"

Bosco chuckled with amused delight, noticing how despite her tightness he was slipping inside her without any issue.

"If it breaks you it's because you want it, slut," said the lizardfolk sailor with an amused grin, thrusting with his hips until his balls slapped against Tessa's cute butt.

He let her feel the pressure of his thick meat inside her before moving again, the petite catfolk losing her mind with delight from his tip rubbing against her cervix.

"Fuck! This should hurt!" Tessa said, clawing harder at the table, "why does it feel so good?!"

Her eyes were rolling back onto their sockets, all her body kept trembling, it didn't take a genius to see how much she was enjoying herself.

Since her moans made it clear she liked it rough, Bosco felt more than happy to oblige, grabbing his new crewmate firmly by her small waist and ramming his hips against hers with abandon.

As his body slammed itself like a battering ram against his current lover, he noticed Jeanne snuggling up to him, the lass was so tall that her chest was basically on his face.

With a needy whimper she unbuttoned her shirt, letting her big breasts be free from their tight containment. It was unreal how deliciously meaty they were compared to her slender figure, but Bosco most definitely wouldn't complain.

"I'm sorry capt'n, seeing you go at it with Tess has made me very warm..." Jeanne said as she rubbed her breasts against his shoulder and face, "may I cool down with your lovely scales?"

Bosco grinned, starting to clock what Jeanne's thing was.

"Good girl, pinky," he said, grunting in between thrusts, "rub those bimbo tits of yours all over me, I love them."

Jeanne bit her lip before lifting one of her very own breasts and licking her nipple with mind-melting sensuality. She then gently pressed her breasts against his face as much as she could, making Bosco growl in excitement and pinch her nipples with the side of his long mouth.

"I must have made the goddess of the sea very happy, I think," said Bosco as Tessa orgasmed, squeezing his dick so hard it felt as if he was being milked by a suction cup, "because fuck me are you bitches gorgeous and fun."

Marcela, who had sat down on the captain's chair and was cradling Tessa's head while the catfolk's face contorted into orgasmic joy, threw Bosco a nice wink while kissing her crewmate's face all over.

"I had a good vibe since you took the amulet, skipper," Marcela said while giving Tessa one of her thumbs to sensually suckle, "I'm not sure you remember, but we had fun that night last year."

Bosco was gritting his teeth as his body tensed right before orgasm, unable to slow for Tessa's squeezing and Jeanne's gentle caresses were making him lose his mind.

With a long and liberating groan, he came like a torrent inside Tessa, more cum shooting out of his dick than he could ever remember. Hell, it was so much that after a long moment of twitching and throbbing the petite catfolk was leaking from her ravaged hole.

He looked down at Tessa, who was totally out from the nice fuck she just had; her eyes halfway hidden under her skull and her tongue lolling out of her mouth while she panted and twitched.

With a satisfied smile, he looked back at Marcela, who was clearly touching herself under the table.

"We did have fun," said Bosco, finally answering Marcela, "but I get the feeling there is something else..."

Jeanne was lost on her own head while rubbing herself against Bosco like a needy animal, covering his scales in kisses wherever she could reach.

"There was something else..." Marcela said caressing Tessa's chest, "you were nice, in a way I can't quite explain, and you listened, it felt like you actually bloody cared."

Bosco grinned, letting go from the twitching Tessa and firmly grabbing Jeanne's ass.

"And here I was thinking I was just an uncouth asshole," he said slowly pulling out from the kitty.

Marcela chuckled as she stood up and moved closer to him and Jeanne, sandwiching him between them.

"Oh you were, and are..." she said, giving him a peck on the cheek, "a rude ass sailor that the most romantic thing he can think of is... that was a nice fuck."

Bosco smirked while Marcela laughed and he enjoyed squeezing Jeanne's delightful rump.

"But you gave a shit, or at least it felt like you did..." the quartermaster said as one of her hands meandered to his cock, which she gripped firmly, "and you also seem to have won over our rather hard to please doctor..."

All three of them looked at Tessa, who had slowly coiled onto a purring ball on the table, a shy blushing smile on her face while one hand firmly rested on her roughly fucked pussy.

She didn't say a word, but it was clear she was in a much better mood than before.

"The amulet was glowing in a way I had never seen while the captain was fucking her..." said Jeanne in her musical voice, "I think it reacts differently when the captain's partner is really enjoying themselves..."

Bosco hadn't noticed anything, he had been too busy with the three beauties in the room and the storm of dirty thoughts in his head.

"That would make sense, we'll have to test it more..." said Marcela with a naughty smile.

With a wide grin, Bosco wrapped his arms around both ladies at his sides, and squeezed them closer to him.

"Well, this magical thing is keeping me hard as a rock and I feel like I could drown the sea with my cum... so which of you lovely bitches I'm fucking next?"

Jeanne and Marcela shot each other a coy look.

"Why, that's for you to decide... you are the captain..." said Marcela with a wink.

Bosco knew she had just said to turn him on more, but by the seas it bloody worked.

"Good answer," Bosco said with a stupid smile on his face, "in that case... I have yet to try an elven coochie, and you look more delicious than any food you could cook, pinkie."

Jeanne couldn't help but to wiggle her rump in excitement, squeezing herself against him tighter.

"Saving the best for last, eh?" said Marcela with a playful tone, "I can respect that..."

Bosco grinned at her, giving her a savage squeeze on her bum cheek.

"You could say that..." he said, trying to imitate her tone.

A little cough came from Jeanne, getting his attention.

"If I may ask of you, capt'n," the elven lass said with a coquettish tone, "may I ride you on the captain chair? I love the idea of pleasing you with my little cooch, as you say..."

There was definitely something noble about how she spoke, something Bosco would have to inquire about... later.

Right now her request had made him so hard again they could hang the ship's flag from his cock.

Bosco made his way to the chair as both ladies trailed him to the sides like a remoras to a shark, and happily helped him out of his still drenched pantaloons.

He made himself comfortable on the captain's chair, one he had chosen specifically for his rather large girth and long thick tail.

With a toothy grin, he slid down slightly so his cock was easy to access and ready for Jeanne, who was playing with her hair excitedly.

The tall elven lass straddled him with a smile, wrapping her long arms around his thick neck as she lowered her hips and burning pussy lips on his throbbing manhood.

"You are shockingly eager for someone that was basically a captive till recently, pinkie..." Bosco said, gripping her firmly by the rear as she shimmied down his shaft.

Jeanne let out soft whorish moans while pressing her soft pale breasts against his snout, not even trying to hide how needy she was.

"You see captain," she managed to say between moans, "unlike our lovely Tessa, I was never in denial of what I wanted..."

Marcella chuckled while sitting on the table, just behind Jeanne, her dexterous hands squeezing the elf's big bosom.

"Jeanne is an unashamed whore, skipper," said Marcela with a grin, "and a very fun one I might add..."

Bosco laid his head back and relaxed while the elven lass impaled herself on his girth, clearly enjoying every second of it.

"I rather like whores..." he said as he bottomed out inside her and her silken wet pussy caressed his balls.

Jeanne trembled against him, her arms tightening around his neck.

After a moment of content pause, she started bouncing on his lap, her wet nethers making sharp wet noises with every slap against his flesh.

"I left my home and title because of my... nautical predilections, this is true," the pink haired elf said as she bit her lip sensually.

"She likes sailor dick..." said Marcela, who had leaned forward to better grab Jeanne's breasts and pinch her nipples with a playful look.

Bosco couldn't help but chuckle without moving an inch, Jeanne was exceptionally good at this, her hip sways caressing his dick just the right way.

"And pussy, my dear Marcela... though I must admit I do prefer a good dick, like the one our dear new captain has..."

"Our former captain, may the oceans devour his soul, was, as Marcela would say, a complete asshole and an abuser... but I did enjoy his amulet enhanced dickings..."

She leaned forward as she sped up her bouncing, her lips kissing the tip of Bosco's snout tenderly.

"But I much rather care for a decent captain... it really enhances the experience..."

Bosco wrapped his thick arms around her back, her gorgeous arching figure sliding between them with every bounce.

"Oh... I get it," said Bosco with a grin, "old slab of pus liked them subby, and you like to serve..."

Jeanne beamed at him with her blushing cheeks, the effusiveness of her bouncing making it clear she was close to climax.

"Kept it hidden like a champ from the right old bastard too, not quite sure how she managed, most of us folded like wet paper to the stupid amulet..." said Marcela, giving Jeanne a sensual bite on the tip of her long ear and stealing a sweet moan from her.

"Maybe I should promote you from cook to captain's maid..." said Bosco, squeezing the elven gal's rear so hard it would leave a mark, not that Jeanne seemed to mind.

"I would like that very much... capt'n..." she said with her breaths becoming more and more difficult.

"Then be a good lass and empty your captain's balls inside that lovely cooch of yours, pinkie..." he said as he gripped her tightly and started moving his hips in unison with her.

Their breathing got more and more laborious with every move until with a long triumphant moan, Jeanne slammed her pussy against his lap, taking all his girth while orgasming like an unashamed whore.

Her squeezing tight little hole milked Bosco without mercy, who happily filled her up with a long groan.

Jeanne slumped her head over her new captain's shoulder with a satisfied smile, still shivering for the lovely orgasm.

"Oh captain my captain... that was sublime..." the elven lass said while catching her breath, "I might be imagining it but this feels way better than with the previous capt'n, Marcella... as if it was smoother."

"Maybe I'm imagining it..."

"You are not..." said Tessa, slowly unraveling from her comfy little ball she had curled up into after being roughly fucked by her new captain, "I felt it too... loathe as I am to admit it..."

"I think that stupid amulet is actually working with the new cap, rather than against him, but I'm no wizard so no fucking clue why..."

"Well, I ain't complaining," said Marcela, taking off her clothes and standing stark naked by Bosco and Jeanne, "what the old cap was doing with us was hot and all, but it felt wrong and I didn't want to be here..."

"But now..." she said moving around the captain's chair and playing with Bosco's smile as she rested her heavy breasts on his head, "now I have a good vibe and I feel good about wanting to quench my fucked up desires..."

Bosco tilted his head to the side to take a better look at her, being careful of not dropping Jeanne was still cuddling him while basking in her afterglow.

"And what those fucked up desires be, you dirty wench?" he said with a grin.

Marcela grinned.

"I've always fantasized about being a slave to a powerful captain... collared, leashed and branded so he may take me whenever and however he wants..." the fire in her eyes was palpable.

Bosco stood there in silence for a second.

"Fuck that's hot as all the hells combined!" he said standing up in excitement while still holding Jeanne against his chest.

He sat Jeanne on the table next to Tessa, who was not looking at Marcela with a flabbergasted face while sitting there cross legged.

"Shit, Mar, that was... very forward of you..." the red headed catfolk said as she tried to not get smothered against Jeanne's breasts, who was very much still in a cuddly mood.

Marcela shrugged.

"I was already doing it for the old cap, I just didn't tell him that was what was getting me off..." she said, pressing her body against a grinning Bosco, amulet shining on his chest as if it was supercharged.

"So yeah, fuck it, we're stuck here with our new scaley skipper, I might as well try to milk it for all it's worth..." she said sensually, "literally and figuratively."

"You've learned those words from Jeanne..." said Tessa, rolling her eyes and unable to stop herself from purring due to Jeanne's cuddles.

Marcela responde by flipping her off, but it was obvious there was no ill blood between them.

Bosco, almost vibrating from excitement, lashed out and grabbed Marcela firmly by the neck, choking her just enough to make her woozy while guiding her to the desk, making her lay her torso chest first on the table, all while raising her lovely rear.

The quartermaster let out a satisfied and delightful long moan of satisfaction, clearly trembling with arousal.

"I've always wanted to have my own sex slave..." said Bosco with a malicious grin, "I have no idea which god I seemed to have pleased, but I am not ever going to complain."

"Now my lovely bitch, beg for me..." he said, rubbing his once more hard dick on her rear.

Marcella grabbed the table so tight her knuckles turned white.

"Please Master, fuck me raw in whichever hole you please, just use me without worry for your pleasure!" her face was dripping with desire.

Bosco tightened his toothy jaws in excitement, before slamming his once more hard a stake cock down Marcela's soaked pussy, a loud slapping sound echoing across the cabin as his hips slapped her plump rear.

The quartermaster let out a long happy groan while she clenched the table, her eyes already unfocusing due to how much she had been waiting for this.

With a naughty grin, Jeanne got off the table and almost glided behind Bosco, wrapping her long arms around him and covering his scales in kisses as her dexterous hands started to cup and massage his heavy testes.

Delighted groans escaped from the bulky lizardfolk's throat, emboldening him even further.

Bosco started thrusting and pounding his lovely new willing sex slave, pulling her hair with one hand to force her into a delightful arch over the table, her breasts jiggling with every slam of his hips.

Marcela was truly enjoying the rough fuck, her eyes happily rolling back into their sockets all while her mouth stayed half open, constantly spewing moans and grunts of delight.

"Damn you're a slut..." said Tessa, looking at Mar while still sitting cross legged on the table, though her fidgeting and rocking clearly told the others she was aroused once more by the scene.

The quartermaster gave her a side eye with a grin and while being mercilessly pounded still managed to control her body enough to grab Tessa by the throat and drag her under her torso, the catfolk doctor trapped under Marcela's heaving chest and big bouncing breasts.

Knowing what she was playing at, Bosco released Marcela's hair so she could put much of her weight on top of the petite Tessa, who at first seemed to struggle a bit to get from under her crewmate, but quickly her own lewdness got the better of her and wrapped her arms and legs around Marcela, all while her face was trapped against her warm silky breasts.

"You're much cuter when you have your mouth busy, kitten," said Mar with laborious breaths due to the savage railing that Bosco was giving her.

The only thing that came out from under Mar's torso was Tessa's soft purrs and the further tightening of her legs around the quartermaster's waist, clearly trying to feel Bosco's thrusts on her pussy as they reverberated through Marcela.

"You don't need to hide what you need anymore, Tess," said Jeanne, who had now placed Bosco's thick tail between her legs and was grinding against it with her wet pussy as if her life depended on it, "the capt'n will take good care of us, won't he?"

Bosco grinned with satisfaction, bending over Marcela so she could get more force from his hips slams and Tessa got a taste for it too.

"You know it, my lovely bitches, I will run this ship fairly and keep all your holes sore with all the savage poundings you need," with a snap, he closed his jaws around Marcela's neck, just strong enough for her to feel trapped and owned, something which drove her even closer to orgasm.

He felt the amulet tingle in his chest, as if being fed or powered by everything around them.

Bosco let out a long sigh, but without slowing his furious thrusting.

"And if any of you truly wanna fuck off and leave, I promise we will find a way to unshackle you from this bloody thing..." he said, one hand on the amulet while he tightly gripped Mar with the other, "though I will do everything I fucking can so you never feel like you have to, having all you bitches in my crew is too much fun."

All three ladies tensed as he said this, Jeanne hugging him tighter, Marcela clenching him with her pussy as if trying to rip off his cock, and Tessa desperately clawing Marcela while rubbing her pussy harder against her belly.

"If you keep fucking me like this, I am not going anywhere..." said Marcela with difficult breaths, her tone making it clear she was about to orgasm hard.

"I always dreamed of serving a ferocious but noble pirate captain, and I have a good feeling about Captain Bosco, so I'm also not going anywhere any time soon..." said Jeanne as she let out cute musical moans from her non-stop grinding against his tail.

A grumble came from under Marcela.

"You bloody idiots..." said Tessa, her tone also making it clear she was about to cum from her own grinding, "you will need a doctor, and you are all useless without me, so I guess I will be staying as long as you two are..."

All but Tessa chuckled and giggled.

"It's ok Captain, she is just shy, she will come around," said Jeanne biting her lip.

"She already has, you should feel how hot and wet her pussy is..." said Marcela trying to press her belly tighter against Tessa.

"Shut up!" said the purring catfolk, clearly blushing despite none of them being able to see her face.

Bosco let go of Marcela's neck with his jaws and leaned forward as much as he could, wrapping one of his big arms around her neck while grabbing the other end of the table, the whole thing threatening to snap from all the weight and force on it.

He grinned to himself while putting all his might into giving Marcela the roughest fuck he had ever given anyone, his balls aching from their constant hard slams against her rear.

"Come on you bitches! Cum with your captain!" he snarled right before exploding for them.

And as if following his command to the letter like the loyal crew they were, all three of them orgasmed as his balls twitched and filled Marcela to the brim with his seed, painting her womb white with the inhuman flow that had just been unleashed inside her.

More and more and more of his seed flooded the quartermaster's insides, so much so it bloated against the table, jets of it shooting out of any gaps her clenched pussy could leave between it and Bosco's thick dick.

Jeanne flopped over his back, her legs squeezing his thick tail as her juices dripped down it and her big silky breasts pressed against his scales. A cavalcade of sweet musical moans floating in the room from her lips.

Tessa had bitten Marcela's right breast to stop herself from screaming a loud whorish moan, the quartermaster not minding the pain as her head was swimming due to the savage orgasm she herself was experiencing. Soft cute moans followed, all while her grinding against Marcela slowed little by little.

With a triumphant groan, Bosco straightened his back, his cock still trapped inside Marcela due to the needy clenching of her pussy.

He made sure to push upwards with his tail, making Jeanne moan again, to make sure the lovely elf didn't fall from his back, all while petting Tessa's petite legs still locked like a vice around Marcela's waist.

Some lovely purrs came from his caresses, making him like he had tamed the bashful catfolk, but time would tell how thoroughly he could break through her barriers.

"Take a moment to gather your breath and make yourself presentable, crew, captain needs to meet the rest of his bitches... I mean sailors..." he said trying to use his best captain voice.

Marcela laughed as her own thoughts slowly returned to her, lifting her torso up from a blushing Tessa who was clearly somewhat out of breath from having been trapped under such a big bosom.

"I think more than a few will like you calling them bitches, captain, after you win them over like us..." she said, caressing Bosco's arm with one hand and Tessa's cute face with another.

"That's good news, slave," he said, clearly remembering her kink.

A full body shiver went through Marcela.

"I will get the crew ready for you, captain, may I wash up and get dressed so I may address them?" she asked, her hand gently moving his snout closer so she may kiss it along its length.

"You may," he said, grabbing her breasts and giving them a good squeeze, "thought once we have won them over, I think I'm gonna do away with your clothes in particular..."

"I do also rather like her, lovely skin shining naked under the sun, captain," said Jeanne as she placed her own hands on Bosco's, groping Marcela further.

Marcela smiled and moaned, enjoying the gropes.

"As you wish... Master," she said, clearly enjoying the word in her mouth.

Bosco felt the amulet burn in his chest, and his sexual endurance returned with fury from it.

"Right, go and sort everything... before I fuck you all again until you can't move, this bloody thing is hungry, and so am I..." he said pinching Mar's nipples.

With a happy groan, Marcela unimpaled herself from his cock, a mess of cum dripping down her legs, and with wobbly legs moved to the corner of the cabin to get cleaned with some drags.

"If we can find the budget captain, and considering how... messy things can get when we all get aroused, I recommend we invest in some magical cleaning items..." Jeanne said, carefully getting off his tail.

Bosco grunted with a smile.

"Good idea, and we're also getting you one of those fancy maid outfits from the old continent..." he said, imagining how delicious the cook would look like that.

Jeanne placed her hands together as her face lit up with a radiant smile.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea! Would that mean I'm promoted from cook to captain's personal maid?" she said with a lewd smile.

"What a great idea, pinkie, let's make it happen," said Bosco, who had also gone clean himself with Marcela.

Tessa pouted on the table.

"What are you gonna dress me as, then? Some kind of gutter slut I suspect..." said Tessa, who was once more sitting cross legged on the table.

"We'll get you some proper doctor clothes, cat," said Bosco in a firm tone, "I'm going to run this like a proper ship and the doctor needs to be ready and well equipped."

Tessa looked at him with a face of genuine surprise.

"But when you are off duty, you will be a good cocksleeve for me and wear what I tell you, am I clear, slut?" he said, clearly also having clocked what was one his doctor's kinks.

Tessa lowered her head and looked to the side, but her purry and lashing tail told a different story.

"Understood, skipper," Tessa said with a soft voice, trying to hide the dirty smile she had on her face.

Bosco opened the cabin's armoire and found that the pirate had thankfully not gotten rid of the uniform and hat he had bought to look like a proper captain.

He took the hat and the jacket, but given the circumstances, he felt he would need the pants, not today at least.

With clear glee, he put the hat on his head and wrapped the jacket over his shoulders like a cape, using one of the buttons to keep it in place.

"I'm ready to see my crew, quartermaster," he said, with a hint of pride.

"Aye, aye capt'n," said Marcela, who was as clean and dressed as she could given the circumstances.

Bosco smiled at everyone in the room, his excitement palpable.

This was going to be the start of a fantastic adventure.

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Thanks for reading!

The characters of Bosco and the Quartermaster were created by my friend Burr