Seven Seas Reborn

Through thin layers of fabric, Faye feels her nipples being toyed with, the redhead pinching and squeezing her erect nubs through her clothes, as her hips press and grind against her ass.
Failure
Try as she might, Faye can't get a good read on the woman and whether she's actually feeling lust as well.

It must be that heavy cloud hanging over her head. She didn't have any company for "a while" after all. Her breathing was quickly starting to get faster and rugged as she grinded back against her body. Witch reached behind her back and groped inquisitor's behind, pressing her pale digits into her plush ass.

"Are you going to stay in this armour and let this occasion go to waste?~ I heard inquisitors love enjoying perks of their job~ "
 
Walking from their house in the wilderness, Mariel returns to town, passing passed out drunken pirates on the street as she makes her way to the docks. Ascending onto her ship, she finds Arabelle, her red-headed second in command, in the cabin. On the bed are an unconscious man and woman, both clearly well endowed and neither clothed, but Arabelle is very much awake, lacing up her corset as she finishes dressing. "Cap'n. So, what's the business for today? Are we going to go and hit that trade ship the blonde girl told us about?"
Mariel did not comment on Arabelle's company, instead focusing on the task at hand. “Yes, we are. No reason to delay and let someone else get the hit.” She declared. “Is the whole crew on board, or are we waiting for anyone?”
 
Exploring the market, the noble takes in the sights and sounds, before finally stumbling upon a tavern where she hears Peter's voice. Entering the building, she sees that it's far from the establishments she's used to - a dirty, dark place filled with rough looking patrons of many ethnicities. The building is small, but packed, and she can't quite see her crewmate.
Marlene look around the tavern, place far away from her personal taste. She put hand on her saber, as she walk inside betheen all smelly and dirty peasants, looking for Peter. As she know him, he would probaly playing some cards, gambling and losing his gold with snakes. Or, he tried to impress some whench whore to suck his cock, in such place she wouldn't be suprised that what happening.
 
It must be that heavy cloud hanging over her head. She didn't have any company for "a while" after all. Her breathing was quickly starting to get faster and rugged as she grinded back against her body. Witch reached behind her back and groped inquisitor's behind, pressing her pale digits into her plush ass.

"Are you going to stay in this armour and let this occasion go to waste?~ I heard inquisitors love enjoying perks of their job~ "
"Hmph. Yes, and I suppose you only want my clothes off for my benefit?" The woman scoffs, before dipping her hand lower, slipping underneath Faye's clothing and finding her clit. Slowly, tantalisingly slowly, she teases Faye's nub through her hood.
 
Mariel did not comment on Arabelle's company, instead focusing on the task at hand. “Yes, we are. No reason to delay and let someone else get the hit.” She declared. “Is the whole crew on board, or are we waiting for anyone?”
"Oi." Arabelle tosses some coins to her bedmates, who groan and stir. "Take a hike." She turns back to Mariel, nodding. "Everyone's back. I put a watch on blondie to make sure she didn't 'go missing'."
 
Marlene look around the tavern, place far away from her personal taste. She put hand on her saber, as she walk inside betheen all smelly and dirty peasants, looking for Peter. As she know him, he would probaly playing some cards, gambling and losing his gold with snakes. Or, he tried to impress some whench whore to suck his cock, in such place she wouldn't be suprised that what happening.
With the small size of the tavern, the patrons are pressed up close to each other, and Marlene has to physically squeeze her lithe frame through them, several people taking the opportunity to cop a feel as she moves. Finally, she reaches the bar, where she finds a curious situation. Peter sits upon a stool, a pistol in his hand pressed against the stomach of the man next to him. A third man presses a pistol against the back of Peter's skull.
 
With the small size of the tavern, the patrons are pressed up close to each other, and Marlene has to physically squeeze her lithe frame through them, several people taking the opportunity to cop a feel as she moves. Finally, she reaches the bar, where she finds a curious situation. Peter sits upon a stool, a pistol in his hand pressed against the stomach of the man next to him. A third man presses a pistol against the back of Peter's skull.
Marlene slaps hands of few pervert who touched her breast and ass, as she finally find Peter at the bar. She look suprise at three men under gun point, but she knows that she has to act fast. Marlene pull out her dagger and sneak behind thrid man who press pistol against Peter scull, to put dagger on his neck.
"I would suggest you to remove this pistol boy." She whisper in the stone voice.
 
"Hmph. Yes, and I suppose you only want my clothes off for my benefit?" The woman scoffs, before dipping her hand lower, slipping underneath Faye's clothing and finding her clit. Slowly, tantalisingly slowly, she teases Faye's nub through her hood.

Faye shudders as she feels her womanhood being teased directly, her body tensing up as her hips push into hand teasing her. She lets out an aroused groan, her hands moving up and under straps of her dress, pulling them off her shoulders and letting the dress fall to the ground, revealing her lack of underwear as well as her lithe, pale body. Blue sigils trail up and down her back. "I just think it would be a shame if something happened to it. Armours aren't cheap after all~"
 
"Oi." Arabelle tosses some coins to her bedmates, who groan and stir. "Take a hike." She turns back to Mariel, nodding. "Everyone's back. I put a watch on blondie to make sure she didn't 'go missing'."
“Very good.” Mariel nodded. “Then let us set sail. We don't want someone else beating us to our target, after all.”
 
"It definitely sounds like a plan." The older man chuckles, before turning to the crew. "Unfurl the tops and royals! I want us on those Spanish ships before they can react!" The crew get to work, climbing the rigging and soon the sails are loosed, spreading to their full size. A fine breeze catches the canvas, and the ship is hurled forward towards the Spanish. "What are we thinking? Warning shots? Or do we just start shooting?"

The pirate slattern smiled. "Well, we don't need them all as hostages, do we?" Take the ship, lads!"
 
Marlene slaps hands of few pervert who touched her breast and ass, as she finally find Peter at the bar. She look suprise at three men under gun point, but she knows that she has to act fast. Marlene pull out her dagger and sneak behind thrid man who press pistol against Peter scull, to put dagger on his neck.
"I would suggest you to remove this pistol boy." She whisper in the stone voice.
The man with the pistol, though the word boy might indeed be more appropriate from his youthful features, pauses and gulps as he feels steel against his neck. "This ain't your business, woman." The man at the end of Peter's pistol, a bearded and more experienced looking type, gazes up at her. "Well, Marlene... Welcome to the party." Peter chuckles.
 
Faye shudders as she feels her womanhood being teased directly, her body tensing up as her hips push into hand teasing her. She lets out an aroused groan, her hands moving up and under straps of her dress, pulling them off her shoulders and letting the dress fall to the ground, revealing her lack of underwear as well as her lithe, pale body. Blue sigils trail up and down her back. "I just think it would be a shame if something happened to it. Armours aren't cheap after all~"
"No undergarments. Slattern." The redheaded inquisitor smirks, not minding her own hypocrisy as she eyes Faye's body. "Oh, and you think you can damage my armor?" She raises an eyebrow.
 
“Very good.” Mariel nodded. “Then let us set sail. We don't want someone else beating us to our target, after all.”
"Ahoy." The grizzled second in command says, heading out onto the deck. As she shouts, the sails are unfurled, beginning to flap freely in the breeze, the ship rocking forward slightly as it catches the wind and begins to move through the water out of the bay and towards the open ocean. At the mouth of the bay, up ahead maybe half a mile, Mariel catches sight of a man of war entering the bay, flying French colours. Its gunports are closed, but it's clearly a naval warship, not a pirate vessel.
 
The pirate slattern smiled. "Well, we don't need them all as hostages, do we?" Take the ship, lads!"
"Aargh!" A cry of excitement goes up among the crew as they rush to their stations. The Spanish ship begins to turn from a long distance and bring its broadside to face Isabela's Siren's Call - an indication of how they'd prefer to fight this one. "D'we give 'em what they want? Or get in close for grapeshot and boarding?" Her first mate shouts.
 
The man with the pistol, though the word boy might indeed be more appropriate from his youthful features, pauses and gulps as he feels steel against his neck. "This ain't your business, woman." The man at the end of Peter's pistol, a bearded and more experienced looking type, gazes up at her. "Well, Marlene... Welcome to the party." Peter chuckles.
Marlene press her dagger closer to young men neck. "Put your pistol down, slowly dear boy. It would be a pitty to ruin your pretty skin". She said with cold voice and look at Peter. "It look like I have to clean your mess. Again. Explain to me, what did you learn from our new friends"? Marlene asked.
 
"No undergarments. Slattern." The redheaded inquisitor smirks, not minding her own hypocrisy as she eyes Faye's body. "Oh, and you think you can damage my armor?" She raises an eyebrow.

The witch pressed her thighs together under the inquisitors gaze, her arousal starting to stain her thighs. She starts to buck against her hand like an inpatient mare.

"No, probably, Nor is there a reason to take it off, is there?~" She swayed her hips invitingly, giving inquisitor a wink over her shoulder as she pushed her hips out, offering up her behind.
 
Marlene press her dagger closer to young men neck. "Put your pistol down, slowly dear boy. It would be a pitty to ruin your pretty skin". She said with cold voice and look at Peter. "It look like I have to clean your mess. Again. Explain to me, what did you learn from our new friends"? Marlene asked.

The youth is quiet for a moment, before decocking his pistol. The man Peter has at gunpoint sneers. "I'll have you keelhauled for your cowardice, brat." His voice grumbles. Peter smirks. "The location of Lucky Alice - as demanded."
 
The witch pressed her thighs together under the inquisitors gaze, her arousal starting to stain her thighs. She starts to buck against her hand like an inpatient mare.

"No, probably, Nor is there a reason to take it off, is there?~" She swayed her hips invitingly, giving inquisitor a wink over her shoulder as she pushed her hips out, offering up her behind.
"Careful offering your rear to someone. They might feel the temptation to..." She lays a hard slap down upon the witch's ass, enough that she's sure a red mark will be left there. The inquisitor's other hand rubs between Faye's legs, finding her clit and giving it a hard squeeze.
 

The youth is quiet for a moment, before decocking his pistol. The man Peter has at gunpoint sneers. "I'll have you keelhauled for your cowardice, brat." His voice grumbles. Peter smirks. "The location of Lucky Alice - as demanded."
"No, no, no young one is just a smart one. There is no point to die for some information" Marlene smiled to hostage and kissed him in the neck, near her blade. "See, sweety? Maybe you will just tell us what we want to know, and they you can leave, with all your limbs intact".
 
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