"The pathetic noble boys you're used to might've only been able to go one round, but a man like me needs more than that." Peter grins.
"You're sweet." Catherine smiles. "No, I haven't. I was waiting for your sister to return, but she won't be coming home tonight." She sighs. "But I should be able to warm something up."
The nun nods violently, unable to do much but moan as the Isabela overwhelms her. Her body writhes and shakes against the wall, before she clamps her hands in front of her mouth, muffling her cry of pleasure as she cums, filling Isabela's mouth with her juices.
“That's unfortunate. It would have been nice to see sis as well, since I don't know when will be able to visit again.” Mariel replied, her expression turning sad for a moment, before she smiled again. “Well, nothing we can do about it now, so let us have dinner together and enjoy ourselves. Anything interesting happen while I was away?”
”Oh Mouiser, you know me so well.” She used the same fake aroused tone shd used with her husband between her words, but she made sure to give him a long smouldering look. “I’m sure when we have time we’ll find our meeting somewhat more exciting.” She had gotten him to agree with what she had came here for. Would be best to hang it over, but she was pretty well aware later she’d need to make good on it if Madeline doesn’t discover a hook on him by then.
@HadesTheReaper Charles Towne, Carolina: The Olde Avery Inn has never been a particularly genteel place to drink, but tonight, it's utterly raucous. The old pub is filled to the brim with townsfolk - and with pirates. The mood is ecstatic, as just last evening, a small pirate fleet sailed into the port. There had been some level of fear at the sight of their black flags in the harbor, with some of the colonists heading inland to hide. Those who did missed out, as the pirates weren't there to steal goods, but to sell them. All day, Charles Towne has been flooded with luxury goods, normally out of the price range of poor colonists, and the pirates are heroes. "Are you going to throw the dice or not?" The nobleman sitting across from Derrick rolls his eyes irritably. A rare sight in such a backwoods colony, Derrick is pretty sure the man he's playing Liar's Dice against is the governor's cousin, or nephew, or something like that.
"Yes, actually." Catherine stands, heading to the stove. She's a poor cook, given her background, but she manages not to burn the food at least. "The king's mistress came here. She wanted to 'welcome us to her humble little home'. The message was clear, though - 'I found you even though you were hiding. Nothing you do goes past me'. Anabel didn't notice, or didn't care, though. She seemed quite taken with the woman."
The governor looks at her with a hunger that belies his normal gentlemanly expression, and Catherine wonders if he's about to jump her here and now. He keeps back, however. "Oh, I'm counting on it." He smiles. "Shall I have my man escort you back to your home?"
“I see...” Mariel frowned at the news. “Well, nothing we can do about it. Hopefully she just came to deliver her little message and does not want anything from us.” Mariel was just as bad at cooking as her mother, so she set the table instead of trying to help. Hopefully Anabel does not let herself get taken advantage of by that woman...
Catherine returns to the table, mediocre food in hand, and lays the plates down. "Hopefully. You know how Anabel gets, though. The blacksmith's wife, the fletcher's daughter..." She sighs. "But tonight's not about her, it's about you. How have you been? I hope those...pirates...haven't forgotten their place and tried anything with you?"
(Going to be sleep a bit) "I would accept the offer if you are willing." The return home would probably be safe, but it never did hurt to be more prepared.
“Yes, I know.” Mariel replied with a knowing smile. “I'm doing fine. So far the crew are all behaving themselves and haven't tried anything. Having an experienced quartermaster certainly helps. I can only hope it stays that way.” She gave the food a try. It was certainly mediocre compared to what they had been eating in the past, before... certain unfortunate events, but it was still better than the food served in quite a few taverns. Even this little taste was enough to make her realize she was quite hungry and she dug in. Having dinner with her mother made the experience more enjoyable than it would have been otherwise.
(Sleep well!) "Of course. Thelonius!" The governor calls out, and the door quickly opens, the butler entering the room. "Until tonight, my dear." The governor smiles, as the dark skinned man holds out his arm.
"I'm glad of that, at least." She sighs. As they eat, the older woman pours some wine for them both, but overindulges a little. She's not drunk, but Mariel can tell her mother's more buzzed than she's seen her before. "Oh, what happened to us? One daughter friends with a king's whore, the other a pirate. And I just have to sit here, withering away." She sighs, and takes another swig of her glass.
“Yes, life has certainly taken us in interesting directions...” Mariel sighed as she sipped her own wine. She made sure not to drink too much, though, not wanting to get drunk. “Well, we can't change the past, all we can do is focus on the future. I know it won't ease your worries, but I promise to be as careful as possible.” She continued to make small talk as she finished her food and wine. “Ah, this is wonderful.” Mariel let out a content sigh once she was done. “Having dinner with a beautiful woman... a lot of people would be jealous of me if they could see us...” As she said that she realized that she'd had a bit too much to drink and was also a little buzzed despite her intention to avoid it. “Thank you for this. Let me help you put away the dishes. After that I think I will take a bath – no telling when I will have another chance for a proper bath... Wanna join me?”
Isabela smirks and savors the taste before swallowing. She stands up once again. She couldn't keep her crew waiting too much longer. "Well, deary, I'm feeling a bit generous, so you don't have to reciprocate. But, you could come with me? Join my crew, have some real fun."
Derrick grins across the table. Normally, he wouldn't have even bothered walking in the doors of this inn. Much too expensive for his tastes. Most of his money goes towards paying folks for stories, learning about the legends and myths that collect in ports, all in an attempt to find even one true story. As his luck would have it, barely even a week ago, he found it. Real magic. Something to put his toe over the line of normality. He's on top of the world, then! So, naturally, given his luck's been so good, might as well score some cash off it. Derrick makes an exaggerated motion, lazily sweeping his hand holding the dice around and out to his side, "What's the hurry? Scared to lose a couple bucks?" Derrick is not afraid to say he's not the smartest fellow. Never has been. But even he knows more than to call out why someone as rich as the likely governor's son is doing, relatively, in such a poor place as this. "I'm sure you got at least that much to spare with those fancy clothes." Ah, trash talk. A staple of competition everywhere. "I suppose we'll see how you fair after this! Four threes!" Derrick borderline throws the dice onto the table. For all his bravado, he does know a trick or two with dice. A subtle flick of the wrist, a dice catching it's edge at an opportune angle, and voila!
Marlene pushed his hand away, as she tries to regain iniciative from Peter. "If... You... Said that..." She said as she lowered head and gives hand job to Peter, touching his cock and massage to it.
Renee nodded her head and gave her crewmember a responding smirk. The two started making out, kissing first lightly, then passionately, their breasts crushing against one another... finally, Renee sat with her back against the woman's tits, as she sucked her nipple, and Captain spread her own pussy, baiting the man...
