Isabela melted into the kiss. At first this was to be a quick lay to escape an awkward situation, but now the pirate felt more than a little sympathy for the poor nun, all cooped up and married to her Lord. Pressing herself into the other woman, their ample bosoms meeting, the pirate queen pressed her hand to her breast, before sliding it down the nun's navel to play with her quim
"After what happened last time, the girl will be more than happy to be the ones in control, I think." Eloise opines, quietly giving her advice. "A few of them are still too sore to take customers, but the rest will be willing to execute the plan. It'll mean less girls to deal with each slaver - though they'll have to keep some people aboard their own ship to prevent a rebellion. Hopefully the numbers will be mostly equal." She looks at the slaver on the horizon. "What response should we give?"
The woman is nervous at first, but her enthusiasm grows, kissing Isabela with more ferocity, her tongue pressing against the courtesan's lips. Isabela finds the girl's womanhood slick, her breathing growing deeper as the whore begins to touch her.
Bela moans out in joy at having gotten such a response from the beauty. She returned the nun's vigour tenfold, happy to please her. Shifting her head, she moved from kissing the nun's lips to kissing her neck as she pushed two fingers slowly into her.
Marlene gasp for air as next strikes come down on her ass. She didn't like calling her "whore", but now she was too horny to resist somehow to that. "Don't... Don't... Don't you dare.." She tried to said, but Peter didn't listen to her, as he presses his cock against her pussy. He grabbed her ponytail and pulled her hard, pushing his member in inside her pussy. Peter still slap her ass with one hand and hold her hair. " Ahh!! Ahhh!!! "
Renee smiled at the preparedness of the crew, but then frowned. Her plan was to come close and attack. "They weehl réahlize zumthéng not right oncé zéy see women onboard... Unlez we preténd to be slave whaires. Oui, we can zen slaughtair 'alf of la cru zén tak on lé rest. Send lé rep-lee - ai 'ave chains et whaires! Ready to mak a déahl if you 'ave slut meat to pai wiv~" Renee smiled at Eloise.
“Morning.” Mariel decided. “I doubt a few hours will make much difference. Better to let the crew rest and sail when they are fresh.”
"Of course. I do understand the difficulty of your position and am eager to find an agreement." She held on her professional airs as she contemplated. Of course, she already had an idea what one of his intentions would be. He was far from handsome, but she had done more with uglier men before. But she had her doubts that would really be enough on it's own. No, he actually would want something more tangibly useful in the long term for what he was doing. Still....good looks were a powerful motivator in overriding someone's common sense. That could still be leveraged. "We'll likely have to discuss some of the finer details later when my husband returns from his voyage. Of course, that won't be for a few months." She meant what she had said, but she was also leaving the implication clear. "Yet, I suppose in the meantime you also desire something more substantial to make it happen."
Peter ignores Marlene's threat, pounding her with a brutality that borders on animalistic. His massive hard on spreads her walls wide apart, rubbing against every last inch of her sensitive nerves, as she soon feels him pressing against her entrance. His forearm wraps around her neck, squeezing her, and the lack of air begins to make the intensity of the sensations increase.
Isabela's rewarded by an increasingly intense moan as her fingers explore the other woman's alcove, quickly becoming coated in the nun's nectar. The woman's pale skin flushes with color as her breathing continues to deepen, her skin warm against Bela's lips. Tentatively, the nun reaches around Isabela's waist, her hands inching downwards, before starting to squeeze the courtesan's ass.
The signal woman, a fellow veteran of a Barbary galley and well acquainted with this shady element of ocean travel, nods. She picks up her flags, waving different colors and patterns to send the message. Renee sees the other craft do the same. "They say they want both - and can pay with meat or coin, if the product is worth it. They ask us to slow down so they can come alongside." She smirks, enthusiastic at the chance to avenge the humiliation they all suffered by taking a prize. At the same time, though, Renee can't help but remember that the priest arrived in a similar situation.
"In that case, I'm gonna go find some company for the night. 'Till morrow." Arabelle nods her head, characteristically betraying little.
Marlene want to scream in the wooden desk, as Peter thrusting inside her womb, but stopped her by locking her throat in his forearm. "Arg, Arg!" She made some unspoken noise, as Peter impaled his cock in her vagina. Marlene fight for breath of air, what with coming heat and sensation make dangrous situation for her. She tried to bite into Peter arm, or at least relief her to air.
"Months... What a tragedy, for a woman so beautiful not to have a man for so long." His eyes turn to her cleavage, happily eyeing up the titflesh exposed by the libertine Parisian fashion. "A woman in her prime..." He grins. As expected, the man isn't fully swayed by Catherine's display, but he doesn't forget business entirely - though she doesn't know how he'll react if she takes a more bold approach. "I'll forgo the fee in exchange for ten percent of your profits. In exchange, my condition is this: You must be in command of the ship, not your son. Though a noblewoman on a ship isn't something I'd generally advocate for, if we can be blunt, I don't trust young Louis not to turn pirate and start ravaging shipping from any nation."
“See you tomorrow, Arabelle.” Mariel watched the quartermaster leave, then decided to also leave and go visit her family for the night. It had been a while since she had last spoken with them and, depending on how things went with the Fortuna, it could be quite a while longer, so she decided to use this chance. After making sure that she had not forgotten or left behind anything of value, just in case someone got greedy, she headed home.
Renee smiled as she gave orders to put down one of the sails. They would have new recruits~ "Lét's do théngs ur wai, zis time~." She made sure that the ship slowed down. Then she realized that she was till in state of disrobe... and her body was marked with whipmarks... that would actually help them! With a shake of her head she turned to her second in command. "Mak sure zumone zumone from cru weehl be een mon cabin, 'elpéng me tak down le bastard. Ze rest of la girls would wairk een twos." After the priest, she certainly was in no state to fight. She grabbed one of collars with chains attached to them and put them on. she would pretend to be a slave taking the guests inside. As the ships came close to each other, Renee made to great the guests.
Isabela let out a gasp, and, egged on by the nun's responsiveness, pressed the other woman into the wall behind her, albeit gently. Continuing to kiss her way down her body, the pirate knelt before the nun, and pressed her lips to the sweet wetness before her, kissing and licking around her quim teasingly.
“I can understand your concern.” Really, the first two were quite reasonable. It was a lot for what they were getting. The terms were pretty generous, but the last one was something of a surprise. “Me?” She couldn’t hide her surprise at that, but she thought about it. On paper, it did make sense. He wanted someone to captain it that he knows when to and when not to strike. Avoiding unnecessary escalation with England was important . Though it did present the risk of leaving her vulnerable…but maybe not as much as it would look. Most major navies would typically want to avoid a vessel carrying French nobility, so they might want to avoid a direct engagement if not necessary. Most likely what should face is disorganized pirates. Probably. There was still a large risk. “If that is what you would have of me, then I must accept.”
Peter simply chuckles as she bites him, but he lets go eventually - his goal is clearly to humiliate her by making her cum, not harm her. Still, he's hardly gentle - her entire body shakes as he rams his cock deep inside her.
After making sure the pirates she leaves behind on the Sea Swan are the few sober, sensible men on her crew, Mariel heads back into town, before stepping into a small boat and rowing along the coast. After a while, she comes along an old plantation, the fields empty, but the small, one story house in decent condition. Stepping off onto the beach, Mariel heads inside. The house is mostly quiet - only one light shone through the window, and Mariel heads into the small dining room, finding her mother drinking tea. Mariel had feared that the deaths of her husband and sun might have destroyed Catherine, but the noblewoman is a resilient sort. "My sweet. Please, come." She lowers the pistol in her hand and uncocks the flintlock - even if the presence of Mariel's mother here is a secret, this is a pirate island after all, so caution is always a good idea. "This is Seraphine, an old friend - she's the one who arranged this old estate for us." She gestures to a redhead across the table. "Enchante. It's the least I could do." She smiles. "My husband is the governor here. He has very little actual power, but if there's anything I can do to aid you, don't hesitate to ask."
