He licks me until every spasm has passed and I hang from his shoulders, panting, my enlarged breasts straining at the lace of my bodice. I tear at the garment and it yields easily, ripping open and spilling out my swollen breasts and thick, stiff nipples.
“You even taste as I remember,” he chuckles, climbing up my body, kissing and caressing my breasts, before planting a passionate, cum-sweetened kiss upon my lips. I moan beneath him, my tongue swirling with his, sharing that sweet nectar. I feel the hardness of his cock, pressing in his trousers, stiff enough that I almost feel as if he could slide inside me through his pants.
“Oh, Zimon, will you take me now?” I gasp against his lips.
“Yes, of course, my love,” he says, kissing me again, slipping a hand to my breasts and squeezing my left and then my right.
But he is not quick to claim the prize I offer him. He squeezes harder and plays with my sensitive nipples as we kiss. I whimper and part my thighs, trying to will his cock out of his trousers and into my soaking pussy. I reach for it and he does not stop me as I part his robe, unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his trousers. His cock strains at his silken underwear. I pull them down, filling my hand with the hot, stiff, impressive length of his manhood.
“Ride me, my love,” he says, rolling off me and onto the carpet spread by the fire. “I want to watch your body move atop mine.”
“Y-yes, of course,” I reply, admiring his fit body, his hair, and the impressive size of his cock. I feel awkward with the huge, swaying weight of my new breasts as I get onto my hands and knees and crawl astride his hips. He grasps the root of his cock as I kneel above it. If I lower myself the littlest bit, my cuntlips brush against his swollen tip. I gasp and jerk at the sensation. He laughs and rests one hand on my hip, the other still holding his root.
“Slowly now, Molly,” he says, urging me lower with his hand on my hips. “I want to feel every silky bit of that sweet pussy.”
“Y-yes, Zimon,” I moan, lowering myself until his cockhead caught on my velvet folds and began to spread my pussy open.
“Hot as a furnace,” he says, releasing his hold on his cock and letting me take over. “Swallow it up. Engulf it.”
“Yessss,” I hiss, pushing downward and filling my slick, eager pussy with his full length. It is not as big as one of the abhorreth’s cock tentacles, but it is somehow more fulfilling by being attached to a human. I brace my hands upon his chest, feeling the strength of his body as I begin to ride atop him.
Oh, but how my breasts heave with the motion! It’s as if they’re filled up with jelly, rising with my upward motion and then splashing against me and jiggling with the force of each downward thrust. I clutch at him with my inner walls. He holds my hips and grips my ass, thrusting up to meet me. Our bodies slap together, our intensity growing with each roll of my hips and each upward stroke of his cock.
“Fuck meeeeeee,” I whine, tossing my blonde locks and riding down hard against him.
“Molly! Yes! My seed is churning!” He bucks beneath me, nearly throwing me off his cock. I squeeze around him, riding to the edge of a climax and feeling him rise to meet me.
“Cum for me, Zimon,” I gasp.
“Kiss me, my sweet,” he says.
I fall atop him, my breasts cushioning the landing as I fall straight into a passionate kiss. He wraps me tightly in his arms, pinning me against him, kissing me hungrily as he bends his knees and uses his thighs to brace my ass. He rams hard and fast into me and his cock surges and swells.
“MMMMMmmmm!” moans Zimon into the kiss.
“MMM!” I reply, our mouths joined and my tongue swirling against his.
His cock surges and jerks inside me, hot seed firing into my fertile depths. Wherever we are is not under the curse, because his pulsing seed does not trap me with conception. It does, however, send me over the edge with him. Pleasure spikes through my body and I gasp and wail against his lips, sloppy, uncontrolled, my pussy squeezing around him with my pleasure as it overflows with his cum. My pleasure outlasts his and his thrusts slow even as I am still cumming. I ride back against his cock, fulfilling my own ecstasy and churning his seed in my depths.
We stay joined like that for a long while, the fire crackling beside us and our breathing slowly returning to normal. As his cock slips out of my pussy, he looks up at me, smoothing the hair from my face.
“I love you, Zimon,” I whisper.
“I know, Molly,” he says. “We will spend this time together. And then you will go back and I will make sure you do not remember what has happened between us.”
I feel a pang of sadness knowing that he will forget these moments. It is also freeing. I can become Molly for him and when the time comes, I can go back to my master. I can be happy swimming and diving in the cold water and will not be troubled by memories of what my life might be like. If only I were really Molly.
“Can we go again, Zimon?” I ask him, stroking his beard and cheek.
“Of course, my love,” he chuckles. “We can go as many times as you would like. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees and show me that lovely bottom of yours? I think I would like to put my cock up it.”
“Ohhhh, yes, Zimon,” I moan, forgetting all about my strange predicament.
I offer up my ass and the handsome wizard moves behind me. Being Molly is going to be fun!
THE END
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Drinking makes me fighty
“Drinkin’ makes me fighty,” I slur with all drunken seriousness and then burst out laughing a moment later. “Used to fight my brother. Real brawls. And sometimes a tree. With my sword.”
“Ah-ha!” Delfina leaps to her feet. Her blade flashes in the sunlight as she draws it from her scabbard. “You have a sword! Draw your weapon you untamed harlot! Show me your mettle!”
“Oh, well then,” I say, rising from the fallen log. I wipe off my trousers and then, in a rather inelegant flourish, draw my sword and brandish it in her direction. My blade is much more heavily made, stronger and double-edged, whereas Delfina’s silver blade is a slender cutlass.
“Careful now, landlubber,” she warns as we begin the dance of combat, “I’ll not show you mercy. If you lose to me, I might just…cut off your clothes!”
She lunges forward with such suddenness that I barely have time to raise my guard. Her blade clangs off mine, but continues inside my guard, slashing across my blouse. Something rips at my waist and as she dances back I see that she has skewered a grimy ribbon of my blouse. I switch to a one-handed grip of my sword and run my hand over my abdomen. No blood, but she might have slashed open my belly.
“You nearly cut me,” I say.
“Just hold still then, Beatrix,” she laughs. “I’ll have you naked in seconds.”
“You mad bitch!” I shout, my anger boiling as I surge forward. My driving attack startles her and she struggles to parry my furious blows. One of my attacks is deflected by her blade and the sharp point of my sword skims across her bare shoulder. She hisses in surprise and blood trickles from a shallow cut.
“You! You are the bitch!” She says, her eyes wild. She surprises me by throwing her sword at me. I struggle to catch it without losing a finger. She charges at me as I am fumbling with her blade, driving a shoulder into my breastbone and knocking us both to the soft jungle floor.
Delfina is stronger than me. I realize that as soon as we go arm-to-arm and she pins my left arm easily to the ground. I manage to keep my right arm in the fight, though this only encourages her to embrace another tactic and rip open my blouse. My breasts are exposed, my little nipples puffy atop the jiggling mounds of my tits.
“Look at those,” laughs the pirate. “Almost as nice as mine!”
I manage to twist my arm free of her hand and I grab her blouse and yank it down with a rip, freeing her tawny tits. Her golden-brown mounds are of a slightly paler shade than the rest of her flesh. Her nipples are dark and stiff. She pins my arm back to the jungle f
loor and leans her breasts against mine. Her stiff buds rub back and forth against my nipples, sending little buzzes of pleasure into my body, reaching directly to my clit by some electrical anatomy.
“Get off of me!” I cry, lifting my leg between hers. This only causes my thigh to press against the front of her trousers, eliciting a murmur of pleasure from Delfina.
“You are quick to fight,” she says, “but just as quick to be beaten. You will never be the captain. Say it.”
She shakes her shoulders back and forth, teasing her nipples against mine, pinning my arms to the jungle floor no matter how hard I fight. I toss my head, my dark hair sweeping over my face, but it cannot hide me from her view. She laughs, her lips close to mine, her voice hot and demanding, “Say it, Beatrix. Admit you will never be the captain. I am the captain.”
“Don’t really want to be…ahhhhhhh…be the captain!” I cry, writhing in her embrace.
“I have heard that before,” she says, her words hot against my lips, her hips working as she rubs herself against my leg. “Say it. Tell me I am the captain.”
“Y-you’re the captain,” I hiss. “Alright? Are you satisfied?”
“Mmmmmm, not nearly,” she says, her eyes sparkling beneath her heavy lids. “You’ll have to do much more to satisfy me.”
She kisses me, stifling my reply. I stiffen and arch on the ground, trying to push her away. I manage to lift my hands from the ground, my fingers twined with hers as I push upwards, but she overpowers me and slams my hands back to the ground. I moan against her lips, yielding to her kiss and all the desire behind it. Her tongue invades my mouth, hot and slippery and spicy with the rum. I slide my tongue in reply, kissing her as hungrily as she is kissing me.
“Mmmmmmmm,” we moan together.
She rides against my thigh. I can feel the heat of her pussy through her trousers.
“Are you my new first mate?” She breathes between kisses. “Are you going to get down on your knees…mmmmm…and swab my deck?”
“Oh, yes, captain,” I gasp, my lust growing with each kiss.
“I can be very demanding as a captain,” she replies. “I like it clean down there. Sparkling.”
“Mmmmmm, I can clean it for you,” I reply, arching beneath her again and pressing a kiss to her lips. She indulges me for a moment and then pulls back, fresh mischief in her eyes.
“Let’s put that to the test!”
She gives me a last passionate kiss and then rises from atop me. She lets my hands up and then gets to her feet. I sit up, watching raptly as she unbuckles her sword belt and peels her trousers down her shapely hips. She reveals her pale golden skin and the dark, silky fluff of her cunt. Her body is toned and powerful, her thighs looking like they could crush my head if I ventured between them. But gods, do I want to!
Delfina runs her hands from her perky breasts, just a bit bigger than my own, down her muscular body to that dark pelt. She strokes her brown cuntlips, massaging a prominent clit and parting her folds to reveal the glistening pink of her depths.
“Come here, matey,” she says. “Swab it clean and don’t stop sucking until I tell you.”
“Aye-aye, captain,” I say, giving her a salute as I crawl towards her.
I’m so drunk, I don’t feel any shame. No restraint. I brace my hands on her powerful thighs and press my face between them. I breathe her musk and bury my face against her hot cunt. This is where I belong, I realize. I could never hope to challenge a swordswoman and captain like Delfina.
“Ooooh, that’s it,” she says. “Put that pretty pink tongue right there. Right on the button. Oooooooh, such a good girl.”
I feel an odd flush of pride as she compliments my eager tonguework. I lap at her fat clit, coaxing it even further out of her delicate hood. Her juices are warm, sweet, and slick and they spill into my mouth and down my chin. She cradles the back of my head, rolling her body and fucking against my mouth. I open wider, sucking at nearly her whole pussy, tongue ravenous and adoring.
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnn!” I cry, looking up at her.
“That’s it,” she moans. “Go on, first mate. Go on and touch your little clit. I will permit your pleasure as well. I am a generous captain…oooooohhhh…and your tongue has earned relief.”
“Thank you, captain,” I moan between licks.
I plunge my fingers into my trousers, into the heat of my panties, as my tongue divides her folds and slips into the honeyed channel of her cunt. I frenziedly rub my buzzing clit, fucking myself with desperate fingers as Delfina thrusts it into my face. Her hand holds me tightly against her cunt and she smears her juices up to my nose and down to my chin.
“MMMMmmmmm!” I cry, my tongue deep one moment and slipping and sliding over her clit the next.
“Ohhhhh yesss,” she hisses, adding her other hand to the back of my head. “Yes, lick it, Beaxtrix. Swab it with that naughty tongue. Oh, your captain likes it! Cum for your captain! Cum with your captain!”
“Nnnnnhnnn!” I cry desperately, tongue lapping at her clit and dipping into her hot folds.
I pump my fingers into my trembling hole, eager to join her. My tongue drives Delfina to the edge. I see the tension build in her straining muscles. She lets out a long, wordless moan and her shoulders jerk forward suddenly, her breasts dangling above me.
Suddenly, my mouth is flooded. Her cum spills onto my face and drips onto my quivering tits. The hot spill of her slippery nectar plunges me into my own ecstasy. I clamp my mouth to her twitching cunt, sucking her juice eagerly as my pussy spasms around my thrusting fingers. Hot waves of pleasure connect me to her. I ride my fingers as she rides my face, bathing me in her musk.
Delfina finally steps back, her muscular thighs trembling. I look up at her, drenched in her cum and my sweat, my fingers slowing inside my shuddering slit.
“Not bad,” she gasps, grinning down at me. “Maybe I’ll keep you around on The Savage Queen. Let you bunk with me in the captain’s quarters. If you behave.”
“Ohhh, I will,” I moan, slipping my hand out of my panties.
“Good,” she says, turning to look back in the direction of the cove. This happens to give me a lovely view of her firm, peachy, golden-brown bottom. “Let’s make that jump now, Beatrix.”
“W-what? Now?” I stagger to my feet.
“While we’re still drunk, yes,” she says, pulling up her lacy panties and her trousers. “Or do you intend to disobey an order from your captain?”
“No!” I cry. “No, ma’am!”
I wipe my face on the back of my arm and begin to hurriedly dress. I’m still quite drunk, so it’s difficult, particularly if I keep distracting myself with looks at the lovely pirate queen. She takes her time dressing and watching me fumble about, occasionally chuckling when I fall over trying to put on my boots or button my ripped blouse incorrectly and start over. Finally, she pulls me into her arms and gives me a long, deep kiss and a squeeze on my ass.
“Let’s go for a swim,” she says.
CONTINUE >
The dread pirate Robert the Black
I carefully turn the knob and open the door just wide enough to peer inside the captain’s cabin. It is a spacious stateroom furnished with the nautical trappings of a captain, all turned to mold, rust, and blackened with decay. A well-built, handsome, black-bearded man stands beside a four-poster bed, a black tricorn officer’s hat upon his head and a cutlass skewering his chest. It must be Robert the Black. His eyes glow defiantly and I realize that the sword is not just any sword, it is Delfina’s. The beautiful pirate queen grasps the handle of her sword and draws it out of the pirate’s chest. It hardly even leaves a hole where it pierced the man, but faint blue light glows from the wound.
“Do you feel better now, Delfina?” asks the pirate, his voice a gruff growl.
“A bit,” she admits. “You took my ship from me! You listened to that wizard!”
“Ah, but you broke my heart,” says Robert, caressing Delfina’s arm. “When I caught you with the wizard,
I flew into a rage. I couldn’t stand to kill you, but I had to punish you.”
“You took my ship from me and sent me away to that prison,” she cries, pushing him away with both hands. “You believed his side of the story! You thought I deceived him?”
“You deceived us all,” says Robert. “You sold those slave girls and kept the gold. I know it, Delfina, but…it doesn’t matter. None of it matters. I waited for you.”
“Is that why my ship is rotting in a cave?” she asks softly.
“It is,” he says. “I couldn’t leave you, but I searched the island and I could not find your prison. So we waited and a sickness came that claimed us all. We fell and we were reborn and we continued to wait for you. I was wrong, Delfina.”
I am about to interrupt their discussion, but Delfina shocks me by embracing the handsome pirate with such vigor she knocks the captain’s hat from his head. She throws her slender arms around the captain’s neck and presses a kiss to his lips. His eyes flare and he wraps her in his arms in reply, kissing her just as passionately as she is kissing him.
“I am back, my love,” pants Delfina between kisses.
“Join us,” moans Robert against her lips. “Lead us again, my captain.”
“Oh, Robert, my love,” she gasps, falling in his arms onto the bed. “I shall!”
Feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I rest one hand on the pommel of my sword and loudly clear my throat. They stop their kissing and lift their heads up from the bed where their bodies are already entangled.
“Oh, Beatrix!” cries Delfina, smiling at me as if she had not left me to be eaten by a tentacle beast. “Welcome aboard The Savage Queen. This is Robert the Black.”
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