Cleaning and preparing.

Johanna woke up several times in the night. Bone’s cock was still buried in her, and while she had grown somewhat accustomed, even fond of the sensation of being stuffed full, the small, **** movements she while sleeping would occasionally rub her in just the right way as to shock her awake once more. And if she woke up with her pussy sweating hungrily around a the large, ever-stiff length of Bone’s cock, well, it only seemed sensible to find another climax before closing her eyes again. So during the long hours of the night, Johanna would go through a cycle of falling asleep, waking up, riding Bone’s cock until she came again, with or without the help of Bone (who remained erect, but seemed to wake only half as often as Johanna), then falling back asleep once more.

It was a good night.

Once morning did come, though, it wasn’t the pleasurable friction of Bone’s cock in her cunt that woke Johanna, but the sharp sting of his hand on her ass. “Rise and shine, Stern,” He gloated, “We have work to do.”

Johanna finally managed to pull herself off of Bone’s cock, releasing a mess of sticky fluids onto his groin. She didn’t have time to fully wake up or get past the empty, yearning feeling between her legs before being rushed up and out into the blinding sunlight once more. And even then, she had little time to put her thoughts in order before Bone pushed her to her knees, and shoved his cock against her face again.

“You made a mess of me with your slutty porthole, Johanna,” Bone growled from above, gesturing to the slimy, sticky fluids below his beltline, “Clean it up.”

Her lips and tongue were quicker than her mind, and Johanna only realized she was doing as requested when she tasted him. Bone’s fluids and her own were fairly mixed, but as she ran her lips over his rod, and licked at his skin, she could taste the clear difference between his own salty cum and her own sour secretions. Johanna’s looked up to meet Bone’s gaze, and the satisfied approval she saw in his eyes sent a chill through her spine. She liked it, she realized, and that terrified her.

After five minutes of work, the only fluid left on Bone was Johanna’s saliva, and his cock shined, hard and ready in the morning light. When Bone’s hand found the back of her head, she knew what he wanted, and she relaxed into his grip. After all the attention, Bone only needed a few thrusts before he filled Johanna’s mouth with one final, fresh deposit of semen, after which he pulled away and left her on the ground. Johanna’s jaw ached and her body was hot, but she obediently swallowed the pirate’s load before wiping her mouth and standing up.

“Good enough, Stern,” Bone said, “We can work on your technique later. But first, we prepare. Stand still.”

Johanna dropped her arms to her sides and patiently waited as Bone circled her, humming thoughtfully. “If you let me talk to Elara, I’m sure we can all come to a peaceful agreement,” Johanna suggested, still motionless, “She’s a bit unusual, but I think she has a good heart.”

Bone spat on the ground. “Nobody has a good heart, Stern.” His finger, wet with something she couldn’t see, traced a complex pattern on Johanna’s upper back. Afterwards, he walked back in front of her, and lowered himself to look her in the eye. “Today, you do everything I tell you, got it?”

Looking into his eyes, Johanna nodded slowly. “Okay. Then can we just start trusting each other again?”

Bone smiled, “We can try. For now, here’s what I need you to do:”