I felt for him with my fingertips, trying to sense him. He was kneeling, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I could feel his big tapered cock ‘tween his legs, still perky and stiff.
“I didn’t expect you to do that.” I whispered into his ear, squeezing his cock for emphasis. “How do you want me to finish you off?”
“Hm?” What a dope.
“It’s been a few weeks since I’ve gotten fucked, Lex.” I whispered, to dispel any confusion.
“You… You want me to?”
I laughed softly and nipped at his ear. “I invited you here for a reason, pretty boy. The question is, do you want to.”
I squeezed the base of his cock with my forefinger and thumb, giving him a little shake. I wanted him to say yes. I was hungry for it.
He hadn’t said anything yet. I dug in the deep pocket of my discarded breeches and handed him my box. I had gotten the box in a little town. It was made with wood, cleverly carved so it had a fitted lid. He opened it, and felt the inside. It was filled with rosewater-smelling jelly. The stuff was expensive, but worth it. Trying to lubricate with rancid bacon grease was an experience I never wanted to repeat.
“I… I’ve always wanted to do this with a girl.” He whispered.
“Good luck finding one that will say yes.” Was I pouting? Maybe a little.
He didn’t want it. Oh well. I kissed his shoulder and ducked my head down so I could take the tip of his cock into my mouth. I had barely given him three sucks when he put the palm of his hand on the crown of my head. Gently pushing me off.
Afterglow or not, I was getting confused and annoyed.
“I didn’t say no.” He whispered.
Annoyance went away. I grinned and kissed him flush on the mouth, cradling his head in my hands. “You’re a sweetheart.” I whispered. “A slutty sweetheart.”
He bit my lower lip. I could feel his sharp canines, but they didn’t dig in sharp enough to do more than sting. I could feel his thumb tracing down my spine. When it reached the top of my ass crack, he touched his fingertips to my asshole, slick with the rose-jelly.
I groaned and ground my cock against his. I was already half-hard again. I could feel the tip of his cock digging under my navel. He was fumbling a little, but I stiffened, cried out a little when both of his fingers slipped in.
I could’ve sworn I heard something abovedecks. But it slipped my mind when Lex started babbling.
“Shit… I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you did I?”
I shook my head and kissed him again. “Put those fingers back, Lex, it felt good.” It had just been a surprise.
I turned around to give him better access. I could feel his smooth scaly knuckles against the small of my back. His palm pushing my cheeks apart to give his fingers better access.
The fur felt good under my knees and hands. Soft.
“Make sure to put more of it on your cock.” I whispered. I had to wait a moment before getting my second thought out. I was too distracted by the wonderful things that he could do with his fingers. “Makes it feel nicer for the both of us.”
“You ready?” He whispered. He had leaned forward. I could feel his warm smooth body against my back.
“Whatcha waiting for, handsome?” I smiled in the dark, gritting my teeth.
I could feel his hands guiding his cock toward me. Making sure he was pressing in the right spot. He was all slicked up with the rose jelly. I bore down and pushed back against him.
I groaned into the furs, and I could feel him hesitating. It felt like he was splitting me in half but he couldn’t stop now! Not before we got to the fun bit…
He braced his hands on my hips and started to gently hump at me, panting like he was running a race.
It burned, it really did. But this wasn’t my first time. Not by a long shot. I knew how to relax my muscles. How to let him in. And soon, the discomfort was replaced with warmth. I felt the low heat with each stroke. Filling me up and pushing me down on the furs.
My naked chest rubbed back and forth on the soft furs while Lex pressed his hands down on my shoulders. The soft gasping noises from my mouth weren’t the least bit hard to interpret, so he had stopped hesitating. He knew that I liked it. He knew that I liked him pushing me down with each stroke.
Points for effort, but Lex was starting to pant unevenly, gripping my shoulders tightly as he got closer and closer.
I heard a long drawn-out shout from abovedecks. I was confused, I could hear thumping and metal clashing, but we were too deeply into it. He couldn’t stop.
“Oh… Oh gods.” He swore.
I could feel him finishing up, and I wanted to do nothing more than lie down and recover for a minute, but the noises from the deck were just getting dire. I pulled away and fumbled frantically for my clothes, feeling Lex’s come leak out of me.
Then the thudding and fighting above us went silent.
Lex was still panting like he had run a race. “Get your clothes on, Lex, something is happening up there…”
Footsteps were thundering down towards us. I could hear them coming to a halt in the cabin that Lex shared with the two women, and then I could hear her.
“WHERE THE HELL IS HE?” Rat bellowed.
Lex grabbed my arm. “Where are my pants?” He whispered. “She’s gonna kill me.”
All and all, very romantic.
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I hid in the furs for a few minutes after he left. I could hear the confrontation ‘tween him and Rat, and I was torn between wincing for my friend and fits of uncontrollable giggling. Apparently we had been fucking through an attack on the ship. No one had died, and Ana had healed the few that had been injured, but that didn’t stop Rat from chewing Lex up and spitting him out for ‘sleeping’ through it.
I thought I had waited long enough. I had put back all the furs, my clothes were back on, and I knew I needed to report to captain Barrett before he started looking for me. I squirmed out of the hold and raced up to the deck to see the damage.
The rest of the crew had already started throwing the beasts overboard. I caught a glimpse of one. A gigantic muscular man with a grotesque rounded bullet-head and sleek black-and-white patched skin. After he went over, the only evidence of the attack was smears of blood on the deck and a small pile of assorted loot from the bodies, made of coral and pearls and sealbone.
I gingerly picked up a saw-edged knife from the pile. It was made of a gigantic tooth, and it had designs scratched into both sides. Runes and small inlaid chevrons of mother-of-pearl.
“Are those, hickeys?”
I jumped and dropped the knife. Francis yawned and squatted down on his hams next to me, grinning. “That’s why the dragonelf wasn’t helping out with his spells. He was too busy making an honest woman out of ya.”
I pushed Francis over while he chortled over his own joke. Flushed and secretly pleased. Also relieved. Since these three strangers had come, we could joke about how dangerous it was to sail these waters.
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I needed to talk to him alone, but I was having a hard time snatching him away.
We were kept busy with repairs, and with new watches. Even for the archipelago, our lives were getting a bit too interesting. By afternoon we could see the island city of Genofrey. Where our guests were planning on leaving.