Gilded Bay run a shot across the bow

Ferahgo adored his ship and it had all he could want for on it, but he frequently went ashore to see that it was not moored in troubled waters. Had he a first mate, he would have called upon him to scout for him and to bring him back the rutters, but all he had for now was a squabble of men and wenches. None did he trust with something as important as keeping tabs on the crew's surroundings. So, down the coast he tread, bone-colored eyes sweeping the shores for anything of interest while his nose intermittently sampled the sand for new tracks.

passive aggressive erz cameo!

the countess, having not seen her lover in some time, had gone out on the pretense of scouring for more shells. in truth, she did not search for her handmaid nor the sea's jewels, but blood. in erzsébet's fantasies, she found a wandering child or young girl, and offered them succor in her pack, but alas! before they could arrive upon the aisle, she slew them, and wore a cape of life-giving crimson aboard ferahgo's ship.

it was he that the woman spotted farther down the beach, his rangy stride immediately marking the wolf as he; the vision shook her from her reverie. erzsébet had not forgotten his rejection, or his coldness toward her, and so the countess turned aside. her attention floated to the surf, in which the hungarian pawed for shells and ignored her captain.

@Erzsébet I turned your cameo into a you-must-rp-with-me-now-eo if that's ok! ;) If something about this would conflict with her timelines just shoot me a message!

Had assumed she was spurned by his (in)action that day and took pleasure in it. He noticed that she turned aside and seemed to ignore him, or at least he was inclined to believe that she was because it furthered his idea that he had gotten under her skin. So it was with a cocky, self-satisfied smile that he continued down the beach... until he stopped and spun abruptly to face her, predatory in his stance and focus.

There was a reason he was sometimes referred to as the Mad Devil, for it was frequent that he was taken by a sudden baleful mischief. He rushed his crewwolf with no growl, bark, or other warning, dreadfully intent on shoving her to the sand under his will and power.

lulz u know ily bb

he continued along, and erzsébet continued to ignore him. he need not pay her mind, for she had moved past his rejection in her mind -- or so she believed. the ivory surface of a shell came to be uncovered -- she smiled, daintily flicking aside the last of the grit.

suddenly ferahgo's forelegs were 'round her; his breath hot on her nape, his scent rank in her nostrils. erzsébet ground her teeth together in a clenched jaw to keep from crying out in surprise; had he come to claim her after all? she decided in that moment she would not resist him, for perhaps this was part of his cold game, and sunk easily to the ground beneath her captain, twisting onto her back so that her eyes found his own as she sprawled inelegantly in the wet sand.

the countess did not speak, and kept her emotions locked aside behind a glassy stare, though she did not bother to cower or tuck her tail. she wanted him; it would not be rape if he had his way now, but erzsébet had put aside the passion she had wished to feel with ferahgo.

or, again, so she believed, for as she looked up into his feral visage, the stirrings of want began again, and she could not help but smirk knowingly.

;)

Ohhhhhh too easy! He was upon her in a blink, clamping her with his forelegs and hissing into her ear as he bore her to the cold sand. She did not resist at all, the ferocity behind his power wasted as she allowed herself to be pinned, albeit on her back, and not shoved down on her chest in the manner he had intended for her. Lips lifted above his fangs, he glowered.

"Ye still want it, eh?" growled the Captain, irritated in some way that she should be so willing. No matter. He would make her regret such want, and regret further that she had so openly declined the chance to stand at his side.

Snarling terribly, his teeth flashed toward her face to split the thin flesh there, commanding "roll over!" in the midst of his mad thunder.

yikes :o this will be awesome

ferahgo reacted, and erzsébet laughed softly, reaching up with gentle paws to touch his shoulders -- however, his ire was kindled, and she drew away her touch in mild confusion. it was only through luck that the woman was able to move quickly enough to save her eye; his teeth snapped painfully into the flesh of her cheekbone, and she cried out in more surprise than agony. 

through a welter of blood erzsébet heeded him -- she knew her captain to be rough, but had never believed he would strike her! but she would not show fear -- it would demand much more of the agouti crewman to wring horror from the countess, and so she clenched her jaw and arched the spine of her small body beneath his belly, holding her tail aside deliberately, for she sensed her easiness in his presence irritated the man. let him hurt her.

Bahahaha. Ferahgo is such a nice wolf. So loving. Slight pp!

She did as she was commanded, and no sooner had she lifted her hips and placed aside her tail did he drive himself into her so fiercely she was shoved forward by the force. In the same snarling breath his teeth struck at her again, his fangs seeking to clamp savagely onto an ear and draw forth a pained cry as he wrenched it backward. His barbaric thrusts were for his pleasure alone, an invasive assault upon her pale and beautiful form. If she was gratified by the ferocity of this sex, it was a mere byproduct of his selfish intention.

his forced entry would have been agonizing, had the countess offered him an iota of resistance. as it was, she bit harshly into her tongue, deeper and deeper still, until blood swirled into her mouth, to keep from granting ferahgo the cry that he desired. pain had erupted in her loins from the chafing, and erzsébet sought desperately for any minute amount of pleasure that would assuage this. 

blood dripped along her jawline -- erzsébet could find no enjoyment in her captain's possession. to tangle roughly, to couple viciously -- that was altogether different from rape, from the full employment of ferahgo's musculature and hate against her. 

only a gasp was wrung from the woman as she gripped the shifting sands and closed her eyes tightly against the twin flames licking along her body, swaying under his savage grasp. a moment of terror and hurt brought salt to sting her eyes -- was this all he would perpetrate against her? and why? 

erzsébet put this aside sharply; he had wounded her face, the source of her pride, and rutted against her with no intention but to hurt her for whatever wrong she had done, and so she bore it as stoically as she was able, refusing to allow another sound to be wrenched from her throat.

She would not grant him a chorus of pain; holding her mouth shut as he plunged into her unbidden, again and again. It was a brisk affair, but not out of mercy. He would further deny her the chance at pleasure by finding his own release so quick.

He tied her intentionally, forcing her to feel him, to endure him longer, and his chest pushed into her back as he panted, braced with his forepaws on either side of her. "Ye are such a fine creature," he murmured, dragging his tongue across the same ear his fangs had tore at a moment earlier. "Ye can think yerself lucky. I don't fuck just anyone." For as promiscuous as he had the chance to be, and as many assumed him to be, the Captain was not. He was exceptionally selective. He fancied Erz in a way he fancied extremely few, and it was for this reason and this reason only he had drove himself into her.

Not that she would feel flattered (though he is so insufferably arrogant he would think she should).

she felt the swell of him inside of her, forcing the bruised flesh to accommodate him, and nausea gripped her belly. steeling herself against his touch, the countess was silent, as he readjusted and panted above her. never would she grant ferahgo the satisfaction of knowing he had hurt her, taken that which she had never given him.

there was a question within her mind: why had he forced her, when she offered herself so willingly to him? the woman stared at the sands below her downturned muzzle, chest pressed unprettily to the cold grains. of course she knew the answer: the captain was a cruel and fickle beast who would rather agonize her for his own pleasure than admit to an interlude of mutual release, and she had displeased him with her arrogance.

their breathing entwined, the wolfess silently enduring her continued rapine. for the third time, she thanked whatever gods watched them that she had not begun her season yet. to be possessed by him was one thing alone, but to bear his young! 

the sickness returned with a savagery she had not anticipated, and vomit filled her mouth. yet she remained stubborn, and swallowed the thick slime again. "nor do i," she rejoined with all the cold airiness she could muster. she had not chosen him after his rejection. 

erzebet crossed her forelegs and waited for him to be done, removing herself from the scene; her mind travelled out over the brine.

Slight pp again ;)

He was perhaps strangest in the way he differentiated treatment of wenches and wives. Beneath him now was the former; an object for his release and his alone. She was not supposed to experience pleasure, consent was not required and he the more he had to struggle for entrance the better he liked it.

"That was for wenches," said Ferahgo as he shifted himself. "This," he said as he slowly rocked his hips against her, "is for wives." None would think such gentility possible from such a rough, cruel, beast as he, but it was there. His strokes were limited in range, but he moved his hips in a way that could give pleasure, rather than simply take it. It was, in fact, the purpose. "Be me wife," he breathed heavily as he nosed into her neck. "Let me spoil ye, let me give ye all ye could ask for, and more than ye would."

But she was not his wife, and he spared her no more than twenty seconds of his tame demonstration before abruptly dismounting as soon as he had finished talking. He spun and jerked away from her, knowing fully it would hurt as he tried to free himself before he had softened. It took several tries before he prematurely wrenched himself out.

He started to leave, not waiting for her answer.

but he was not done, the timbre of his voice sounding above her. wife or wench, she would be expected to take him again. the softer thrusts of his hips did nothing for erzsébet but abrade her further, so that she was forced to tighten her jaw and stifle a pained groan. she was no whore! and she was no one's wife, and refused to be such! and yet she kept her eyes fixed upon the sea, anticipating more cruelty from the captain, and willing her mind to run away yet again.

ferahgo jerked against the clutch of her flesh before their bond had dissolved; erzsébet was tugged unceremoniously across the sands until he was able to wrench free, making wide the tears he had already rent in her. the woman fought for breath as her head swam with the physical anguish, tears leaping unbidden to her eyes. but still she kept her gaze upon the sea, swallowing down a sob.

how long she remained with her rump upturned, erzsébet did not know, but ferahgo did not return. she came back to herself and found her cheek pressed against the sand, her torn ear now dried from the cold salt of the wind. blood had caked the grains to her face nevertheless, and she grimaced, straightening.

her pain was awakened into a gnawing burn, and the countess was forced into a limp, a strangled moan breaking from her throat. nausea roiled yet again at the slippery feel between her legs, but erzsébet lifted her head proudly and moved slowly down the strand, toward the packland where she hoped desperately her lover waited, a vow pounding in her mind to repay ferahgo's debt against her.