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The flap to the tent flings open, allowing a swell of raucous noises to momentarily flood inside. Discordant music, the cheers of drunken men, the clinking of beer glasses. You smile, taking in the vibrant figure of your captain as he enters, arms spread wide and mouth open, singing a sloppy rendition of a classic shanty. As the thick, white and red striped fabric that makes up the doorway of this massive tent swings shut behind him, you hear cheers from several partying men.
“Captain Buggy!!! Goodnight!!”
“Goodnight, amazing, wonderful Captain Buggy!!!”
“Let’s party again, tomorrow!”
“Sleep well, Captain!”
Your captain laughs loudly in response, eyes squinted closed in a childish grin. Then he jumps onto his large canopied bed, his booming voice launching right back into the cheery song. You watch from below as he gleefully dances, careless of the drink spilling from the glass he still holds.. It’s a silly, awkward dance, one that makes him seem more his age than usual. But you can’t help but smile in response, the sight of him so happy filling your heart with a warm, soft sensation.
You bring your hands together into a swift clap, quickly setting the beat for his a capella rendition. He seems to revel in this, his voice growing louder and more off-pitch as he floats his upper half into the air and makes it do a less-than-graceful spin.
“So sings the flashy Genius Jester, Warlord of the Sea, Captain Buuugggyyy!!!!” he roars, arms outstretched. His voice is shrill but powerful, and seems to fill your entire world.
You launch into applause, eager to show your appreciation for the spectacular show you’ve been blessed to witness. Only then does he look your way, blue hair swinging behind him in a thick ponytail. He smiles cheekily. “Thank you! Thank you!”
Then, the room goes silent, and you watch as his face drops into a blank expression- only to then twist into something shocked and annoyed. A disembodied hand launches towards your face in a pointing gesture. “WHO ARE YOU !?!?!?!?!?!??!?!”
Your face curls into a smile, despite yourself. This man you’ve pledged your allegiance to, well you had a lengthy list of reasons to do so … but the fact that he makes you laugh so effortlessly and so often was high up on it. “I’m one of your maids, Captain! I thought I’d clean up some for you while you were at the party. Forgive my intrusion, I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”
“Oh- oh!!” He exclaims, suddenly smug. His torso floats up a little higher, hands resting against his ribs. “Of course, of course!! One of my lovely maids!! Go ahead, go ahead!!! Clean away!!!”
You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at the word lovely, but swallow it down quickly. “Oh, no, Captain! I’ll leave you to your rest. Just let me finish folding your-” big, red jumpsuit is what you almost say, but catch yourself in time. “-this … item of clothing you like to wear! Then I’ll be out of your hair!”
He makes an approving noise, and from the corner of your eye you see him slide back down to the bed and sprawl out into a cluelessly suggestive position. You hurry yourself, but neatly folding the oversized onesie was quite the feat for a girl on her own. Not that you couldn’t, you’d done it plenty of times before! But usually in private, without the watchful gaze of the man you respected and loved more than you could bear beaming into you from his very own bed. There is no swallowing you can do to prevent the burn this time, and your eyebrows furrow as your cheeks bubble with heat.
“I’m not ready to stop drinking!!!!” he suddenly exclaims, sitting up to attention and causing your head to swing towards him. You lovingly notice the flush of his own cheeks, and the dabble of drool on his lip, and most frustratingly the sultry, lidded state of his eyes.
“The party is still going, Captain,” you respond, smoothing out the last fold of the red fabric in your hands. “Should I announce your return?”
“No, no, noooooooo~!,” he muses, something mischievous taking over his expression. “Let’s have a small party! I wanna drink the good stuff!”
His two gloved hands zoom across the room, opening up an inconspicuous drawer and pulling out a fancy bottle of sake with some fanfare. The following giggle from him makes your heart skip a bit.
“Sit down! I’ll share!”
“I couldn’t possibly be so impertinent, Captain!” you argue, your whole body feeling light. Quickly, you store the jumpsuit in its appropriate location and smooth out the apron of your skirt. “I’ll fetch you a proper drinking partner right away. Who would you prefer? Sir Crocodile? Mr. Mihawk?”
Much to your dismay, his face curls into a frightened grimace. “Are you crazy woman!? I want to enjoy this liquor, not drown my sorrows in it!!” His voice came out dynamic and harsh, and you stumble back a bit.
You bow deeply, head hung down to your knees. “Forgive me for being crazy, Captain. Please advise me on your preferred drinking partner.”
A surprised, disgruntled noise sounds inside your captain’s throat. Then, making you jerk slightly in shock, you feel gloved fingers curl under your chin. An insensible amount of strength for just a single hand gently pushes your body back upright, and the warmth you feel through the white fabric on the soft skin of your face makes your breath catch.
“Don’t be so formal!!! You’ll do just fine, sit down! Sit down! Captain’s orders!!!”
When you glance up at him, his smile is wide and bright. You pause to relish the sight, then give a quick, gentle curtsy. “As you wish, Captain.” Can this really be happening? A nightcap, just the two of you, alone in the intimate confines of his room?
As you approach, he spins to sit cross-legged on the bed and vigorously pats the mattress in the area across from him. It takes some gumption, but you find yourself crawling up onto the soft fabric. You’re impossibly close now, and you feel a little annoyed by how casually he laughs as his hands pour out a healthy serving of sake into a white, saucer-shaped cup. Of course it must feel like nothing to someone as grand as him, but to a lowly maid like you, this is an earth shattering event!
You’re not even truly a proper pirate, after all. You don’t have any skills that would be useful besides basic housekeeping. You’re not one of the powerful, cool Impel Down escapees- you could only wish! So how was it that somehow you, lowly you, were sitting inches away from the most amazing, powerful, handsome, flashy pirate that had ever existed? In your periphery, you see that very pirate holding out the dish towards you. You shakily take it, not able to look his way.
Forget your cheeks- every inch of your face and neck and chest is on fire. You're close enough to hear him breathe! He takes a drink- straight from the bottle- and you can even hear the liquid as it's swallowed down his thick, manly throat. He then lets out a dramatic, overly loud sigh of satisfaction. A hand pats your back- a little too hard.
“Come on! Come on! Flashily drink it down!!”
Maybe alcohol is just the thing you need- a savior that will help you relax in the midst of this heart-wrenching tension. Maybe- maybe- you can even chill out enough to say something cool and impress him. Maybe you could become friends with him! You chug the contents of your cup, and the alcohol burns and lurches through your body. You’ve never been a fan of sake, so you can’t say whether this was high quality or not. You steady yourself, powering through the urge to gag and shiver.
“Amazing!” you say cheerfully, making sure to give what you imagine is your prettiest smile. Please let him think it’s pretty. “I can’t believe you’d share this with me, Captain! I’m honored!!”
“You’ve got good taste, hahaha!!” he cheers back at you, and you notice his makeup has started to dry and cake around the wrinkles of his forehead and eyes. You want to brush your finger across it, so badly- but find a way to resist. He leans closer, excited, and brings the bottle to your lips. He then does a messy job of forcing the clear, fragrant liquid into your mouth- and you briefly want to resist but then you realize with awe that this … this is a secondary kiss! His lips touched this same bottle! You can see the lewd stain of his red lipstick!
Just the thought of his mouth residue makes your stomach sink with excitement, and despite your distaste for the drink, you take several gulps. It dribbles down your chin and makes a loud plop onto the skin of your arm- which is also starting to look flushed, for goodness sake. Before you can recover, he laughs again and lifts it back to his lips. You’re decently sure this is not how sake is meant to be consumed, but he looks so relaxed and happy that you’re also sure it couldn’t matter less.
After a few loud gulps, he lowers his gaze at you. His eyes scan your face, and the silence becomes palpable. You wonder if you look strange somehow, and realize with horror that you’ve actually leaned in quite close. Your mouth opens as you struggle to think of something cool to say, but he interrupts you in a brash tone.
“Are you drunk already? Your face is wild right now!” He punctuates the sentence by leaning back a bit and casually slipping off his suspenders. You feel your face pinch in concern, despite yourself, and you quickly bring out your hand mirror. As it clicks open, you get a good look at yourself, and it's more embarrassing than you can bear.
“Y-you’re right! I’m-” red as a tomato you start to say, but bite it down. “-I’m super flushed!! Haha!” You weakly laugh, hoping that if you can play it off, it won’t seem too lame.
“You should drink more,” he muses from beside you, and you realize with delight that he’s leaned into your shoulder in order to look into your small, round mirror himself. “Can’t have a member of my crew be a light-weight! That’s just wrong!!”
“Well, I’m not really a member, not in the true sense …” you whisper, a sudden pinch of forlornness in your chest. “And it's not that I’m drunk, I’m just … it's just …”
Your voice trails off, as you hesitate to say what’s swirling through your mind. But then his chin meets your shoulder, and you can feel the weight of his jaw as he lazily speaks, “Eh? It’s just what? What?”
It's too much for your poor, love-stricken heart to bear! You push him, softly of course, away from you with your arms and tuck your head to the side so he can’t see your flustered face.
“I’m in the bedroom of the incredible man I have a crush on,” you exclaim, voice soft but tinny. “ And he’s touching me nonchalantly as if we’re old friends. It’s like a dream and a nightmare all at once! I’m so happy, but I also feel so out of place.”
You risk a glance, nervously making eye contact with the handsome man before you. “I’m not brave enough for this sort of thing. Please let me be excused, or I might just collapse right here.”
The captain blinks at you, blankly, then turns to look behind him. When his neck snaps back, his expression is drunk and confused. “Who? You can’t mean me, right?”
A strange, frustrated feeling swells within you, and you turn to face him fully again, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Of course it’s you!”
He scrambles backward, falling off the bed into a heap of body parts. His head floats up and he yells, incredulously, “Y-you, you! You! You have a crush on me? On me??? N-no way!”
You feel a tightness in your chest, and you clutch at it desperately. No way, he says? No way? The most powerful, generous, brave and incredible pirate to ever grace the new world, is genuinely surprised to hear that one of his lowly subordinates formed a one-sided crush? Meaning, not only was he the pinnacle of masculine strength and charisma- but he was also humble! Down to earth!!
“M-magnificent …” you whisper, pressing your hands against hot cheeks. “You’re just too magnificent! I fall for you more every day!”
He reforms, and creeps over to the end of the bed. His hands rest on the edge, and the top of his head peers up at you in a masterfully adorable scene. You want to cry, want to squeeze him and kiss his nose right there!
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
Your heart leaps so hard you think it might come out of your mouth. “S-s-s-s-s-seduce!?” Your voice is a weak stammer, your hands trembling. You start to deny it, but the way your captain looks back at you makes you stop. A dangerous, creeping want- need, more like- crawls up your back and rests itself in the skin of your neck. You inch closer to the end of the mattress, lowering your face closer to his.
“Only if … only if it would work,” you say, so softly you’re not sure it’s audible. You watch in intense dread as his brows furrow and he opens and shuts his mouth, seemingly speechless. The redness of his face spreads down to his neck, and the sight of it is almost maddening.
Finally, he speaks, shrill and annoyed. “Are you setting up some sort of flashy punchline!?” His body rises in parts, his head seeming to search the room for a camera.
“Is it so hard to imagine?,” you ask, loudly. Your patience is wearing thin, the tension of the night bumping up against it violently. “Surely you’re aware of how desirable you are?”
You stand on the bed suddenly, making it so that your head now reaches the same height as his floating one. “Your masterful way with words, your intense loyalty to your crew, the incredible intellect and patience you exhibited while lying low in the East Blue- how can you even be real? And to top it off, you’ve got an incredible sense of style, an approachable charm, a drop dead gorgeous body and face. Everyone here wants a piece of you, our Thousand Piece Clown! We’re all hanging on your every word, your every movement! You drive us crazy!!”
He stares back at you, flabbergasted. But now that you’re going, you can’t stop. You walk right to the edge, barely staying balanced, and grab onto the floating shoulders in front of you. “You should be more self-aware, Captain! There’s countless people here who would chomp at the bit to share a night with you!! I bet even Sir Crocodile, even Mr. Mihawk!!”
Finally, he snaps back into life, grabbing onto your shoulders and shouting into your face, the hot breath smelling strongly of fine alcohol. “Don’t say something so terrifying!?!!?”
Now that his face is close enough, you opt to grab onto that instead, relishing the sensation of his chin stubble against the skin of your palms. “Does it scare you? To know that you’re hopelessly, violently desired?”
There’s a flash of anger, but then he looks off to the side in a smug smile. “Of course I’m not scared! What a stupid thing to be scared over! How dare you even suggest that, flashy brat!”
“I know I’m being a brat,” you mumble. “But I’ve been given this chance, so I might as well take it right?” You weren’t sure you should’ve said it outloud, but the way his face softens at your words works you up even more. You pull his head towards yours, touching your foreheads together. “Let me show you, Captain, how desperately you work a woman up.” After a pause you add, “I’ll make you feel good.”
His eyes and mouth distort in frustration, and a squeaking noise rumbles in his mouth. There’s an agonizingly long moment where nothing happens, the two of you just staring at each other in what could be a battle of wills.
Then, in a swirl, you land with a hard thunk onto the bed. Your breath catches- not from the impact, but the incredibly sexy sight of the captain crawling on top of you, hands pinning your wrists against the mattress.
“D-don’t be so cocky!” He asserts, voice raspy and way too close for comfort. “You’re talking like I don’t have any experience- but I don’t need to be shown anything! I’ll be the one to seduce you! And I’ll be the one to make you feel good too, dammit!”
The frantic nature of his words is suspicious, and you can’t help but smile. Cute! Adorable!! How unexpected, this wonderful, candid shyness! Like a schoolboy- how pure! How delightful!! How irresistible! How-
He kisses you, hard and flat-lipped. It completely knocks you out of your thoughts- out of your mind! You feel the soft press of his round nose against your own, and his ponytail tumbles over his ear and into your face. You’re no longer in your right mind. Every ounce of confidence drains from you as your pulse quickens to a deadly pace. Fingers cold and tingling, breath stuck in time, vision blurred with mist.
When his head lifts back up, you’re left staring up at him, nervous and helpless. The reality around you seems distant and impossible. You take a long, stretching breath in through your nose and hold it, making eye contact. Your captain looks at you with a calm awe, and you realize that as yours is slipping away, his reality is coming into focus. His voice sounds out, low and raspy, the deepest reaches of his range.
“You weren’t kidding, were you?”
Speaking seems too hard, so you just shake your head, affirming his words. He kisses you again, softer now. A tongue sneaks out and rubs across your lips, and you part them slowly allowing the muscle to make its way into your mouth, past your teeth, pushing against your own tongue. As the intensity of the kiss increases, you can hear him take small gasps in the brief moments your mouths disconnect, and his hands slide down your wrists, tracing rough fingertips across the skin of your upper arms. When they dip past the sensitive part of your inner elbow, a tickle dances across your skin. The prickle of his sparse beard rubs against your jaw, and you get a good lick across his lower lip that leaves the chemical taste of lipstick on your tongue. The hands continue their journey over your body, and when they reach the frills of your sleeves they hesitate. You take the opportunity to wrap your arms around his head, savoring the small noise it elicits from him. You imagine yourself swallowing in, letting it swirl through you and settle in your stomach. You urge him on, kissing a little harder and feeling heat rush to the fold of your arms, where his hands still rest.
Curving your back, you let your chest push hard against his own. Even through your layers of clothing, your nipples tingle and harden at the sensation. You’re trying to ask him, with your body but not your words, exactly where you want those hands to go. And to your delight, you feel them slowly move again, perfectly outlining the curve of your breasts but not really touching them. You let fingers gently curl into strands of his hair and make a little pleading noise. His hands are large and warm, the texture of his gloves catching on the fabric of your dress as they move a little lower, pressing briefly into the tender softness of your waist. The touch sends a shock through you, and your knees bend in response.
Quite by accident, your knee brushes past your captain’s crotch. When you feel the supple bulge of his growing erection, your breath catches and your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly. You’re also feeling turned on, your lower parts burning with a swelling pressure.
“Captain …” you moan into his mouth, and he leans back a bit, blinking at you with a flushed face. The tender, nervous expression on his face makes your heart swell within you again. It's so hard to imagine, someone of his stature and fame, being brought speechless by a little kissing with some nobody maid. But that has to speak to the incredible strength of his character. Perhaps all the bravado he shows during meetings is a carefully crafted persona meant to inspire and rally his men. Maybe underneath that, is just a simple man. No, no- not simple. An incredible man, nonetheless! And you love him all the more for it! You open your mouth, speaking softly. “Can I undress you?”
His brows furrow, but he sits back obediently. You scramble upright, now able to see for yourself the stretch in his pants where his erection continued to hover. Your heart isn’t quite ready to touch that yet though, so instead you scoop small fingers under the hem of his shirt and lift upwards. It peels off, revealing an expanse of pinkish-peach skin. His complexion is so lively and warm, and his body looks like it's quite at its peak. Strong, muscled, but still soft and inviting. You had expected maybe something more chiseled, just because of how incredibly strong and powerful you know your captain can be- but this is so, so much better. You continue until the shirt slides off his arms, and by instinct you begin folding it neatly.
As you finish, you notice your captain is staring at you, and has adjusted his position to something sort of formal. His eyes drift to the side with an adorable air of awkwardness. Despite yourself, you chuckle. Then you slide your hands onto his knees lovingly. “You’re so cute, Captain.”
He bristles, and a gloved hand floats up and flicks you in the forehead. “I don’t wanna be called cute!” he grumbles, but his face is as bright red as his wonderfully round nose. You start to say that outloud, but think better of it luckily. Instead, you let your hands move upward, tracing fingers across his warm, naked stomach. It feels incredible, and you start to lose yourself in it. You move over, crawling on top of your captain before you can stop yourself. His hands grab at your shoulders, pinching down hard through the fabric of your dress- but you don’t mind. The flustered look on his face fuels you further, and you want desperately to see more of it. As your hands continue to explore the soft skin of his lower belly, you dip your head down and take one of his pink nipples into your mouth.
This elicits a sharp whistle, as well as a garbled set of words that you can’t make out. But you know he could effortlessly push you off if he really wanted, so you continue with a newfound gusto. You flick your tongue across the hardening skin, relishing the way the curves of the nipple feel against your tongue. There are a few soft hairs growing around it, and feeling them in your mouth sends electric shocks down your spine. It's so incredibly sexy, even more so when you feel him twist and jerk beneath you, betraying that it must feel good. You let one hand creep upward and pinch into the other nipple- not too hard, of course! But nevertheless, his hips lurch up at the force of it, and you’re sure he’s grown even harder inside those pants of his.
You catch a whiff of something musky, manly, maddening. You feel your mouth, completely out of your mind’s good control now, trace a flat tongue up the squishy skin of his pectoral muscle and dive into the fold of his arm. He sucks in a breath and you feel the arm raise instinctively. Your free hand quickly slides up, grabbing into the large muscles of his upper arm and keeping it held upward as your face dives into his armpit, resisting the urge to take in a lusty deep breath. The smell is fantastic, not gross but not clean either- the perfect mixture of sting and sweat, letting you know without fail you’re wrapped in the arms of an adult man. The hair is sparse and soft, a beautiful blue color. You plant kisses all around it, then take a long, hard lick. It tastes like salt and sex, and you’re dripping into your panties now.
“W-w-w-w-why would you do that, you m-maniac!?” he softly shrieks, and a hand curves softly across the back of your head.
You speak into the skin of his sensitive armpit, face relaxed and blissful. “Every part of you is sexy to me, silly.”
“Well it tickles, so stop!!!”
You oblige, repositioning so your face is in the crook of his neck. As he wishes, of course! You want to do only exactly what pleases him. You plant a wet kiss on his neck and press your chests together, the fullness of your breasts expanding with your breath against his soft chest. Finally, you feel his hands snake their way back down your body and brave its contours, the large palms pressed against your boobs. You moan happily and suck on his neck, hands exploring the tensed muscles of his manly arms. It feels incredible, even through your dress and apron. Your nipples tense and perk up, and it feels like the outline of each of his fingers on your skin is burning.
“C-captain,” you muse, kissing a trail up his neck until you can capture his lips again and make more of a mess of his lipstick, the red smudges spreading across both your faces. When you make eye contact, you see something seem to snap in him. He flips your bodies over, so that he’s atop you once more. His mouth opens as if he might say something, but then he frowns deeply, flustered. You trace a hand down the side of his face, looking up at him lovingly. “Captain …”
He then sends two disembodied hands to grab at your legs, and you cover your mouth to keep in the lewd noises that want to escape from you mouth. As your legs are bent back towards your body, your skirt falls around you. The cold air hits your exposed thighs and genital area, and as you watch your captain’s gaze fall slowly towards your body, you feel like you might die. Though you can’t see it yourself, you can feel the wetness of your white panties growing. His hands dance downward, leaving the curve of your knees to press into the soft fat of your thighs. A squeak escapes you, and surprisingly you feel yourself blush even deeper.
You watch in awe as his face lowers, and before you can object you feel a hot mouth press against your vagina, soaking in the wetness of the fabric of your underwear. You moan, hard, completely breathless. The mouth continues, moving in a slow, deliberate fashion. A tongue presses hard and moves upward, and the fabric twists and folds in its soaked state. The hands press deeper, creating divots in the skin. Your hands move from your mouth to cover your eyes now. There’s no use in suppressing your voice now, but at least you can cover your eyes to better focus on the insanely good feelings racing through your skin. His nose and chin scoot the fabric over, and now the wet warmth of his mouth meets the fold of your sex directly. You choke a bit, toes curling into the comforter and legs trembling.
The soft, smooth texture of his round, red nose presses into the extremely sensitive area of your clit as his mouth moves against the folds of your vagina. You imagine the red stains his make up may leave on the skin around your private area and feel lust overwhelm you. Your hips arrow up a bit, allowing for your captain's tongue to enter inside you with a wet slurp.
He licks eagerly, eating you out with a gentle but firm appetite. As his mouth explores you, his nose presses in at different angles, and the pressure it causes against your clitoris has gasps leaving your mouth desperately. It seems to last an absurdly long time, the liquids from his mouth and from your insides mixing together into a slick, sloppy cacophony of lewd noises. He grunts pleasurably as if he enjoys the taste, and the vibrations of it mixed with the scruff of his chin against your sensitive skin brings you dangerously close to an orgasm.
Your hands gingerly touch his face, and you gasp out your words. “Please, Captain, hurry … I want you inside me …”
He softly plants kisses all around your vagina, and each one sends shivers down your legs and increases the burning inside you. His voice sounds incredibly sultry and raspy from between your legs. “I don’t have a condom.”
“That’s fine, that’s totally fine …” you respond, desperation swirling the thoughts in your head. He responds by moving upwards and kissing you, the taste of your own sex sharp on his lips. You relish it, still in awe that he would pleasure you in such a way. This incredible man, this sex god, this mad pirate. You want to be a doll in his hands, totally lost in his control and pleasure. No, no- you want to melt into him, becoming one with him, never to be separated. Actually, no, you want to shrink him down and swallow him, capturing him inside you and locking him away forever. You want him, you want him so badly, you can feel tears welling in your eyes.
“Please,” you beg, shameless. “Hurry!”
“D-don’t order me around!!” he whispers, but there’s no weight to his words. You reach your hands down and help slide his pants and underwear down, and finally you see the full state of his penis. Hard, beautifully colored, perfectly sized. Not too big, not too veiny, not weirdly shaped. Just perfect! And swollen with pleasure because of … well, because of you! Wow! You smile, delighted with how your life has turned out. Spreading your legs further, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him gently on the forehead.
“I love you, Captain Buggy …!”
He starts to push inside of you, and the ample liquids make a slick, smooth path for him. You can feel the muscles of your vagina spreading, stinging, pulsing as he moves inside you. It's a fullness you’ve never felt before- not just from the physical dick sneaking its way within you, but from the immense feelings of adoration and respect you have for this incredible pirate. They mix together in a whirlwind and race across your body, your mind, your soul. You hold onto him as tightly as you can, whimpering against the pleasure into his ear. He responds with a sultry, passionate moan of his own. The shrillness of it rings your head, making you feel like you might just vibrate outside of your own body.
He’s fully within you now, and you’re both panting against each other desperately. When he starts to move, you bite your lip and squeeze your arms against it. Any attempt to stabilize yourself is worthless, because his thrusts into you are mind-numbingly fierce and accurate. Upwards slightly, expertly angled to rub against every part of your insides that feel best. Your mouth slacks open, drool pooling and dripping in hot globs down your chin. You can’t even make sounds anymore, they’re stuck in your throat.
But your captain can, and the noises he’s making are so sickeningly manly and sexy, you want to wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze. How can be so, so? So amazingly incredible in every way? How can a man like him be allowed to exist? Is this a reward, or a punishment? You don’t know, and perhaps you don’t care. For the moment, you force the muscles of your hips and legs to relax and give in to the pleasure.
Your first climax hits you unexpectedly, and the walls of your vagina tense and relax, tense and relax, tense and relax, until a spurt of liquid splashes out between thrusts. You curl fingers into the skin of his back, hoping to regain your breath- but he doesn’t relent his pace. In fact, you feel his thrusts speed up and deepen, and within a minute you climax again. You nearly scream, but the sound is choked by your breathless lungs. You cling onto him in a desperate fashion, moving your hands around frantically, looking for some way to stabilize yourself but coming up empty handed.
He kisses you again, deep and forceful. You can still taste alcohol burning in his saliva, but you relish it, along with the firm press of his round nose against your own. The movement into you is so flush, so hot, so maddening, that you can hardly process it. “Captain, captain, captain ….”
As your voice trails, you feel his mouth move to your ear … and much to your dismay, he whispers your name. How did he even know it? You didn’t think he knew … you didn’t think he knew!!-
You cum a third time, and it’s one of those orgasms that seamlessly blends into the next, leaving you sweaty and tense and gasping and lulled into a half-witted haze.
“I’m gonna cum …” you hear his amazing voice say, and you wrap your legs around his waist, curling fingers into his soft hair.
“Come inside, come inside,” you beg, so desperate you can hardly think straight. He makes a noise of dissent- but it's too late, and you feel his whole body tense as something warm and wet fills you up. As he cums, he lets out a rumbling, dark noise from the recesses of his wide throat. So you bite it, relishing the vibrations of it against your lips.
After several tense twitches, he’s emptied himself completely inside of you. It feels incredible- sweetly lewd and insanely filling. You feel his cock pull out of you with a satisfying squelch, and he rolls off of you. Laying beside you, you watch his chest rise and fall as he struggles to regain his breath.
And then you feel his closest hand crawl over to yours, and grasp it into a loving fist. Your heart swells once again, and a few tears escape your eyes. Luckily, he’s not looking your way at the moment and doesn’t seem to catch it.
“I’m so happy. Even if this is all it will ever be,” you say, whisper-soft. “Thank you, thank you so much.”
He rolls over, looking pensively down at you. “I think you have some screws loose, you know.”
You laugh, gently at first but then erupt into a fit you can’t control. A small spurt of cum exits you as your stomach tenses. You lay your head against his chest, taking in that wonderful smell of his body once more. “You’re delightfully unaware, Captain.”
A long moment passes, and his finger traces a circle onto the skin of your upper arm. “Um.” he sounds, nervously. “What … what if you end up pregnant?”
You snuggle into his body, your mind brimming with the possibilities. That was the best case scenario, after all! You feel something dangerous taking over you. “That’d be wonderful! Then I’ll raise our child to be an incredible pirate, just like their father!” You sit up, excitedly, looking down at him with measured glee. “They’ll have a great sense of humor, and an infallible sense of bravery- just like you! And the most adorable big, red nose you’ve ever seen!”
Ah- oh no. You realize the second you’ve said it, but it's too late! It’s over! It’s been uttered, been given life- the sounds have formed and traveled through the atmosphere right into his gorgeous, manly ears!!!
Your captain sits up with a start, looking incredulous and angry. “W-who has a big, red nose!!!??!?!?!?”
Instantaneously, you feel hands grab you up by your clothes, and you’re floating through the air at a brisk pace. Then you’re thrown, flying through the opening of his tent and landing on the ground with a hard thunk. It hurts! It hurts, but it's your own fault of course!! You know better than to point out his nose, however lovely you think it to be!
The night air fills your lungs violently, and you grab at your temples in disappointment with yourself. You feel that you might start crying, but then, suddenly, you see your captain’s head poke out of the tent flap unceremoniously. He stares down at you, flushed.
“By the way, you are one of my crew! Don’t say you’re not, dumb girl!! You’re a flashy pirate!! Act like it!!”
His face disappears behind the flap once more, and you sit in utter silence, happiness flooding through your body.
If Captain Buggy says it, it must be true- right?
You’re a pirate now!