As you cum screaming, you’re lifted out of the water, a net wrapping round both of you. You realise that while you were lost in the siren’s pleasures, a ship had sailed up beside you. You are both dumped on the deck, the sea air leaving the water cold on your aroused skin.
The siren seems to struggle in the air, although she can still breath. Between the mess of lashing tentacles, you can see a very human looking cunt.
But you’re more concerned with the rough looking sailors that surround you, leering at your naked body. You look at their costume, and the term ‘pirates’ springs to mind, but this villainous lot is very different from the heroes of the romantic tale you enjoyed as a girl.
They look you over, and start cheering and exchanging lewd comments.
“Gods, what a piece!”
“The bait really came through this time!”
“Thought this was a waste of time when there was nothing good in the stuff on the shore, but damn, look at those tits!”
“Look at that ass!”
“Can’t wait to dip my wick in that!”
“Beats fucking the fish bitch any day!”
“And when we’re done with her, she’ll fetch a fine price at the slave market.”
“I won’t be done with her soon!”
“Hope the captain doesn’t take too long with her.”
“He may not even want to, you know sometimes even the hottest ones don’t tickle his fancy.”
“Yeah, but it’s his choice.”
“Indeed it is.” This last voice is different from the others – cold and calm and with the clipped tones of an aristocrat. You look up and see the crew standing aside for a handsome red-headed young man in rich, fashionable clothes.
“Yes, Captain Morganth, sir. What shall we do with her?”
You gasp. Captain Morganth is a legend, a pirate who’s been the scourge of the waters round the island of seven stones for years. You’ve heard it said he’s a skilled sorcerer. You’ve also heard other rumours, though… |