Crimson snake

"This emblem… They’re the Crimson Snake Pirates," Marco muttered in shock as he stared at the flag on the massive wooden ship. The Crimson Snake Pirates were notorious across the seas for their strength and brutality. Their emblem was a crimson snake coiled around one of their body parts. They plundered islands, burned them to the ground, killed women, and **** men. They were one of the most infamous and feared pirate crews in existence.

Suddenly, Marco saw several women leap from the ship down onto his small boat. Their heavy, muscular bodies caused the boat to rock violently. He looked up at them in fear.

They were extremely muscular women. While most women in this world could easily build strong physiques, these pirates were on a completely different level compared to his mother or even the island chief.

They wore typical pirate attire,open dark coats that revealed their toned midriffs, leather straps across their chests, torn and rugged shirts, heavy boots, and belts holding pistols and cutlasses. Some had crimson bandanas tied around their heads or arms, and all of them proudly displayed the crimson snake tattoo on different parts of their bodies.

"Oh? Look what we have here, girls," said a woman with the crimson snake tattoo on her thick arm, smirking. "Fresh, tender meat."

"Look at this pretty little cake," another pirate laughed. She had the snake tattooed on her forehead. She reached out and roughly squeezed Marco’s ass with her large hand. "Damn, I really want to bury my face between these."

"S-Stop it! What are you doing, you pervert?!" Marco shouted, pulling away in panic.

Before he could escape, he suddenly saw a slap coming toward his face. The powerful strike sent him falling hard onto the wooden floor of the boat. He clutched his stinging cheek, trying to ease the burning pain.

"Why did you call me, you bitch?" the woman growled angrily. "You know what? Forget it. I’m going to make him regret talking to me like that."

"Calm down" said the woman with the tattoo on her arm. She stepped closer, leaned her face down toward Marco’s, and gave him a wicked smile. "So, tender meat… Will you come with us to the ship quietly…? Or do we have to use ****?"