Thread: Open Skies, Smoking Guns(Myself x F R O S T)

Though he was bound to be captured, at least the elf got a lovely handful of the catgirl's ample breasts, he wasn't wearing gloves either. However, he was still blushing fiercely when Mercury had rounded the corner, looking something like an animal about to be run over by a tank. Her reaction to the accidental grope also caused his own body to react, but thank the ancestors he was wearing baggy pants. The catgirl had also blushed, of course, he didn't blame her but that dragon who rounded the corner very quickly reinforced his urge to surrender, his claws and tail were all dripping with blood, he looked like he could tear a small platoon apart! It was actually the first time that the wild elf had ever seen a Dragon, they had been talked about by his tribe, faster than arrows and far more deadly... His eyes moved back to the nearly topless neko, who was pointing a dagger at him and then demanding he not move - he did not move a muscle, and tried his best to not stare blankly at the catgirl's barely covered breasts, only occasionally stealing glances and remembering full well what that felt like. Mercury could however not contain his amusement into walking into the rather provocative scene. Damn girl, you work fast He looked up and down the elf's shocked and blushing face, knowing full well that some sort of mishap had happened, it was not going to stop the playful dragon from running with it. He ignored her rebuttal, smiling as she grabbed her rope and tied up the very compliant and still blushing young elf, placing one of his knuckles to his chin and offering her a contemplating and rather sardonic look. What, you sure you don't want to finish? Your boyfriend there doesn't look like he would mind He joked, watching the elf slink off into the hold to be captured by the rest of the crew. Mercury however wasn't nearly done with the catgirl, her situation greatly lightened his chaotic mood, enough to distract him from the injury on his arm. Eyes up here Mercury hadn't been staring at her chest, however her telling him that made him defiantly bring his golden eyes to level with her chest and nod his head approvingly. Neh The dragon made a dismissive sound before chuckling to himself and bringing his eyes up to hers, his own pointed ears picking up her words as he continued, listening cautiously down the corridor that the young elf that had been guarding before turning around to give a suspicious glance to the nearly topless neko, who had requested his shirt. The dragon turned to wipe the blood off his talons on the wall next to the door before glancing at the neko and grinning, seeming to mull it over before sighing, getting an idea. Only if I can have yours He said with a grin, stepping back into the hallway so he could spread out those wings and undo the bottons on the side straps pulling the shirt off for her... slowly... The shirt might fit the neko, it would be an incredibly tight fit and leave much of her back exposed of course, but more importantly while the dragon was removing the shirt he peeled it off nice and slowly to tease her. He had seen her looking at him before and was a natural tease, so when he exposing that slender, muscular torso for her to fully enjoy he made a show about it, but was subtle enough at least to look like he was just having difficulty getting it around his wings. Six limbs makes it a little harder He said, handsome face grinning as he handed her the garnment, folding his wings again and turning to press his ear to the door. The she shirt he gave her certainly would be a tight fit, tailored for mercury's muscular and quite slender torso, his shoulders were broader than hers, but he certainly did not have the chest. The straps would provide some adjustment and release. The shirt also quite notably smelled like mercury, a hint of his sweet sweat and bitter mint. The Dragon did his best to not obviously look at her when he was changing, but would quickly wrap her tattered garment around his wounded arm to staunch the already slowing flow of blood and give her an approving glance before tilting his head towards the door. Hes inside, I hear panting, smell fear The Dragon wrapped his talons around the handle to the door - the door was wood but held in place by a metal dead bolt and a bar on the other side. An expensive security measure, and from Mercury's senses, the merchant captain hadn't trusted his mercs or soldiers enough to keep one in the room. The lock on the door was also expensive, one of the fancy combination locks common to southern ships, and again like every other lock it had a critical weakness. It wasn't dragon-proof. Mercury took a couple steps back and tensed his legs, muscles tensing and legs bending enough to make the kama part slightly and give a glance at the metallic scales before the dragon stepped forward and delivered a powerful kick right into the handle. The entire door shook and cracked, wood cracking and the telltale sound of glass breaking on the other side of the door as bolts flew from the housings of the blockbar into furnature. Another kick sent the door flying open and the Dragon stepped inside. The merchant's quarters were incredibly well furnished, a large T Shaped room with a large desk covered in paperwork in the center and expensive glass bottles, one of which had been struck by shrapnel and shattered, posters and paintings lined the walls and a single expensive bed lie in the far corner to the left of the desk and an even larger cabinet stood to the right. The decorations were easily pretty valuable in this room and mercury couldn't help but smirk as his talons scraped against the finer wood of the floor. Dibs He said with s chuckle before crossing the room with heavy strides, making for the only possible hiding spot in the room and without hesitation ripping one of the doors open and reaching inside to grab the merchant captain around the neck. The captain was inside, a plump man and well dressed, clearly not a mercenary or shiphand... he smelled like fear and now urine the reason Mercury hadn't been kind to the door, whatever was inside was ruined The man released a bit of a girlish shriek when the door to his hiding place was ripped open by a dragon, pulling a pistol and aiming it at the dragon, firing both shots from the derringer pistol while Mercury reached in to grab him. The presence of the pistol was something the Dragon failed to expect, and unfortunately for the captain, he reacted faster than the captain could pull the trigger. Both shots hit the wall near the door as his arm was grabbed and bent at the elbow ninty degrees away from the dragon, snapping his arm at the joint. Got the captain! Merc shouted, ignoring the even girlier screams and sobbing of the man who was now curled up in a ball nursing his destroyed arm. More boarders would arrive soon to grab him and take him above deck, it seemed the pirates had won.