Charting A Course: Aftermath

"Show me... give it to me..."

He watched from the doorway how the captain's hand all but turned into a blur, the meat beneath her fingers swelling up with excitement. The minotaur, a renowned gladiator from overseas, unleashed a series of grunts, then jolted on the bed - a fountain of seed audibly squirting out while the red-haired woman's giggles echoed through the room.

"Oooh, you're so gooood..." She cooed, milking the man over her breasts with deft, experienced motions, white ropes continuing to eject irregularly out of the minotaur like a leaky hose thrashing on the ground. The captain suddenly shivered, and he grimaced as he noted the steady stream of the same liquid slowly seeping out from underneath her buttocks, staining the mattress - whoever was on cleanup duty was in for a tough one the next day.

"First mate..."

Her voice made him straighten up, and he swung the door open fully in a desperate bid to make it appear as if he had just arrived.

"Yes, Captain?"

She gave him a steady look, cocking her head to one side with her captain's hat almost falling off the sea of red beneath, before a wry smile spread on her lips.

"Fetch me another bottle."

"Yes, Captain!"

Their eyes lingered on one another for but a moment as he closed the door, treading off towards the hold. He'd barely had the time to climb the stairs before a telltale, rhythmic thumping returned to the ship's frame, and shook his head. Two weeks at sea and nothing to do but listen to this had made the crew... frustrated, and seeing the looks on their faces as he strode past drew a small chuckle from him.

The next salary negotiations were sure to be interesting, at least.

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Aftermath for yesterday's animation! Miss Fortune will be retiring from the gallery following this owing to her model issues, but should they be resolved she'll no doubt find her way back in. Hope you enjoy it folks, and thank you, as always, for your support and kind words! Take care of yourselves out there and, given that I am nursing a cold, make sure to not drop the warmth of your outdoor clothes too early - a lesson I have to learn every year, it seems.
/DH