Adventures of the Crimson Raider

A clear sky over open water allowed an almost endless view of the horizon. A few clouds hovered over the sky, and strong winds were pushing the only object that could be seen. A red frigate with black trim powered by patchwork sails. The words Crimson Raider were fading with age, carved into the hull and painted black.

It was a small, fast frigate capable of overtaking or outrunning any vessel known in the Caribbean. The Captain's cabin was old with ornate brass framing. The ship's figurehead was one to confuse and intimidate. Many would call it three hooded cobras side by side, while others claim it to be a three-headed serpent. Nonetheless, the image of three angered hissing snakes, frozen in the moment before striking, sending chills down one's spine.

Of its motley crew, it had only three sailors. Its Captain was of unintimidating proportions but with a wrath to cure any entertainment at her expense. The First Mate was only slightly taller and, once again, a female. Most would consider one such as her shy and innocent until she spoke. The only male on the ship is of larger proportions to the girls and acts as the main crew member, working in all other positions. Unlike most vessels who would refuse the thought of even letting women on their ships its small crew was led by the females. Many have made comments to the one man, but most end up crawling away and cradling bloody noses.

Captain Frey worked the helm as she usually did, watching ahead for any changes on the horizon. Miss Laura stood beside her, bent over a table, tracking their movements on a map and noting their remaining journey. Which had left Will to work on the daily chores. Having finished scrubbing the deck far earlier and, let the sun dry the wood. He was just finishing in maintaining the riggings.

Climbing down the rope, he removed his bandanna and ran a hand through his hair. Lamenting for a bit more cloud cover, the dedicated crewman took note of the situation. After the incident of the Captain trying to gamble in the last port, they were left with one pair of clothing each. He was lucky in that he was able to keep his overcoat in the exchange, seeing as he wasn't wearing it at the time. It had left him in his white shirt and brown vest. The vest was covered with holstered pistols. Brown pants, black boots, and his good ol' black bandanna. But with his dark red overcoat with black trim still in his possession, he found that he didn't mind as much.

The Captain came out the easiest with her own red overcoat with black trim. Will and the Captain each had their coats long before meeting each other and found the match fitting, especially with the color of the Raider. Other than her overcoat, the Captain wore a scarlet corset that accented her form nicely, in Will's opinion. But usually, when he said that, he got shot.

She also had her pair of tan pants, but many would believe them to be a small pair of trousers due to most of it being covered by her black thigh-high boots. She usually wore black leather gloves, but Will couldn't see them at the moment, leading him to believe they were in her pocket. The most prominent thing of the Captain that she refused to give up was her hat. A black tri corner hat with red trim. If it had just been that, it wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but the hat held three very large, very noticeable white feathers with red tips.

Miss Laura, the First Mate, got the worst of the deal, in Will's opinion. She usually only cared for light and loose clothing but had herself a good supply for a fresh air of change every few days. Now, she was limited to one white button-up shirt that she tied together in front of her, baring her midriff and showing an ample supply of cleavage. Below that she wore a black skirt that fell down to her ankles.

There were three things she was never seen without. The first was her pair of black high-heeled boots. Considering them an exceptional luxury in her words. The second is a black leather wide brimmed hat. The left side of the brim of the hat was attached to the hat. And finally was her one trinket. A golden medallion that, to most, would be a simple gold coin. Many would pay no head to what was on the coin rather than if it was indeed gold. On its brilliant face was the form of a mermaid. One thing that Will could enjoy about the coin was that the chain descended into Miss Laura's bodice, and her choice of clothing gave him a great excuse to stare.

Looking away from the two he descended into the hold to prepare their food. He couldn't definitely judge the time but guessed it around a half hour when Will heard Captain Frey call from above.

"Land Ho."

Within a few moments he could hear footsteps descending down the stairs and was met with Miss Laura. Noticing the preparation of food, she beamed him with a large smile before pointing upward.

"The Captain found a small island and is head'n for it now. It looks to have a small group of trees on it. She wants us to make a berth and spend some time there. We just left port so the supplies are good. I'm guessing she wants an excuse to drink."

Will nodded remembering the last time the Captain worked the helm drunk. The humiliation alone turned her away from drinking while unanchored.

"I'll get the food finished then. We should be there by that time, and everyone can enjoy some food with their Rum."

Looking over the fixings Will was working with, Miss Laura bent over to give it a quick sniff. Doing so, though, caused Will to get an eyeful inside her shirt. Quickly looking down at the food to keep her from accusing anything and shooting him, he absently stared at the food.

"To you liking Miss Laura?"

Nodding her head, causing a noticeable bounce, and to Will and hopefully unnoticeable tightness.

"Smells great as usual. But you know the Captain and I are willing to cook as well. You don't have to do this all the time."

Giving a light shrug, Will tried hard to focus on the food. "We got enough rats at port making comments of you two belonging in a kitchen cooking. Doing this makes me feel like I'm proving them wrong. Plus are you trying to say you don't like my cooking?"

Giving Miss Laura a sly arch of his brow, one side of his mouth curled into a smirk. Shaking her head, Miss Laura's brows rose as her eyes widened.

"No, no, no, I wasn't saying that. Just trying to be nice Ya' know." Giving a small chuckle, Will nodded and turned back to the food. "Just foolin' ya'. Go on up and enjoy the sun; I'll have the food ready in time for the drinking."

True enough to his word, as the ship shuddered and slowed to a stop from the Anchor, Will appeared from the hold, bringing a pot of stew and a barrel of Rum. He placed the two in the readied longboat and waited for the Captain to go over her usual ritual before heading ashore. She checked the rigging and the Anchor's chain before making a small lap over the deck. She claimed it was a habit, but Will didn't see it as anything more than something to tease her about.

The three convened at the longboat, and it was there where Will proved why he was the dedicated deckhand. Standing at six feet and one inch tall, he was almost a whole foot taller than the Captain, at five feet, four inches, and nearly a half foot over the First Mate, at five feet, seven inches. Using his height, he could maneuver the longboat up and over the side alone, even with the other two inside. Once it reached the water below he regathered the rope and made his way to the ladder off the side. Climbing down he found the two waiting as they always did and helped him into the boat. Will rowed them to the small isle, and while the two unloaded the dingy, he pulled it further on shore to keep the tide from pulling it out.

As the girl's collected firewood, Will set up the fire pit and positioned everything around the deemed hole. It wasn't long before they returned with ample wood for a roaring fire. By the time the fire was lit and the appropriate size, the sun had set, leaving the three in darkness on the island with naught but food and alcohol. Passing around each one's bowl and tankard, Will took a seat on Miss Laura's left with the Captain on her right. The two girls laughed and drank as Will thought more about the two.

He remembered how many mistook them for siblings due to their brown hair. While Will's was kept short the girls had should blade length hair. Although the Captain liked to tie hers back with a black cloth, and Miss Laura's had a reddish tint. Granted one look at their eyes shattered any thoughts of them being related. Will's eyes were grayish with a blue hue, while Miss Laura's were a very greenish blue. The Captain had simple brown eyes that could deceive yet at the same moment pierce one's soul. Then his eyes began to drink in their forms. The Captain was smaller than the First Mate but not by much. Both had very voluptuous bodies, but the First Mate had slightly larger bosoms. Granted ether pairs could be used to suffocate a man, in Will's silent opinion.

Hearing the clearing of a throat, Will quickly looked up to see the Captain and Miss Laura watching him. Both showed signs of passing the buzzed state into being fully drunk. Letting out a sigh, the Captain raised her pistol and cocked the trigger.

"Bad boy. What did I say about staring like that?"

Before Will could utter a word, the sound of gunfire split the night, and the crewman was knocked back off his log into the sand. There was silence for a moment before Will let out a pained moan.

"Ow."

The Captain and First Mate broke into howling laughter as he picked himself up and sat back down on the log. Miraculously, no wound could be seen on his body. Rubbing his neck, Will gave the Captain a scowl.

"At least you shot me in the neck. I only have one shirt now. I don't want to have to deal with gunshot holes from you."

Wiping a tear away, the Captain tried to calm her laughing. "That's what you get for such lecherous staring." Will was ready to retort before the Captain continued. "Aah, I'm drunk. I think this food and Rum needs a couple of stories. Got the fire for it. How 'bout it? You two up for telling stories?"

Will continued to scowl at the Captain while rubbing his neck. Miss Laura crossed her arms and tilted her head. "What kind of stories?"

Captain Frey gave her a large grin after pondering for a moment. "I know. How about stories of what everyone did before joining the ship."

Miss Laura gave the Captain a confused look and scratched the side of her head. "But don't we already know that about each other?"

Waving her off, the Captain gave a shrug. "Doesn't make them any less entertaining."

Miss Laura nodded in agreement, and the two looked to Will. Giving them both a scowl, he pointed a finger to enunciate his point.

"Fine, but since you shot me, I am not going first." Pouting slightly, Captain Frey was about to speak, but Miss Laura stopped her. "I don't mind going first."

The Captain and Will leaned in, knowing what she was going to say but still interested. Laura chuckled at their actions and began the story.

"Well, as you both know, I am a Mermaid. I was brought up many leagues from here in a large cove filled to the brim with mermaids like me. We pretty much spent all of our time either out swimming or raiding human ships for man and food." Will couldn't help but open his mouth. "Isn't that the same for some mermaids?" Laura released a sigh and nodded.

"Yes, but I can honestly say I have never eaten a man. But back on track. It was during one of our raids that I was introduced to your world, beyond captured men and sunken ships. Apparently, the people had become aware of us and tried to catch us. Not knowing the imminent danger I was one of those caught. I remember traveling around a lot before an accident in which the tank broke, and people around found out I had real legs. It was about that time that those who caught me realized that without my tail, I was like a regular human woman and tried to take me. Luckily, that was when you two came along. I don't know why there was an explosion in the street, but it distracted them, broke the windows, and let you two in. Then our crazy adventures started."

Looking at Will, Miss Laura gave him a small smile. "Now, will you tell your story?" Throwing his head back with an over-exaggerated sigh, Will agreed.

"Alright, it's no secret that I am not a normal person. I can get shot with the shells passing right through me; granted, it still hurts. Guess you can say it started all the back as a kid with my family back on a small farm. Father had passed on and left it to me, my mother, and my grandmother. It was from them that I learned how to patch people up and cook. Putting that together with the shooting skills my father had given me, I was a bit of an open target. I was in the port during a pirate raid, and when everything was sacked, they brought all the male survivors up and asked for their skills. Those that didn't meet their standards were killed. Seems I had just enough to make the crew."

"I was drug around the Caribbean, cooking and fixing wounds until we came across a Mayan treasure that had cursed us. Even just taking one coin was enough to incite the full wrath of the curse. Anything we ate didn't fill us, and no drink would satisfy our thirst. We couldn't die though. We could take anything thrown at us, and while it hurts horrendously, we will survive. After the curse took full effect, we all worked tirelessly to get rid of it. As you can imagine, being a doctor and cook on a ship of sailors who didn't need food or healing had me end up being a chore tender. Picking up the slack for others."

"After about a year of searching, we finally found a way to cure ourselves. Granted, it was also that time that I decided that the crew had done too much bad to try for redemption. When the curse was lifted, I poisoned the feast they forced me to make. Course, now that I know how to break the curse, I returned to it to try to get some redemption. But I'm also not ignorant. I have long since hid the cursed treasure in a place I will never forget, and I have a carved explanation of how to be rid of the curse, just in case."

Giving Will a big hug and forcing his head between her breasts for the entirety of it, Miss Laura shook him back and forth. "Such a sad story!"

Finally able to push himself back Will gasped for air and moved his log a bit further away from Miss Laura. Captain Frey chuckled at the two's antics before crossing her legs. "My turn then."

"I was literally born on the Raider and raised there my entire life. Dad was the First Mate, while Mom was the Captain. However, if anyone who wasn't on the crew asked, they would say otherwise. Besides being raised to be a pirate, there isn't really nothing special. My dad died during a skirmish with the Spanish navy, and Mom passed away from disease. The only real notable thing was a long time ago when both were alive. They had taken me to a secret city called shipwreck cove. There I met these guys called the pirate lords, and some guy named Captain Teague. The place was amazing; it looked as if it was actually built from shipwrecks, and at night, when the lanterns are all lit, it's like a massive bonfire."

Miss Laura and Will smiled at the pure wonder and awe that could be heard in the Captain's voice.

Captain Frey stood up for some reason, and her drunkenness showed itself. Stumbling for a moment, she started to tip over. Being quick to react, Will was over and catching the falling Captain. She stared mindlessly up at the stars, paying no heed to the other two. Will could see her state and figured Miss Laura was there with her. He carried the Captain to the long boat and set her inside. Helping Miss Laura to the boat as well, he had to make a third trip for their belongings, ignoring the fire.

With everything onboard, he pushed the boat back into the waves and rowed them back to the Raider. The moonlight gave them enough to see. Climbing the ladder, he dropped down the rope so Miss Laura could tie it to the longboat. After three quick tugs, Will began to pull on the rope, lifting the Captain and First Mate up.

Once the dingy was up and over the railing, he maneuvered them over the Raider's deck and lowered them. Tying the rope down, Will assisted Miss Laura in getting out of the boat, and the Captain, having become attentive again, was able to get out on her own. As the Captain unloaded the long boat, Will made a quick lap on the deck and, in the hold, lit the many lanterns. Once there was sufficient light, he returned to help Miss Laura get down into the hold into her private quarters.

Reaching the walled-off portion that had once been a storage room, the two enter Miss Laura's quarters due to the lack of crew using the extra space to store cargo. Will made a note that, if anything, it was far better than his. But compared to a simple hammock in the open, anything was better. Miss Laura stumbled into Will, causing her bountiful breasts to push into him as well as her shirt to catch on a button of his overcoat.

When she pulled back, the tie came loose, and her breasts came free. Will's and Captain Frey's faces instantly reddened, but Miss Laura, in her drunken stupor, didn't notice. The two received eyefuls of her flesh as she sat down on her cot and laid back on her back. His brain made a permanent image of her quarter-sized brown nipples. Finally, Captain Frey gave him the distraction he needed to look away. She leaned into him, drawing Will's attention, and pointed towards the deck.

"Alright, alright. Time for bed. My legs aren't capable of taking me to my room. Carry me up."

Using all his restraint and focus to walk away from such a sight, Will knelt down so that the Captain could get onto his back. Once she was secure, he began his trek out of the room and up the stairs. During this, he noticed that his hands were planted on the Captain's rear end. Unconsciously, he began to grope and knead her rear the rest of the trek to her room, not stopping until finally reaching her door. Captain Frey gave him an odd look and poked him in the chest.

"Watch it, Will. You aren't getting any tonight."

With that, she disappeared into her room, leaving Will on the long journey to his hammock with his thoughts on the two. Finding his way to his own space, Will flopped into the hammock and let the rocking of the boat pull his mind momentarily and get him some sleep.

The next day, Will was unsurprisingly the first one active. Not awake mind you, for the Captain had been moaning in her bed all morning, but openly walking the ship. Captain Frey and Miss Laura were both under the influence of hard hangovers. He didn't expect anything different, seeing as they drank the same amount of Rum that it would take to satisfy ten normal men. Will had already worked to alleviate them of their pains. Using special herbs with boiling water, he was able to make a remedy. Filling two tankards.

Will first ascended the stairs for the Captain. Knowing she couldn't open the door, he casually walked right inside. One thing he knew to be careful of from this situation was that the Captain preferred to sleep in the nude, and the last time he saw anything, he was dragged behind the ship. Being very mindful of his eyes, Will prodded his Captain and received a groan or a growl. He couldn't tell which.

But she seemed to realize it was Will, and the only time he ever entered her room was for problems like these. Rolling onto her side, she gave her windows, cracking light here and there, a grim look, and took a tankard. She nursed it to her lips and began to take small sips. Will nodded silently and left the Captain to the tankard. Leaving the room and closing the door behind him, Will descended the stairs to make for Miss Laura's room.

Upon entering, he was met with an interesting sight. Miss Laura hadn't moved an inch in the night and was laid out on her back with her breasts out for all to see. He guessed that there was a slight chill because its effect on Miss Laura was plain to see, and it didn't help his situation any. Setting the tankard down on the one piece of furniture, a desk always covered with charts, and found her blanket, discarded on the floor.

Will covered her up as she woke and gave him a half-hearted expression. One that looked like she was trying to be intimidating with him in her room but was unable to due to the hangover. Shaking his head, Will retrieved the tankard and helped Miss Laura sit up. Handing her the tankard, she took a small sip and used it to moisten the dryness. Clearing her throat but finding that sound to be painful, she looked at Will with a stern expression. Her voice was small, more than likely trying not to hurt herself.

"Why were ya' messing with my blanket."

Not really able to find a suitable lie, Will decided to go for the truth.

"When we were helping you to your room, you stumbled into me, and your bosoms came out. Ignoring that, you just laid back and fell asleep. Nothing happened, I can assure you; the Captain required to be carried back to her room. Don't believe me. Ask her."

Noticing Miss Laura's quick attempt at standing up, Will couldn't help but admire her determination. As much as he hated how little she trusted him. He put a hand on Miss Laura's shoulder to get her attention.

"Why not do so after drinking the medicine."

Miss Laura was glaring daggers but relented and continued to sip her tankard. Deciding it was best to leave, Will made his escape above deck.

On deck, he found that he was starting to lose his level head. Lust was not something his curse restricted, and like any normal man, if thrown into his situation, there was only so much one could take. Taking a deep breath of sea air, Will tried to calm his thoughts, to little avail. Feeling he should check on the Captain, he calmly opened her door and froze. Standing in the middle of the room was a half-dressed Captain facing him with her corset in her hands. Captain Frey straightened out and put her hands on her hips.

"Are you going to stand there with the door open, letting in the breeze, or are you coming in?"

Will's mind didn't register that it wasn't a death threat. He quickly entered and closed the door. His eyes flicked around the room, and he found the empty tankard. Focusing back on the Captain, Will noticed that the breeze had reached her, and quietly was glad of his height to protect his eyes from being poked out. The Captain turned away from Will and opened her curtains to let in the light. She squinted for a moment, letting her eyes adjust before returning her attention back to Will.

"The medicine was fast-acting as usual."

Will nodded absent-mindedly now that the Captain's breasts were out in the light. With the light shining, Will was now able to see her only tattoo. One that he had been curious about for a time. To everyone else, she had a dark green cobra of tribal design popping out between her breasts, but before his eyes, he could see that there was more underneath. The serpent's body coiled around each breast, hidden by her clothes. Hearing her giggle caught his attention, and he forced himself to focus on what she was saying. It caught him off guard, seeing that she had closed the gap between them and beamed him with a smile he had not yet seen in his time with her.

"Seems like you are doing a lot on this vessel."

Before Will could speak, the Captain continued. "Took you a bit for granted I did, but since we left port I have been thinking. You cook for us, clean everything, heal our wounds, and cure all illnesses. On top of that, you do all the heavy lifting around here. I feel that you deserve a reward. A boon from me to you."

Before Will could try to babble anything, The Captain's mouth was pressed against his as she pushed him back onto the bed.

As the Captain assaulted his mouth with her tongue, Will absent-mindedly lifted his hands and gently cupped her breasts. The Captain straddled Will and bit his lower lip. Will recoiled, pulling his hands back.

"Ow. That hurt Cap'n."

Captain Frey pouted and sat up with her hands resting on his stomach.

"You can call me by my name, you know. Plus, just because you don't like being roughed up doesn't mean I don't."

Raising a brow, Will gave the Captain a smirk. He raised one arm and, pulled her back down into a forced kiss and began to bite her lower lip. With his free hand, he lifted to her left breast. Kneading and grouping the globe of flesh, he found his way to her brown nipple, larger than a quarter, and pinched it between his fingers. That had seemed to set Kaylar off. Her hands fumbled on his belt for a time before almost tearing it away and ripping open his pants. His member was instantly out, and she began to stroke him roughly. Will closed his eyes at the sensation but didn't stop his actions.

It wasn't until her hands left his cock that he reopened them. Glancing down, he could see her working her boots off and shimmying out of her pants. The next sensation to come almost made him believe it was all a dream. Kaylar began to grind her wet mound against his member. The force she did so surprised him that she didn't slide off. Her juices coated his cock and made it slick. Finally breaking the kiss, Kaylar looked down at Will's member. She was excited at its size alone. It was eight and a half inches, not catching her eye, but its three-inch girth caused all manner of thoughts to go through her head. Looking back to Will, she smirked before sitting back up.

Positioning Will's member at her entrance, Kaylar began to slowly lower herself down on his wide member. Her face took the look of concentration with that of immense pleasure. She had to stop a couple of times to let herself adjust to being spread so wide. Will's body was trying to close his eyes to enjoy the feeling, but he wouldn't allow himself to miss the sight in front of him. Kaylar let out a sigh as she was finally able to take him in fully. Kaylar put her hands on Will's waist and began to lift herself from Will's cock. Before she reached the head, she let her body drop back down.

Burying Will's member deep inside her. He let out a groan that fueled Kaylar's bounces. She began to move faster up and down his member, with her breasts bouncing in front of Will's face. Not able to hold still any longer, he placed his hands on Kaylar's hips, pulling her down roughly and meeting her bounces with his thrusts. The new actions caused her breasts to move more in front of him. Leaning forward, Will took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked roughly. His actions earned him a moan from the Captain.

Pushing his luck, he caught her nipple with his teeth and pulled back until the nipple popped free. This earned more moans from the Captain. Unable to hold out any longer, Kaylar bit down on Will's shoulder to keep from making noises as she reached the peak of her climax. Will laid back on the bed as Kaylar basked in her glow. It took a few moments for her to recollect herself. Looking down at Will, her smile faded at the appearance of his smirk.

In a flash of movement, the two had switched positions. Kaylar's face was pressed down into her pillow while her ass was propped in the air. Will was behind her with a firm grip on her hips. Kaylar's muffled voice was heard, but he didn't get to say much before Will slid himself in from behind. Her moan was loud enough to hear through the pillow.

A sadistic side grew in the cursed pirate, and he began to thrust roughly into her waiting, wet core. Pulling back to the tip just to ram it back into her gushing pussy. Using his firm grip, he pulls her back with every thrust. His member slid swiftly between her moist lips, gaining speed with each thrust. Will could feel himself getting close but tried to concentrate and make it last. The sound of Kaylar's muffled grunts and moans filled the cabin, as did the wet slapping of their bodies. Finally, Will could no longer hold back. He buried himself as deep as he could go before pouring his seed into Kaylar.

The two panted loudly for a few moments as they regained their senses. Will heard Kaylar say something, but the pillow still muffled her. He leaned forward to try and hear better but was quickly knocked off the bed by a very upset Kaylar. Will slid to the other side of the room, hastily putting his member away and buckling his belt. Kaylar rolled off her bed and stood over Will with a face filled with annoyance.

"I said, did you just cum inside of me."

Will gave a nervous smile before nodding slowly. "Yes."

Kaylar crossed her arms under her breasts and glared down at him.

"And you thought that was a good idea. Why?"

Will sighed, realizing the issue, granted his manner of taking the situation made Kaylar feel he wasn't taking it seriously. "Answer me!" Will calmly stood up and put his hands on Kaylar's shoulders.

"You don't have to worry. The curse makes me infertile. You don't have anything to worry about."

Kaylar deflated at the information, but still leered at Will. Finally, she dropped her arms to the side and sighed.

"Fine just get out. I have charts to look at, so go do your chores."

Will nodded and turned to leave. Before he could get fully out the door, Kaylar called out.

"One more thing. I'm still your Captain. Remember that."

Will smiled and nodded before closing the door behind him.

Walking onto the deck and enjoying the feeling of the sun's rays upon him. His thoughts turned to Miss Laura; he had yet to check if the medicine was taken. Descending the stairs until he reached her room, Will silently crept inside. There, he found Miss Laura asleep again with the empty tankard by her side.

He walked over to retrieve her tankard when he heard her shifting in her bed. Looking up, Will noticed that Miss Laura was now sitting up with her legs hanging off the side of her cot. He also noticed that she seemed to forget her breasts were out, for she hadn't closed her shirt, nor was she trying to cover up. Will tried not to alarm her and ignore the two marvelous globes of flesh.

"Feeling better Miss Laura?"

Not noticing his discomfort, Laura smiled sweetly before speaking.

"The headache is gone and I don't feel like I'm going to vomit. All in all, a great job, Will."

Laura stood up and pressed herself against Will in a hug. That had broke his resistance and his little pirate made itself known, poking into Laura's stomach. Laura gave Will a confused expression, looking up at the crewman. Gazing into her greenish-blue eyes, Will tried to push himself back.

"Sorry Miss Laura. Just a reaction."

Before Will could leave, Laura grabbed his shirt and stopped him. "I can deal with that for you."

Turning slowly, Will raised a brow towards the First Mate. "Are you sure?"

Laura beamed him a large smile while nodding, causing her free breasts to bounce. "I don't mind. We only stopped long enough to get supplies and for the Captain to lose most of our things gambling. Didn't have enough time to search for pleasure."

Will gave her a small smile before stepping closer. "You know I have been on the ship the entire time."

Laura shrugged and shifted her weight to her other foot. "Didn't know you were interested."

Will scoffed before closing the space between them. "Okay, that's it."

Within a moment, Laura was pinned against a wall with her hands over her head. Will was busy with his head next to her neck. His teeth teased and bit the sensitive flesh as he pressed himself against her. Pulling back to face her, Will gave her a half-lidded, lusty expression.

"Last chance to say no."

Laura returned the expression and shook her head. Will returned to biting and nibbling her neck. Trailing small nips from under her chin to the other side of her neck. Laura let out small coos and mews, reinforcing his need to leave no bit of flesh untouched.

Finally unable to hold on any longer, Laura leaned forward and whispered into Will's ear. "If you want to play it that way." Within a flash, the two had switched, with Laura pinning Will down. She gave him a sly grin at his bewilderment before he was able to clear his head and switch them back. Laura continued to smile as she unbuckled Will's belt.

"Think you can handle it?"

Will lifted Laura's skirt up to her hips, marveling at her bare womanhood. Pressing himself into her, he slowly slid his wide member into Laura's cunt. She let out a low moan as her legs lifted to hook around Will. Hooking her legs together caused Will to be buried deep inside of her quickly. She released another low moan as her body adjusted to the size. The sadistic side of Will returned as he pulled out to thrust back into Laura. Each thrust pushed her body back into the wall. As Will began a rhythm with his thrust, Laura matched each with a moan.

Lowering his hand to grip her ass, Will kneaded the flesh roughly as he began to quicken his thrusts. He latched his teeth into her neck and bit down as he broke the rhythm and bucked wildly. Laura's short moans devolved into one long sound, emphasized with grunts with each thrust. Finally, unable to hold on, Laura reached out and gripped the back of Will's shirt tightly, her body tensed. Her cunt clamping around his cock, pushing himself over the edge and spilling his seed inside of her.

The two took long, deep breaths as their bodies returned from their climax, and their senses took control. Will's softening member retracted from Laura's now well-exhausted pussy and hung loosely. Carrying the mermaid over to her cot, Will noticed the worried expression on her face. He gave her a small smile as he set her down and patted her shoulder.

"I know what you're worried about. Don't worry; as long as I am cursed, I can't have kids. You're safe."

Laura seemed to look relieved as Will made his way toward the door. His hands lowered to put himself away and buckle his belt. As he opened the door, Will gave Laura a big grin.

"Now, when you're ready, the Captain will want you on the mid-deck. She wants to plan out our next location." Laura nodded as Will closed the door.