[15:28] Bitchmeat #4 waves her flintlock around. Her breasts barely contained by a thin red top, the back of it traveling down her sides and back. Her captains hat on at an odd angle. And her lucious booty contained in some clingy blue shorts. She had several other flintlock pistols placed around her body. But most notibly diffirent feature she had was a quite slutty tattoo on her lower back. Only tiny bits of it being able to be seen as she had it covered by the top. She also had a saber on her side in a scabbard. With one hand on the wheel she'd survey the ship. A quite nice ship. Mostly blue, fairly fast and with a fair amount of firepower. She'd look over at her first mate. On the crew of all females. She seemed to have an arangement with most of them. And the captain herself was always somewhat vexed when it came up. She'd take a deep breath. Not really being aware of why this was so. The prevous first mate having dissapared in port. And Danalia quickly having worked her way up. Having looted a ship recently there was a few women on board that came as "Recruits." Were also on the deck. Tied to various poles until they decided to be nice. Now rich in spices, gold and jewlery. Some of it hung around her own neck and on her fingers she'd slowly say. "Well. Not long untill port. I suppose you and some of the girls are going to go ashore?

[15:43] Danalia took a drag of her cigarette they had looted from the previous merchant ship, the wind billowing the puff of smoke she exhaled away in mere moments. Scantily dressed like nearly all the women on this 'quite nice' ship were, her luscious and full breasts bulged out against the thin blue - it matched the color of the ship after all - top she wore. Showing off her tanned, lustrous skin marvelously, seemingly having little in the way of shame or worries of showing off her salt-sprayed, toned and almost exotically tanned skin. Except for the lower half of her, which was of course - kept covered in a very tight, very constrictive looking pair of shorts - The first-mate had a fat ass that plumped out of the backside of the pants marvelously. Jiggling and shaking, swaying from side to side with every unintentionally seductive step - as well as a little something, ungodly large and 'extra' that was nearly constantly outlined, wrapped around the side of her pants and bent lewdly. As thick as most of the strong women's arms in the ship, and practically just as long - it was very hard to deny her tight shorts hid her cock and pair of two, sloshing balls at all, really. Wrapped around her hip and essentially stabbing into one of her ass cheeks at all time, it was clear if she sat down in any real way the thing would break lose, and slide out of her leg, ruining her modesty - the few times it has happened, it was very difficult to not stare at the sheer monstrous length of it all. Veiny, coated in sweat and dripping what most certainly was viscous pre-cum. The only one on the ship who hadn't felt its 'wrath' - often multiple girls all in one night, filling up the ship with whorish moans and slutty gasps for more - was the captain. Left alone, in her captain's room. Only to hear what ~should~ have been happening to her day after day. Unlike most women on the ship as well, she didn't bear any tattoo's. No piercings, no brands of being a criminal scum, even if she was rather good at the whole killing and pillaging booty aspect of the pirate life. "Aye~. Unless the one with the tramp stamp wants me to stay behind. After all, the moaning of the brothel whores might keep you from sleeping.. yet again~." The lack of respect for her position of captain, was a rather common thing.

[16:00] Bitchmeat #4 scowled at the filthy habit. It having been rather uncommon to smoke on the ship before danalia had shown up. But now several of the crew had started to smoke. Emulating her and seeking her approval in diffirent ways. Doing her chores and such. Making her have that much more free time. And she had been very verbal towards danalia at it's earlier stages. Realising it had come to stay she'd have let it go. And during the nightly fuckings, lately she had been less mad. And more jealous of the girls. Having heard rumors on the ship. And though she had worked the girls afterwards particularely hard. They never seemed to understand the message. Hearing them later that very night with the girl. And she'd bite herself in annoyance. Stoming around the room, and even once, hiding behind below, and beneeth her desk while masturbating. Dreaming about that Danalia would fuck some other slut on her desk. While she was hiding. But when spoken to by the Elven lady all she could feel was jealousy and anger. She'd take a deep breath. Calming herself. Even despite the lack of respect that was so common. "There are multiple sluts with trampstamps on this ship. Some of them are tied up over there!" She'd motion down at what was most likely going to be sold as slaves. None of them being co-operative crew members at all. Her own body, beside the trampstamp. She had a couple of nipple piercings rumor on the ship would say. But they were not visible through the cloth. So she couldn't have had them, or at least in, right now. "Don't bring whores on my ship if you're just going to fuck them right next to my quarters every night. It... Keeps me up. And you know it." She'd sound frustrated and somewhat angry.

[16:15] Danalia chuckled loudly at her Captain, taking another huff and blowing all the smoke directly into her face with a grin. "Did I say sluts with tramp stamps? No, I was talking to you, about a women with a tramp stamp... letting out some oppressed desires, hm?" The Elf sniffed on the air lightly, grinning a bit. Fucking Elves, why did they have a good sense of smell, on a fucking salt-coated ship. "Someone been masturbating lately while I fucked her underlings - the whores I bring back to the ship~? Their moans must be quite loud in the captain's room.. Underneath the deck, it just echos over and over again, until half the ship underneath he wantonly fucking themselves like little mewling sluts. Its quite pathetic..." The Elf woman dragging a hand down to her throbbing dick meat that more than one woman on the ship casually licked clean whenever given the chance. It was almost more Danalia's ship, than the poor captain's - they did what the Elf said, when she said it, however she said it. Whilst if the captain told them, it would take her barking like a dog to get any one into real action. "Once we get into port - if you come below deck into my lodgings with those.. rumored nipple rings in, I'm sure I can make you just like all the other pirate-slut's on this ship~. Don't worry - I'll send a few of my favorites to sell the disobedient wenches to the town, Captain~. Shouldn't we release all that pent up rage at not having the biggest dick you've likely ever seen.. well you could have fucked a stallion, with that ass of yours, but still~." This Elf always did love backhanded compliments, as she trotted off, her thighs and assmeat bulging against her shorts - as well as something that was quite desperately free itself from its cofines - as she called out to the women - commanding in the Captain's stead to prepare for port.

[16:30] Bitchmeat #4 started to verbally retaliate but would stumble at a lack of words. Then she'd grumble. Not thinking anyone really knew about all that. Her piercings and the trampstap she usually tried to hide. She'd turn the wheel over to guide the ship correctly into port. She couldn't help but be angry and slightly embarrassed about the fact that Danalia knew about her masturbation. Having done so well at staying quiet. Stifling her usually quite loud moans in favor of not being found out. And she had also noticed that Danalia usually got things done quicker then herself. Most of the ladies deffering to her when it came to what to actually do. She'd glance at the large cock even as she was guiding the ship into port. Biting her lower lip while thinking about getting railed herself. Would it be worth showing up? With a deep breath and an other little sound of frustration she'd outter something underbreath. "Fine. But you better be there. And it better only be you." She spoke quickly. Trying to make sure no one else would hear her. And she was glad she didn't have to shout many orders. The crew being really well trained brought the ship into port without further yelling. Towards late evening. When she was sitting in her own cabin. Regardless if the slaves on board had been sold or not. She'd pull out one of the drawers. A couple of heavy rings laying there. Something one might put on a dissobediant slave. With a chain connected between them, it would make a good leash. But the chain was missing. She didn't think much of it. And while biting her lip. Her sex highly enjoying the idea. She'd slide her top off. Placing the heavy rings once more onto her nipples. Letting out muffled little groans as she placed them properly. And she put on her heaviest coat. Much too overkill. Considering the sky was free of clouds, and there wasn't much rain. But she had to hide the rings. She then slid her hand down into her panties. Getting herself quite hot and bothered. Muffling her moans to the best of her abilities. And she soon slid out of her quarters. Walking swiftly to Danalia's private quarters. Knocking at the door thrice. Covering herself up with the coat and looking around to make sure none of the crew were around to see her.

[16:45] Danalia only smirked at what the captain quietly said, and continued about her tasks. Her cock throbbing and demandingly bulging out of her pants, clearly trying to be erect - but wrapped around her side, the fabric of her shorts would rather rip, than properly let the behemoth in them to probably be straight. Sadly, her request for it to 'only be her', was quite clearly not going to be fulfilled as one whorish moan after another filled the space behind the door. What the Elf had said earlier was true - the gasps for breath, the needy whimpers to pound harder, the sharp inhales of pain and the intense slapping of balls-on-ass clearly reverberating throughout the entire ship, echoing back over and over again until it sounded like there were three, four, five cum dumpster's being fucked at once.. even if there were only maybe three people on the ship, if the Captain was lucky. The door was opened quickly enough - Danalia apparently positioning herself so she'd be fucking one of their new crew mates - one of the disobedient women, tied to the mast and most certainly going to be sold into slavery, what one of the girl's were meant to go sell - but now whole heartily listened to the Elf - her teats slapping together as her cunt was dripping all over the ground, puddling up on the floor beneath her as her hands were planted on the wall. The immense woman not even letting the tips of her toes grace the wooden deck, simply pounding away at her - and from the way she was drooling, the way the whites of her eyes were blatantly rolled back into her skull - it was quite clear she was absolutely loving those grapefruit sized orbs relentlessly slapping against her thighs and fat ass meat. She didn't even stop pounding away as the captain entered, her words gruff and gasping as she was very likely going to orgasm in this newly acquired tart's, ruined, sloppy and rather loud cunt. "I told you to come in with the piercings on... not dressed like the ocean is about to Ice over, captain." This was the Elf's domain, the Elf's room... the word 'captain' was hollow here, and it was clear from the tone of the Elf's voice - she was displeased at the idea of her command being disobeyed. "Look at those shorts of yours, fucking soaked - and you didn't even properly fucking listen to what I said?" The pounding of the poor girl, not even able to moan as she was essentially blacking out on the fat member being railed inside of, became quicker, and rougher with every thrust now that the Guest-of-Honor, had arrived. "If thats how its going to be, I'll just make sure this new wench is nice and bred, and let you sit there masturbating, tart."

[16:57] Bitchmeat #4 would look somewhat angry and betrayed when she heard the moans. Pushing open the door slowly to see someone she thought had been sold as a pleasure slave somewhere in the port. And she'd cross her arms over the coat. The heavy, and rather cold still, nipple rings not heling her arousal at all. She couldn't help but watch and listen as she basicly got scolded. And she hated herself for it. She'd grith her teeth and was about to give her first mate a real talking to about her lack of respect. But the girl on her cock looked so happy and satisfied. And she'd let out a short groan. Most of her anger being released in the form of a little angry grunt. Then she stood there. More frustrated and horny then anything. The lack of respect in the word "Captain was also quite apperant. And she'd glare at her. "And I thought you would be alone.. Not.. Fucking someone I thought had left the ship hours ago! I don't like not knowing what's going on." She'd squirm underneeth the gaze of Danalia. Having been put somewhat uncomfortably on the spot. The eyes of the bitch rolled back up into her head was off putting as well. She'd bite her lower lip and hold the openings of her jacket. As if about to open it. "I might be wearing them right now though." She'd stare at the bitch as if she was her mortal enemy. "But she has to leave first. She seems a bit too gone to realize that I'm here... Otherwise I'd have already left." She said with a slight amount of distain in her room. Though the threat of not getting dicked tonight was clearly one she didn't like recieving. After the word "tart" She'd squirm quite visibly. The idea of once again having to masturbate her lust away. Not even in the privacy of her own quarters clearly made her somewhat bothered. And she'd suddenty look somewhat annoyed. As if she'd accept just sitting there kneeling. Sure her underwear might be soaked because she wasn't wearing more then one layer but she sure as hell was still the captain on this ship. And it was techniclly her domain right? She took a deep breath. "Once she leaves.. And you ask. I'll show you. Understood?" She said with most of the authority she could muster.

[17:17] Danalia rolled her eyes at her captain's display of 'authority' and slowly dragged her cock out of the whimpering girl's folds. Her moans, her pleas to stuff it inside scarcely whispers as her mind was neither here, nor there. She was one of fiercest, most disobedient gals of the lot they hauled - screaming curses until she had to be gagged against the mast. But here she was, blonde hair caked with sweat as her breasts heaved up and down, asking to be dicked even more so than the lengthy amount of time she must certainly have had been.And without a second hesitation, she was simply dropped. A lewd 'splat' of her body falling into her puddle of cunt juices, and likely piss from being railed so hard audibly heard as she simply laid there, heaving. This was the first look the captain ever got at the Elf's immense dick without it jutting out of her shorts... and it was suddenly, crystal clear as to why most of the women on the ship liked her so goddamn much. It was glistening in the flickering and lightly-swaying lamp light of the room, dripping with the lewd bodily fluids of the girl it had just reamed. From the ridge of the glans, to the base it was thicker than the strong captain's arm. It must have weighed at least four.. five kilograms, perhaps even more, as it lazily drapped downwards between the succulent elf's muscled thighs, past her knee. Crystal, perfectly clear why even the most stretched out shipmates, still quivered in the knees for a taste of her dick, her two grapefruit sized balls simply hanging there. The layer of sweat coating the Elf's body leaving a salty taste to the air, leaving everything humid and almost.. oppressive to inhale. The Elf woman standing in the nude before her 'captain' - looking more like a divine beauty, than a pirate that regularly fucked half the crew to empty her balls every night. Her large chest raising up and down from the 'slight' exertion she put into breeding the broad, who didn't even get bred. "You'll know, what I want you to know, Captain - at least when it comes to things like this, for now. She clearly doesn't understand if you're here or not.. so take off that fucking coat for me, please?" It was clearly a command. The 'please' mocked her entire being. The Elf knew that her authority did not matter here - not before what she had lusted after for months, not while the fat piece of meat dripped and quaked with the juices of another, worthier cunt - a cunt that the Elf had just met, no less. "But I can, and will pick her back up, and fuck her until I can't empty these balls anymore. Take it off, captain. I've fucked these girl's thinking about what a lewd slut you must look like with those nipple rings in... after all, I found that chain you lost~." Lost, being a poor term for the word. She was the captain, she was the authority on the ship - it would be difficult to have something that could so easily be used as a leash - that could so easily be used to completely ruin the authority she had built it, laying around - so she hid it somewhere, that the Elf had apparently easily acquired.

[17:35] Bitchmeat #4 would mouth a few words of awe as the girl got pushed off the cock with a splash. Looking somewhat uncertainly down at her as she splattered into what had to be her own urine and juices. And when she looked back up she'd go slack-jawed for a moment. One of her hands pointing to the massive meat. Trying to find words. And it reflected on her sun tanned face. Waving her hand lightly to motion just what she thought of the size. Huge, was an understatement. She'd tear her eyes of it several times before she once again managed to actually keep eye contact with Danalia. The cabbin smelling quite clearly of sex, the elven lady having fucked there an untold amount of times already. And despite the fact that the captain knew sometimes some of the crew tried to wash the place out. She could always smell a waft of it when Danalia got up in the morning. She'd look down at the woman again. Remembering her kicking and screaming and being quite violent towards the crew upon capture. She'd look back up again at the Elven woman as she talked. The latter part of the conversation having a quite physical impact on her. Her hand would dart down into the pocket where she had kept the key that locked away the central piece of evidence against her. Regardless if it was there or not. She'd let out a small. Angry groan. She couldn't have known. It was just a lucky guess! Either way she more then likely knew now. She'd bite her lower lip. The idea of that slut on the ground getting fucked instead of her, after having had nothing but masturbation sessions for ages was tantalizing. She remembered when she could have the crew eat her out. But lately she hadn't been able to make even the most submissive among them agree to such things. Even against quite worthy rewards. She slowly turned around. Looking for a moment as if she was about to leave. But hesitated. Grabbing the door, she'd close it. Slowly. Making sure that the noises amount would be small. Then she'd turn around to face Danalia again. She'd grab the sides of her coat. "This doesn't change anything outside of this room. I will always be, your Captain." She spoke quickly. And with a bit of uncertainty in her voice. But she stepped closer. Showing off the heavy nipple rings. Now visible through the thin red top she usually wore, that she had worn underneath the heavy coat. The one on the right popping out slightly. It was quite the heavy set thing. Built in with a small padlock to lock them in place. Being able to withstand wear and tear, and quite clearly the sea air. Because they hadn't started to rust. They were not made of gold. Nor particularly exotic. And would have been out of place on a palace dancer for example. And she'd look quite embarassed where she walked. And she made a little attempt, to atleast make it look like she didn't kick the slut while she was on the ground, but it was quite clear that she did. And stood on top of her back to gain some height. Always having been the shorter of the two. And without even attempting to hide what she did. She'd drop the heavy coat over the head of the slut on the ground. Looking expectantly at the first mate. Pausing for a moment. "I want that chain back." She then said in a low tone of voice. Not imposing, more of a request then an order.

[17:58] Danalia cock twitched as she pulled back her vest after she realized - there was no key, and from the way her pocket lint felt, made it obvious the key had been gone for a very, very long time. - Her captain dropping the vest on the cum dumpster's head. Thick, viscous drops of warm looking pre-cum splattering down onto the swaying deck of the ship, from her imposing, fat and rank smelling shaft of horse dick as the elf woman blatantly stared at her bulging form. Her 'captain' exposing her full, heavy set of teats kept in her small red top. Her nipple rings blatantly there, circles stabbing into the fabric, followed closely by what were almost certainly erect nubs. The Elf wish she cared the 'captain' was desperately trying to make herself seem more imposing, stronger by stepping on, and covering up the poor tart's body. The Elf woman still menacingly taller than her by a head, even with the prop up the broken slut's fat teats provided. But it was hard to ignore half of her pale body abruptly jutting out from underneath the coat, glistening in her own filth and twitching slightly that the Elf had caused - not the one who was 'triumphantly' standing upon her, like she had done something.. when in reality her panties were soaked enough she was simply hoping for the same thing to happen to her poor ass and cunt already. The Elf turning away - and slowly pulling out a short, clean looking chain from a dresser in the cramped room - slamming the cabinet shut with a loud bang, nullifying her attempts at quiet. The length of the glimmering chain, clearly making it so that if it were clamped between the two rings, her nipple's would be dragged painfully towards each other constantly, the tautness of the length too much. The Elf dangling it in front of her ruby red pupils as she taunted the woman. "My, this wouldn't look out of place on a common brothel whore, don't you think...? Theres only one way you're going to get this back, captain~." It was clear, the impressiveness of being a captain was entirely, completely devoid of meaning here. The Elf was the one in charge, her uttering and constant reminder of the word 'captain' simply biting into the captain even more-so. This was not someone respecting her superior, this was someone knowingly about to ruin them, just like every other girl on board. "Is if you rip off that top of yours, and lace it through those padlocks~." The way the Elf's hips swayed from side to side as she shifted her weight, making the fat slab of meat echo out against her thighs, audibly smacking against her own body from just the slightest of movements. It was such a little thing to do - put on the chain, and get fucked harsher and rougher than any of her fantasies could have predicted. "And it wasn't an offer... you want to be fucked, don't you?" The elf ending this with a faint chuckle, clearly amused.

[18:16] Bitchmeat #4 physically jumped to attention as the loud slamming of the cabinet resounded through what was more then likely half the ship. She'd sound rather annoyed. Having to look up at her subordinate all the time. She'd let out a loud "Tsh!" Noise when presented with the chain. And the accompanying derogatory verbal lashing. "So what if it looks a bit... Well I can do whatever I want and it's no bushiness of yours!" She'd say quickly. Her blue eyes locking with Danalia's reds. She'd let out a frustrated little groan. Her sex was so needy. She wanted to touch it so badly. And it showed in the way she moved. Her thighs pressing against each-other, with her juices on them. She'd stare at her while she was laughing. Knowing that this was a losing battle, because WANTED to get fucked. Her eyes were then drawn down to the cock. She had nothing to bargain with. And her station wouldn't help her here. Rather then ripping it off. She'd gracefully pull her top off. Exposing her back fully to the door, which she had made sure was closed and locked, if the lock was working at any rate. And dropping it onto the tart's back. And with one foot on on the shoulderblades of the tart, she'd place the other on the ass. Standing quite close to Danalia. She'd let out a little grumble. But doing as she had seen others do it. She press her breasts together somewhat roughly. And push them up in an offering way towards Danalia's arms, which was holding the chain. Then she'd grab a hold of each of the nipple rings. The small, but still quite heavy padlocks were open, and quite ready to receive the chain. Her breasts, along with the open padlocks was only a few inches away from Danalia. And all she really had to do was reach farward and place the chain on her. And clamp the padlocks down. "You should be happy though. It.. has sentimental value. That's the only reason I'm doing this." She'd hiss in a low tone of voice. Constantly looking back towards the door. But also a few glances got drawn down at Danalia's feet. Herself standing there and squirming. And after a somewhat moderate pause she'd say quickly. "Yes I want to get fucked so let's get started already! I'm not made for all this waiting around and you know it!"

[18:27] Danalia graciously waited a few more moments, just to fuck with her captain - before sliding the chain forward. Looping one end through the hook of the padlock - and locking it in place with a subtle click. A familiar feeling filling the captain's teats, as the other end was hooked onto her right nipple, and locked into place - the elf smirking as both her nipple's were brutally dragged inwards. Inches away from one another, her teats getting stretched like they haven't in years. The dull sting from the pair being pulled together making her cunt seem all the juicier now. The Elf couldn't help but slip two fingers around the chain - and brutally pull forward, slamming her captain's thighs into the side of the desk that was beside Danalia. It hurt, her nipple's being stretched by the weight of her body from the pull, and then came the condescencion as the Elf's eyes fell down finally onto the tramp stamp she generally kept well hidden, and what it said. "Oh my? Sentimental reasons? Of the time in life where you were literally nothing more than a sleeve for dick, bred over and over by some greedy noble scum?" The Elf laughed openly at this. "Bend over, captain, I think we need to make you nice and nostalgic for the by gone times of when you were a prettier lass~."

[2015/02/08]Bitchmeat #4 couldn't help but get a small, somewhat nervous smile when her breasts got stretched. Not being overly painful, and it being a familiar sensation. The pull came rather unexpected. And she'd make a loud, pained noise. Gasping for air as her thighs hit the desk. Preventing herself from falling on the desk by placing her hands on it. Being slightly bent over at that point. Breasts squeezed slightly by the placement of her arms. She'd stare spitefully at Danalia. The pain not being something she had bargained for. One of her hands going up to ward off further attacks or pulls on the chain. And she would frown at the verbal lashing she was receiving. Her tramp-stamp said "Bitchmeat #4" and had ornamentation around it. In the form of a few hearts, spades. And a great deal of leaves and wavy snakes. She'd feel her blush, but she was far too angry to acknowledge it. "I am still as beautiful as I ever were! Perhaps even more so now!" She spat out at her, quickly followed up by; "And I don't have to take this. I just want to get fucked. I didn't sign up for this..." she'd motion at the lady she was standing on. While standing straight. Trying to cover her breasts with one hand. And the trampstamp with the other. Her tan lines quite clear, there being a clear diffirence of where she usually had clothes on. And by the way they were on her body. She seemed to almost never take off the red coat like thing. Her breasts having a dark V down her neck, and large parts of the orbs themselves.

[2015/02/08]Danalia pfft'd loudly at this proclamation that she was just as good looking as when she was used exclusively as a fuck doll. "Thats bullshit and you know it~. I bet they made you nice and pretty.. Caked mascara and lipstick on that face of yours. Made you tan naked underneath the sun, forced to think about nothing more than the dick your life was devoted to. After all.. how else could you be Bitchmeat #4. You'd have to be quite devoted to slurping down liters of thick, nasty cum~. I bet your tits were bigger than too... all this unhealthy eating of limes, and salt-spray clearly isn't good for your body." The Elf strode up beside the standing slut. The fat, throbbing piece of breeding meat between her legs slapping against her legs with every step she took, resounding against the walls of her small under-deck cabin room. Her immense, sloshing balls bulging out against her thighs like they couldn't - and wouldn't fit between them. Glistening in the cunt juices of the poor, covered up and uncared for blonde newbie. her ruby eye's sliding over her off-white skin that contrasted terribly with her tanned arms, middrift, and lengthy legs. More than one pirate was willing to walk around topless on deck - but not the captain, apparently. The stark white, making her feel quite proud that she oh-so-easily made the chained up teats get exposed to the air for once. "Bitchmeat #4, you know what you have to do to get fucked. You're the one acting like you have some sort of diginity, when you can't stop putting weight on that chain of your tits with your hand to make it pull all the slightly harder. When you can't stop dragging your eyes down to the wrecked cunt of the woman beneath you, when you can't stop swallowing your spittle as you inhale the scent of my fucking dick. But, if you want to continue messing around like you're some sort of upper-echelon broad, with a cunt that didn't lose its tightness except for the fattest of dick's ages ago - I assure you, I can find more wanton slut's to fuck infront of you instead."

[2015/02/08]Bitchmeat #4 would once again listen to the verbal lashing. Taking her hand away from the chain swiftly when she pointed it out. Even though she wasn't touching it she was eager to prove Danalia wrong. "That's -My captain- To you!" She interjected quickly. She'd stand up straight. Listening to her speak once more. Groaning as she talked about fucking other women. It had been ages since she had gotten fucked. Even when she thought she had found partners she would be fine with fucking. Mostly women. Then she'd hear moaning from Danalias cabin later. And it was so frustrating. She took a deep breath. Her voice quivering slightly. "My breasts. Are almost just as big as when I did nothing but get fucked all day. It's not terribly easy.. It's not like I just lay there! I was the one on top! Riding! So they could just relax!" She'd sound slightly angry. "It wasn't all fun and games." One of her hands went down to her cunt. "And I'm just as tight as any slut on on this ship. The crew hasn't got anything on me. Nothing!" She'd pant. Standing uncomfortably infront of Danalia. Her eyes kept being drawn down to the cock. She was getting seconds. She had waited so long, and she wasn't even going to go first tonight. She'd let out a small frustrated groan. She had waited way too long for this. She'd turn away from Danalia. Shoving her thumbs down in the tight pants she was wearing after undoing her belt. The flintlocks, compass and all of her misc gear falling to the ground along with the pants. She'd take a little step farward then. Her sex pressing onto one of the edges of the table in the room. And she'd spread her legs a little. Revealing her tight little cunt to her, seeming to be completely hairless, from the neck down. Perhaps her noble owners had done something to her at some point. She'd arch her back while bending farward. Her rather long and full looking hair not able to cover up her heart shaped butt. The tan lines being visible there too. Apperantly the captain wore some quite lewd underwear most of the time. The palest area just being a small triangle above her butt. And some thin, thin lines. She'd look over her back at Danalia. Looking slightly angry. But not so angry and displeased that she was going to leave, or have a bitchfit BEFORE getting fucked. Both of her arms helping to support the weight of her upper body on the table. To prevent uncomfortableness.

[2015/02/08]Danalia took little time to spank her fat ass with the back of her hand. The blow on her left cheek, sending a delicious quake of ass flesh through her butt that was simply delightful to behold. The Elf woman's large feet seemingly, on purpose - kicking her pants. All her pistols and compasses, her soaked little pants that were desperately clinging to her drenched cunt moments before - underneath the desk. Out of reach, out of sight. But instead of Danalia taking that ass of her own, like she stated she would.. she moved around to the other side of the desk, into the soft and sturdy looking chair. Sitting down on the edge, her grapefruit sized balls lewdly hanging off the edge of the seat inbetween Danalia's spread legs. Dripping still with the cunt juices of the poor lass who had came before her. That had been deemed a more important fuck, than her 'captain'. Her fat throbbing shaft pointing straight up into the air, the vein coated, horse-like, and flared tip of her cock just about level with her rising and falling, full breasts as the gorgeous elf goddess leaned back in the chair. Her body glistening with a lustrous layer of musky sweat. "Then lets relive that, My Captain, 'Miss' Bitchmeat #4. You can't say you rode people, and simply expect me not to do it now. Come put that hairless fuckhole of yours to work, just like you would be for the highest paying of clients~... or maybe you weren't sold off, hm? Just tossed around from partner to partner, until your cunt couldn't hold any more sperm for the day.. and then forcing you to fist yourself, scrape it out, lick the mess off your hands - and present yourself again?" Goddamn, it seemed like she was so close to getting that amazing piece of breeding meat. So close to her first mate, using and breeding her like every other gal on this ship.. and now she was being told she needed to do the work. "And do it facing me - I want to see your tits shake as you impale yourself on the biggest cock you've stuffed into yourself in ears. See you drool like a cock-driven whore." At the very least, it was clear the Elf was using her body as a prime piece of eye candy. Gnawing on her lower lip as the hand around the base of her shaft, jerked off lazily over the first few inches. Of course the captain would never look as good as she used to, until her tan was fixed - but it was still quite nice. "Or are you going to keep staring with an agape mouth~?"

[2015/02/08]Bitchmeat #4 would let out a frustrated sigh as one of her most important articles of clothing got kicked under the table. She closed her mouth. Not even having realized that her mouth had fallen open. Having been too busy resisting to urge to walk over and worship the sitting elf. Clearly displaying herself for maximum effect. And she wanted to walk over really badly. And it showed. She was quivering slightly. And the juices coming off her sex made her inner thighs shine slightly in the somewhat dim light. She'd stand up groaning. Placing a rough foot inbetween the dumb thief beneeth her feet. With a low tone of voice she'd say. "I'll remember this." In a somewhat spiteful manner. And she started walking over to Danalia. In that trained way that she usually walked in, even while on the ship. Her hips swaying seductively. She looked as if she was about to kneel and press her face up against the behemoth, but she played it off like she ment to do it that way. Spreading her legs as she sat down on Danalia's thighs. The member pressing up against her stomach in a rather firm way as she inched her way farward. Danalia's physical height making it so that even though she was sitting on top of her thighs. She still couldn't look down on her. And it irked her. It was quite apperant on her face. Drawing a deep breath and closing her eyes she'd say. "This is a one time thing.. If this ever happens again. You'll be the one fucking. And I'll be the only one! You hear me?" She'd open her eyes. Looking into Danalia while being somewhat angry. Placing her own hands on Danalia's shoulders for leverage and stability. She'd arch her back somewhat. Grinding hersex against the cock a in a slow and steady motion. And the pleasure this brought her was quite apperant. Quickly starting to pant and bite her lower lip. But because she was doing it her chained breasts didn't move much at all. Her hair on the other hand did. Flowing over her breasts and down onto Danalia's body in part too. It's length being rather unwieldy at times. After a bit of this. She'd look into Danalia's eyes. Climbing a bit further up. Placing her knees down on the arm rests of the chair rather nice chair. And with one hand on Danalia's member she'd sink her rather tight, unused for years cunt. The size of it being quite troublesome. So she'd take it really slow. Panting quite a bit. Her breasts swinging lewdly infront of her face. And she moved her hands from Danalia's shoulders, to the backrest. Slowly but surely sinking down on the cock. Stopping more then once to let out an extremely lewd moan. Her face looking as if she was taking the most sublime drug. But also slightly pained. And worried. She'd place her knees down beside Danalia's thighs. Sitting fully impaled uppon her. Breathing deeply. With a half open mouth she'd stare into her eyes, her own half open. Panting. One hand down on her pelvis, as if disbelief about the thing inside her. The other resting on Danalia's shoulder.

[2015/02/08]Danalia groaned in a slow, burning manner as her shaft was 'gently' taken in by the woman who had to literally kneel on the arm rests to stuff in the first half of her throbbing meat, deep into her cunt. Her poor captain's stomach was bulging, outlining the thick, cunt-breaking shaft nearly all the way up to her panting, jiggling breasts. "If you want to be the first, and only - I'm going to be needing to get away from all our crew mates~. I've heard your bed.. is quite large, after all." She said lustfully out, her face slightly flushed with a mixture of pleasure and arousal as the woman finally started to cave to her orders. The Elf woman who was still taller than her, even when she was embedded, even when she was hilted, wrapped around her cock - grabbed Bitchmeat #4's chin, and tilted it upwards, lightly releasing it as she forced the girl's head to be tilted up high - to look at her properly. The Elf staring down back at her dazed eyes, before leaning down. Giving her an almost tender, light kiss upon her agape mouth's lips. Breaking the locked lips for a few scarce, almost hesitant moments, before sliding her tongue into the trained slut's seductive mouth. Slithering her saliva coated muscle into her warm, and wet cavity. Grinding it against her own tastebud coated tongue, her spit freely flowing downwards into her mouth lewdly, as she let the Captain sit there - the pain between her legs slowly abating as her cunt constantly clenched down on the leg-thick piece of meat, morphing her unused insides to fit. She could feel her cunt give way, stretching, being made into a sleeve for her First Mate's fat shaft, feel her womb expand as the flared, fist-sized tip made it its own. Was this was all her crewmates went through? It was little reason to wonder why they so eagerly impaled themselves on it night after night. Simply, and methodically letting herself fall on the fat member made her vision swim and sway more than being on deck did. One hand of the Elf woman's going to her hip - the large hand able to rest on her pelvis bone, and nearly extend all the way to her meaty ass. The other,grasping the chain hanging there, jingling lightly out against the rings it was connected it. The weight of her fingers adding an intense amount of heft to the length, not only dragging her nipple's together - but harshly pulling them down, even if Danalia was simply using it as a convenient hand hold as they continued to sloppily kiss. Danalia uncaring, making the fuck-starved captain drink down her oddly sweet saliva, breaking away as their lips were strung together by tendrils of their spit after a few intense moments. "How does it feel, captain~? How does it feel to finally know what its like to have what you've been masturbating to, for ages, inside of you?"

[2015/02/08]Bitchmeat #4 sat there. Seemingly completely empty minded. And confused. Listening to her speak. Her insides slowly shifting around a bit to accomidate the largeness inside her. Having taken this rapidly would more then likely have damaged her in more then one way. She groaned several small uncomfortable groans. Trying not to shift around too much untill her chin got lifted up. She'd make a small "Huh?" Noise. having been so distant in thought about how lovely it was that she had forgotten mostly everything else. The small kiss the shared made her close her eyes, the and when it broke she'd be panting heavier then ever. Each gasp was there to make room for a small, bothered little moan. She couldn't sit still. Especially as the french kissing started. Enjoying the feeling of the elven lady's tongue. And instead of trying to have any sort of control she simply grinded her tongue happy onto hers. Yielding if danalia tried to push hers around. She'd shiver and let out quite lewd moans. The hand that was on her pelvis moving up to caress Danalia's cheek with quivering fingers. Kissing upwards and not minding the saliva that was only pouring one way. She was the one being controlled in this kiss. And didn't seem to mind taking whatever was being given. And although she was sitting relatively straight until the chain got grabbed. She'd let out an agonized little moan. Arching her back and instantly pressing herself against Danalia. Her breasts being pulled so that Danalia's were in effect resting on top of her own. And she'd whimper and squirm. Her hand going down from her cheek and shoulder. Trailing down Danalia's body in an exploratory manner. One of her hands quickly finding the elbow of the hand that was pulling on her chain. And pushed up on it. So that her nipples didn't have to take all that weight. And she proceded to lose herself in the kiss. Not caring that she was at this point, molding her insides to fit someone that huge. And that she'd be useless for anyone smaller. Including her own, smaller toys. She'd sit there, quivering at the sensation and feel of it all until the kiss ended. Looking up at Danalia as she was being talked to. Eyes half open. She'd blink a few times before answer. "It feels great.. Fantastic. Better then I could ever have hoped for.. " Then she leaned in. Placing a small worshipful kiss on her shoulder, and neck before looking back up at her. Something nagging at the back of her mind she'd frown slightly. "You want my room? The captains quarters? But.. I mean we could fuck there.. Sure. Maybe.. Possibly. It'd be a lot safer for me then here... Certainly. That way I wouldn't have to go, to you." She'd say with a happy little smirk. "You'd be going to me." And she considered that for a while. Quite happy with how that could turn out. And she rather slowly, started to gyrate her hips in slow circles. Trying to keep her mewling to a minimum. Along with trying to seem like she wasn't too horribly impressed. But doing an exceptionally poor job. The captains facial expressions having always made her a bad poker player.

[2015/02/08]Danalia grinned down at her as she listened to the Captain stammer out, almost brainlessly her response - seemingly glad that she had so easily accepted the proposition of moving into the Captain's cabin with her. Listening to her prattle out, whimpering mewls and moans like a bitch in heat, desperately needing release with a smug sense of satisfaction. Her hand gracefully sliding up her side, to her tender neck. Two of the elf's lithe finger's rubbing the outline of her captain's jugular in an almost tender manner, before her palm grasped the entire backside of her neck. Her finger's combing through her lengths of brown hair, until they finally reached her bare, rarely touched neck skin. The feeling of her sweaty palm pressed against it being rather nice.The heat radiating from their two, smashed together bodies was intense. Lathering the Elf in a newer, fresh layer of her salty and tangy smelling layer of sweat, filling the woman's nostrils with her foul - but not entirely unpleasant odor. The chain that hung between her two nipple piercings, pressing against the underside of Danalia's fuller, and larger pair of teats that almost put the captain's to shame. The metal slowly and steadily considerably getting hotter against their large, meaty orbs. The Elf quivering in pleasure from the small gyrations of the girl whose womb was scrapped out by every, single movement she made. The thick horse-cock tip buried inside of her, filling out her breeding chamber, dragging its fat ridge against every wall, all at once, at all times. Deep, in the back of the captain's mind - she knew what she had done - impaling herself on this, ruining her cunt... She wouldn't be able to get and orgasm without this Elf - or at the very least, something as big as the Elf's - inside of her. Her toys, her fingers.. her fist, all useless now. There could only be one thing that could ease the frustration she was undoubtedly going to be suffering from soon enough, and that was her annoying, condescending, First Mate. Danalia leaned down and swiftly continued the kiss. Grinding the tip of her tongue into the ridge of the taste-bud covered muscle within her cock-addicted captain's mouth. The tantalizing flavor of the Elf's tongue, grinding into the saliva soaked pores as she dragged it over again, and again. Making certain that even long seconds of their mouth's being apart, the taste of her long tongue would remain. Making sure, that before she dragged back - more of the Elf's warm, hotter spit, would be absolutely filling the Captain's mouth. Over powering her own clear, viscous liquid. Marking it as her own. Some bestial switch in her captain's mind from going off gulping down her saliva, knowing full well that her mouth belonged to this Elf, from this simple act alone.. not that the two foot cock, destroying her insides didn't help. "You want to be the first, yes?" The Elf whispered out at her, her ruby eyes half-closed and staring down at her. "You want to be the one bred by this, daily? Then I need to be in your room.. I need to soak your sheets with the smell of my ballsac as I sleep, to have the stench soaking into your goddamn hair. I need the entire crew angry, jealous, fucking themselves openly on the deck as they stare at your impregnated belly, I need to fill the room with the odor of us fucking, until its ingrained into the wood holding up the room, I need to coat your clothes with enough cum that your red top, looks bleached fucking white~. If you want to be my first, and my only fuck of the day - you need to be my Bitchmeat." The elf stated down at her. The hand on the captain's hip going with the gyrations. Making her simple hip movements all the more leg trembling marvelous as the entire shaft bulged out and dragged itself against her constricting, soaked walls, egging the movements on to be all the more rough. To milk out the seed in the balls that were now resoundingly, churning and pressed up against her fat ass. "But I recall, a certain someone saying Bitchmeat #4 was quite good at riding cock. And all you're doing is making faint little movements.. Blow my mind, why don't you? Make me spray my load into this needy womb of yours~."

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[11:56]   Bitchmeat #4 would frown slightly at her grin. But it lasted only a moment. Like a flicker of disaproval. Although the kiss removed it instantly. The rough, upward kiss as her breasts were all but dominated in a way of their own. Being pushed down as they were. She did as she always did when kisses were involved. Closing her eyes and enjoying it for all it was worth. The taste of Danalia's saliva in her mouth overpowering the more neutral taste she used to have. And her cunt twitched madly around the member that was stretching her insides. If she lent backwards. It would more then likely be visible to the naked eye. So she whimpered. Her cunt rather rapidly becomming useless for other creatures with cocks. And she didn't mind overly much about that. The fact that it was her bitchy first mate that did it... She did mind. But not enough to get off. So she'd take a deep breath. Trying to compose herself. Trying to seem like she wasn't almost addicted to the feeling already. Though the expression she was sporting made it rather difficult. "I didn't mean.. move in. I just ment.. You could walk over to my cabin.. And we could fuck there. Would save me walking anywhere." But she frowned slightly as she heard the rest. Her own half open. Hazel eyes looking into the Ruby ones. And she couldn't help but feel a slight wanting to please the elven lady. As if it would win her favours later on. And she'd shift a little from side to side. Which immediatly drew a small moan from her. Danalia's strong hands resting on her alone would be quite intoxicating for her. And she'd stretch herself up to try and steal an other kiss from her. Before sitting back down. With an odd little groan of love. As it plunged into her depths again. "The bed can't really fit more then one person... And... Impregnated bitchmeat? Wait... I mean. Your.. bitchmeat?" She'd frown slightly again. Caressing her Danalia's cheek in an infantuated manner. Though she ran it down her neck. And rested both her hands on her shoulders. "I'm... No one's bitchmeat. And I'm not going to ride you just because I want cock." She waited a moment before continuing to speak. "At least not, if you don't thrust back. And only this once! And name me by my proper rank." She added hastely. As if she could still really prove anything. Though the idea of everyone else but her in the crew being frustrated, she couldn't help but love. Some of them had gotten really bitchy lately. Disobaying orders... But it would be very hard to maintain control over the ship if she had a cumsoaked cloak, and constantly smelled of cock. So she made a mental note to not let that happen. Then She'd lean in and kiss her neck once. Before slowly leaning backwards. Taking her hands off her. And lo and behold the member could be seen pushing against her stomach. And she'd actually look somewhat surprised. The thing being so deep inside her that it was actually somewhat high up. And she'd look up to danalia with a bemused. Horny expression. Though she clearly at some level couldn't belive it. She'd then slowly start to raise herself up. Her breasts, and the chain on them lifting up Danalia's breasts along with them. The chain carring a great deal more weight, along with the sinking feeling of emptyness inside her made her groan and shiver in delight. And when she was on the highest point. Because she really couldn't manage to stand up so far on her knees, that she could get off the cock again. She'd gently take Danalia's head. And kiss downwards. Not using any tongue. Just a little peck. Before she slammed herself down. Gritting her teeth because she had underestimated the experience. Mewling a bit and shivering. "Oh.. Gods.. Never had anything liket his before.." She stammered.

[12:34]   Danalia only continued to smugly smirk down at her as she made her proclamations, correcting her mistake about 'living in the cabin'. "But Captain Bitchmeat #4, you know if I sleep down here, every single slut and tart on board is going to be sneaking into my room, to lap your cunt juices off of my balls. To milk me for load after load of my cum~. You want the first, you want the freshest, thickest loads of spunk pumped all over you, right? You can't have that unless I'm kept away from the other women... and with how much you're enjoying yourself right now, I'm sure we could find a way to -make-, two people fit on that bed of yours.~ Plus.. you could always monopolize me to get them in line!" Danalia bit down on her lower lip roughly when the Captain Bitchmeat finally slowly began to drag herself upwards on the armrest of the chair by her knees. The weight of Danalia's breasts lifted upwards a considerable amount, as the two, fat orbs were 'hooked' onto the chain. Essentially being more than triple the amount of force Danalia's hand earlier put on the chain - an absolutely excruciating amount for her two, pierced nipples being stretched as far as they could go, as they were dragged downwards to the earth by the mixture of gravity and her First Mate's tit flesh. The Elf's hand that was on her hip, slowly sliding over to the dick bulge protruding from her stomach. Not clenching down, or grasping on it like the woman's usual demeanor of cruelty would suggest, but simply applying a light amount of force. The bulge, disappearing somewhat from the pressure applied to the upper half of her stomach, as her womb was literally pressed down upon from the outside. Causing her thin walls, stretched even thinner around the ungodly large piece of horse-dick to constrict even tighter around the head of her shaft. She could feel it all the more now. She could feel what her cunt was becoming. What it was spasming and twitching around every second the fat piece of breeding meat was left resting inside of her. A sleeve for this Elf's dick - even the flared tip of her horse-cock was slowly getting accustomed to, slowly wrapped around and made a special, snug area in her body. Her violated, destroyed cervix and womb, rapidly clenching and unclenching around the invading piece of meat. Outlining every throbbing, pulsating inch inside of her. The veins, the ridges, the mushroom tip. Her insides were becoming a cast mold of her First Mate's mind shattering cock, and all the Captain could do was lift herself up, and impale herself down on it at the slightest behest of its owner. Its owner, letting out a shuddering moan from the first, self-inflicted ruination. Her nail's digging into the sides of the Captain's neck, almost tearing the flesh from the First Mate attempting to keep her noise level, and body in check - most of the shipmates by now, would have long been relentlessly pounded by the dick's owner into oblivion at this point. The Elf tilting her head back down as the captain rested on her lap for the scarce few moments afterwards - absorbing and basking in the body quivering blow she had done to herself - and bit down on the red head's lower lip. Dragging her head upwards by the painful bite, to make her look back up into her ruby eyes. A distraction of sorts - to drag her mind away from what she was doing to herself, whole heartedly, without a moments hesitation. "Captain Bitchmeat #4~. You're making that tramp stamp of yours look fake with how poorly you're handling this! I can feel your hands shivering against me.... are you sure you want me to thrust back?" The Elf stated cooly, suddenly lifting up her hips a few faint inches off of the compressed seat cushion - white lights appearing in the captain's eyes as her body was essentially held up by the Elf's shaft for the brief moment, before she let herself back down. Meeting the woman's likely dazed face with a peck on the cheek.

[13:03]   Bitchmeat #4's lower lip got bitten. And she'd make small whimpering noises as she raised her chin to look into Danalia's eyes. Looking up at her, in this way made her feel rather small and powerless. She couldn't even climb off at this point, leg legs wouldn't let her. When she listened to her speak after the bite. Her mouth would be half open. Mind a bit too far gone to close it. Panting heavily and just looking into her red eyes in a quite infatuated way. And her expression didn't change when she got talked to, untill she watched the stars as she was held up by her own sex. Gritting her teetha and making a few strangled moans of pleasure. Her sex being held up by Danalia in that instant a moment she'd never manage to forget. Nor her body would ever really recover from. Her sex all but molded to the cock. Smaller things just wouldn't do anymore. And she knew it. Deep in her heart. She wouldn't be able to get off without it. All those times where she could give herself an orgasm... Even if she was jealously masturbating wouldn't do anymore. But she didn't overly mind in her somewhat dazed state. Her mouth tasting of Danalia she'd lean in and lick her neck in a rather lewd way. Lifting her lower body off the member half way rather slowly. But one of her hands had gone to below her breasts. Desperatly wanting to keep the intense stretching-pain of the chain lifting Danalia's way bigger breasts from happening again. She'd move her quite clearly trembling hands off Danalia's shoulders and neck. Mewling as she got kissed on the cheek. And she quickly lent farward to start worshiping Danalia's neck. Planting kisses where she had inadvertantly  made marks. Their breasts pushing against one an other once more. And she'd lean back after she had spent a good minute licking and kissing on her neck. Looking slightly jealous and frustrated. Although she clearly couldn't sit still with that thing inside her. So she kept twitching. "Just captain.. Bitchmeat isn't nessary... "She trailed off. Biting her lower lip and tossing a glance back at the locked door. She'd quickly look back at Danalia."You know... I really should monopolize you. You're my privilage. The rest can go fuck themselves for all I care. Let those tarts get their jollies off some other way." She smirked. Quite happy in the knowlage that from now on, she'd be the least sexually frustrated on the ship. To hell with those who wouldn't service her, or take her orders properly anymore. Although she was still rather selfcontious about the trampstamp. One of her trembling hands moving back to hold over it. Looking somewhat annoyed at the fact that she was being told she couldn't handle herself. "Just... Sit still. You can thrust back when I order you to." She said in a tone that made it clear that she didn't really expect the order to be followed. But she did mean it to be one. She'd then start very slowly pumping herself up and down on the massive shaft. Her slick cunt juice covering over what was already there. And although the slut on the floor had the first take. She would have the last laugh. So she grinned. Even as she panted and moaned. Trying to keep herself as silent as possible. Though she did keep mentioning how large it felt... And making sounds of discomfort. Even as she hilted herself so deeply that Danalia's balls were pushing roughly against her bodyh.

[13:42]   Danalia leaned far back in the chair, her large balls suddenly dropping somewhat as the Elf's spread legs, and rump were just on the edge of the seat. The Elf's hand that was on her stomach, flying backwards and grasping the top edge of the chair as the Elf's ruby eyes finally closed. The girl who was so willingly ramming herself with dick, on top of a nearly laying down elf, only her shoulder blades and head not parallel with the floor now. "Fuck themselves like you did, every single night, Captain Bitchmeat~?" There was that phrase again - it was clear, now that she knew that tattoo was there, she was never going to stop calling her that. The blue haired beauty finally basking in the arousal and pleasure her captain's stretched out, molded cunt was properly giving. Her hand that was on the woman's neck, sliding up her red locks of hair and scratching down into her scalp. Her large, wide hand completely covering her head as she patted the Bitchmeat #4 like she was some sort of pleasant pet to have around - greatly enjoying the lathering of her tongue across the sides of her sensitive neck. Over her rapidly throbbing jugular that reverberated into the Captain's ears from being so close. Her tongue covering her skin in a replacement layer of not sweat - but saliva. The intense, and incredibly salty - the sea air must have soaked into the both of them - taste of her sweat waving over her tongue repeatedly. Stronger, than lighter, than stronger all over again. Tantalizingly 'different' each wave against her tastebuds. The Elf's hips slowly starting to rotate in rhythm with the Captain's half-thrusts down. Forcing the meat to ram into her walls at an awkward angle, each, and every time. Her sloppy, wet pussy juices flowing down her shaft and over her immense balls - lewdly splattering down onto the ground in front of the chair. Louder, more panted moans of pleasure escaping the Elf's mouth as she slowly began to lose 'control' - no longer content with just the constant sliding up and down of her Partner, she thrust upwards once. The loud sound of her grapefruit sized, churning balls slapping against her ass clearly heard. "Mmphh, I wouldn't mind waking up to having this ass wrapped around my dick every day~." escaping the Elf's lips as she kept her eyes shut, simply beginning her relentless pounding away at the woman above her. There was little fanfare after the first thrust, simply timing herself with the Captain's own impalement, so that each ramming skywards would jostle her entire body. Make her cunt feel scrapped out and filled to capacity - even more so than it always was. To make her feel her breasts jostle and shake, the taut chain from the constant movement swinging from her nipple's intensely. To make her stomach to literally move even further out of the way. To make her semen factories slap against her fat, round ass meat with more audible, flesh-on-flesh pounds, visible quakes from the impacts going up her ass flesh marvelously. Those stars from before, filled her vision from every time gravity did its work for her, as well as Danalia. "I'll sit still...." The Elf seeming rather distracted, more attempting to enjoy her captain's quivering, breaking form, her own viscous pre-cum heatedly leaking out from the tip of her fat tip, right into her womb. Ah fuck, even with this sparse amount. Even with this - the Elf's virile cum, she was going to be pregnant. She could feel the simple heat difference between the Elf's hot pre-ejactulate, and her own fluids. She could already feel her companion's intense spermlings ramming themselves against her walls, attempting to find eggs. It was too late now - there was no going back, they had crossed that line long ago. "...when these balls are nice and emptied in this Bitchmeat~." 

[14:02]   Bitchmeat #4 would get quite the blush on her face when she heard that danalia had heard her. Not only now and then. But every single time she had done it. And she had prided herself on being quiet too. She'd clearly enjoy giving Danalia the toungue bath. The taste of it changing being quite the neat experience. When she heard the phrase again she'd let out a little frustrated groan. But she didn't stop slowly pumping herself up and down on the meat. Even when Danalia was sitting still she'd let out lewd gasps and groans. Her fingers shivering and tightening. And her toes courling in delight at the situation. She'd have her mouth half open as she rode. Not particularely quickly of course. But she kept at it. Right up until she talked about waking up, while already fucking. "You say that like you're implying I'd do all the work" She groaned. "Besides. There's really only room for one. We can fuck in my cabin but... you can't sleep there. We'll just have to figur-" And that's how far she got. The upward thrust as she was going down taking her unawares. And she let out a loud, supprised sound. Followed by a little unceirtain gurgle. And momentary crosseyedness. Her cunt and womb, not only stretched sidways. But lengthwise. And on top of it all. Seeming about to take a battering. She'd groan and shiver feeling the babybatter inside her scour her insides for anything to take root in. And this had never been a safe day, she had just been so incredibly horny. She was planning to get off at the last moment. But it didn't seem like that was possible. And each upward thrust that sent ripples through her body. Made her groan in surprise and awe. Her own hands going back to her own body. One on her lower stomach. The other pressing one of her breasts roughly against her own body. Biting at her pointyfinger's knuckle while looking at Danalia. And she was clearly trying to formulate a sentance. But each time she thought she'd manage speech. An other slam sent her off to happyland. Moaning without restraint towards Danalia's face. Her cunt twitching madly around the intruder. Which had already, might as well have set up a permanent residence. Her breasts bouncing the way they did could not be great for how painful her nipples felt. So her face was a mix of emotions. Her entire body trembling. And if she wasn't propped up on the massive rod. She would most likely have fallen over from overstimuli. 

[14:41]   Danalia opened her eyes hazily watching her 'Captain' be completely unable to formulate a sentence. Every time her lips left her knuckle, a whorish moan, or fluttery gasp of air left her mouth. Anyone listening in on the First Mate's cabin, would have likely thought some low-class, inexperienced brothel whore was being pounded away in there - but it was Bitchmeat #4. It was their 'strong-willed', masturbation addicted Captain. Her hand on her stomach could feel every pound vibrating up through her stomach flesh. The hand on her stomach did nothing to 'hold back' the bulge, the fat horse-cock tip arching upwards, seemingly aiming through her womb directly at the quivering girl's palm. Stabbing at it, making her fingers instinctively wrap around it in response as it lightly laid atop the bulge for the few, sparse microseconds it stayed there - only to be pulled out, and rammed right back in.  Her palm could almost feel the throbbing member inside of her, violating her - impregnating her with the barest of seed, if her body wasn't being jostled constantly by the upwards thrust into ruined cunt. Her First Mate's breathes getting shallower and quicker as the minutes of pounding went on. The Elf offered no response to her second refusal of her sleeping in the Captain's cabin, simply soaking in the marvelous sight of the redhead's body bouncing  gleefully with crossed eyes on the fattest cock she had ever taken in her lengthy life as a cum dumpster. She said nothing, only rammed her cock upwards into her slick, juicy folds over and over again. Pounding away and scrapping her womb out each, and every time as her pre-cum made the passage all the more slicker. Half of her cock relentlessly barreling in, and out - her cock's length making it far too difficult to pull all the way out, in the position they were in. The Elf suddenly exhaling bestially through her nose, and grabbed both of her Captain's thighs - planting her in place, as the entire shaft was hilted inside of her. Her fat, heavy sac of balls crushed up against the Captain's ass, as they tightened up. Audible churned... and then nothing. Seconds ticked by, as it was clear the Elf was in the throws of an intense orgasm - lifting herself up, smashing their breasts together forcefully, as she stuffed her tongue into the half agape woman's mouth. Tasting her own sweat on her tastebuds in an uncaring fashion, as she brutalized the redhead's mouth like she did the lower one. Sliding the tip of her long tongue across her teeth, diving underneath her tongue to lap at the reserves of the captain's spittle that rested there. Manhandling the other's talking muscle as it finally hit her. The palm that was rested against the speared in shaft head, suddenly felt a rapid expansion - as did her womb as the cock within her began to pump stream after stream of thick, burning cum into her. Her virile seed piledrived itself into her stretched out womb, filling out and going back into her ovaries - before being unable to hold any more, her yellowish, thick seed filling her cunt out around the shaft, before the pressure of all the trillions of sperm being pumped into her, jetted out of the sides of her fuck hole - all over Danalia's thighs and ball sac, sloppily and goopily down her emptying sac, falling onto the floor to mix with her cunt juices below. Her stomach bulged out, as Danalia held the kiss the entire time. Holding her in place like she was knotting to a bitch - making certain that each, and every drop of her liters, upon liters of semen stayed within.. or at the very least, were spewed out inside of the captain's womb. The minutes passing, as Danalia finally broke from the sloppy, saliva and sweat infused kiss. Her ruby red eye's sparkling in appreciation as she glanced down at her Captain's stomach - looking more like someone four months pregnant, than someone filled with disgustingly hot, warm seed. The poor captain's womb capable of feeling every one of Danalia's swimmers inside of her, millions upon millions of impregnators grinding into her walls, seeking out reproduction, seeking out an egg, seeking out this mother's genetic code to make another. It was miraculous that the Elf didn't have six different crewmember's pregnant currently - certainly she had a potion for that. Its just, would she be willing to give it to her? The Elf however, was done as she stood up - and let the Captain drop off her lap with a lewd sounding 'sklorp' as the removal of her cock, prompted an exodus of the majority of her seed from the woman's decimated hole. Flowing out of her in thick jets, before becoming a stream - it hit the blonde still passed out on the floor's body from how far it flew out of her cunt, from the chair. Lathering the First Mate's cabin floor with thick, yellow and jelly like strands of ungodly viscous girl cum. The fishy stench palpable, immediately from the few seconds it contact air. Most would have recoiled at such a scent - but for some reason, it was marvelous. It was a mark of a job well done. It was the mark of a well-used fuck hole. It was the mark that they had pleased this Elf woman, and that it was something to be proud of. 

The Elf's semi-flaccid cock, hanging between her legs as it slowly began to harden from the stench - and the sights, of the nipple-ring wearing, redheaded captain tossed on the floor, soaking herself in her own juices, and yellow, slowly-drying cum. She glanced over the woman, before reaching down and grabbing her clothes - the captain's that is. Looking them over, before grabbing the red top.. and using it as a rag, to clean up the liter and a half of girl spunk that couldn't keep itself contained with her womb. Her promise to make her red-shirt, yellow-white - was apparently going to become true. The Elf bundling up the clothes - leaving nothing for the Bitchmeat to wear on the way back to her deck-top room, as well as her various doodads and flint lock pistols and leaned over her. Opening her mouth ever so slightly - and drooled on top of her face. The clear, sticky fluid splattering down disgustingly, but the Elf felt it was only proper. Now, when she woke up and licked her lips - she would first taste the Elf's saliva. The Elf's sweat. The Elf's presence and newfound ownership of her body, of her cunt. The Elf unlocked the door - leaving it ajar so both of the bimbos laid out on the floor could be seen, and casually strode herself upwards to the Captain's cabin. Without so much as cleaning off her cock, nor wiping up her thighs and legs from the intense layer of spunk that coated them.. She laid down in the Bitchmaker #4's bed. Inhaling deeply into the pillow, smelling the woman's lovely scent, as her lower-half stained the bedspread with the hers, and went to bed.