Seven Seas Reborn

[Tjf]

Derrick grins up at her, "Go right on ahead and sit down, more for me at the end of the night!" He chuckles a little, then turns back to Mr. Fancipants, "I'll admit, you're doing good. But not as good as me!"

Derricks eyes dart between the new lady and the rich guy. This is the poor man's resort, why's two of the wealthier folk down here? Are they a couple? Can't say. If they wanted higher end services, surely they could have gone further inland. Something about this is ringing Derrick's "scheme bell". Something's afoot. Until something bigger happens, though, it's also a couple of suckers to wring dry of their walking money. And considering the fine make of their clothing, they've got enough to pay his rent for at least three months. Just gotta keep an eye on the doors.

Might as well start poking their story and seeing what's going on. His Pops would bash him upside the head from the grave if he knew I let someone pull one over me, "So, what brings you to our table? Was it the Prince or the Pauper?"

Then, with a vigorous shake of his hand, Derrick slams the dice onto the table, rolling his wrist just right to tip the odds in his favor. Memorizing what numbers are on what faces of the dice certainly helps. "Three twos!"

Spoiler: Perception Roll

Success

From the confused look the man gives the newly arrived woman, Derrick's pretty sure the rich boy has no idea who he is.

"Oh, there was something about this table. Something almost magical." She smirks, and the rich guy raises an eyebrow as if to say "What the hell is she on about?"

Spoiler: Dexterity Roll

Fail

Derrick throws his dice, confident as ever. Then, something happens. As the dice fly through the air, they...move, propelled seemingly by nothing. Then, the woman throws her own dice - three twos.

 

[Tjf]

Renee groaned, as the man penetrated her.

"Oh, oui! Mon mastair, zis slut apulogizes! She did not know zat le pathétic frenchmen madé you suffair! Please, use mon cunt until eet breaks, punish zis mizairabuhl slave, until shé crumbuhls!" Renee crossed her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, so he did not see the other woman moving behind him.

"Yes, yes..." The Dutchman groans, hammering himself inside Renee with everything he has - though given the fact that her body is used to massive cocks, his average manhood is nothing she can't handle. Still, the way he bites at her nipples, using just a little less pressure than needed to break the skin, is pleasant to her masochistic mind. Either way, the other woman has no problems getting out of sight, just waiting for a word from her captain.

 

[majus]

"Yes, yes..." The Dutchman groans, hammering himself inside Renee with everything he has - though given the fact that her body is used to massive cocks, his average manhood is nothing she can't handle. Still, the way he bites at her nipples, using just a little less pressure than needed to break the skin, is pleasant to her masochistic mind. Either way, the other woman has no problems getting out of sight, just waiting for a word from her captain.

Reene groans and moans, keeping the man inside, and as he climaxes, as he is at his weakest and most distracted, she gives the fellow pirate a nod.

 

[Regin34]

Peter grunts as her hand moves faster. "Maybe I was wrong." He chuckles, then moans. Suddenly, Marlene's hand and chest are covered in seed as he cums a second time.

Marlene chuckled as she used Peter's shirt to wipe off his seed of her hand.
"Not the first time black guy." She said as she stand up from the desk, on weak legs. To not fall down, she hold to the furniture and go to cupboard to drink some wine from the cup.
"There, for you." She said to Peter, giving him bottle of rum which carry here.
"Sex is nice, but we still have work to do and... Damit!" She gets angry as she looked at her ruined shirt by Peter.
"I hope you have something good to repair to me for my loss." She said as she grabbed saber.

 

[HadesTheReaper]

Spoiler: Perception Roll

Success

From the confused look the man gives the newly arrived woman, Derrick's pretty sure the rich boy has no idea who he is.

"Oh, there was something about this table. Something almost magical." She smirks, and the rich guy raises an eyebrow as if to say "What the hell is she on about?"

Spoiler: Dexterity Roll

Fail

Derrick throws his dice, confident as ever. Then, something happens. As the dice fly through the air, they...move, propelled seemingly by nothing. Then, the woman throws her own dice - three twos.

Derrick groans as his dice fall so poorly. Maybe all his luck was used up finding his Patron. Then... he saw the dice fly and his eyes widen, sliding between the man and the woman. His money's on the lady given her... choice words. Wait... Derrick narrows his eyes at her choker and his hand subconsciously goes towards his own pendant.

Then her dice are revealed and Derrick can do nothing but clench his fist under the table, "Well, don't mind if I do!" He can't tip his hand too much. Else... something. He's not sure what, exactly. Derrick's not even sure if his magic is dependent on his pendant or not. Maybe hers isn't either. Suddenly the stakes in this game rose to the skies. "Now it's the soon to be pauper's turn?" Still some space for trash talk, though.

 

[moonblack]

"No, rather pleasant, actually." Catherine smiles as the two of them are pressed up together in the steaming water. She gives a soft little moan, as Mariel's hands move across her more sensitive areas.

Mariel smiled back as she worked, thoroughly washing the older blonde. Perhaps a little too thoroughly, as her hands seemed to linger a little too long on some areas. Still, she tried to stay focused on her task and not think about her mother's impressive breasts and hard nipples. Or her mother's shapely behind. Or about rubbing... er, washing the area between the older woman's legs. Or the soft moans Catherine was letting out. And she most definitely did not notice her own hard nipples or the heat between her own legs.

“There, all done!” Mariel announced as she finished her task and pulled away as much as she could in the small tub, her face slightly red from the heat and the warmth of the bathwater, and definitely for no other reason. “Time for you to return the favor.” She looked at the older woman expectantly and waited.

 

[Thorn_]

Spoiler: Manipulation Roll

Fail

The coins bounce off the Marquis' jacket and fall to the ground, several servants eyeing them up with interest as they work. Catherine's sure the servants buy her gambit, but the young man clearly doesn't. "My mother has a vendetta against you, but I don't. I can offer you protection from her." He calls out as she goes to leave.

Catherine stops for a moment. While she was interested in what he would say, she wasn’t about to show weakness in public by looking too interested “I’m sure. But really, I must be getting the ship underway soon.”

She told him her plans, and assumed he would be enough to take the hint to discuss it more privately after he had finished his business here and they were still getting ready to take of

 

[Tjf]

Reene groans and moans, keeping the man inside, and as he climaxes, as he is at his weakest and most distracted, she gives the fellow pirate a nod.

As Renee feels her insides grow warm as she's filled up, the man feels cold steel at his neck, as other woman holds a dagger to his neck. "W-What is this?" He breathes heavily, still coming down from his orgasm.

 

[Tjf]

Marlene chuckled as she used Peter's shirt to wipe off his seed of her hand.
"Not the first time black guy." She said as she stand up from the desk, on weak legs. To not fall down, she hold to the furniture and go to cupboard to drink some wine from the cup.
"There, for you." She said to Peter, giving him bottle of rum which carry here.
"Sex is nice, but we still have work to do and... Damit!" She gets angry as she looked at her ruined shirt by Peter.
"I hope you have something good to repair to me for my loss." She said as she grabbed saber.

"Heh, I have to be getting back to my work." Peter stands, finding his own clothes. "Maybe I'll find something for you. Maybe."

 

[Tjf]

Derrick groans as his dice fall so poorly. Maybe all his luck was used up finding his Patron. Then... he saw the dice fly and his eyes widen, sliding between the man and the woman. His money's on the lady given her... choice words. Wait... Derrick narrows his eyes at her choker and his hand subconsciously goes towards his own pendant.

Then her dice are revealed and Derrick can do nothing but clench his fist under the table, "Well, don't mind if I do!" He can't tip his hand too much. Else... something. He's not sure what, exactly. Derrick's not even sure if his magic is dependent on his pendant or not. Maybe hers isn't either. Suddenly the stakes in this game rose to the skies. "Now it's the soon to be pauper's turn?" Still some space for trash talk, though.

"Of course. I'm itching to see what the pauper can do." The woman gives him an enigmatic smile, as the rich boy begins eyeing both her and Derrick up suspiciously.

 

[Tjf]

Mariel smiled back as she worked, thoroughly washing the older blonde. Perhaps a little too thoroughly, as her hands seemed to linger a little too long on some areas. Still, she tried to stay focused on her task and not think about her mother's impressive breasts and hard nipples. Or her mother's shapely behind. Or about rubbing... er, washing the area between the older woman's legs. Or the soft moans Catherine was letting out. And she most definitely did not notice her own hard nipples or the heat between her own legs.

“There, all done!” Mariel announced as she finished her task and pulled away as much as she could in the small tub, her face slightly red from the heat and the warmth of the bathwater, and definitely for no other reason. “Time for you to return the favor.” She looked at the older woman expectantly and waited.

"O-Of course." Catherine nods, lathering her hands up with soap, before rubbing Mariel's skin. Her fingers glide across the younger woman's arms, then her shoulders, before touching Mariel's breasts, the daughter shivering a little as her mother's hands rub her soft mounds. "Such a beauty you are. I feel guilty for taking you from England. With your looks, you could have had your pick of husbands there."

 

[Tjf]

Catherine stops for a moment. While she was interested in what he would say, she wasn’t about to show weakness in public by looking too interested “I’m sure. But really, I must be getting the ship underway soon.”

She told him her plans, and assumed he would be enough to take the hint to discuss it more privately after he had finished his business here and they were still getting ready to take of

"Then we shall speak later." He says, and picks up the coins. "Enjoy." He hands them to the the butler, giving him a look that makes it clear the man is supposed to return them to Catherine. Luckily, nothing stops them on their way back home.

 

[Regin34]

"Heh, I have to be getting back to my work." Peter stands, finding his own clothes. "Maybe I'll find something for you. Maybe."

Marlene thrown empty cup in Peter's head.
"You better find something worthy or you will end up hanging on the ropes after the ship!" She said as she was getting dress. With shirt half destroyed, Marlene decided to wear it back to front, so her breast will be covered. Once they both gets dressed, she pushed Peter outside room and go on the board to see what going on there.

 

[Thorn_]

"Then we shall speak later." He says, and picks up the coins. "Enjoy." He hands them to the the butler, giving him a look that makes it clear the man is supposed to return them to Catherine. Luckily, nothing stops them on their way back home.

"If you wish." She held her dismissive tone of him, that she was sure he would pick up on tacit approval to work something out by context clues. As her coins were returned her, she gave a face of looking surprised and annoyed even if she was glad to have them, not wanting to let onto her need for them. Likely if the idea that they still have money to burn gets into the governor's head that will make him and the marquis's more vocal opponents more willing to get behind moving the balance of power. But of course, they would never openly support a conflict they believe they might not win. Getting them to think she was in a position to was almost as important as actually being in one.

She thought on what her next move would be on her way home.

 

[majus]

As Renee feels her insides grow warm as she's filled up, the man feels cold steel at his neck, as other woman holds a dagger to his neck. "W-What is this?" He breathes heavily, still coming down from his orgasm.

Renee smiled as she caressed the man's face.

"That's retribushe-on, nethairlandair slavair dog."

With that she nodded at the pirate who promptly killed the man. As the deed was done, Renee and her fellow put on their clothes and Renee grabbed the pistols.

She started slowly making her way to the exit, joined by fellow pirates as they dealt with their victims.

The group sneaked to the side of the ship and took a look at the remaining slavers on slaver ship, ready to attack.

 

[HadesTheReaper]

"Of course. I'm itching to see what the pauper can do." The woman gives him an enigmatic smile, as the rich boy begins eyeing both her and Derrick up suspiciously.

He's not in on it? Huh, "Now look who's taking forever. Prince boy, you gonna roll the dice or what? I'm itching for a fancy new coat." Hopefully he doesn't think me and her are in a team against him... that could end, well, badly. You can only step on rich people's toes so often before they start looking into hitmen. Derrick leans back in his chair while he gestures to the rich man, then pauses, "Ya know, I've been an awful poor sport. It's just common curtesy to know who you're gambling with. I'll start. Name's Derrick."

 

[moonblack]

"O-Of course." Catherine nods, lathering her hands up with soap, before rubbing Mariel's skin. Her fingers glide across the younger woman's arms, then her shoulders, before touching Mariel's breasts, the daughter shivering a little as her mother's hands rub her soft mounds. "Such a beauty you are. I feel guilty for taking you from England. With your looks, you could have had your pick of husbands there."

“Nonsense, there's nothing to be guilty about. It's not your fault things turned out the way they did.” Mariel replied without hesitation. “Oh... This feels nice...” Quiet moans of pleasure escaped her lips as the older woman started touching her large breasts and especially her hard and sensitive nipples. An involuntary shiver passed through her body as she started getting aroused despite not meaning to. “Mmm, feels good... we should do this again next time I visit...” She added as she leaned forward slightly to make things easier for the older woman.

 

[Tjf]

Marlene thrown empty cup in Peter's head.
"You better find something worthy or you will end up hanging on the ropes after the ship!" She said as she was getting dress. With shirt half destroyed, Marlene decided to wear it back to front, so her breast will be covered. Once they both gets dressed, she pushed Peter outside room and go on the board to see what going on there.

Peter bats away the cup, chuckling, before he exits the room. Exiting her cabin and heading up on deck, Marlene sees the last of the pirate prisoners being marched onto the Antonio, bound and held at gunpoint. Captain Kelly appears, overseeing the process. "Got me a course, navigator?"

 

[Tjf]

"If you wish." She held her dismissive tone of him, that she was sure he would pick up on tacit approval to work something out by context clues. As her coins were returned her, she gave a face of looking surprised and annoyed even if she was glad to have them, not wanting to let onto her need for them. Likely if the idea that they still have money to burn gets into the governor's head that will make him and the marquis's more vocal opponents more willing to get behind moving the balance of power. But of course, they would never openly support a conflict they believe they might not win. Getting them to think she was in a position to was almost as important as actually being in one.

She thought on what her next move would be on her way home.

Before too long, she and the butler reach the Tremaux townhouse. Entering, the butler takes up her prior offer to enjoy the hospitality of the house, as Catherine sees Valerie up and about in the kitchen, briefly holding eye contact with the dark skinned man, before looking to her mother. "Maman, I hear you're to sail the Sea Swan?"

 

[Tjf]

Renee smiled as she caressed the man's face.

"That's retribushe-on, nethairlandair slavair dog."

With that she nodded at the pirate who promptly killed the man. As the deed was done, Renee and her fellow put on their clothes and Renee grabbed the pistols.

She started slowly making her way to the exit, joined by fellow pirates as they dealt with their victims.

The group sneaked to the side of the ship and took a look at the remaining slavers on slaver ship, ready to attack.

Even with steel at his neck, the man doesn't see it coming. The blade slices through skin and muscle, and Renee's face is coated in hot blood, as he collapses atop her, quickly dying.

Spoiler: Leadership Roll

Success

Heading through the hold, Renee's satisfied to see the brothel has been converted into a charnel house. Her girls worked quietly and efficiently, and the Dutch slavers mostly died with lustful smiles on their faces, not realising what was even happening as their lives were ended. Looking around, she sees her girls rummaging through their victims' clothes, looking for valuables or weapons. Heading up on the deck, Renee sees that the number of guards on the deck of the other ship has lowered to four men. Two of her girls are up against the railing, their dresses undone as they tease the slavers on the other ship, keeping their eyes on them, rather than where they're supposed to be watching.