The wind battered the side of the ship, and sprayed salt water up over the deck as the crew made effort to keep the sails under control. The day was glorious; sun bright in the blue sky, with white clouds making the heavens look picturesque. However, the sea itself was choppy, the wind having picked up once they left the islands behind them and entered the more open ocean.
"Pull on those ropes!" Cried a woman's voice, strong with authority. "If you could tug those fuckin' sails as good as you could your dicks, we'd be fine right now!"
"Yes ma'am!" They cried in unison, before returning to their boystrous singing of the big-breasted maidens they would love the night before the cataclysm came.
The first-mate stood on the side of the ship with an arm wrapped around a thick rope, sea-spray causing her white shirt to press tightly against her body; hugging large breasts and making her nipples perk. Her cleavage, showing through the barely enough lace to keep her clothing together, could attract the eye of any man, much less the sailors who would spend months at a time without a woman, yet desired them in the shadow of this one.
Her skin was a darker than the majority of the crew. She was coloured a sweet chocolate-y caramel, with her hair being a darker shade of brown than that. The lightest part of her body were her eyes, coloured like almonds and just as nice to look at. Most knew her as the Seracian; one of the few to venture from their island home in the tropics east of the Empire, but her crew knew her as Nekala - the most dangerous and voluptuous twenty-six year old who sailed under the pirate flag.
She was an adventurer and nymphomaniac, as famous as Kinds and as deadly as assassins.
"Where's the captain?" She cried, swinging down to the deck towards one of the older men, who was busy trying to knot rope around a wooden hold.
"In his cabin!" He replied, shouting over the wind and shaking water out of his hair. "Somethin' important, ma'am?"
"My cunt's wet. I can't tell whether it's all this sea-water or I just want to fuck someone!" She replied, never one to use fancy words or act like a timid girly. She was brutal and honest, just like the rest of the men. "And stop starin' at my tits, 'cause you're never gonna get to taste 'em old-timer!"
She moved off, trying to keep balance as she moved up along the rocking boat towards a metal door hinged to a wooden frame. A plaque had once read "The Sea Fox's Den" above it, but the salt air had erroded most of the letters years ago. Without knocking or announcing herself, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
"Damn it, Nekala. Close the god damn door!" The Captain grumbled as he dropped his book to his lap. His cock had been in his hands, but was too hard to follow the literature when he released it.
"Playing with yourself again, Mirdas? I thought I told you to come find me whenever you needed taking care of," she replied, her tone of voice melting away any hope of a non-lust filled outcome. The stubborn man would still probably make her work for it, though.
"You know how it is," he replied, watching her closely as she removed her soaking black boots and tossed them into the corner. "Sleep with the same woman too many times and you start to desire some difference in your sex life."
"Oh?" She grinned, pushing her curvaceous hips to one side as she slid her soaking shirt over her head. Her naked breasts bounced back into their resting position as she tossed the shirt down by her boots, her body shivering slightly as cold hands ran down her perfectly formed stomach. Her muscle never seemed to emasculate her figure... Only compliment it. "And who are you sleeping with this fine afternoon?"
"A priestess of the lust God," he grinned, crossing his arms behind his head and lying back into his chair. "A woman with huge, mouth-watering breasts like pillows of cloud, who seeks sex and orgasm daily in order to achieve a feeling of being closer to her almighty lord."
"I've always wanted to be a lady of the altar. Those sexy robes and lovely jewelry. Do you think they wear panties under that silk and cloth?" She teased, her belt undone by her hands allowing her brown pants to fall to the ground. She was nude now, her mound adorned by a bouncy tuft of brown hair a couple of inches above her clitoris.
"I hope not," he smirked, watching her restlessly as his hand already left the position behind him to sneak down to his dick again. He found himself wrapping his fingers around the shaft, the very sight of his first-mate enough to cause him to pleasure himself.
"And yet you're harder now that I'm in here with you than you were alone with your priestess," she spoke, moving closer to his desk and bending over it; breasts plumped up by shoulders pressing them together and a sneaky finger sliding down to her labia to tease and test her growing moistness.
"Well of course. No priestess could match up to the legendary beauty of the Seracian," he smirked, hand pumping more as he watched her eyes linger on his member.
"Of course not. No other cunt could please your dick like mine," she said, smiling with desire as she propped one knee up on the desk and climbed atop it and slowly crawled towards his body.
"Oh, I can think of a few," the Captain grinned, removing his hands and dropping both arms down by his side to allow her full access to him when she arrived, and arrive she did. She crawled up along his legs and thighs, his dick brushing against her own inner as she lay along his body and straddled his hips so that she could pull his head into her awaiting breasts and smother him.
She groaned deeply with desire as he felt his tongue lick the center of her chest, between her boobs, and his stubble rough against her nipples as his hands reached up to take them in both.
