Wheeling Gull Isle gyűjtemény

"I see." He was no stranger to these tricks she spoke of. In Tortuga, he had no shortage of scandalous pirates that sought his favor and attentions, and offered him all manner of pleasures in exchange. Of course, he knew it (and also, did not care), that all these wenches sought position and protection, or, were merely lustful of the powerful. Selfishness was an undeniable part of his world.

He beheld her slim form as she displayed it for him, and it was tempting. The seawater blood in his veins responded, rushing south. He moved, slowly, toward her with a heady hum, and a dark and devouring look. His tawny snout extended toward her ear, his steady breath against a soft edge. "Ye will not taste me so easily." As if it were her pleasure, her reward, and indeed, he thought it so.

For you see, The Captain was Captain, even over his own cock. This was her game, not his, and he only played his own, regardless of the carnal urges that rose within. He turned to leave her, flourishing his tail as if to do what she had done to him before and offer a glimpse of what she had been denied.

"Ye can go ashore when ye be ripe. I do not care."