#sopping wet beast of a ship pulled me back in

[elasticitymudflap]

oh man i remember the discourse back in the day about the phrasing in 'betty' re: "i forgive you for leaving me" & how it was fucked up of simon to say that and like... i dunno. given all we've seen about the two of them since then, the world-bending lengths they would go to in order rescue the other and be together—DIE together, i kind of feel like it was less of a presumptuous thing and, like, maybe just him knowing her well enough that he was afraid of driving her crazy with guilt? y'know after popping in and being like "yeah here's where you left me and i was messed up about it for a thousand years... ... ... anyway love you bye!"

i kind of read the whole interaction now as two people who were deeply bonded, not just romantically, having to suddenly and unexpectedly deal with the concept of that bond being broken. i think he was afraid of leaving her with the same guilt that he's lived with about supposedly driving her away by circumventing it, and telling her it was okay for her to move on, live her life, and leave him, because he'd want her to.

and she said "no :)" and proceeded to fuck the fabric of reality up like the queen she is

[rottingformerfirstmate]

Confessed with Lucius and Izzy

Spiritual successor to (this), but is mostly stand-alone. All you need to know is that Jim fell overboard in a storm, Izzy rescued them, and both had to be pulled back onto the boat. //

After the sunrise comes, chasing away the evening's storm with clear rays of light through puffy white clouds scattered across the sky, everyone goes for a rest. Edward offers to take the first watch, too wound up to rest, and remains on deck with his leg propped up on a barrel and his red silk robe open over his chest. Lucius leaves him to it almost immediately, returning to his bed below deck and trying to figure out how to strip off his wet clothes without aggravating his poor rope-burned hands, the palms of which are raw, swollen, and bleeding on top of being waterlogged from the rain and spray. Blisters have already formed, some of them already popped, and without the adrenaline rush to carry him through the danger, it really hurts.

He's about to go get Pete from the Galley, where he's stopped for a quick breakfast, when a soft knock gets his attention. "Come in," Lucius says, not bothering to turn to look. Whoever it is, maybe they'll help. The door opens slowly and shuts softly. Before he can look, Izzy speaks.

"You shouldn't have dropped the fucking sails for me. Blackbeard could've gotten me close enough to leg up the ship."

Lucius thinks about the strain in Edward and the Swede's muscles, especially after they'd needed Olu's help to pull up Jim first from the tempesting sea. If he hadn't helped, hopefully someone would have, but maybe it would have been too late, then.

"Didn't you scream at Stede once about how the perfect ship isn't worth shit without a good crew to run it??" Lucius counters.

Izzy doesn't say anything in response. Instead, he rounds the room to stand in front of Lucius, revealing a small sack in his hands. "I'm helping you with your burns, even if they serve you fucking right. Do you need help getting dry, first?"

Even with such sour words, there's softness in Izzy's tone, and so Lucius nods. With an almost painfully gentle touch, Izzy peels away soaked layers of cloth, letting them plop to the floor in a sad, sopping heap. His small clothes are soaked too, but Izzy doesn't acknowledge the ways it's different, to strip away this. He simply helps Lucius step out of them the way he did his trousers, and grabs the towel Roach brought from the corner of the bed to help him dry off. It's vigorous and efficient, but careful, and when he's satisfied that Lucius is dry, Izzy nudges him toward the bed and wraps a sheet around him.

"Now give me your hands."

"No foreplay with you, is there?" Lucius deadpans.

A ghost of a smile flits across Izzy's face before vanishing. "Don't be an idiot. This is serious."

He attends the task of caring for Lucius with every ounce of levity that his words implied. Izzy is tender but firm where he touches him, mindful of the pain of too much pressure on his damaged palms when he rubs a soothing balm that smells like menthol into the angry flesh.

"It's supposed to be for burns," Izzy says. It doesn't shatter the silence, merely envelopes it and only lets it out in the spaces between syllables. "But it's really damn good for them, and it works on a lot of things. At the very least, it'll help with the pain."

"Feels better already."

And it does, but the cooling pain is only half-responsible for how much more relaxed and at ease Lucius feels. He realized a long time ago that Izzy doesn't genuinely hate them anymore, but it's a different beast entirely to see him risk his life to save Jim and now come here to play nursemaid.

"Why are you here?"

Izzy picks up a roll of gauze, too white for the grungy ship, and begins to wind it around one of Lucius' hands. "Practicality, Mr. Spriggs. You're one of three people on this ship who can read and write, and you proved a little storm won't break you last night. It'd be fucking stupid not to at least make sure you look after your wounds properly."

"But you didn't just come here to make sure I was doing it right," Lucius argues. "You came here to do it yourself. To offer me this really fucking great goop that takes away the pain. Izzy-"

"It's just my duty," Izzy interrupts.

He looks away, and Lucius studies him. Izzy is still a little shaky himself, and while his lips are no longer that frightening blue color, he's still pale beneath a weather-beaten tan.

"Okay."

It's easier not to argue. But Lucius scoots back against the wall, making space in his bed for a second body, and looks at Izzy.

"Stay? I've been to your cabin, and it's really drafty in there. You should really get a carpet or something."

"Piss off."

But Izzy still joins Lucius in bed and makes sure his sheet is secure around him before drawing the wool blanket over them both.

[metalotaku-da]

MerMay Shance

Prompts stolen from @justshance. all pieces are up for grabs if anyone wants to take them further or rework them.

3. Turning tides

“Land ahoy!” heard across the deck of the pirate ship from the crows nest. The high stress hussle and bussle on deck slowing just enough to look out to the horizon before most going back to preparing for the coming battle. A few keeping a sharp eye on the empires armada under commander sendak, that was on their tail and gaining. The ship having already taking some damage to it’s sails from a storm before the dreaded armada had come up on them. One deck hand however was frozen at the sight of the island.

“Captain there must be a mistake, that’s the black cove!” the pirate yelled out to his captain, drawing a few more eyes to the approaching island. It’s large and protective cove a blue so dark it appeared black. Small rocky outcroppings leading from the edge of the tight crescent moon shape, like the teeth of a beast waiting to clamp down on it’s prey.

“No mistake. We just have to make it to the cove before empire.” Lance shouted back from the wheel.

The deck became engulfed in shouting. “Are you daft?”

“The isle of monsters will be the death of us.”

“Sendak will feed all of us to Davy Jones or the creatures will.”

“We will be trapped in the cove.”

“Everyone calm down. I've been here before or have you lot forgotten who your caption is.” Lance said snuggly grin growing the closer they get to the darkened water.

“Trust in the great caption Lancion conquer of the sea, and defeater of Davy Jones, here at this very spot.” Hunk spouted cheerily from the lower deck.

“Now is not the time for fisherman's tails Hunk.” A member of the screw scowled at him.

“They are far from fisherman's tails I assure you.” Lance crowded back with a victorious laugh as the reached the first out cropping. “Trust me. We will not only survive this battle but rain victorious. The sea is only full of friends here.” He turned to his first mate. “Allura take the wheel. Hunk get below. Once we reach the center turn hard to Port. All Guns ready to Port.” Lance shouted. Hunk shouting the command to those below deck.

Sendai ships would come up on them quick once they reached the interior of the cove.

“And what will you be doing oh mighty caption.” A new recruit hissed as Lance ran past all hands on deck to the bowsprit.

“Calling for aid!” He shouted back before grabbing tight to the rope attached before pulling a necklace from his shirt. A soft glow coming from a heart shaped clam shell as the charm. He brought the necklace gently to his lips for a warm kiss closing his eyes as he whispered to it. “I returned my love. Just as I promised. But I need your aid once more.” He let go of the necklace to drop into the blackened sea water just as allura pitched the ship as directed. He held on for dear life not to be thrown. Once the port side came about to face the three empire ships. The lead one turning to face at her guns. Once most of her broad side faced their own he shouted. “Fire the cannons!” Hunk repeating him to those below. The 4 guns firing nearly as one. “Continue firing till she meets Davy Jones. Prepare the starboard cannons!” The two flagships started a slow circle to surround the pirate ship on all sides. A shot from the lead ship struck the base of the bowsprit sending Lance falling into the sea below. Allura and hunk both shouted out to their friend. Several crew yelling man overboard. But with all the fighting and heavy smoke from the enemy ship. None could move to their captains aid. Fearing him lost to Davy Jones locker, when he didn't resurface. That was even thought more so when two dark shadows appeared in the water behind the enemies two flag ships. One nearing the size of the smallest ship the other larger than even sendak's lead ship. Waves surging up above them as they rose out of the water to reveal two faint leviathans of the deep. Mers, the smallest in shades of red purple and black with wicked teeth and claws with a stone blade the length of the main mast. Which it brought down on a flagship. The even larger creature in purple and black hues missing an arm a scared stump where it once was, brought it's clawed hand down on the flag ship tilting and dumping it's too deck crew mostly into the sea. On his shoulder sopping wet with a bright grin and sword drawn was there captain Lance.

“Perfect timing love.” Lance placed a kiss to the mers cheek. “Mind dropping me off on that far ship over there and giving my girl a nudge. I think it's time to end this.”

The mer gave the captain a kiss of his own before picking him up in his hand to place gently down upon his own ship.

“Love no the other ship.” Lance huffed pointing at sendak's ship.

“Dangerous no. Safe. Sink.”

“I can fight.”

“food.” The red mer said. Looking to Lance's mate.

“Feast.” The one arm mer said before turning his sights on the last empire ship.

[ingloriousfanfics-blog]

All Smiles - Ch 1

SHIP: link x sidon / sidlink WORD COUNT: 2,785 RATING: E for everyone... for now ;) FANDOM: the legend of zelda: breath of the wild ONE-SHOT/MULTICHAPTERED: this is CHAPTER ONE, of an unknown number of chapters!

SUMMARY: inspired by my own playthrough/painful journey up to zora’s domain, in which link finds prince sidon to be incredibly obnoxious... at first! journeying to the zora’s domain in order to battle with the divine beast ruta, link’s injuries from the monsters speckling the path there result in him spending more time getting to know sidon than fighting ruta. this story WILL feature smut at some point, so be mindful of reading future chapters & whether or not they are nsfw tagged! anywho, happy reading! :D enjoy my work? help support me by buying me a ko-fi so i can keep on writing!

“You can make it, Link! I believe in you!” Clothes soaked through with blood and rain water alike, feet heavy, and eyes weighted from having been unable to sleep lest having a monster creep up, Link glowered down the bridge at the smiling Zora. ”Hm.” ”I’ll see you a little further down the river! There are some more monsters up ahead, but you will do fantastically, Link! I know this!” ”… Hm.” A short wave of the hand (dismissive, truly, in nature, without much of the friendliness that the Prince’s bore) he watched Sidon give his trademark smile, flipping back into the water and vanishing downstream. It had been completely his own fault for taking up the Prince, out of pity, really, when requesting his assistance at the Zora’s Domain. He hadn’t thought much of the distance, believing he could take his stallion with him, who stamped and shuddered in the rain.

 Sidon’s sheepish stare, after Link vowing to join him in Zora’s Domain and already being bound to his word, that revealed exactly how difficult the journey would be.

 Lizalfos stationed at every half mile, the cliffsides too slick from the unending rain to clamber up, and the path too treacherous for Ander, his horse, to navigate without break a leg. And thus he had begrudgingly sent Ander back off the closest stable so in the very least one of them could go without getting hypothermia, and donning the Sheikah clothes purchased in Kakariko, he set off with the goal of being as quiet as possible---and hopefully not being killed.

 And now, there Link stood, sopping wet and kept alive only by the mushrooms stashed away in his pouches, absently watching Sidon swim away. Idly did he wonder if the fogginess in his mind was from being sleep deprived, the blood loss, or a mixture of both. Gazing up the path ahead, and seeing an encampment of three Lizalfos, cozied up by a fire and out of the rain, he gave a low sigh, and reached for another mushroom.

  “Ah, Link! You made it!” Sidon’s smile was broad and showed off every sharp tooth lined up in his mouth, unflinching in the face of Link breathing hard. Perhaps Link had seen a tiny flicker of pity, maybe even guilt, in those bright yellow eyes as he tucked away his paraglider after having soared the last mile from the cliffside. It had been a merciful break from slashing and hacking his way through monster after monster, his life hanging on a thread at every moment.

 “Come, come. I wish for you to meet my father, but you clearly need to rest. Your resilience is truly admirable, Link!” ”Hm.” A low grunt was his only response, too weary to put the brain power into forming words and sending them down to be formed by his lips, only capable of mustering up a sigh when Sidon’s hands (surprisingly warm, he had always thought a zora would be as cold as the fish he would snag out of the rivers he had trekked along) clasped around his forearm. Sparing a quick glance around the Zora’s Domain, also victim to the endless rains, he observed the chattering zoras that gazed in his direction, and the next time he blinked, the world went dark.

  ”… Li… Link… Link!” ”Gah!” He had slept too long, they had finally gotten him, he couldn’t die now---

 “Link, Link, it’s okay! You’re okay!” With a slow blink, looking down at his hands, Link felt himself grow pale when seeing the sharp edge of a Lizalfos boomerang brushing against the damp underside of Sidon’s throat. Gentle hands clasped at his wrists, the sharp nails that could have so easily torn into them mindful of keeping away. ”You’re alright,” Sidon continued to soothe, and Link jerkishly glanced to settle his eyes upon Sidon’s face, rather than where he had kept his weapon. ”I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have startled you. As a man who has endured the same paranoia of monsters creeping up in my sleep, I should have known.” The blade’s edge was withdrawn, and with it, Sidon released a relieved sigh. ”Thank you.” ”Sorry.” Link’s eyes were downturned, voice a mumble as he slowly heaved himself up, and surveyed his surroundings.

 The room was washed in a soft blue, crafted from the same glimmering stone as the exterior of Zora’s Domain---or what he had seen of it before passing out, that is. A curved archway gave him view of the outside, but it was otherwise rather private, with curtains available to conceal the inside. The entirety of the room seemed rather luxurious, considerably spacious with a bed and desk, crafted out of materials Link had never seen, likely so that they did not become ruined from the water. Looking around further, absorbing every intricate detail, Sidon finally seemed to notice Link’s observant stare after a moment spent massaging his neck. ”Ah, that’s right! I was going to take you to the inn, but you had, ah…” Sidon rubbed at the back of his neck, sitting himself up. Noticing the faint red marks from where the blade had pressed against his neck, Link glanced back away, guilt causing his stomach to knot. ”Passed out. I did not wish to leave you alone, and so I had taken you to my private quarters. You’ll have to pardon the mess,” And quickly did he get up, offering him an embarrassed smile as he swept up some papers and tucked them into a desk drawer, “It isn’t often I bring esteemed guests in here.” ”I’m sorry for the burden,” Link mumbled, and nearly reached again for his weapon when Sidon jerked forward, grabbing his hands. ”No! I am the burden for asking you to come here, not considering how dangerous of a journey it would have been! No mere Hylian would have been capable of making it.” His expression bore a true hurt before bowing in shame. ”I only wish that I had accompanied you, that way, I could have given you some manner of protection. Rather than my… Particularly shoddy healing.” His eyes trailed to Link’s body, and in turn did Link gaze down as well. His shirt had been removed, leaving nothing but his tights, and the thick bandaging wrapping around his chest and arms. The spot where he had been struck by a shock arrow, right at the junction of his left shoulder and neck, had turned a light shade of red, and when attempting to move the limb, he grimaced. ”I am not much of a healer, like my elder sister, but I like to believe I have handled enough of my own wounds that I can now somewhat take care of others.” Smile soft and somewhat humorous, for a moment did Link think of how it suited his face much better than the obnoxious grin he had given him dozens of times as he had trekked to Zora’s Domain.

 “When you are feeling more rested,” Link didn’t even realize his hands were still held within Sidon’s until he let go, “I must request you to come visit my father and I in the throne room, where we may further discuss having your assistance. But I will not have you be doing anything until your wounds have healed.” Rising from where he had been situated upon his knees (Link was a touch startled by his height, having forgotten how truly tall he was), Sidon dipped into a low bow, and his head turned back up with that obnoxious grin.

 Link immediately grimaced.

 “If you need anything, Bisley, the guard posted outside, will happily assist you.” Sidon stood up proper, gesturing just outside of the archway. ”I have some business to be discussed with my father, but be sure to visit us both soon, Link! We have much to talk about.” Watching him depart, Link waited for Sidon to be fully out of view before slumping onto the bed, reaching for his Sheikah Slate. Holding it above his lap, he squinted, imagining Impa’s face upon it. ”I hope you’re happy,” he muttered to her, and in his mind’s eye, he could see her smile and playfully laugh. ”I will be certain to go to the Gerudo Desert next… At least there, it won’t be so wet.”

  Link slept for most of the day, exhaustion creeping back into his bones after changing his gauze. He hadn’t slept in a proper bed in weeks, dozing off by campfires, or on top of Ander, or one of the other horses he had stabled. In the case that Sidon may forget the last time he had made the mistake of awakening him, he left his boomerang at a distance, where his fumbling, groggy self could not grab it again and do harm.

 By day three of his stay within the Zora’s Domain did he finally emerge from Sidon’s quarters, but not before finding a place to wash away the grit beneath his nails and the hardened blood on his skin. Changing his gauze and redressing in fresh clothes, it was not longer before they became damp upon stepping out, his hair clinging to his wet cheeks. ”Ah, you are awake, Hylian!” Giving a slow blink, Link turned his attention to the guard posted nearby, eyes bright and attentive. ”Prince Sidon had said you had quite serious wounds---I hadn’t thought you would have pulled through. You must be a strong Hylian indeed!” ”…” ”Ah, my manners! That seems to be a little too forward of me to say.” Swearing he had caught the Zora turning red (could Zoras turn red?) in embarrassment, he cleared his throat. ”I am Binsley. If you need anything at all, please, let me know, and I will happily assist you.” Opening his mouth, having a request already in mind, Link’s eyes went wide at his stomach rumbled instead. Bursting out into laughter, Link flushed beneath Binsley’s understanding stare. ”If food is what you need,” He lifted a finned arm, gesturing behind Link. “You will find the mess hall that way.” Nodding a quick, slightly embarrassed thanks, Link was just as quick to turn around and dart out of the rain, shuddering as he ducked beneath an overhang, shaking off some of the water. After a moment to collect his thoughts, and let the rain water drip off his clothes, he meandered in the direction Binsley had pointed him in, taking his time in observing the strange sort of beauty Zora’s Domain held. He was certain he must have visited it before the Great Calamity, for it all bore a slight sense of familiarity that he could not quite put his finger upon. Yet, it remained refreshing and new, the architecture otherworldly and so much different than any Hylian establishment he had visited during his travels. Stepping past a broad pool, smiling down upon the Zora children splashing in the water, nearly did he stumble over himself at the smell of cooked bass.

 Rumbling again, feeling his stomach ache, his step quickened, until coming to a realization.

 Mere feet from the archway leading to the dining area, the smell of food thick in the air despite all of the rain, he reached down to his pockets. None of his pouches were with him, including the wallet kept inside one of his bags. Cursing his own stupidity and forgetfulness, his eagerness to eat rising above all logic of how to get the food to do so, he turned around, having every thought geared towards figuring out where his things had been left. Until his face squished right into a muscled abdomen, freezing up, mind going blank.

 “Oh, ah, Link!” Cursing Hylia for damning him to this situation, Link slowly took an awkward step back, and gazed up to see Prince Sidon, looking equally as embarrassed. ”Guess I should ensure my footsteps are louder next time, huh?” Sidon asked with a sheepish laugh, and Link offered a taut smile in return. ”When I had gone to my quarters and found you gone, Binsley had been quick to inform me you had headed in this direction. I am surprised you are not already stuffing your face with some smoked bass!” Opening his mouth to provide an answer, he shut it, deciding instead actions were stronger than words as his pulled out his pockets, revealing them to be empty. Sidon blinked, realization dawning upon him. Hands settling on his hips, waiting for Sidon apology in being so presumptious, Link gasped when his forearm was seized, hauled off into the dining hall. ”No problem!” Sidon chirruped, throwing a grin back to Link, who blinked in response. “I’ll have it handled!”

  While his hunger was considerable, it was certainly not feast worthy. Or so Link thought, seeing that Sidon had assumed otherwise for him, laying out a grand spread upon one of the tables. From smoked bass glazed with honey and given a sweet nuttiness from acorns, to roasted mushrooms upon boar meat, every inch of the table was covered in a delectable item Link could only imagine in his dreams. However, it was difficult to eat when at the other side of him was a beaming Zora, practically glowing from the excitement of bringing such fanciful meals to him. As he looked at him, Link noted that the way he appeared reminded him much of the dogs who took him to hidden treasures, looking so eager to please.

”Well? Is it not to your tastes?” Glancing between Sidon, and the fork he had been holding for well over a couple of minutes now without digging into a single item, Link cleared his throat, and looked around them. ”Um…” Sidon was something else to handle in himself, but to be surrounded by a multitude of other Zora, completely obvious in their staring (and drooling, as he noted one Zora in particular doing) at their Prince and companion. ”Oh. That makes sense.” Giving a sharp wave and scolding stare, Sidon set his sights upon his people, who all, near instantaneously, cowered down. ”Give us some privacy! You all have other things to be doing, and do not think I am not aware of this! Go, shoo!” A quick, shooing wave with his hands, and with muttered displeasure did the crowds disperse, Link’s shoulders slumping in relief. ”Sorry about that. And I apologize for my straightforwardness, but you are not one much for talking, are you?” Chewing down a piece of salmon, Link took his time despite Sidon’s eager stare. ”A warrior doesn’t need to talk much,” came his answer after swallowing, his fork reaching to try a bit of the boar he had seen. ”Ah, this is true! However, I feel like there is so much for me to learn about you! You are an outstanding warrior, but is there anything else you enjoy in your sparetime?” He talks a mile a minute, Link thought dryly, fork tapping at the edge of the porcelain platter until he finished chewing. ”I enjoy horseback riding,” he offered, and for a brief moment, Sidon’s eyes glowed. ”Horses are magnificent beasts! I am not one for riding myself, given my size and preference for water over land, but I have seen much of the wonders to it. You must show me how you are upon your horse---it was Ander, right?” His chewing stopped altogether, Link blinking in genuine surprise. ”… You remembered his name?” ”Of course! He is just as important as you are. I am certain any companion of yours is!” The horses he rode were often his only companions as he roamed Hyrule in seek of an end to Calamity Ganon, and beyond those who worked at the stables he visited, never had he met someone who bothered to recall the names of the animals who were his only company. ”He is rather important,” Link agreed after a moment, and offering Sidon a soft smile. For a second, he thought he witnessed the Prince becoming flustered, only to assume it a trick of the eye when it seemed to instantly melt away. ”When you show me your abilities on horseback, you will have to give me a proper introduction. A companion of the esteemed Hylian Link is a companion I must meet,” Sidon chirruped. For once, Link thought little of how obnoxious he had found Sidon to be, and instead discovered his cynical mind melting away in the wake of being able to have a pleasant conversation outside of his duties as a knight, the pair swapping stories and sharing food, their shared laughter echoing off of the walls of the dining hall.

[rosemariethb-blog]

bigass milf - 8 Ways Mature Footjobs Can Drive You Bankrupt - Fast!

The rain had been falling for three days. Captain Storwick and his men knew better than to risk voyage during a storm like this. They had landed in port that morning before the worst of it hit and he had spent the day drinking at the tavern. The roast fowl hit the spot but now he had an itch that good food and strong drink couldn't fix. "Dalvin! Go out and find Mama Lou and bring in the whores." a raucous cheer went up from the crew as the first mate brought in the barkeep. Mama Lou had been a bar whore in the port city of Lampos since Captain Storwick was a cabin boy. She had killed the previous owner of the bar when he tried to fuck her in the arse instead of the cunt. Everyone knew Mama Lou didn't take it up the stinker like most whores. She had grown fat in her old age and now she would give you a yanker if the coin was right. She usually kept a few girls around the place though and usually they were clean enough. Mama Lou had skin the color of good coffee - deep dark brown - and her eyes danced with delight at the sight of Captain Storwick. "Good Captain it's been a long time. Come to let Mama jerk your mast like she did when you were with the Phantom?" The Captain's cock twitched beneath his trousers but it wasn't the old woman he wanted. Back then she had been a smooth skinned island girl and he a hard bodied cabin boy but now they were old and gray and he yearned for the smooth skin of youth. "Your girls&... bring them to me." She nodded and without another word she left only to return with three girls. The first was too fat and he sent her over to the crew with a small purse of coin. The 2nd smelled as if she hadn't bathed in days - just the way his First Mate liked it so she went to him. Number three had seen her fair share of winters. She probably used to be pretty - blonde hair and blue eyes - but the seasons and sea had worn her down. Another one for the crew. "Is there no one else? Some one&... younger?" He fingered his mustache and looked into the eyes of his once lover. "A hairless cunt for the Captain, aye, I have a girl that fits your fancy. Came to us with the last shipment of spice - scared and wet and alone. She's never been touched by man or beast. She will cost you extra." His eyes shown with excitement, "How much extra" "10,000 quid for her mouth 20 more for her cunt 20 more for her stinker." The Captain sat up in his chair and the crew stopped their fun to see how he would answer, "50,000 for a single girl!? What is she an Elf!?" The crew laughed out loud and went back to their whores. "Half actually&..." You could have heard a pin drop. The Captain stared with his mouth agape, "You find a half-elf and you turn her into a whore? Fuck Lou you have some balls you nasty old slut. The council?" "The council doesn't know and they won't if you keep your rotten mouth shut. Now&... shall I fetch her or no?" Captain Storwick had his cock out before she finished ,"Bloody hell you better fetch her. Dalvin stop fucking that stinking whore and fetch 50,000 quid from me chest in the room. I'm fucking an elf boys!" The crew let out a loud cheer and went back to the whores the captain had paid for. Mama Lou lead her into the room&... a tiny thing of a girl wrapped in a pink silk gown with white cherry blossoms embroidered on it. Her white gold hair hung just below her shoulders and her skin was naturally tan. Mama Lou lead her past the crew and over to the Captain. "Dara this is Captain Storwick. He Captains the "Eleanor" - the big ship harbored at our port." Her eyes shown for a brief second and she looked up at Mama Lou with a childish glee, "The one you promise to take me to see?" "Yes child, see how good Mama is to you? I brought you their Captain. Go with him now child and do what he asks. Just like we talked about okay?" When the Captain stood and took Dara by the hand she stared at his exposed cock. The Captain smiled and lead her to his room. He sat her on the bed and walked over to the chair in the corner of the room. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. "Are you cold girl?" She nodded and looked at the floor. The Captain stood and walked over and lit the corner fire place. He stood and drew the curtains to the lone window in the room letting the light in. The rain beat against the pane and outside a beggar in a tattered hood stood huddled against the side of the building. Captain Storwick turned to face Dara then sat back down in the chair. "Stand up for me girl." She timidly stood still looking down at the floor. He stroked his cock and let his thumb rub against the tip a few times. "Take off your clothes for me." She let the gown fall to the floor. Her skin was milky white and smooth. Puffy light pink nipples stood at attention on small perky tits. Her cunt was almost hairless save for a small patch of golden hair. The Captain had never seen something so beautiful as her. She looked up from the floor for the first time since they entered and let her hands dangle by her side giving him a better look at her nubile body. She slowly walked over to the chair and knelt in front of him. "Mama told me how to do it&.... should I?" The Captain took his hands off his cock and caressed her soft cheek. She took him into her mouth - just the head at first then the whole shaft down her throat before bobbing back up for air. I'll have to tip Mama Lou extra for being such a good teacher he thought as she took him down her throat again. Her tiny hand wrapped around his balls and the other stroked his shaft as she licked up and down the head of his cock. He reached out for her tits and fondled her pink nipples. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her toward the bed. She knew what was next and bent over the cold mattress in anticipation. Captain Storwick ripped his shirt off revealing the bronze key on a silver chain he kept hung around his neck. Her pussy was glistening wet and he nearly came when she reached back and rubbed her waiting slit. "Please be gentle sir&... I've never&... " The Captain had never been one for mercy. You don't get the moniker "Stone Heart Storwick" for caring about the feelings of whores - no matter how young and beautiful. He shoved his manhood as hard and deep as he could as she cried out in pain. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. His other hand wrapped around her throat to use as a handle as he fucked her harder and harder. Tears streamed down her face and onto the bare mattress. Her little cunny clinched tight around his cock and he could feel her burst into orgasm. He had to pull out as the feeling of her cumming nearly sent him over the edge. He wanted to enjoy every bit of this that he could and at his age once you pull the trigger it's hard to reload the old cannon. He knelt behind her and licked her sopping wet love hole. He spread her cheeks and she jumped in surprise as he slid the tip of his finger in her bum. He had to taste it too. He shoved his tongue up her ass hole as far as he could causing her knees to tremble and her to moan. He stood and laid on the mattress. "Ride my cock girl&..." She straddled him, guiding his cock toward her waiting pussy. She rubbed the head against her waiting pussy lips before sliding down on it completely. She moaned as she bounced up and down on his pink mast. Then she reached behind her and cupped his balls. She gave them a little tug and lifted them enough to get her fingers below. She rubbed her middle finger against his asshole and a moan escaped the Captain's dry lips. She plunged her finger inside him and could feel him thrust deeper inside him. He was on the verge of bursting and was trying to hold back. He wanted more. A second finger joined the first and sent him over the edge. She could feel the head of his cock throbbing inside her as he filled her up with hot cum. She slid off and finished him with her mouth. He pumped two more spurts in her warm mouth before he finished and she let it dribble down her chin for him to see. She crawled up beside him and for the first time since they met she placed a kiss on his dry lips. He didn't feel the blade she had slipped from under the pillow until the blood was pouring out of his gaping neck. His gurgled cries for help were muffled by a pillow. He tried to fight back but when your throat has been cut from ear to ear and you have a pillow shoved against your face. His death throws were quick and his bowels emptying on the mattress were indicative that the dear Captain was no more. Dara took the key from his neck and draped it over hers. Should you have any kind of concerns relating to where as well as tips on how to work with black milf pounded, you are able to call us on our own web site. Only one thing missing now. The razor sharp blade sliced through his cock like hot butter. She turned and walked over to the window where she opened the shutters and imitated the call of a bird of paradise. The bum huddled in the corner through back his hood and a deeply scarred face smiled up at her. He positioned himself directly under the window and she fell gracefully into his arms. His massive arms were so warm and as he wrapped her in the cloak and raised the hood over her silky blonde hair to hide her from the rain. She stuffed the severed cock in the pocket of the hood as they trotted down the road to the harbor. Mama Lou would be in to check the room in less than 20 minutes. Just enough time to reach the Mantis and make sail. Part 2 coming soon! MyAssYourFace2

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Chapter 18 A Nasty Surprise for the Enemy

“Don’t give up, Danny!” yelled Ahab, hanging upside down, his wooden leg missing and his beard sopping wet. “This be our only chance! One good shot on the beast and she be dead and gone forever!”

Aria stomped up from the back of the boat, with the remnants of her hammock wrapped around her massive body.

“Dan!” she yelled, “You end this fight quick, I’m hungry and the food on this ship is terrible!”

The captain of the flagship came running up from the back of the boat. He was drenched in water. He looked for the admiral and, not seeing him, set his gaze on Daniel, waiting for orders.

Daniel paused for a moment. He nodded to himself, as though coming to a decision.

“Circle the monster,” he said. “Bring us to 30 yards and fire at will.”

“Atta boy, Danny,” said Ahab proudly, still upside down, his face red with blood.

“But sir,” protested the captain, “At that range we won’t be able to avoid her tentacles.”

“No,” said Daniel, “We won’t. But it’s our best chance to end this fight.”

The captain nodded slowly in agreement. “And her waves?”

“If we see her go down then we’ll know another wave is coming,” said Daniel. “That may give us enough time to turn the ships into her wave.”

Men screamed.

Sharks had resurfaced and began to gobble up the men who had been thrown overboard.

“They’re eating them!” shrieked a sailor. “They’re gonna eat us all!”

Ahab pulled out a knife from off of his belt and cut the rope that he was hanging by. He fell to a heap on the floor and then, with surprising speed for a man of his age, ran to the side of the ship and took a musket out of a man’s hand.

Scanning quickly for a target, he found a shark just about to swallow up a sailor that was swimming away frantically.

Ahab pulled the trigger and hit the shark in face.

Crash!

The Prince Daniel lurched as an impact hit the side of the ship.

Crunch!

Another.

“What’s that?” demanded the Prince.

“It be these blamed sharks again!” cried Ahab. “Pummeling the sides of our boat! They be tryin’ to bring us down!”

A sailor who had been repairing some rigging looked down and shouted to Daniel, “We have to flee, Your Highness! We can’t take down the monster and these sharks!”

“Mind your words!” ordered the captain as lightning flashed through the air and thunder rumbled. “I’ll have none of that talk on my ship!”

Another shudder ran through the deck.

A shining spear flew up from the water and stabbed into Ahab’s arm.

“Argh!” he screamed, dropping his gun.

“Dan!” yelled Aria, having gotten back in her hammock. “Can’t you make them fight any quieter? How am I supposed to get my beauty sleep?”

“I don’t think so, my dear,” said Daniel as he ran to Ahab and pulled him away from the gunwale to safety.

*****

Fang was in the battle with the ships, sneering and tailed by a small guard of his own. He swam close to the side of the Prince Daniel.

“You’re next,” growled the shark to Daniel.

A golden spear stabbed through the shark’s chest from the back.

Fang looked down at the spear in disbelief and rage.

The great white shark was lifted out of the water by the spear as a muscular merman with a long white beard appeared below him, holding the shark in triumph.

“What’s that?” demanded the captain.

“More enemies!” screamed a sailor.

“Ugh!” groaned Aria, shuffling over to the side of the ship. “That’s my dad! Dan,” she whined, “I told you I didn’t want him at my wedding!”

“You’re in so much trouble, Missy!” yelled Poseidon, pulling the dying great white shark off his spear and hurling him far away with a spin. “When this battle’s over you’re going to wish I was still locked up!”

Following their leader’s example, sharks all over the water suddenly looked down in shock as weapons popped out of them.

Mermen appeared by the dozens holding spears, swords, clubs, and even pieces of wreckage to use as weapons, and began battering the sharks.

The sharks and mermen began to clash and many took the fighting underwater, to more familiar territory, giving the ships a reprieve from fending off the sharks.

“Get back here you stupid fish!” yelled the witch.

Tortly now swam up to the surface of the water, carrying Crustacean on his back. They waved to the prince.

Daniel waved back awkwardly, puzzled by the animals' behavior.

“Take us in close!” ordered Daniel after a moment. “30 yards!”

“Already in progress, sir,” replied the captain.

As the ships approached dangerously close to the black sea monster she growled and submerged.

“Thar!” yelled Ahab, sitting on the deck and clutching his arm. “She’s gone under again.”

“Hard to port!” yelled the captain.

The kraken shot up above the water again, causing a giant wave as she crashed back into the water.

The sailors knew, this time, what to expect, but they weren’t all fast enough. Sailors were knocked over as their ships climbed the colossal wave. A few ships that had turned too slow were capsized and sinking, the rest rode the wave slowly back down.

“Captain!” shouted a panicked man from below the main deck. “We’re taking on too much water! The pumps can’t keep up!”

They were now in close enough to be in reach of the monster’s tentacles.

“Cap’n!” cried a sailor hysterically, approaching Daniel and the captain. “It’s horrible! Truly horrible!”

The captain turned to the sailor, and gripped him by his shirt.

“What is it, man?” the captain demanded.

“I tried to tell her… but she wouldn’t listen!” He gasped and fell to the floor of the ship, sobbing. “She wouldn’t listen!”

“What is it?” demanded Daniel in fear. “Is it Aria? Is she hurt? Tell me!”

“I tried,” said the sailor, his head in his hands, “To tell her that the poop deck wasn’t for poopin’... but she wouldn’t listen!”

Daniel’s cheeks glowed with embarrassment.

“She just wouldn’t listen! It was horrible! Just horrible!”

“It’s all right, son,” the captain said grimly, patting the man, “Best get back to fighting the giant sea monster to get your mind off the horror you’ve witnessed.”

BOOM

The Prince Daniel, the Hammer, and many other ships fired their cannons, now at near point-blank range. Most ships were only as far from the leviathan as they were long. Her huge black head filled their vision, her massive eyes mocking them.

A black tentacle came down from high in the air onto Pillager, a rough old ship, and cracked it in half. Booan opened her mouth and shook in laughter as men fell and screamed into the water.

BOOM BOOM

“We got to end this now or die tryin’,” said Ahab.

“Fire the guns into her face!” ordered Daniel.

Men carried the order down the line to the Hammer, which was close enough to hear their yells.

Ships were bumping against each other as they clamored for point-blank fire. They were close enough to the kraken that they could almost touch the monster. Her foul, briny stench flooded their noses.

BOOM, BOOM BOOM, BOOM

Shots fired from all of the gathered ships, including handheld firearms, directly into the beast’s head. A cannon ball hit the witch’s eye, causing her to pound her massive tentacles in fury.

“You little fetchers!” shouted Booan with explosive volume.

Booan reached out her massive tentacles and grabbed the Hammer, lifting it up above her head and, with a deafening crack, ripped the ship in half.

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