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."
