Thread: The Voyage of the Silken Siren (The Corsair and Xanaphia)

The first jet of seed into her core was glorious. She didnt have to hold back any longer, a deep guttural cry of relief escaping her throat. Her orgasm drained every drop of pleasure from his meat, her body seeming to drink in his release. He was hot and hard against her as they recovered together, his heart pounding at the same rhythm as her own, his breath tickling the back of her neck. It was nice, and the thought annoyed her. Get off me, She growled, pushing him away. He was just another man. Another man she wouldnt even have to see again, when she left port the day after tomorrow. She staggered to pick up her pants, and put them back on, even as she was covered in the proof of their liaison. Stinking of him, though if she were being perfectly honest, it wasnt really a stink. Wild and masculine and musky, there was an appeal. The same appeal of his firm figure and piercing eyes and rapier wit. She sighed loudly. She was just another cheap whore to him, and he wasnt worth her time, even if she left her trembling from bliss. Dressed with her pants back on, and her top tied over her breasts, she looked back at him. Say something , her mind hissed at her. Flirt or insult or tease or thank him. Just say something. But nothing came out, and she left without even a goodbye, shaky legs not hiding how good he had given it to her. She did head to the docks, this time. And despite her taunts, fucking him had taken some time, time enough for the mob hunting them to disperse. So she wobbled to The Silken Siren where a couple of her crew were on deck, drinking and laughing. Did you have a helluva night, a redhead questioned, holding up a nearly finished bottle of rum Or we are all gon hafta grab steel and stab a motherfucker? Aurelia took the bottle to the head to avoid answering, but eyes bored into her. It was alright, She lied, setting the empty bottle on the table. She could see the look of disbelief on the womens faces and she retracted. It was decent, but he was an asshole. Assholes are the worst, arent they? Especially when they know they are a good fucking lay. Hard to enjoy getting off when they wont shut up about it, the woman with the dark skin and bright eyes complained, opening a new bottle and pouring some shots. The trick, Ayanna, the redhead started, taking a shot before continuing, is to ride their face, so you can enjoy yourself without having to hear their mouth. Put that tongue to good use. Even Aurelia had to laugh at that, sharing a shot with her crew. Anything happen tonight, Gwynn? she asked the redhead, leaning against the mast for the moment. Gwynn shook her head. Nah, nearly everyone is back already. Delinda and Mei are still out, and Phedra dropped off some money before heading back out, with Seith. Aurelia nodded at this. She insisted that her crew try to work in pairs, keep an eye out for each other, have each others backs. She just didnt take her own advice all that much. Alright, I am going to try and get some sleep. Supposed to meet with this Nasir al-Udan about hiring on some extra protection in the morning. She explained, taking another long pull off the bottle. Night you two. Ayanna turned back toward Gwynn as Aurelia stumbled off towards her room. Socan I ride your face? she teased. Why dont you ride this instead? Gwynn asked, holding up a single offensive finger.