Adeline thought she could never return to the ocean again. When she was sold to the palace, she thought it would be the place where she remained for the rest of her life. Part of her had despaired then. Although Adeline had wanted to leave the ocean, even to the point where she exchanged her tail to a pair of legs, the ocean was something she was familiar with. It was where she was born and lived for most of her life. Even though she was always bullied by the other merpeople, the sea was in her blood.
As she drew in a deep breath, the tension flowed out of her. The sun shone down brightly and the breeze carried the familiar scent of salt. She could almost feel the water on her skin.
"Come on." A large hand nudged her forward.
Adeline almost tripped over her feet and fell face-first on the ground. She had been absorbed by the sight of the ocean that she had stopped walking.
The man behind her caught a fistful of her cloak and tugged her back.
"Good heavens, did we fuck you so much it made your knees weak?" the man said, leering at her.
He wrapped an arm around Adeline and hauled her against his body.
"That's enough, Alfred."
Alfred heard the order from his captain and let go of Adeline unwillingly.
"Wait till you're on board the ship," Alfred told her. The intense desire in his eyes made Adeline shiver.
Gerald walked up to Adeline's side. He made sure that the cloak covered Adeline more securely. When Alfred tugged on her just now, it had parted and revealed her bare body beneath. It had drawn a curious look or two from the people at the docks. The last thing Gerald wanted was for Adeline to draw attention here.
Adeline held her clock tightly together. She remembered that it belonged to Niri. Niri would never get her cloak back now.
The walk from the tavern to the docks wasn't as far as she had thought. She had already been exhausted from all the fucking from the men in the tavern. They had fucked her all night, one after another, taking turns resting in between. She couldn't remember all of it, for she had fallen asleep in between the bouts of sex. Royce had left somewhere in the night and wasn't seen again. He had indeed left her to the crewmates.
Her stomach sloshed as she walked. The men had filled her up with semen. There were so much inside her that some of the semen simply dribbled out when she stood. The barkeep had used a cork from a bottle to plug her up so she would not make a mess on the tavern floor. It had kept the rest of the semen within her. Adeline wished she could take it out so she could expel the men's seed. At the same time, walking with a stomach full of semen and a cork within her was arousing to her. All the sexual training she had received from the different men had taught her to take pleasure in this.
They walked down the long pier where their ship was tied up. The crewmates surrounded Adeline, taking care to ensure her presence wasn't noticed by anyone. It was a common thing for a crew to have a whore or two on a ship, but not one who was as pretty as Adeline. She would most definitely draw the jealousy from other crews.
Gerald knew where Adeline was from and knew where she had gone. He didn't know how she had left the palace but from the vagueness of the other man, Royce, Gerald could deduce Adeline was probably sneaked out.
While Gerald enjoyed fucking Adeline, he did not want to lose his head over it.
However, as they walked down the pier, another captain shouted at him.
"Hey, Gerald! Fine morning to set out, isn't it? Good breeze for the sails."
Taylor was an older weathered captain who had spent most of his life on ships. Gerald had worked under him before he saved up enough money to buy his own ship and hire a crew. Gerald respected the older captain. There was no way he could ignore a greeting from the other man.
"Morning, cap'n," Gerald said. He had never stopped addressing Taylor as captain even though he was no longer part of Taylor's crew. Gerald stopped to speak to Taylor while his crew, and Adeline, continued heading to his ship.
Taylor was sharp-eyed enough to catch a glimpse of a cloaked figure amongst the men.
"You hired a whore this time?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah. Cost me a penny from the bawdyhouse."
Taylor eyed Gerald for a long time, making Gerald feel like a scrawny boy of fourteen all over again. Taylor ran a tight ship. He was the one who had taught Gerald, and one of Taylor's rules was no women on the ship. It would lead to arguments and fights. It distracted the men from their jobs. The ocean was a feisty one, and an ununited crew could easily lead to their deaths.
Gerald shuffled his feet. He mustered a smile and muttered, "Gotta go, cap'n."
To Gerald's surprise, Taylor said nothing about Adeline's presence. Instead, he commented, "Have you heard about the escaped slave from the palace?"
Gerald shook his head. "Not at all. What about it?"
"Heard that the slave was responsible for killing the king. The prince had sent out people to find her."
This was the first Gerald had heard this news. His crew had come to port last night and stopped by the tavern. Although he had seen the soldiers roaming the streets, he did not know that they were searching for someone. No wonder everyone was so skittish lately.
"You might want to set out when the weather is clear." Taylor pat Gerald on the shoulder. Gerald got the sense that Taylor knew everything.
"We will."
"May the tides of fortune be with you." Taylor said.
Gerald shrugged off the feeling of unease and returned to the ship. The crew had gotten to work immediately and in no time at all, they were ready to set off. Wexley had tied Adeline's hands together and tied her to the mast.
Gerald took one glance at Adeline. With her hands tied before her, her cloak parted, revealing her luscious figure beneath. Her breasts were perky, topped with pink tips that would tempt any man or babe to suckle on them. Her small waist and flared hips allowed a man to grip her easily during fucking. Her round ass provided much bounce too. Most importantly, her pussy was hot and tight and could clench down hard on a man's cock. A man could spend all day between her thighs.
Adeline looked up when he approached. Just looking at her face and his eyes went to her red lips. He remembered how good it felt to have those lips wrapped around his cock, the way she watched him with her watery eyes as he thrust his whole length into mouth and watched her choked as he spewed his seed into her.
His cock hardened in his pants even now. A fierce wave of desire rushed through him. He wanted to tear the cloak from her and throw her down on the deck and fuck her brains out. It was only because he remembered he had to set sail that he held himself back. By now, all thoughts of apprehensiveness fled his mind. He strode away from her.
"Prepare to cast off!" he shouted to his crew.
"Aye aye cap'n!"
Adeline watched as the crew scrambled around. She could feel the ship rock to the movement of the waves. Two seagulls flew overhead, their cries occasionally interrupting the men's shouts.
She remembered the day when she first broke through the surface of the sea, the first time she had seen the sky, how glorious it was. Now the sun made her skin feel dry and coarse. Her legs ached for her tail. Unlike the other merpeople, Adeline's inability to change her tail into legs made her yearn for long, beautiful legs. But now, that desire was gone. She wanted to have her tail back. Her curiosity about land had long been diminished by the animalistic lust of men surrounding her.
Time passed. The ship had long left the port and into open waters before the crew gathered around Adeline once more. One of them opened a cask of ale and was passing mugs filled to the brim with the brew to the others. When they sold Adeline, they had received good money for her. Some of it had gone to procuring good ale. Between the ale and Adeline, the crew were in high spirits.
"I say, we should wash her off before we fuck her again. I, for one, would love to have my dick where it wasn't sloppy," Chad grumbled, eyeing Adeline as he took a swig of the ale.
"You help made it sloppy too," Alfred piped up.
"That was last night with the others. Tonight, we have her to ourselves."
"She'll just get sloppy again," Alfred pointed out.
Hale stepped forward, reached out to one pink nipple and pinched it between his fingers. His touch grew a soft gasp from Adeline.
"It doesn't matter to me either way, though I can do the lathering up," Hale interrupted the quarrel with a sly grin.
Chad rolled his eyes. "No way. We can do lather her up together." He turned to Gerald. "What do you say, cap'n?"
