NOTES: Firstly, PLEASE READ PRIOR CHAPTERS because it builds up the story. Secondly, warning to those who don't like the nonconsensual stuff because it is much stronger in this chapter, so if you don't like that then skip the obvious parts where it's about to happen. Thirdly, I love the feedback in emails and comments. I'm glad someone noticed by esoteric references. Lastly, there's going to be a two-week delay until the last two chapters, but they'll be uploaded within days of each other by very early August. I have another story I'd like to work on already that isn't fantasy.
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The next few months were particularly dry on the ocean. The Red Tease, Ellya, had sailed to various islands for hints about pirate Captain Goldstriker. She mailed letters all over the ocean for crumbs of the man who murdered her parents. The crew didn't care for her revenge odyssey, but rather, the reward of her body. The men had a solid introduction with Captain Ellya. Previously, lads climaxed all over her massive 18-year-old peaks, but now... time slogged.
The ship was kept in pristine condition, slight changes were made to color the hull to an iridescent purple and the floors to a bone white, but the velvet sails retained their intimidating contrast against the blue and white pastel sky. The men stayed in a uniform that looked eerily similar to the Sod Guard, but without the red shoulder caps. Despite all the grand work into decorating and maintenance, treasure collecting and bounty hunting, it wasn't enough to appease any favors from The Red Tease. Every moment she walked on deck and back, eyes glued to her body. Seeing her puppies encased in the white poet shirt, which tucked into her tight leather pants, was always a tempting treat. She was friendly with the crew and often flirted, but this was her way of tugging on their strings.
Captain Ellya was leaning on a rail outside the door to her quarters. She enjoyed watching her crew run around the Velvet Beauty hoisting sails, scrubbing the deck, and transferring cargo. She smiled inwardly at her accomplishments of being a full fledged captain--a true Pirate Maiden. As she was lost in self-admiration Gabbit's talons clattered up the stairs.
The redhead's eyes followed the sound "Oy, Gabbit! Why ya never wear ya shoes?"
"My toes are uncomfortable in those rubbery prisons!"
The redhead admired how professional Gabbit had looked as her first mate. The loincloth-wearing savage she had become accustomed to loose leather armor. Though they were sized for a 4.5 ft child, it was much better than having her 2nd in command walk around like an unleashed dog.
Ellya looked to the top of Gabbit's head "why ya wearin' that silly cap on ya head?"
"My signature gray cap!" He said with a simple bow of his head to exhibit the cranial adornment.
"Yea but it don't match ya uniform at all. And what idiot would think a goblin ranks with two golden hooks for the Sod Guard?"
"Ahh" Gabbit pulled his hat off. "But it's a compartment for my favorite toy!" He showed that the underside of his cap contained two gold coins.
"You little creatures love ya sex and gold, yea?" The girl shot at him.
"That's not the best part! It's this" He held the two gold coins between his thumb and index finger and began to rub them together."
Ellya shot a look of embarrassment at the smiling critter.
"Is rubbing two coins some kinda innuendo for fuckin'?"
Gabbit stopped polishing the coins against each other.
"You mean... you don't hear it?"
"I kinda hear the metal rubbing against each other."
"Really?" Gabbit furrowed his eyes.
"Yea why?"
"It sounds like two bells ringing in harmony to me..."
It was true. The goblin's ears were fantastic at absorbing the vibrations of gold. It came across as an almost meditative sound that induced a calming, hypnotic effect. It was a mix of wind chimes and a heavenly choir humming in a vacuous hall.
"Ya a crazy li'l creature, ya know?" Ellya spouted.
"Could you tell by lookin' at me?" The goblin hopped in place to exaggerate his stature.
She looked down at the creature then back to the deck, feeling the wind caress her face.
"So what gossip brings ya up to me?"
Gabbit tilted his head up to watch her, enjoying the swell of Ellya's clothes and the plump of her rear. He had the perfect view for breastfeeding.
"Nothing novel, my Cold Flame. But erh..."
"Why ya gotta pause and let me hang on to the end of ya sentence like that?"
Gabbit chuckled through his nose "...but uh...the crew is feeling a little blue in the balls. Maybe we oughta get some release."
"Somethin' wrong with ya hands?"
"No..."
"What about ya imagination, something wrong between ya pointy ears?"
"No..."
"Then I don't see any issue with the shade of ya balls." She glanced at him annoyed.
As Ellya returned to her view, she bit her lower lip as she saw Chad Thunderbolt. The blonde man was tall and athletic. His youthful and boyish features looked good on his strong jaw and eyes. The man looked good in the crew's white butler-like uniform. She knew the boy awoke to begin his chores and complete her favorite part of the day: delivering breakfast with a friendly chat.
Gabbit interrupted the dessert for her eyes "Captain?"
"What now, Gabbit?
"Why are we sailing to University Channel Islands? You plan on enrolling?"
"Nah ah, I don't need me a paper to tell me I'm gifted."
Gabbit thought she was certainly gifted with her body, but perhaps she was not as intelligent as she believed herself.
Ellya continued on "We's gettin' a navigator."
"Is she pretty?"
"For me sake, I hope so." Ellya said. "That ain't it all. I got word that a recruiter for Captain Goldstriker was stationed at one of the bars."
Giggly, Gabbit joked, "oh, another li'l bar adventure. You cravin' fun, Captain?"
Captain Ellya saw Chad walk up the deck with a silver platter and dome top.
Eying the boy she smiled "Somethin' like that."
She waved her hand at Gabbit, "get a move on, mate. I'm gonna get me fill of some grub."
Gabbit walked down the steps and passed by Chad. He felt tiny next to Chad's chiseled calves. Rubbernecking back to the captain, she saw a twinkle in her eye at the pale boy.
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Ellya sat in her quarters, waiting for the platter to be served at her small marble table. Chad presented the dish with the lid above. With culinary showmanship, he withdrew the silver dome and revealed a nice crispy salmon and mashed potatoes.
Ellya clapped her hands, studying his face, she said "so yummeh."
She stood up and went to the chest in the corner of her room "let me get ya a tip."
Ellya bent her ass towards the boy and sifted through her cabinet for a few gold coins. Chad tried to keep his eyes up at the ceiling, admiring the vine-like engravings.
"How'd ya get so good at bein' a chef?" The lustful vixen asked. "Did ya study it or learn from ya mum?"
"Uhh. Myself." Chad looked back down briefly, his eyes wandered over the leather fabric, stretching to their limit on that round apple shape.
"Fuckin' really!?"
"Yes, m'am. I taught myself when I had time away from studies."
"Were ya a student? What'd ya study?"
"Poetry."
"Oh, I love poetry! You oughta sing me some."
The Captain pulled some gold coins from her chest and turned back. The blonde lad turned his attention back to Ellya as she approached him.
He stammered "My focus was impromptu poetry."
"Was that mean?" She tilted her head with her teeth playfully biting her tongue.
"Well, I have the ability to conjure poems in a competitive manner."
"Go on, show me how big the muscles in ya brain is."
"Yes, m'am." Chad straightened his back and cleared his throat.
In a deeper and poetic tone he began...
"Men have this small idea...
...that they must only lead."
"But if they served Ellya (el-E-Yuh)...
...those silly thoughts would heed."
"AHH!!! LOVELY WORK!!!" Ellya jumped up, jiggling her knockers in front of the boy her age.
"Thank you, m'am. I appreciate your response." He gently bowed his head towards the girl.
"Get on the bed." She smiled.
"Sorry, m'am?"
"Ellya, just call me Ellya... and it's the captain's orders to put ya chiseled ass on me bed."
In a flustered limp, Chad sat on the bed. His eyes wide as he awaited his captain's next movement.
The redhead's fingers roamed her hair to the back of her shoulders. She stood over Chad and rested both hands on his upper thighs. Her chest pushed towards his face, showing off her pleasure valley. Chad puffed up in surprise as he looked up to see her deep blue eyes piercing him.
"Now tell ya captain the truths." She whispered. "Were ya starin' at me ass?"
"I-uh. Y-.. N- Yes, ma'm."
Ellya picked herself up, removing her hands off the chef's thighs. "I thought so."
"Am I in--Oooooh... Poseidon..."
Ellya turned around and dropped her tightly gifted ass onto his crotch and began to grind against the boy. His cock thickened as he watched her bubbled shaped rear massage against his hard-on in a circular motion. Chad slowly put his hands over her waist. He couldn't believe how naturally slim her lower back side was.
The 18-year-old captain purred "You like that, mate?"
"Yeah" he exhaled breathlessly. "Oooh, your ass is bemusing."
She chuckled "Ah, ya got a way with words, huh?" She began to ground against his cock faster. The bed creaked on the floor and the sheets loosened from the bed. Her leathery pants squawked as it ruffled against the cotton that laid above his meat.
"I got a way with words, too, ya know." She laughed loudly.
"Sh-show me." The chiseled man begged.
