Back to the Peregrine

As they all moved through the harbour on their way back to the Peregrine, Tir felt quite good about himself as he carried the duffel bag containing those of Lauren's possessions that she had chosen to bring with her on the journey in his left hand while his right arm was slung over her shoulders as she put a lot of adoration in how she was leaning against him as they went along, her left arm slung round his waist as the two of them walked a few paces behind Jean and Jeniffer.

When he had first seen Lauren after she’d cleaned up, dressed and collected her things, Tir had been surprised at the relative modesty of the thin white dress that she had put on. While its low neckline served to reveal ample amounts of her perpetually out-thrust chest and its hemline had run about halfway down her thighs, Tir had sort of been expecting the blonde whore to wear something as revealing as the skimpy black thong that she’d had on when they’d first met, though she was quick to lift the hem of the dress to display to him how she had nothing on underneath it, and the erect state that his member had instantly swollen to at the sight of the glimmering wetness of her hairless pussy was still in effect as she rubbed her lithesome body against his larger frame as they walked down the largely abandoned streets.

“This is it,” Tir could hear Jean say to Jeniffer, “this is the Peregrine.”

As he held Lauren by the hand and led her up the gangway, Tir could hear Jean talking to the watch, who informed that while some of the crew had returned from shore leave, the ship was still largely abandoned, which Tir certainly didn’t have a problem with.

“Tir,” The watch, whom Tir recognized as being named Castor and who seemed to him to be one of the most trusted members of the crew, nodded in greeting of Tir as the lantern that was placed not far behind the man permitted Tir to note that he was sporting a fairly nervous grin as Jeniffer stood in front of him, the black-haired harlot having her hands on her hips and her chest pushed out towards the pirate as he seemed to have a hard time not ogling how she looked in her thigh-high black boots, tiny black skirt and a skimpy white top that clung to her the small portion of her breasts that it was intended to cover.

“Castor,” Tir returned the older and more experienced pirate’s greeting as his bulging eyes moved from Jeniffer over towards Lauren, who produced a happy sigh at how he was looking at her with the sort of stupid grin associated with men who find themselves face to face with two gorgeous women in the middle of the night.

“Castor,” Jean addressed his comrade while doing his best to not react to how Jeniffer was now leaning in against from behind and had her arms wrapped across his stomach, “do you know if the captain’s still awake?”

“He should be,” It was clear that Castor wouldn’t have minded trading places with either Jean or Tir right then, “I spoke to him about twenty minutes ago.”

“Alright, I’ll go talk to him then. Tir,” Jean now turned towards Tir and offered his younger friend a rakish smile as Jeniffer’s hands slid up his front, “do you think that you can handle these two on your own for a little while?”