T'Lar - Meet the Pirates

My assumption was confirmed days later. That night, I could smell smoke and heard the shuffling of cards as they shared a pipe and played a few games. They spoke of all kinds of interesting things, places they’d been, treasures they’ve found, people they’ve fought and sometimes killed, and so on. A rowdy bunch, from the sound of it. Salazar’s stories weren’t quite so violent, but they seemed just as fantastic. He seemed to live a life of splendor, employed by some of the richest people in the world. He’s visited palaces, met princes and kings, and seemed to come from a quite wealthy family with a lot of influence. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing on a pirate ship. My attention was caught by their raised voices, shouting at each other. Apparently, the conversation had turned to the subject of my capture, and the pirates were insisting that Salazar owed them, that they deserved to have a “share” of me. Salazar plainly stated that his debt was to the captain, and they had already agreed to the terms. I heard the sounds of cutlasses being drawn when Salazar shouted a few words, then the sound of the pirates stumbling and scrambling away. He surprised me when he spoke directly to me, “Don’t worry, they’re gone, for tonight. I’m beginning to think this might have been a bad idea.”

The next night, Salazar was joined by a different man. He sounded a bit more educated than the group from last night, but I still sensed he had a suspicious motive. “Hey Sal, I heard you’re from Selenne, is that right? What’s it like out there?” The small talk continued, and I caught that his name was Christopher. They spoke of food, and wine, and women. Eventually he asked Salazar about one wine in particular, and offered him some. It wasn’t long before Salazar succumbed to the alcohol, and he collapsed on the floor with a thump. I heard some whispering, and then some familiar voices. “Good job old man, here’s your reward, and this is for the wine.” It was one of the pirates from last night. As far as I could tell, he paid Christopher to get Salazar drunk enough to get him out of the way. “Take him to my bunk for now, warn us if he wakes up too soon,” another pirate said. Their footsteps grew louder as they approached my cage. “Alright girl, I think it’s time you earned your keep.”

The lock on the cage rattled open, and a moment later I was being dragged out. I wasn’t aware of it, but I was trembling. They pulled me into the center of the room, from their footsteps around me I could perceive that there were three of them. “C’mon, up. On your knees,” one of them said gruffly. Frozen with fear, I couldn’t move. “Up!” He ordered. I managed to shake my head in defiance. He replied with a disgruntled sigh, soon after which I felt him yanking on my left horn, pulling my head upwards. Muted by the gag, I shrieked in pain to the delight of the now laughing pirates. My horns themselves have no feeling, but pulling on them is painful since they’re rooted to my skull. So when he pulled on it to get me to move, I had little choice but to comply. I was kneeling in front of him, like he wanted, arms still tied behind my back. They continued to laugh, and I felt something warm and firm on my face. I jerked away in disgust, but he grabbed my horns again, ceasing my escape. “Yea, you’re not going anywhere. I’m going to remove the gag, and if you scream you’re losing a horn. Do you understand?” Dead, eerie silence as they awaited my answer. What could I do? I reluctantly nodded.

With his free hand he removed my gag, and waited briefly. Judging from his grip on my head, he was half expecting me to shout, regardless of his threat. I admit, I considered it. I had some idea of what would come next, but I had no idea what else they planned, and I didn’t like the idea of simply letting them have their way. But I also remembered back to when I had broken a horn as a child, and for days it hurt like my head was split open. It took forever to grow back too. So I stayed silent, except for my heavy, nervous breathing. It hardly seemed fair; me, completely naked in front of them, unable to see anything, while they’re fully clothed and saw everything. As he pulled me closer, once again I felt his musky, stiffened skin laying on my face. He stroked my cheeks, nose, chin, and when he got to my lips I could feel that the tip was getting slippery. He uttered a quiet moan as he pressed against my mouth. I flinched when I felt him flick my horn his his fingers. “Oi, open up! Do we really need to do this the hard way?” He asked, as he took hold of a horn again and shook. A dull but intense pain grew from the base, and spread through the right side of my head until he let go. It was hard to think about anything until the pain subsided. He impatiently shouted “well!?” I refocused on the matter at hand, and slowly opened my mouth.

No later than I had parted my lips, I had a mouthful of his manhood. He was bigger than I presumed. While this was the first time I’d really touched a man, I had seen plenty of the men in my tribe (not romantically, my people simply don’t wear a lot of clothes), so I had a rough idea of what to expect. Still, my jaws could hardly accommodate him as he slid himself back and forth across my tongue. I started gasping for air, but he didn’t let up. From his tightened grip and accelerated breathing, it was easy to tell he was getting excited, and before long my mouth was filled with a warm, thick substance that began to flow down my throat. I coughed, and it went everywhere. He stepped back, and I felt more of it splash across my face. My breathing was rapid and deep, and I could feel the hot fluid across my chest and neck, running down my torso and dripping to the floor. I scarcely had time to recover before the next pirate stepped up.