Thread: 'Twixt Sea and Mirrored Sky (MissInk & Erit)

One could say many things about Azrea, but not that she did not know how to bring pleasure to her mate. He laid back and allowed himself to enjoy her ministrations, the nuzzling and kissing and cleaningparticularly the cleaning for how dainty her mouth looked, she certainly knew everything about using it. When she hopped spryly to her feet and began to dress, he smiled at his kit and simply drank in the sight of her as more and more flesh disappeared from view one could also never say she was not beautiful, at least not now that she was properly cared for. She had been a mite more wretched when she first arrived, underfed, battered and filthy, but the intervening months had seen her spring back with such vigor one could hardly tell she was the same woman who demanded to swear loyalty to him. As he watched her legs disappear to her trousers, he wondered briefly if nothing could truly be done to afford her luxurious tail more comfort without baring her hindquarters to the world. He trusted his crew they could not even think of Fox in that way, such that she would be safe walking the deck stark naked if she wished, but other men? He loathed the looks she often received whenever she came into towns with him, perched on his shoulder like he was some kind of fencepost. Though nobody actually touched her, with his imposing bulk around. After she helped him redress himself, an unnecessary but accepted gesture that earned her a gentle pat on the head, he stood and repositioned the chair as it began to slide from the motion of the ship. The heavier furnishings, his desk and bed and wardrobe, were all nailed into place, but the original chair had broken under his weight two months prior and so they had replaced it with a mismatched but more sturdy piece. At her question, the Captain pulled Azrea into his lap and hugged her close, leaning back and looking towards the ceiling in contemplation. Beyond the port they were currently headed for, there was no real plan in place. The Unlashed went where rumor said it could make money, and about as often as not they made a small living through honest means when there was nothing worth taking through piracy. Coming up with nothing, he looked down at his kit and shrugged, deciding he would answer her when he had a better one to give. Above deck, his crew began their preparations for docking. They had been through this enough times before, and let their captain to his rest after the things he had done and endured for them those years ago, they to a man felt he had earned the time he took with Fox out of the steady rain and chill winds. And they trusted him enough to sail directly for those tiered roofs that reminded them so of the bad old days, and when they arrived in the port as the sun began to kiss to western horizon, they handled the docking fees without disturbing him save the first mate knocking on his door and announcing their arrival. At that point, the Captain looked up from Azrea's tail, which he had been brushing with a silver comb set with deep blue enamel, and smiled at her, offering his shoulder to ride on if she desired to leave and see the town for the evening.