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Prologue: The Meeting
The captain stepped onto land timidly. It had been at least 3 months since his ship had docked. He always hated it. There were so many things to worry about; the authority, rivals, angry woman, the husbands of angry women. It was always a gamble, but here, he was excited. He had never docked here before, and he was looking forward to the chance to wench and drink.
He walked down the dirty streets, still half expecting to get shot at any moment. As such, he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, right next to his pistol. A seedy little spot caught his eye while he walked, just a few yards down the road. The sign read, "The Submissive Succubus." He was intrigued, he liked places like this, they always gave him the chance to grab a girl, fuck her, and then be on his way.
He walked in, immediately being accosted with the powerful aroma of alcohol and vomit. He smiled slightly. He knew he would like it here. As he went to find a seat, he noticed a particularly clean looking wench trying to weave her way through a maze of groping and invasive hands. Her blonde hair swung from side to side in a tight ponytail, he tits bounced slightly, and her hips moved entrancingly the way she was forced to bend, avoiding the hands of the drunkards around her.
He didnt even take one step towards her before a particularly ugly drunk got up from his seat as she walked by and grabbed her by the throat. He threw her down on the table and lifted up her skirt. She wasnt wearing anything under it, and he giggled stupidly as he shoved three fingers inside her. She yelped but then stayed quiet. It was the policy of most of these places that these things happen, the less the wench fights, the better it is for her. The captain had never liked stupid drunks taking advantage of women because they were stronger. If they liked it, that was one thing, but this...he couldn't stand for. However, he wanted to see where the drunk would take the situation; perhaps he would gain a reason to kill the man, instead of just beating him.
He pulled his fingers out of her and started fumbling with the buttons on his pants. Once he finally got his cock out, the captain almost laughed out loud. The man was as hard as a rock, and maybe a full 3 and a half inches in length, along with being the skinniest cock he had ever seen. His hand reached down to the handle of his pistol and almost at the exact moment the man was fully inside her, there was also a bullet fully inside his skull. He fell to the ground and the pub grew quiet instantly. They all looked over at the captain, who just stood there, grinning like a fool, as happy as could be. His canines were longer than normal, ground down to sharp points, his long black beard reached down to his sternum, and his moustache, almost equally as long, braided and beaded. Every one who might have thought that they would be angry at the intrusion immediately thought better of dealing with a man who took so much joy in death.
The captain, now straight faced, walked over to the wench and pulled her up off the table. He sat down on the chair the dead man had once sat in and pulled out his cock. He took the girl and set her down on top of him. She moaned slightly as he entered her. She rocked back and forth for a few minutes before she shook with her orgasm. The captain picked her up and sat her down on top of the nearest table. He started stroking his cock over her face and then shot his cum all down her body. She looked up at him innocently and said, "My clothes are ruined." He tore all the clothes off her body in one clean motion, slapped her ass slightly and then said, "Now get me a fucking whiskey before I stick this all the way down your throat."
She hesitated, almost as though she was considering taking him up on that offer. The captain was really beginning to like this girl. She got up to get him his drink and as she walked away, the captain watched her beautiful shapely ass sway back and forth. A thought suddenly occurred to him and he asked, "What's your name, whore?"
"Betsy, sir."
"Forget the whiskey and meet me at the docks tonight, Betsy." This woman would be the perfect addition to his crew.