First Mate' cabin

After everyone had gone through her - that part of the ship was almost painted white, namely her room. The guy in charge, having to scrub the location a good amount - to get it clean in the future.

While the others were mostly satisfied with trying to knock her up and fucking her body - she was surprised to find herself in the First Mate' quarters later on. The man in question, while as hoarse and uncultured as the others - was a burly Islander, namely a man from Clan an Craite. He was as 'lusty' as the others, but was more than up to being the 'father' of any kids she would be carrying.

It was that thought, that had her lying on his bed - her legs spread to her sides, as she was fucked by the man. "So can you get knocked up?" he asked, knowing the reputation of her kind - but not how they worked.

"No....or maybe...I don't know...we are sterile usually...buy if I drink a special potion...." she replied - namely called Angel' Tears. It was supposed to be some rather strong healing poultice, said to heal any wounds on might posses. It was given to her by some guy in black robes - after she had gotten rid of some rather nasty cave bats, that seemed to have been troubling the man - whom had given this to her and told her to 'bring it along on her journey'.

"Hmmm if you got some how about becoming one?" he said, his own life never having allowed him the chance to catch a woman.Mr. Pig - 08/12/2017

Eve moaned in reply, as that was asked - on her back, as already her liquid was dripping down from her legs onto the sheets in heavy amounts.

"Why?" she asked, gasping out.

"Look at that body it was made to be bred - produce strong boys and girls..." he mentioned to her - as Eve continued mewling and biting her lip - continuing to pant. As the First Mate asked one of his guys to retrieve her stuff and any 'liquids' she had on her. Which most assumed was ****.

One of the guys, soon found what he had stated, throwing him some glass bottle filled with a blue liquid. Some druid-stuff, but usual-cases they worked, if the druid wasn't an arrogant prick about it - or made sense in his words.

Eve kept panting, as he continued thrusting into her - likely eager to develop a family already out at sea. Plus due to their nature, sailors weren't much against sharing than most people.