The inquisitor pulls away, looking up with a smirk, her dominance clear even as she kneels before Faye. "No, you're not. Not unless you beg."
"Heh, unless this color of skin is some kind of body paint, the problem will remain, love." Peter chuckles. "No matter how hard I scrub, I can't wash the black off my ass. They let my kind work in places like Casa Madrugada - but I could never be a customer. Even if I had the money." The two of them walk through the bustling streets of Havana, eventually stopping outside an elegant three story building of stucco, with a brightly red tiled roof and palm trees along the facade. A door man in a powdered wig stands out front.
"Understood. Coming about!" Annabelle shouts orders, and the trade winds carry Mariel's smaller, swifter ship within range of the heavy cargo vessel. Spoiler: Intimidation Roll D100: 77 A cannon is loaded and fired, a ball whizzing across the trader's bow. The Danish flag goes down, replaced with a white sheet, and the sails are hauled in, leaving the ship dead in the water for Mariel to board. All that remains is to decide how she's going to act aboard her prize.
With a heavy heart and a thankful look to her dear crew, Isabela steps forward. "I do!" She called out. "And I hope we can expect fair terms from a captain of the oh so honourable Spanish Navy?" She said, doing her best, and failing somewhat, to mask her contempt.
"Please, please, ahhh!~" Faye twitches hard as the inquisitor leaves her on the edge, poor witch barely able to stand. She pushes her throbbing cunt out, panting heavily while she claws at the wall even harder, her back arching. "Ngh!! I will go go insane!!! Hahh!!~"
„It looks fancy enough for higher class of citizens”. Marlene stares at elegant three story building. There was something written on the signboard above doors, but Marlene ignored it. „You are lucky that you have me for captain, Peter. I brings you to beautiful places, mixing job with pleasure”. She joked to him and then walked to door man. „Open up, good men”. She commands door man.
“Alright, boys, let's go see if they have anything of value or if we just wasted some of our time!” Mariel announced as she led her men in boarding the waiting ship. (Sorry for the uninspired post, haven't been in a writing mood today.)
"The only terms we offer, are unconditional surrender." The Spanish speaker shouts. "That, or immediate death." The Spaniards throw grappling hooks, catching the side of the Siren, and crewmen begin to heave, pulling the ravaged pirate vessel towards them. "But you may come aboard, alone and unarmed, to beg for mercy."
The inquisitor's gauntleted fingers dig into Faye's hips, as the woman's tongue presses inside the witch, licking along her insides, quickly finding her g-spot with practiced skill and beginning to assault it with trained flicks. Her eyes stare up at Faye's with amusement, egging Faye to debase herself further.
The doorman looks at Marlene, and then across to Peter, a look of distaste across his brow. He looks at Marlene's clothes, and Peter's skin, an eyebrow raised. "Ahem, and who might you be, senora?" He says, raising a notepad and feathered pen. "And what is your noble rank?" He follows up, clearly not expecting her to actually be a noble.
"You heard 'er, lads! Take 'em for all they got!" Mariel's second in command shouts, and the crew roars in enthusiasm as they throw hooks and pull the captive ship in. Jumping across with ropes, or moving over gangplanks, they level pistols and cutlasses at the terrified Danish crew, who cower and allow themselves to be herded off to one side. The hatches to the hold are opened, and men head down to see if they've got a good haul or a disappointment waiting for them. "Hey, cap'n. Got something you might wanna take a look at!" A female crewman calls out, directing Mariel to the fo'c'sle, where, through a door, she finds living quarters for guests. She sees a blonde man standing in front of a door - though 'man' might be pushing it as he's a few years younger than Mariel herself - with blonde hair and a youthful and handsome, almost pretty, face. He stands in a nightshirt and trousers, leveling a pistol. He's clearly afraid, but seems determined not to let anyone into the room behind him. "You stay away." He says in heavily accented English.
Marlene stands straight and proudly declaring her nobility. “My name is Rute Marlene Pereira Carvalho, actual captain of the ship Sant Antonio in the absence of captain Kelly. I am daughter of noble family in the New Spain, decent of the brave conquistadors. “ She speaks with pride, fixing her fancy captain hat and put hand on her saber, as she explains her noble rank. She points at Peter. Her clothes been made of highest possible material, but she wears them for long time so it’s used. “He is serving under my orders, good sailor and fighter. Big muscles and loyal servant”.
Mariel raised an eyebrow at the blonde. “Hello, boy.” She intentionally emphasized the word. “Who might you be and what are you doing here? Seems to me like you are trying to protect someone inside there. Your mother? Your sister? Your fiancee?” She asks, watching the boy's face carefully to see if any of her guesses elicit a reaction.
"Mistress!" Her thighs close around inquisitor's head like a pair of pincers, snuggling her dripping cunt against redhead's greedy lips, smothering her face while she dug into her hips with her cold, metal gauntlets pressing into her soft body. She rocked inquisitor head harder, shaking her left and right as she started to twitching and shake all over. "I'm so- I'm going to- c-cumm!!" Faye thrusted her hips forward, her head bumping into the wall as she orgasmed onto inquisitor's lips, soaking her face with her arousal while gasping for air in desperation.
Isabela swallowed nervously, taking one last look at her crew. With the attitude of a woman being sent to the gallows, Isabela allowed herself to be escorted into the enemy ship. When she was taken to the Captain's cabin, the door slammed behind her with startling finality
The doorman gazes at the two of them, eyes fixing on Marlene. "And what is the daughter of such a noble line doing sailing a ship?" He sighs. "You seem genuine, despite your...appearance. I'll allow you entry - but any trouble and you'll be immediately ejected from the premises."
"Back... Move back..." He says in semi-broken English. As she speaks, she notices his face tense up a little as she says 'mother'.
Faye feels her legs giving out, her back sliding against the wall as she sinks lower and lower, eventually reduced to a sitting position. The inquisitor grips her by the shoulders and pries her from the wall, forcing her to the side and onto her back, a thin rug between her bare skin and the floor. "Such a mischievous little thing... But so easily tamed." She gets on top of Faye, using the weight of her more muscular body and armor to pin the watch, as she leans down. Her tongue pries Faye's lips, invading the witch's mouth and making her taste her own juices.
The crew looks back at her, dirty and shocked, but she's sure if she asked, they'd put up a hopeless last stand whose ending would never be in doubt. A short Spaniard takes pleasure in jabbing a pistol barrel against her back as she crosses the plank leading to the enemy ship, the gazes of hundreds of sailors leering at her keen in her awareness. She's pushed towards the aft'castle and the captain's quarters. Inside, she sees a neatly kept office with a secured bookcase, golden candelabras and assorted luxuries, the smell of cloves and cinnamon on the air. She sees a woman facing away from her, staring out of a window, clothed in military garb. She raises a hand, and the sailor with the pistol reluctantly leaves. "You..." The woman says with a pleasant Spanish accent. "Have been quite the troublemaker." She turns. "Some wine?" She asks, gesturing to a decanter.
Isabela was struck speechless. This captain was... Gorgeous. Dangerously so. But, perhaps the pirate queen could use this. Isabela reached past the glasses and grabbed the decanter itself, smelling the almost too sweet liquid inside. "Not bad." She said as she sprawled across a nearby chair luxuriously, doing everything she could to show herself off the the other captain as she drained the decanter. "So. Let's get down to business, beautiful. My crew. What do I have to do to ensure their safety?" she asked with a flirty smile.
