The witch chuckles, seeing the confused inquisitor start to lash out like a rescued feral cat. She grinned widely, not flinching even an inch as the other woman grabbed her throat. Rrmin removes her hand from her quivering jaw. "Tehehe!~ Yes! Grab me, slam me against a wall, bite and dig into my body. You are learning soo fast." Faye's eyes turn a dark shade of pink, her face all flushed and red, her wetness dripping onto the floor as she locked her eyes with the redhead inquisitor. "It's a harmless ritual, meant to be used before sex to make the sensation more intense~ But you know how it is, gods can be unpredictable, especially if you ehm get more of their attention." You know the sensation of realizing you are being watched, stared at, being adored by someone you didn't notice up until now? Something was there, staring at the inquisitor with all of it's urge and drive. "How about we have some boring sex? Just to stay on the safe side?"
We'll need to be careful on the way back. Mariel thought as she looked back at the port they had just left. “That was unexpected. Hopefully it will all be over by the time we get back.” She said out loud as she turned around and focused on the trip ahead of them.
"Let's go in for the kill! Get it done fast!" The pirate queen cried as she clambered up into the rigging, sword raised and pointing dramatically for effect.
“Yhm, mwah, ahm~” Reene continued bobbing her head. This was one of the more delicious dicks she had ever tasted, certainly one of the biggest, too big to take it all into her little mouth. Her lips moved along the shaft, while her tongue teased it, alternating between moving to the sides and along it. “Mhh~” She moaned as she felt his hand gently move along her head, then suddenly she felt the fat dick ramming into her mouth. She choked as the large shaft moved deep into her throat. Her red lipstick left circles around it. Tears started welling in her eyes, flowing down her cheeks, ruining her mascara. “Ghu, ghu, gha!” She choked as she moved back and forth, doing her best to satisfy the former slave. Slowly, the lack of oxygen was starting to get to her. Her mind blanked as she experienced an orgasm, choking on a delicious dick~ ... The next thing she knew, she was on the floor, coughing, still in her bondage. The man pulled her ass up and pushed her head down, then slammed his dick into her pussy. That was... too much... She blanked as she climaxed. ... “Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!” She opened her eyes, feeling a hot rod moving in and out with such strength! It burned! It burned soo good! She came again. …. “Gha!” She choked as the man pounded her ass from behind, pulling the collar, choking her. Her world became white again. She came again. ... “Oh, mon diéu! Oh, mon diéu! Oh, mon diéu!” She kept repeating that as she lied on her back, the man had her legs over his shoulders and rammed deep into her sensitive pussy. She arched in orgasmic release. … “Ah, ah, ah, ah!!” She kept panting, her body pushed outside of the window, as the man fucked her asshole. Slap! A heavy strike landed on her ass. She arched in the climax. … Slap! Her head turned to the side as a slap landed on her cheek. Then the hand grabbed her by the throat and squeezed as the man pushed her leg stronger against her breast. Her eyes rolled back. She reached orgasm again. … “Ghu, ghu, ghu!” She lay on her back as the man furiously pounded his hips against her lips, throat fucking her. She came again. … “Aghhh~” A soft moan escaped her, as she collapsed on the floor. Reene was spent. Barely able to move. Well fucked. Her body lay on the floor, riding waves of pleasure. But the former slave had other ideas. He sat by her desk and started searching through it. Soon, he found something that caught his interest. He took the documents – bounty posters... of Reene. A calculating glint appeared in his eyes as he eyes the slut captain with a new appreciation... for her worth.
The inquisitor's gauntleted hand wraps around Faye's neck, squeezing hard. She needs no encouragement, slamming the witch against the wall as instructed - though it's almost certainly what she was already doing. "Keep your devils away or I'll make sure even you do not find this pleasant." She glares.
Spoiler: Winds Roll D100: 87 Spoiler: Encounter Roll D30: 22 Mariel's vessel eases its way out of port in peace, sailing out into the open seas of the Caribbean. A hearty Northeastern wind catches the sails, and Mariel finds herself making good time. A few days later, the pirate captain is lounging in her cabin when she hears a cry of 'sails sighted' from outside. Heading on deck, Anabelle hands her a spyglass, pointing out a speck on the horizon. It's a cargo ship flying Danish colors. "She's got a fat hold." Anabelle opines. "But it's hard to say if she's carrying anything worthwhile - could be filled up with nothing but grain, for all we know." She asks. "We're ahead of schedule to meet our target. Think we should detour to catch these Danes?"
The crew roars, inspired by her words. The helmsman turns into the wind, moving the rudder to put them onto an intercept course with the Spanish. The enemy don't panic, though, keeping their course. All of a sudden, Isabela's heart sinks as she realises they've crossed the Siren's T. They open up with a broadside. Then another - balls crashing down the length of the Siren's Call vertically, sending skewers of wood flying and impaling crew members. The pirate ship gets slower and slower with each enemy broadside, and then there's a thunderous rumble as the mainmast shatters, falling across the deck, half of it hanging in the ocean. The Spanish ship, having immobilised its prey, stops, firing more broadsides at will. Furiously, Isabela's men load the bow chasers to fire back, but it isn't long before they're knocked out, killing the gun crews. Isabela realises her position is doomed - the Spanish will keep firing until all her guns are knocked out, and then switch to grapeshot and slaughter the crew. Or...she could surrender.
"I dunno if she has a favourite. She goes to fancy places I can't afford. There was this one brothel though, Casa Madrugada... I heard her mention it once." The youth shrugs. "No idea if she's actually there, though."
The witch let out a coo as she was slammed against the wall, tauntingly shaking her hips at the inquisitor. "Those aren't dogs, darling~~ You can't just order a wild beast around-" Spoiler: Spoiler: Luck Roll Roll 1d100: 11 (Fail) The bright pink candle flame died down with a shuddered crackle, the presence moving away towards more interesting matters than whatever the two females were up to. It didn't stop the witch from twitching in her arousal, gasping in that firm grip. Faye was dripping all over the floor, her slit enveloped in proverbial fire.
Mariel hummed as she thought about it for a few moments. “Normally I don't like pushing my luck... but we are ahead of our schedule and this seems like an easy enough target. It's a good chance to get some easy loot – unless we really are unlucky enough to run into a ship carrying nothing of interest. Worst case we can treat this as some extra training for the crew before the real fight – but I do hope we get something out of it.” She commented. “Let's make that detour.” She decided.
"Well..." The colossal man says in his deep, heavy accented voice, approaching her. "It seems you whites also deal in flesh for cash for your own kind... And not a small amount of cash..." He smirks.
Marlene nod to Peter, to kill youth one, since he wasn't usefull to her anymore and she can't risk him running away to spread beans to his crew. She tosed two coins to the barman table. "For cleaning up mess". she said and turn to Peter. "Let's check up this brothel, Casa Madrugada. Even if she won't be there, we won't waste our time, don't you agree"?
"Rudder to port!" Annabelle shouts, and soon the ship begins to turn to intercept the fat trading vessel. "Looks like she's got...four guns." The first mate calls out. "And little 'uns too. Easy prey. Do we bother trying to trick them, or just run out the guns and start firing warning shots?"
"The Beast will do what it's told, if it doesn't want to get hurt." The inquisitor says, fire in her eyes, pressing the witch hard against the wall. "As will you." She glares, before moving down to her knees. "You're still willful." She purrs, hands gripping the other woman's thighs hard as she pulls up her skirt. "But that's understandable. When you want to break a mare, you have to tire her out first." She leans in, her tongue sliding up the witch's lower lips, finding her clit, before she begins to suck on the sensitive little nub.
"No no no, wait, I can tell yo-" The young man's pleas are cut off as Peter stamps on his throat, and what's left is choked gasps before he goes still. Around them, the pub is quiet, but people quickly go back to their drinks and whores, not the sort to be shocked for long by violence. "Heheh, you never have to convince me to go to a brothel, love." Peter grins. "I think I saw it in the noble district. They wouldn't have let me in before." He gestures to his skin. "But if I'm with a proper lady, it should be fine." He chuckles.
She let out a lusty whimper as her chest pressed against the wall. "Mhmm~! Going to train me with a whip and a collar?" Faye comments with a sly giggle altho her voice is already shaking from the arousal. She tenses up as redhead gropes her thighs, her fingers digging into her pale body and holding her in place. As she slides her tongue up her slit, Faye's entire body jolts like it got shocked, reacting with a passionate cry as her magically sensitivized slit receives stimulation from her tongue. Sucking on her clit makes the witch yelp, her hands clawing the wall as redhead keeps her in place, stopping her from shifting even an inch away from her greedy mouth. "I-inquisitor! I'm going to cumm~!!"
„Really? There is brothel where they don’t want your money? That is one more reason to go check it out”. Marlene said surprised as she go with Peter. „Maybe if you wash your clothes and clean yourself more often then you won’t have such a problem”. She put dagger back to her belt, as they walked through the streets.
Isabela's heart sunk into the sea beneath her. She genuinely thought for a moment of throwing herself into the ocean. The embrace of her lady love felt so tempting. But she couldn't abandon her men. "Lads. Lads! Raise the white flag."
“No tricks, not today. No reason to waste our time with tricks when simple brute force should be more than enough.” Mariel decided.
The Spanish ship comes about alongside, the cannons ready to fire and muskets pointed across the deck. Above, the crossed red bars of the Spanish crown embedded into the mainsails loom imposingly. "Who speaks for this crew?" A long haired man shouts into a metallic cone that projects his voice across the distance. Some of Isabela's crew look to her, silently offering to take the role of captain in case they have some kind of special punishment in store for her.
