Aratheon: Treasure Hunt Pt. 1 free porn video

“What will it be, stranger?” the barkeeper, an aged man with bags underneath his eyes asks.

“I’ll take a pint of mead, please,” I tell the man and I put a gold coin on the table. He takes it and a few minutes later brings out a pint and places it in front of me. “I’m looking to hire a captain and crew for an adventure. Do you know where I might find such a crew?”

“What kind of adventure are you taking?” he asks.

“One fraught with danger and could easily end in death, however, the reward will be larger than a King’s imagination,” I say.

“Then you are looking for a captain who is crazy enough to accept such a risk. There’s only one captain I know in these parts,” he says as he washes down a dirty cup. “And that is Captain Azariah.”

“Where might I find this Captain Azariah?” I ask.

“She just happens to be in this very tavern as we speak. She is sitting with her crew over in the far corner. But I’ll warn you,” he says as he quickly takes a look around to see if anyone is listening in on our conversation. “Captain Azariah is a Deldorai. She harder than tempered steel and colder than ice.”

I take a gaze over where he suggested and I get a glimpse of an elf with a red bandana tied over her dark black hair with eyes... Never in my life have I ever seen eyes like these before. Just the look of them makes my skin crawl. They are as black as night with burning red irises.

She just happened to look over at us at that very moment and gives me a stare that shakes me to my very core. It was not an entirely cold glance, but the look of a conqueror who has just found a new conquest.

She is surrounded by several men and women of different races, but all look as shady as the dark alley’s I tend to avoid.

“Is she the wood elf?” I ask as I tear my gaze away from her.

“That would be her. But I’ll warn you just this once, she is not one to be taken lightly. She’d just as soon kill ya if she senses she’s being cheated.”

“I will not take the warning lightly,” I say. “Thank you for the tip,” I toss the man another coin, down my drink and head over to her.

Her eyes catch mine as I make my way over to her. I tense up at her stare. Those black eyes unnerve me. It is as if I am staring at Death itself.

She looks me up and down, taking me all in as I approach her table. “I heard you talking about me.”

“Y...yes, the b… barkeeper says you are the one to talk to about a ship and a crew for hire,” I say meagerly. For some reason, just being around her makes me nervous. A devilish smile curves on her face.

She nods to her crew and they clear the table so it is just the two of us. “Have a seat,” she says.

I take the chair across from her. “What kind of business do you have in mind?”

I look around warily to see if anyone is listening. “I need an escort to an island off to the south. I will warn ya…”

I lean in a little closer. “It will be dangerous, but the reward will be great.”

She lets out a laugh. “Well. Has anyone ever told you that you are adorable? Little boy, I am dangerous.”

“Uhh… I… I can see that.”

“Now, what were you saying about a reward?” she asks as she leans back and places her boots on the table and crosses her hands against her chest, squishing those bountiful breasts together. I take a rather large gulp. “Give me the details.”

“I need passageway to the island my great grandfather was shipwrecked on. His ship was carrying enough gold to buy the human kingdom. But that is not what I am interested in, if and when we find the ship, the gold, and any other valuables can be distributed amongst the crew. I am just interested in a family heirloom.”

“Enough to buy the entire human kingdom, aye?” She leans forward and places her hands on the table, interlocking her fingers together. “I like the sound of that. I suppose you know how to get to this Island, right?”

“Well I just so happen to have a map that shows us the location where my grandfather was stranded with his ship full of treasure,” I say.

“Who is this Elf Lord?” she asks.

“He was my ancestor, Lord Kasius,” I say.

“I never heard of him,” she scuffs.

“He is really old,” I say.

“How much treasure are we talking about?” she asks.

“All of his wealth, which is enough to buy this city three times over,” I say. Her eyes widen. “But that’s not what I’m interested in. In his position was a scepter. The scepter is worth more to me than all of the gold in his ship. It has no real value, it is just a lost family heirloom.”

“So let me get this straight, you want me and my crew to take you to this ship and help you get back this scepter?” she asks me.

“Correct,” I say.

“And what about the gold?” she asks.

“You can have all of it. It is of no interest to me,” I say.

“Are you serious?” she asks. “You do not want any of it?”

“Even without my ancestor’s wealth, my family is still one of the richest in all of the High elven kingdom,” I say proudly as I puff out my chest and hold my head up high.

“They must have mated with dwarves at one point because you are awfully short for a high elf,” she laughs. My cheeks instantly burn red.

“Jest all you want, wood elf. Do you want the job or not?” I ask.

“I will require an upfront payment,” she says.

I grab the purse of gold hanging from my belt and drop it onto the table. “Done.”

“You did not let me tell you what the payment will be,” she says with a smirk.

“This is enough gold to buy this tavern,” I say. “What more do you require?”

“Sure, that will cover our expenses and give us something to live on if things go sour, but I require something more,” she says.

“And what is that?” I ask.

She likes her lips. “It is not often that a cute, slender, little thing such as yourself enter a tavern-like this. Especially with an ass like yours.”

I take a nervous swallow.

“You see, I’ve had my share of the busty barmaids here and a few of the gruff men, but they are not my pint of ale. Hmmm. I like something a little more delicate.” She gets up and saunders around the table. She sets her nice thick bubble butt down on the table.

“You are exactly the kind of ale I enjoy sinking into. If you want to ride on my ship, you are going to have to sleep in my bed,” she says.

“Wait… Really?” I ask. She is joking, right? A woman like her? I would have bet all the gold in the world that a woman like her would only go after the strongest of men. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I had a chance with a sexy elven woman like her.

“Of course, I find meek, feminine boys like yourself very attractive,” she says with a devious smirk. What does she mean by that? I am not feminine nor am I meek.

“I will have you know that I am over 300 cycles old,” I declare.

“Aww, just a baby,” she laughs. “I am well over 1,000 cycles old, boy. You are but a child to me.”

Her statement made a knot in my throat. She is as old as my father. I take a swallow of my pride.

She brings her hand up to my cheek and brings my face up to hers. “Now, do we have a deal or not?”

“Ah… yes! We have a deal.”

“Great! Now I will have to take a look at this map of yours,” she says as she stands up. She signals to the people who were sitting by her and they walk over to us.

“Get the ship ready, we have to take off as soon as possible,” she tells them. They all nod and take off. Then those red and black eyes of hers turn to me. “Now, come with me. We need to go somewhere private.”

I get up and follow the wood elf. My eyes cannot help but travel down to that butt of hers all wrapped up in leather chaps. My heart beats a little faster as I become fixated on the way she walks, swaying her hips this way and that.

I lick my lips as my head fills with all sorts of thoughts about what this elf will do to me when she gets me in her bed. I cannot help but imagine her moist cunt and spreading it with my cock.

In the 300 cycles of my existence, I have only slept with two women. One was a human and the other was another High Elf like myself. Both are rather long stories. But this woman. She makes the other two look like a couple of wenches.

She signals to the barkeeper and he nods. I trail her up the stairs into a room. “Now, how about you show me that map?” she asks.

I nod and open up my gilded silken rucksack and pull out the map. “You will not be able to read it,” I say as I hand it to her.

“And why is that?” she asks.

“Only the descendant of Vanurato can read the map,” I inform her.

“Let me guess, you are a descendant of Vanurato?” she asks.

I nod in confirmation.

She lets out a laugh. “Looks like we cannot just take the map and find the treasure for ourselves,” she sighs.

“You would do that?” I ask as my eyes widen.

“My crew certainly would like to, but I would rather take you as my treasure. It has been so long since I have had a nice soft elven boy in my bed,” she says.

“For the last time, I am not a boy!” I raise my voice at her.

“Have you killed a man before?” she asks.

“No… I…”

“Then you are still a boy,” she laughs.

“Now onto business. You have agreed to be mine for the entirety of the trip, have you not?” she asks.

“I thought I was just to sleep in your bed?” I clarify.

“Same thing different words,” she says.

“I will have to admit that I have already slept with two women before this,” I say.

“Oh, look at you, so experienced. You are practically an expert on coitus, are you not?” she smirks.

“I… I would not say that,” I mutter, tearing my eyes from hers.

“I was only jesting. I will make you a man. Well… More like a…” She mutters something under her breath that I cannot quite make out.

“What was that?” I ask.

She only giggles. “Oh, nothing. Now, before we get this adventure started, I require some release. It is time for you to start fulfilling your end of the bargain.”

I take a big swallow. “Okay.”

The beautiful elf in front of me turns around, presenting me that beautiful arse. of hers. Perfect in every way. Slowly she begins to unbuckle her leather trousers and slides them down, revealing two pillowy cheeks. I lick my lips. Just the thought of stuffing my face or another part of my body in between those round cheeks is enough to make the sword hilted in my robes harden.

And then she turns around…

The sight of the biggest cock I have ever seen nearly hits me in the face. I recoil at the sight of it. Perfectly hairless and veiny. The mushroom tip swells as it begins to grow. The musky taint of it hits my nostrils making me queasy.

“What? You do not like it?” She asks with a coy smirk on her face as if she knew I was going to be off-put by her swelling cock.

“You have a… You have a cock!” I gasp.

“Baby, half of the Deldorai have cocks. Did you not know this?” She asks, tilting her head sideways.

“I heard the rumors but I never thought they could be true.”

“Well, now you know for sure. They are true. Now, a deals a deal. You better get used to my sword, you will be well acquainted with it by the end of the trip,” she laughs. I look up at those big black and red sinister eyes of hers and plead with her. “I’ll tell you what. Since I can tell you are a bit hesitant, I will not make you take it all this time around. All you have to do is give it a few strokes until my seed flows from it. I’ll even return the favor. I’ll wager, you’ll enjoy my love stick by the end of it.”

I gulp down my nerves. Even though I am disgusted with it, I cannot stop staring at the giant snake staring at me with its one eye. I have not seen many cocks in my life, but this one is by far the biggest. Far bigger than my own little fellow.

Just the smell alone is enough to put anyone off. So musky and sour. Like a pair of old socks that have been on a stinky dwarf for far too long.

“Why don’t you fish out your cock and we can stroke each other off. It will be much more enjoyable that way.” I turn away as my face burns bright red. The thought of showing her my little cock when she has that monster is humiliating. It’s bad enough I've been ridiculed my whole life for how small it is. I do not need to be shown up by a woman. “I will pass.”

“Aww, I take it you have a tiny cock. Don’t.be shy. I won't judge. Most men are smaller than me.” She sits down on the bed next to me as her hand crawls up my leg.

I take another nervous swallow as her hand finds its way to my belt buckle. Fire floods through my veins as my belt comes undone. She works my tunic, unbuttoning it and then goes for my pants. She kicks off her boots and leather breaches before she tugs mine down, freeing my little cock from its confines. “Aww, now I see why you were so reluctant to show me your little pecker. It’s tiny. But rather adorable.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks at her words. Must she point out how small it is? As if I was not embarrassed enough.

“Don't take insult. You are beautiful. With a little pecker like that, you were never meant to be a swordsmen anyway. But you do have an ass any woman would die for. You were born to be the hilt that sheaves bigger swords. It’s not a bad thing. No, not at all. I think you will grow to love having that beautiful arse filled with cock.”

Her words are like an ice-cold waterfall atop my skin. They send a chill down my spine and yet my little dagger comes alive at the very thought of having her sword hilted inside me. What is wrong with me? Am I queer? I have never had these deranged thoughts run rampant in my mind before.

Placing her hand on top of mine, she guides it to her snake. Even though it is not even hard, it makes my hand look small. Slowly, she moves my hand up and down the length of her cock as it hardens between my fingers. Her free hand wraps around my cock and slowly starts to stroke it. Her hand brings all sorts of pleasure alive in my dick. A subtle moan escapes my lips. Her cock continues to grow in my hands. Soon my fingers can't even wrap themselves around it. It’s thicker than a tree branch and almost as hard as one. My curiosity continues to grow like both of our cocks. Soon her hand feels from mine and I was stroking it by myself. I tried to mimic the way she rubbed mine. Slowly working up to the top and messaging the tip. The sensitive head seemed to amplify the pleasure that coursed down through my cock the more you touched it.

She began to pick up speed and I followed. We both moaned together. “You’re starting to like the feel of my cock, aren’t you?” She asks.

In truth, it was not so bad. The feel of her large cock in my hand was stiff, yet spongy. It was hefty. A lot heavier than my own. “Next time I'll let you taste it. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She asks.

Letting out a low moan, I was too caught up in the pleasure of her hand on my dick, I just nodded. “You and I will have plenty of time alone together, you’re mine for the rest of this trip.”

I could barely register her words as my dick grew steely hard. I pumped her cock swift and hard as my own pleasure built up. I had to release. I could not hold it any longer. “For the love of the gods.” I shouted as the pleasure erupted inside me and my cock shot a rope of cum on my leg.

She also let out a little moan as her big dick exploded like a geyser in a hot spring. It coated my hand and her thighs.

“Fuck that felt so good. Your little hands felt so good wrapped around my big cock. Didn’t you like the way it felt in your hands?” She gasps, as a heavy breath escapes her lips.

“Yeess…” I pant, too lost in the excitement of the moment to truly register what I had done and said.

“Why don’t you give my delicious seed a taste,” she says as she grabs my wrist and brings my hand to my lips. "You’ll find you might actually like it.”

I looked up at those red irises coated in black. Still, in a euphoric haze, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, licking up the thick globs of her cum. It was not as bad as I thought it would be. A tad on the salty side and it had a heavy musk to it, it was actually rather tasty. I licked her hand clean. “Good boy.”

At Sea

After we finished up in the tavern, Captain Azariah led me to the docks. My mind was heavy with what had just happened. Had I really just rub another man’s cock? No. She is not a man. She is a Deldoai. And the rumors were true. The Deldorais had cocks. What does this make me? Am I one of those queer cocklovers who lay with men?

The elven fembois I believe they were called. Elven men who gladly played the role of females and gave away their bodies for the pleasure of men. No. I am not one of them. I am Riyu Lumenor and I am part of one of the most prestigious high elf families in history. At least we were until my ancestor Vanurato Lumenor lost a great portion of our wealth at sea. Fortunately, my father was able to rebuild our fortune and reclaim our prestige.

However, I still cannot come to grips with what happened. Only low born males give themselves away to worship other men’s cocks. Although she was not a man. I was certain of that. And all I did was stroke it with my hand. It was not like I sucked on it or took it up between my cheeks like a femboy elf. I was not one of them. I was a highborn.

“Don't bother yourself with a guilty conscience. There is no shame in pleasuring a cock,” Captain Azariah says as she looks over her shoulder. Her eyes possessively taking me all in. “Now it's about time you meet the crew.”

We make our way through the city of Vogithrim. Pipe smoke, piss, and ale lingers in the air. The streets here are just as wild as the back alleys of Isyelnaes. Shady individuals are in abundance in every crook and cranny here. You have all manners of swindlers peddling their wares. Things you could not get in the cities of either the dwarven or human nations. Magical items that claim all sorts of powers beyond imagination. Weapons of unimaginable power. All of which are most definitely junk. Slavers, poachers, and smugglers are everywhere bargaining off their unsavory goods. Brothels on every street corner, sitting next door to the taverns. Mercenaries, sellswords, and pirates fill them discussing all manner of unpleasant business.

“Look at the wood elf scum,” A dwarf says as he hobbles down the dock towards us. He’s got a metal stump for a leg and a patch covering his eye with a scar beneath it. The rest of his face is covered in a thick black beard. He’s got a black leather trench coat with a big cocked hat. One eye is covered in a black patch and he’s puffing on a pipe. A few other dwarves crowd behind him.

“I knew I smelt something foul,” Captain Azariah says. “What do you want Thornwulf?”

“That’s Captain Thornwulf to you,” he snaps crossing his arms. “There’s nothing I want from a no-good, tree-hugging, wood elf!”

Captain Azariah sighs. “Listen, dwarf. Unless you have business with me, which you don’t, then I suggest you be on your way, you’ll regret it otherwise.”

“Is that a threat, ye pointy-eared filth.” the dwarf spits out.

“I do not make threats, only promises.” captain says, she then turns to me. ‘Let’s stop wasting time on this little hairball and continue on with business.”

“Who you calling a hairball! You blubbering tree hugger.” he hollers at us as we walk away.

“You already said that one captain.” one of the other dwarves says.

“Dwarves are so rude,” I say as we continue down the dock.

“Not all dwarves are like him, but like all races, there’s always a few rotten eggs in the bunch,” she says. How insightful for a pirate.

We stop in front of a smaller ship than the dwarves.

“She may not look it, but there is no faster ship in all the sea.” Captain Azariah says.

“I will have to take your word for it.” I mutter.

“Hey, Capitan.” a dwarf with bright red hair walks up carrying a bundle of harpoons over his shoulder.

“Durgil, where might I find, Damaris?” Captain asks.

“Oh, she’s on the ship!”

I follow Captain Azariah on board her ship. There is one thing that surprises me about this city and Azariah’s crew. It is filled with a mixture of Dwarves, Orcs, Humans, High Elves, and Wood Elves. The reason that surprises me is that under normal circumstances the dwarves, humans and the high elves do not get along with wood elves. As witnessed earlier. Even though the dwarves and humans trade with the high elves there is still a jagged history between the dwarves and high elves. None of them seem to care for the orcs. All of which are crammed in this crew, working together to prepare the ship for sea.

“You will find that here, race doesn’t matter, we are all free people.” Captain Azariah adds.

I follow her aboard and she approaches a beautiful woman with hair as black as the night. Her eyes are colored like the forest trees. Even though she has hips that sway with her walk, her body seems to have been hardened by the sea. “Damaris, Is the ship ready to sail?”

“We will be in less time then it takes the wind to change directions,” Damaris replies as her eyes turn to me. “Ah, now I see what has taken you so long. You found another boy to warm our bed. I hope this one is good with his tongue.”

“I am sure you can teach him,” Captain Azariah says. “He is good with his hands.”

My face flushes with heat. They talk as if I am either an idiot or cannot hear them.

“I want to take off as soon as possible. We’ve got a new job with a big potential payoff and it is burning a hole in my purse,” Captain Azariah says.

“Aye, Aye! Captain! Once the men finish loading the supplies we will be ready,” Damaris says.

“Will I get to meet the crew?” I ask the captain.

“There will be time for that once we're well on our way,” Captain Azariah says. “Now let me show you where you will be staying.”

I follow Captain Azariah to what looks like an office. There is a huge desk in the middle and books everywhere. There is a door behind the desk and Captain Azariah leads me through it to a small quaint room with a bed big enough 4.

“This is my cabin, but as with our agreement, you will be keeping my bed warm when I am in it. You’re allowed to sleep in it when I am not in it of course. Damaris also sleeps here, so you’ll have to share,” she says as she eyes me. “You can put your things in here. I’ll have someone bring a small chest just for you. Any questions.”

“Yes, I have several.” She lets out a sigh as she gives me a look that says she does not have all day. “Is Damaris your lover?”

“Something like that, she’s my first mate. Second in command and she shares my bed. We have a long history. Anything else?”

“I ummm. Will I have to be… ummm…”

“Yes, you will eventually have to get used to the idea of servicing my dick. Why else would I let you share my bed?” she asks, raising one eyebrow. “Don’t worry young one, we will take it slow. I don’t just want you to service my dick. I want you to worship my dick. Of course, for that to happen you have to like it. And when I’m done with you, you’ll want nothing but my dick.”

I take a long swallow of all the dignity I had left and look up to those dark black eyes with red circles focused on me. “I…”

“A deal is a deal, or is not?” she asks.

“No… I was not about to complain. I was just saying I have not much experience.”

She steps closer and places her hand gently upon my cheek. “You are just the most adorable thing I have ever laid eyes upon. Do not fret. I have enough experience for the whole crew. I will teach you how. I’m glad you’re over the whole queer thing. I do not care about such things. On this ship you are mine. I will not hurt you, nor should you fear me. But you will obey me. We may be partners on this quest, but on this ship, I am in command. Do you understand?”

After taking another hard swallow, I nod my head. What have I gotten myself into? I am starting to believe I am way over my head.

She leans in and weaves her fingers through my hair, grabbing the back of my neck pulling me closer to her. “You don’t have to be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you. I think you’ll come to love being with me. Everyone else has.”

“So you will not force me to take your…” The words catch in my throat.

“My cock?” A mischievous curl appears in the corner of her lips. “No. I will not force it on you. That’s not really my style. Usually, men and women beg to be in my bed. I’m certain you will too eventually. You’re curious about the snake between my legs. I can see it in your eyes. Eventually, just like everyone else, you’ll beg to be mine.”

Did it suddenly get hot in here? I tug at the collar of my shirt as beads of sweat drips from my forehead. “I uh…”

“Tonight, I want you to watch as I plow my first mate. I want you to picture yourself in her position, underneath me, taking my cock.”

Just the thought of her cock makes me swallow. What hold does this woman have on me? She flashes me a wicked smile that boils my blood.

“Now, come on my little elf. Let me show you the rest of the ship,” she says as she wraps her arm around my shoulder, leading me out of the cabin. As we walk out onto the deck, men and women of various races continue to haul crates and other supplies on board.

Azariah leads me down two flights of stairs to the interior. Ballistas line the walls pointing out at holes in the walls. “As you can see, my ship will not go down without a fight. These are the best ballistas gold can buy.”

We continue through the deck until we go through a door that leads to a bunch of hammocks hanging down. “This is where you would have been staying if I didn’t fancy you. Trust me, you’ll be glad you’re with me. My crew would use you like a ragdoll.”

“You must be jesting, right?” I look up at her, the faint feeling for dread fills my stomach.

“Darling, most of my crew do not care if you are a man or woman. When you’ve spent enough time at sea, it’s all the same.” She lets out a devilish laugh. “You should count yourself lucky that you get to stay in my cabin with me. At least I will treat you decent. I’ve already promised that I won’t hurt you, haven’t I?”

I nod. What have I gotten myself into? This crew is filled with animals!

“Now let’s finish this little tour. We’ve got lots to do,” she says as she continues down another flight of stairs. Here there are barrels stacked upon each other, crates piled up to the ceiling and sacks scattered everywhere. There is a strong smell of… Ale? Wine maybe? It is hard to tell.. “This is our storage. Food, ballista ammunition, and everything else is stored down here. And of course, all our mead, ale, wine and just about every other drink you can think of. My crew loves their booze. Now come on, we’re soon to be leaving. Let’s head up.”

I take one last look around before following her back up to the deck.

“There you are,” Damaris says. “We are all ready to set sail.”

Several large orcs walk up, 3 males and a female. I swallow nervously. For some strange reason, all I can think about is their dicks. I can only imagine how awful it would be to be taken by an orc. I shudder at the thought. Compared to an orc, I suppose a Deldorai is not so bad. I bring my eyes back to Captain Azariah. She is beautiful. But those eyes are unsettling. I have seen a great many things in the 300 cycles of my life, but I have never seen eyes like those. Even in the Deldorai that is strange. But I cannot take my gaze away from them. Well… I suppose the lure of that body of hers is enough to tempt any man.

She’s got the curves of a barmaid. I can imagine she has the strength of several orcs, so it is best not to piss her off. She is the captain for a reason. But for the love of the gods, those thighs of hers are something to be admired. They make my eyes salivate.

“Like what you see?” I look up at those burning red circles surrounded by a sea of black as they bear into me with primal intent.

“I.. uh…” Sweat drips from my forehead. She caught me staring. The thought of being hers is a frightful thought. That cock she has is a weapon in and of itself. And yet, it not only strikes fear into my heart, but I cannot stop thinking about it. The way it felt in my hands excited me.

“Don’t be ashamed. Many men would beg to be on their knees to please me.”

“She’s got that right…” The biggest orc with forest green skin says. The big green giant eyes me up and down. He has two huge tusks coming out of his mouth and a mohawk of bright orange hair. Intimidating to say the least. “She’s had more ass than a lavatory. I’ve seen her turn the most dangerous men into her little pets.”

“Riyu meet Tozhug. He’s part of my vanguard. The orc standing next to him is Sarfu, also part of the vanguard. Those two are some of the most fearsome warriors in the land,” she says. I look over at Sarfu who’s got a long braided black beard with shorter tusks and a long braid of hair going down his back. He is slightly smaller than Tozhug and has a more brownish skin color.

“You’ve got that right. I’ve seen Tozhug and Sarfu take down some of the most fiercest Centaurs I’ve ever seen,” Damaris says.

“Centaurs?” I ask.

“Yeah, they are half-orc, half horse, but extremely dangerous and hard to kill. Their lands are to be avoided at all costs,” Damaris says.

“I know what a centaur is, I just have never seen any,” I shrug.

“You do not want to see any. Trust me on that. I have heard they like to make slaves of us to serve their more primal needs,” she says.

“If you think my cock is big, you should see a centaur’s cock,” Azariah says.

My eyes go wide at the thought. “Is it just like a horse’s cock?”

“Yep, just as big and just as thick. You do not want that thing being plugged up your that tight little butt of yours,” Captain Azariah says. “Luckily you are all mine and I will kill any Centaur who would try to prove otherwise.”

The thought of being a slave to a centaur and having to please their cocks sends my stomach turning in on itself. It makes serving Azariah a much better alternative. I am beginning to wonder if getting the artifact is worth all of this.

If it was not a family heirloom, there would be no way I would put up with these water rats. But that heirloom could unlock untold power. Maybe even free my family from our chains to the The Golden Trading Company. I must do whatever it takes to get my hands on it.

The rest of the crew gathers as Captains Azeriah calls them forth. “Is everyone here?” She pauses for a bit to count heads. “All right, you scallywags. We’ve got an important job to do. This adorable little elf here is hiring us to retrieve a family heirloom.”

“How much are we getting paid?” Asked a rather thin man asks.

“Does it matter? You work for me. I set the rate of your pay. But if you must know, there just so happens to be a treasure that could buy the human kingdom 3 times over,” she says. “And if we get our little elf friend over here his heirloom, we get to keep all of the treasure. Oh, by the way, his name is Riyu and until this quest is over…”

She stares out at her entire crew, giving them a heart-piercing glare. “He is mine!”

Wait a second. Is she really declaring her ownership of me to the entire crew? What the hell?

“Is that all clear? That tight little butt of his will only be touched by me, understood?” she asks. My face flushes with heat. I take a deep breath, but legs are shaking. She cannot possibly hope to force that dick of hers in my ass. I… there is no way I can possibly take it all.

“Now, let’s set sail!” she says.

Everyone rushes out to do what they need to do. “Come with me,” the Captain says. “It will be a long way out until we next stop, you’ll have plenty of time to meet the rest of the crew.”

I follow her into her cabin. Damaris follows us as well. “Pull out that map of yours.”

I hesitate.

“You don’t have anything to fear. I am not going to screw you over… Well. I will screw my cock into those tight little buns of yours, but I am an honest pirate. You’ve hired me and my crew and I will fulfill my end of the agreement. Of course, if we get there and there is no gold… Well.” A wicked grin curls upon Azariah’s face. “Your stay on this ship will become permanent.”

I take a long hard swallow. “I.. I assure you, the treasure is real.”

“I trust that you believe that and if half of the gold that you promised is there, then it will be worth the risk. Now let’s see that map of yours.”

I pull out the map and place it on the table.

“What is this? It is blank!” Damaris says.

“No… It’s elven magic. Only the bloodline of the one who created it can see it,” Captain Azariah says. “It is quite clever. It makes it so that we have to have the rightful heir to be able to find the treasure.”

“So, we are stuck with him regardless,” Damaris says.

“And you say that like it is a bad thing, my love,” the captain says with a devious smile.

“I suppose I will quite enjoy watching you pillage the little elf. I bet he's got a supple ass. Just ripe enough for that cock of yours,” Damaris says biting her lip.

“I am right? You know I can hear you, right?” I ask the two perverted women.

They both brush me off and continue talking. “He’s a little hesitant though. He hasn’t quite gotten over his perceived stigma towards cock,” Captain Azariah says.

“Are you just going to continue talking as if I am not here?” I ask getting flustered. The way the talk about me makes me feel as if I am just an object for their amusement. No better than a slave.

“That surprises me, the elf looks as if he was born to suck cock. So petite, meek and feminine. I feel that all the women on this ship are more manly than he is,” Damaris says. “I certainly would not let him fuck me. I bet he has a small little pecker.”

Heat rises within me. I can even bring myself to meet their eyes as they pick me apart. Is this what it is going to be like here? I cannot possibly stand for this. I am not a child to be passed over. I know for a fact that I am at least 3 times the age of Damaris.

“Ahh, don't belittle him,” Azariah says with a pouty face. “But yes. He does have a rather small cock. It’s definitely not good for fucking. There’s no doubt he’ll always be on the receiving end on this ship.”

Her words send a shiver down my back. Just the thought of a cock coming close to my ass floods me with fear.

“Can’t say that I am surprised. The little elf should be wearing a dress. He doesn’t really pass for a man, does he?” she says.

“Hey! Is that really called for?” I ask. There is certainly no way I will ever wear a dress! “I am a man!”

“Oh, settle down. No one’s going to make you wear a dress,” Captain Azariah says. “But don’t think you’ll ever get that little pecker of yours wrapped inside a nice warm fuckhole. You were made to be the bitch in any relationship.”

“Now, let us figure out where this treasure of ours is,” she adds.

I look down upon the map. Everyone else may see a blank piece of parchment, but to me, it shows us the 6 kingdoms, 7 if you count the northern kingdom of humans. It shows several Islands to the southeast. The Land of the Kar farther east of those islands and that is where the X is at.

“It shows that the treasure we seek is at the Land of the Kar,” I point out.

“That’s not very specific, the land of the Kar is just as big as the 6 kingdoms,” Damaris says.

“I will tell you specifically where it is at once we get there,” I say, looking up at the two women.

“And why is that?” Damaris asks.

“If I told you where the X is, what is to stop you from leaving me here and going after it yourself?” I ask.

“You’re brighter than you look, I’ll give you that,” Captain Azariah says. “Look, we may be pirates, but we honor our word. If we have agreed to provide services to you, then we will follow through with our word. Besides, as I have said, you’re mine. That tush of yours is the treasure I desire.”

Beads of sweat start to appear on my forehead. She’s not giving up on this, is she?

“For now, we’ll just trust you, but eventually you’ll have to give us the location,” she says. “Now let’s set sail, once we’re well on our way, I intend to collect on our agreement.”

I swallow nervously.

The Captain strolls out onto the deck. “Alrighty, lads. Let’s set sail!”

Immediately, everyone rushes to get to work. People untying the ropes while others climb the big wooden pillars. For the life of me, I cannot seem to remember what they are called. The mast?

I follow the captain as she strolls up the stairs up to the helm. She grabs the giant wheel with knobs all around it as she we leave the dock behind.

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As the day went by, we have long lost sight of Vogithrm and the mainland itself. There is no land in sight. Not even a small island.

Things have been going quite smoothly though. I have managed to stay out of the way while the Captain commands her crew. As intimidating as she can be, there is a deep beauty to her. I have never seen a wood elf with hair as dark as obsidian. And never have I seen another living being with eyes like hers. Pitch black with burning red irises. They will put a chill down a fire dragon’s spine.

I spend a little time exploring the ship. As I stand on the main deck, I take in the sight of the water. I never imagined the sea could be so beautiful. I still can’t believe my dreams are all about to be realized. I breathe in the salty smell that lingers in the air. I’m soon going to reclaim the artifact my great anscestor cherished.

“Move it or lose it!” a rough voice yells at me. I turn to see a fucking a giant cat. Or a man-like cat. His main covers his entire head. He’s brawny with wide shoulders.

“You’re in the way,” he says.

I quickly move out as he climbs on top of the net of ropes and up the mast to the crow’s nest. “Zar isn’t a man of many words,” a man says as he walks up next to me, looking out at the sea. “He’s more of a man of action.”

He’s got deep black hair with rather lanky slim frame. A mustache and goitee cover his face. “The name is Koinos and you must be the one financing this operation, am I right?”

I nod.

“That’s great, I think you and me are going to be great friends. I consider myself something of a business man,” he says, putting his arm around my shoulder. “As a fellow business man, how about you and I talk about this fortune we’re after.”

“Koinos, why don’t you leave the lad alone,” a rather rough feminine voice says.

Koinos removes his arm from my shoulder as a female dwarf walks up to us. “I was just getting aquanted with the newbie, here.”

“I’m sure that’s all you’re doing.” she says. Her aubrun hair done up in a braid. She’s rather staunch for a woman and musculer, her forearms are buldging.

“Why don’t you go make yourself useful for once,” she says.

“I swear, I get no respect on this crew,” he says, sulking off.

“You sure don’t want to aquiant yourself with the likes of him,” the dwarf says offering her hand. “My name is Murbila Oakmane. I’m the ship’s surgeon. You get hurt, you see me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, taking her hand in mine. She comes off as a no nonsense kind of woman.

“You’re polite, I like that,” she says, she pats me on the shoulder. “Just stay out of trouble and you’ll do fine.”

With that she takes her leave.

As I journey below deck, I

“Aye, matey,” A dwarf says with amber long braided hair and a braided beard to match. He has a scar on his right cheek. Like all dwarves, he’s short with broad shoulders. “I’m Hemdal Oakmane, the crew’s quartermaster. I am responsible for distributing the loot and our equipment along with dealing out punishment for crimes against the crew.”

“It is nice to meet you Hemdal, Riyu Lumenor at your service,” I say.

“You look like you’re a good lad, I hope we won’t have any troubles,” he says.

“Certainly not, good dwarf. I am just here for business. I do not wish to start any trouble,” I say.

“Good, because you don’t want to know what we do with troublemakers,” the dwarf says.

“We tend to tie them up and throw them overboard,” A dark olive-skinned orc female says as she walks by. Her bright red hair is buzzed in a mohawk. She’s bears clad leather armor on that barely hides her melon size breasts. A pair of torn-up leather chaps barely fit over her thick muscular thighs with big leather boots. She’s got two small tusks coming out between her big luscious lips.

“Those are the lucky ones,” Hemdal says. “Sometimes we like to scrape them against the barnacles at the bottom of the ship.”

I nervously scratch the back of my neck as I let out an awkward laugh. “You will not have any trouble with me. I can assure you.”

“Hemdal, Farfu, you aren’t giving our guest here the shivers, are you?” Captain Azariah asks as she walks up. She causes me to jump as she pats my ass. What did I get myself into partnering with these savages?

“No, just informing him what happens to troublemakers, that’s all,” Hemdal says.

“I don’t think we’ll have any troubles with this one,” the captain says as she wraps her arm around my waist. “Will we?”

I gulp down my nerves. “No Captain.”

“I see she’s already laid claim to you,” Farfu, the orc woman says. “Shame, I was looking to get a piece of that ass for myself.”

“Farfu, I might be willing to share for a good enough reason,” The captain throws the orc a smile. What does she mean by that?

“And that’s why I follow you, my Captain,” the orc’s grin has a sadistic undertone as she eyes me with possession.

I look up at the Captain nervously, does she honestly think I am some kind of treasure to be shared with?

“Now then, let’s stop standing around and get back to work. It’s getting late and I want to be to Red Water Bay.” Captain says, then she storms off. I rush to follow.

“Why do they call it Red Water Bay, is the water there really red?”

She laughs. “I may have been once when they fought over it. It earned its name during a war between pirates. There were so many deaths, it stained the water red.”

She grabs the wheel and stares out to the great beyond. The endless sea.

“Oh, I guess that makes sense,” I say.

“That is why there is a council of the 7 Pirate Lords now,” she says.

“Who are the 7 Pirate Lords,” I ask.

“You might see for yourself when we arrive,” she says. “For now, go get something to eat. You’ll need your strength for tonight.”

I raise an eyebrow as I meet her gaze. “And what’s tonight?”

A dark and devious smile crosses the captain’s face. “Tonight’s the night I collect my payment. Well… At least part of it. You’ll be sleeping in my bed for the entirety of the voyage.”

“You cannot be serious,” I say, stepping closer to the Captain.

“A deal is a deal, you traded your booty for the service of my crew. Don’t renege on our bargain. You don’t want to know what happens to those who can’t keep their word.” She gives me a look that could kill the undead. It sends a shiver down my spine. Especially with those dark black eyes.

“I… I am not one who goes back on my word,” I say.

“Good, I didn’t think you were a liar,” she says. “Now, go.”

I do not hesitate to get out of her sight. The woman intimidates me. Making my way down to the crew’s quarters where I find an Orc next to a big pot of stew. Off in the corner of the crew quarters I barely even see a white haired, black skinned figure. He has pointy ears like an elf, but his skin. It’s as black as an onyx.

“Ahh, you’re the elf that’s dragging us on this voyage,” he says.

I nod as I walk up to him.

“Well, my name is Woggha and I’m the one who’s going to be keeping you fed on this journey. Here, have some stew,” he says as he pours me a bowl. He’s go

I gladly take it and take a seat next to him. “Thank you, my name is Riyu Lumenor.”

“So tell me about this treasure we’re after,” he says.

“Well, we heading after my great ancestor Vanurato’s ship. He sort of went crazy and took a great deal of fortune in search of what he thought was a god,” I say.

“A god you say?” he asks as I dig into the stew. It is actually quite delicious.

“Yes, he thought there was some kind of god out there he could awaken and gain some kind of incredible power,” I say.

“And you believe this?” the orc asks.

“No, not really. Most of my family think he went mad. But he took a family heirloom that I would like to reclaim along with a boatload of gold,” I say.

“Well, I am glad we’re not chasing myths,” he says.

“Nope, just gold,” I laugh.

“That’s why we’re pirates,” he laughs. The black skinned elf suddenly gets up and leaves the crew’s quarter.

“Can I ask, who or what is he?” I say.

“Him, that’s Kai Urisandoral. He’s a drow. They come from lands in the east. You do not want to get in his way. He’s one of the most deadliest of assassins,” the orc says.

“And he’s part of the crew?”

“Yes, somehow captain persuaded him to join,” he says. “She certainly has a way with people.”

“This stew is delicious, what is in it?” I ask.

“Ehh, a little bit of this and a little bit of that,” he says with a sly grin.

“Woggha, tell me we’re not eating more of that stew you concocted,” an orc female asks. Do not tell me this one has a cock as well.

“The boy over here says it’s delicious,” Woggha laughs. Why does everyone treat me as if I’m a child?

“The boy must not know what good food is,” she says. I gotta say, between this female orc, they are changing the beliefs I held that all orcs are ugly beasts. They are both quite beautiful. She’s got long green hair in a braid with bangs that fall just above her eyes. Her tusks are a little bigger than Farfu’s but not as big as Woggha’s. Her skin is a little browner than Woggha’s and Farfu’s. Woggha’s skin is a darker green than Farfu’s. But like Farfu, she’s got breasts almost as big as my head and a body that looks as if it were chiseled out of stone. She wears similar garbs as Farfu. Her eyes are dirt brown just like Farfu’s and Woggha’s.

“I’m not a boy! I’m well over 300 cycles!”

The orcs stare at each other before nearly falling over laughing. “And how many battles have you fought?” the other orc asks.

“Well, I spent most of my life in the arcane academy, this is actually the first time I have been outside of Isyelnaes.

“Therefore, you are a boy,” she says. She grabs a bowl of stew from Woggha and sits down.

“How many battles have you been in?” I ask.

“More than I can count,” she says.

“You do not think we will end up in a battle on this voyage, do you?” I ask.

“I overheard you said we’re chasing your ancestor’s ship?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“What do you think happened to it?” she asks.

“Well, the map shows the artifact is on the Kar lands,” I say.

“Then we will most certainly end up in battle,” she laughs.

“Really? What resides there that would threaten us?” I ask. “Surely the tales cannot be true. Are there really centaurs?”

She nods. “Yes, and they’re big and hard to kill. If you are unlucky enough to come across one, either kill it or kill yourself. You do not want to be captured alive by a centaur.”

“Why is that?” I ask.

“They’ll take you as a slave and use you as a fucking post,” she says.

“You cannot be serious!” I say.

“As serious as the dead.” She takes a bite of stew.

“Yes, I’ve heard they’ll tie up their slaves installs like we tie up horses. When they need to get off, they’ll just mount up on the stall and hammer away at them,” Woggha says. “It’s not pretty.”

My jaw drops at his statement.

“And they’ve got some fat cocks. Some are even bigger than a regular horse dick,” the orc woman says.

“I… I…”

They both break out laughing.

“Relax kid, you’re with us. Besides, word on the ship is that Captain’s already claimed your ass, so you have nothing to fear,” Woggha says. “When captain claims her booty, nothing will take it from her and no one will get between her and her booty. She’s far more fearsome than any centaur.”

“Are you serious?” I ask. My eyes go wide. “I know Deldorais are hard to beat in combat, but she cannot be that strong, can she?”

Once again, they are both laughing. The woman practically spits out a mouth full of food.

“I reckon there isn’t a mortal alive that can take on the Captain,” says a dwarf who just came in.

“Ahh, Broufol, nice of you to join us,” Woggha says as he dishes up the dwarf a bowl. The dwarf is the shortest I have ever seen. He has a head full of red hair and a beard to match. He does not have a mustache though. He wears a simple linen shirt with leather pants that are far too big and leather boots as well.

“Thanks for the grub, Woggha.” He takes the bowl and sits down next to me. He nods at the orc woman. “Glasha. See you’ve been having fun without me.”

“Woggha and I have been telling the boy about the perils of our journey,” she says.

“Ah, yes. When doesn’t a journey have paroles? We are pirates aren’t we?” he laughs.

“What kind of perils do you think we will face?” I ask.

“Besides the centaurs?” Glasha asks.

I nod.

“Well, hopefully, we don’t run into any of the other pirate crews, especially Thornwulf. That dwarf is a nasty one, always looking for trouble,” Glasha says.

“They're not the only ones,’ Broufol says. “There’s that twig, Ashor and his band of uppity high elves.”

Brouful pauses eating and looks over at me. “Don’t mean any offense.”

“None taken,” I say.

“We’d be lucky if other pirate crews were the only threats we face out on the water,” Woggha says.

“What do you mean by that?” I ask.

“Let's not forget about the sea monsters out there. I’d much rather face another band of pirates over the Kraken!” he says.

“Hogwash, you know as well as any that the Kraken is just a myth,” Glasha says.

“So you say, but I know an orc who’s seen it with his own eyes and I believe him,” he says.

“And those are just the threats we’d face at sea. We haven’t even touched all that lies on the land we’re heading,” Brouful says. “I overheard you say Centaurs, that could only mean we’re heading to the Kar land. Lets up we don’t face a tribe of enemy Kar. They can be quite vicious.”

“Not to mention the creatures that lie in that damnable forest,” Glasha says.

“Yes, they can be pretty nasty,” Woggha says.

“They’re worse than the wood elves. Living plant people. Blimey!” Brouful says.

“What’s worse than the wood elves?” Captain Azariah asks as she strolls towards.

“Captain! Did I say something about wood elves?” he asks turning beat red.

“If you’re talking about the Bli or the Dryads that reside in the forest of the Kar lands, then you shouldn’t worry. Even though they can be quite deadly, they’ll not pay us any trouble as long as we don’t harm their plants,” she says.

I guess as a wood elf she would know best. Do they share a possible connection?

She takes a bowl and sits down with the rest of us.

“So captain, maybe later I can entice you into a game of chance?” Brouful asks.

“And what do you intend to lose this time?” she asks.

“This time I intend to win your share of the loot!” he says.

“That’s what you said last time,” she laughs. “You’re gambling only lines my pockets with more gold.”

I finish eating and clean my bowl before handing back to Woggha. “Look at that, finally someone who cleans up after themselves,” Woggha laughs.

“Don’t get used to it,” Glasha smirks.

The Captain is quick to wolf down her bowl. “Riyu, you and I have some business to attend to.”

The rest of the crew all snicker. “Good luck little elf,” Glasha laughs. “You’ll need it if you want to survive a night with the Captain.”

The captain gives Glasha a sharp look, but a grin flashes beneath it.

What did I do to deserve this?

I follow the silently follow the captain as my stomach sank to the ground. These were the terms I agreed to. If this is the cost of getting the family heirloom back and taking my claim to the family fortune from Shayu than so be it.

Captain and I make our way to the captain’s quarters. The night is quiet. I look up to see a sky full of stars. I’m struck by it’s magnificent.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” the captain asks.

I nod.

“It’s nights like these that remind me why I sail,” she says.

“Now come on, I’ve been dying to get you in my bed,” she says, grabbing my arm and dragging me behind her.

Once inside the captain’s quarters, my jaw drops seeing Damaris as naked as the day she was born. She’s soaking in the captain’s tub. She gets up and shows off the entirety of her naked body. Her breasts are the size of melons. Her body has been looking as if it has been carved from rock. Her stomach is chiseled with abs. The only fat seems to be on her behind. And what an ass it is. I’m relieved to see a smooth surface between her legs with a small patch of hair above her vagina.

The Captain walks over and wraps her arms around the woman, pulling her into a kiss. Her hands travel down the woman’s body, grabbing hold of her butt. After a long passionate kiss, they finally pull apart.

Damaris’s eyes fall upon me. “I see you’ve brought us a toy to play with.”

“Of course, my love. Let’s have some fun,” she smirks.

Damaris gets out of the tub and dries off. Damaris helps the captain strip off her clothes, revealing the captain’s rock hard body and her even harder cock. It is just so big!

The women turn their attention to me. They both strut over and start pulling at my clothes. Before I can object, I’m as naked as they are.

Azariah grabs my cock and guides me over to the bed, she climbs on and lays down at the top of the bed before beckoning me over with her finger. “Why don’t you come here and give my cock a taste.”

How did I get myself in this situation? Am I really go through with this? If my family found out, they would disown me.

And yet, I find myself crawling up to her cock. Her dick is just a breadth away from my face. Azariah brings her hand up to my face and caresses my cheek. “Such a pretty little thing you are. Damaris, how lucky are we to have this beautiful elf in our possession?”

“Very lucky, my love.” I feel her behind me as her hands grab a hold of my cheeks. “Let me get the boy’s ass ready for you, my captain.”

“That would be lovely,” Azariah says. Suddenly Damaris has her face buried in my ass as her tongue licks up and down my crack before slipping inside me. I let out a whimper. I didn’t expect it to feel so good. Azariah reaches up and runs her hand through my hair before she pulls me, bringing my face down to her throbbing cock. The musky smell of her crotch takes over my senses. Surprisingly it actually smells rather good.

As the head of her cock kisses my lips, she doesn’t relent. I am forced to open my lips as the tip of her dick slips in.

The taste of it is not as bad as I thought it would be. A hint of saltiness. The texture is rather spongey. She helps me bob up and down on her dick. “Be a dear and suck on it.”

I do as I’m told and suck it. “Urgh, that feels good. Use your tongue.”

I swirl my tongue around the tip before she pushes my head down. Her dick hits the back of my throat and I start coughing and gagging.

She lets out a giggle. “You’re so adorable when you gag on my cock.”

I look up into those pitch-black eyes with fire red irises. The look on her face radiates pure possession and sultry sadism. She pulls down on my head, forcing her dick back in my mouth. All the while, Damaris is fanatically devouring my ass. She’s got a death grip on my thighs as she eats out my ass.

The fact that my own little cock is stiffer than a board leaves me dumbfounded.

As soon as the Captain’s cock hits the back of my throat, I gag and cough. She doesn’t relent, forcing all the way down my throat until my nose hits her small patch of pubes. “That’s it my newfound pet. Take all of my cock.”

She holds me there as I struggle for air. Tears stream down my cheeks. I grab and claw at her thighs until she releases me.

I cough and gag as spit drools down my chin all while I desperately gasp for air.

“Hmm, his ass is just so delicious. Fuck, why do elves have the best asses?” Damaris says as she dives back in.

“I beg to differ, yours is truly divine. But it is hard to argue, this elf has an ass to die for,” she says. “Speaking of his ass. I think it’s about time I get a taste of it.”

“Yes, Captain. It’s nice and ready for you,” Damaris says.

“Aww, you’re too sweet,” Captain says as she gets up and walks around me. Damaris and her switch places as she climbs to the top of the bed. “Riyu, my dear. Why don’t you thank Damaris for getting your ass nice and wet for my cock by licking that nice and wet pussy of hers.”

Damaris scoots her crotch closer to my face. Her pussy is dripping wet. Now, I can do this. I do not even hesitate before burying my face between her thighs. She moans as I give her whole cunny a tongue bath.

I squirm as I feel the Captain’s tongue against my asshole. Dread falls over me as I realize what she intends to do next.

I wince as she slaps my ass.

A shiver goes down my spine as I feel the head of her cock slide up and down the ass of my crack. All the while, I slide my tongue up and down the clit of Damaris. She grabs my hair and starts to grind her hips against my face. I grunt in pain as the tip of Azariah’s cock starts to force itself inside my ass. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks.

I grip Damaris’s thighs and grit my teeth as Azariah’s cock pops inside my butt. “Please! No more! It hurts…”

“Awww, you poor thing. Don’t worry, the worst part is over,” Azariah says.

“Yes, getting the dick in is always the most painful part,” Damaris agrees. Her hand gripping my hair tightens as she pushes me up against her vagina. “No don’t stop licking. Get that tongue deep inside me.”

I stick my tongue deep up her wet steaming hot cunt and explore the depths of her pussy.

A grunt escapes my lips as Azariah pushes further inside me. Damaris grinds her cunt all over my face.

Little by little, Azariah sinks her dick inside me. It hurts so much, but not as bad as when she first pushed inside me and Damaris will not cease. I believe she fully intends to smother me as she squeezes her thighs against my head. I do my best to please the woman by licking every inch of her pussy. Even this little nobby thing. Every time I touch it she goes wild. Moaning ecstatically.

“God he is such a good cuntlicker, captain. Can we keep him? Please?” she asks. I look up into her eyes. “Urgh, just look at those luminescent deep blue eyes. It’s like I’m staring into the sea itself.”

“Oh, I fully intend to keep him. Besides, once we’re done with him, he’ll be begging to be our pet, love,” Azariah says as she shoves more of that dick inside me, causing me to squirm. She doesn’t stop until her hips meet my ass. “Oh