Catherine looks equally breathless, but at the same time, a hunger seems to drive the older woman, as she gets out of the bath, not bothering to dry off as she holds her daughter by the wrist, pulling the pirate from the bath and through the hall, towards her modest bedroom. "On the bed, dearest. On your hands and knees." She says, sounding loving, but also unusually domineering.
"Well, that's certainly an appealing idea." Valerie chuckles. "What did you have in mind, maman?"
"A favor. If you'll win, I'll do something for you, whatever you want - within reason. Obviously, I won't sign away my family's estate or shoot myself, but for anything reasonable, on my honor, I'll be your servant." Charles says, affecting humility.
"No no, nothing like that." The man says. "You set course for Havana, right? I have friends in Havana, powerful friends." He explains in a whisper, as eager not to let his comrades know as he is Marlene's crew. "Let me go, and I'll make sure you're rewarded for it once we reach Cuba. You're a noble, they'll listen to you. You could tell your capitan I was a prisoner of the pirates, or something."
Still a bit out of breath, Mariel allowed herself to be led to the bedroom. Her mother's tone, loving but domineering, sent a shiver through her body and she obeyed without hesitation. Quickly the naked pirate got on the bed and on her hands and knees, then shook her booty a bit in invitation and anticipation.
Opening the hatch and heading below, Renee's assaulted with the stench that only a slave ship can provide - the human cargo packed tightly together in the hold, with minimal light and sanitary provisions. Renee sees a goliath of a man grabbing one of the slavers faces, smashing his skull against the wood of the deck until it cracks open like a coconut. Next to him, two women hold pistols, firing and taking down two Dutchmen.
"You've been remiss, my sweet." Catherine chuckles, before swatting the younger woman's ass with her open palm. Mariel grits her teeth a little, but it's more exciting than painful. "I've been lonely without you. I guess I just have to make sure you never want to leave." She leans forward, and then Mariel feels the woman's tongue on her entrance, lapping at the juices from her earlier climax, pressing against her petals to stimulate her labia.
“Ah!” Mariel yelped, more in surprise at the light slap than in pain. But along with the pain came a wave of arousal and excitement. “Yes...” she let out when she felt her mother's tongue on her nether lips. Whether she meant it as a reply to her mother's words, or as a response to the older woman starting to eat her out – Mariel wasn't sure. But either way it felt good and she wanted more...
Marlene pull out her dagger, playing with sharp point at handsome men.
"That's right, let me take care of you." Catherine's hands grip Mariel's thighs, as her tongue presses forward and upward, exploring Mariel's depths, before locating and licking along her g-spot.
"Sometimes the powerful have need of lowly friends." He grunts as she toys with the knife. "The Duqessa D'Alviano." The name does mean something to Marlene - a powerful widow in Cuba. "If I'm lying, you can just get rid of me in Cuba."
Marlene remove dagger from his chest.
Opening the hatch and heading below, Renee's assaulted with the stench that only a slave ship can provide - the human cargo packed tightly together in the hold, with minimal light and sanitary provisions. Renee sees a goliath of a man grabbing one of the slavers faces, smashing his skull against the wood of the deck until it cracks open like a coconut. Next to him, two women hold pistols, firing and taking down two Dutchmen.
The last of the slavers goes to open fire on the slaves, before turning and spotting Renee. His gaze goes to the pistol in her hand, and he moves on instinct to shoot the Frenchwoman instead.
"Well, it would be difficult to arrange a proper party on such short notice, but perhaps a visit to the theatre would be good." She called it a theatre, but it wasn't really much more than a usual open air stage. Still, it was funded form somewhere and she had saw to it that the actors were at least talented enough people. For a moment, she debated if it was time to incentize higher prices for it, but it helped keep the common citizens quiet enough that it was probably worth the cheap admission as it was.
"I think she'd prefer if I didn't tell you..." The man whispers. "And she'll send her groom to the Cathedral of San Cristobal every Sunday - I'm not supposed to approach her directly. You tell him that you could use some help understanding the sermon, and he'll tell you he'll explain it to you, and lead you off to meet with the Duqessa somewhere private." He explains. "Though if he sees someone other than me, he could get suspicious..."
"Yes, my sweet, let mommy take care of you..." Catherine breathes seductively, before letting her tongue press between Mariel's petals. She quickly finds the girl's g-spot, rubbing her tongue against the sensitive spot with furious abandon, as her hands grip and grope the young blonde's ass.
"I'm a man of honor!" Charles scoffs, offended at the implication that he'd back out on a debt. He meets Derrick's eyes knowingly, as the mage looks him up and down, before dropping a ring wrought of silver and inlaid with a ruby, upon the table. "There."