HMS Perfidy

After blowing you, the sea nymph takes your hand and dives with you into the sea. You find that you can breathe underwater as long as she’s holding your hand. The two of you swim quickly and cover a great deal of distance right up until you both tangle into a fishing net trailing behind an English warship. Seemingly you are not the only ones chasing the Bitch Queen of the Pirates in this Universe.

You are hauled onto the deck of HMS Perfidy. The crew is all men. They leer at Melly’s naked sea nymph body and don’t pay you any attention. She doesn’t know shame, and stands at swordpoint with her breasts and pussy uncovered.

Captain Arnold comes out on deck. “Men, when we take the Bitch Queen Eulalie’s flagship, you’ll each get a naked nymph like this one to warm your hammock and swab your cock. Now, bind this tart’s hands. I will interview her in my quarters myself.”

You move your two braincells. “Oh, are you after the Bitch Queen of the Pirates? I’m after the Bitch Queen of the Pirates.”

He notices you. “Then we could be allies. Let’s talk in private.”

Melly starts making noises at you, trying to remember some word or sentence. You don’t pay any attention. The three of you walk into Captain Arnold’s quarters. The door shuts behind you.

Arnold bends Melly over the captain’s table. He pushes her legs apart and pinches. “Ah, fresh quim. I miss it at sea.”

Melly’s making quite a lot of sounds right now. Something about traitors. You can’t imagine it being any kind of warning. She’s laying across the table with her pussy on one edge and her mouth on the other, facing your big cock. You decide she must want to suck your cock again, so you feed it to her. This muffles the noise and, surprisingly for the captain but not for you, soothes Melly. She seems to like your dick a lot.

The captain pulls his own member out and pushes it into Melly’s accessible pussy. “My word! You don’t waste time, David. This tart’s quim is wetter than an otter’s pocket. Now, why are you after the Bitch Queen?”

*GLUB GLUB* Melly’s doing an excellent job of sucking your thick cock with her hands bounds behind her back, but you try to connect your brain cells and answer. “She’s got the Choker of Mor-something. Merlin made it to turn witches into suckpets.”

Arnold is putting his hips into it, spitroasting Melly’s pussy and slamming her legs into his table. “Ah. The Choker of Morgana Le Fay. Never heard of it. That’s entirely different from why I am after the Bitch Queen Eulalie of the Pirates. Tariffs, you see. Tomorrow, we’ll storm her flagship. Tonight, we shag this slag!”

The captain is really smashing into Melly’s cunt now, shaking her whole body. She’s having trouble keeping her slutty lips focused on pleasuring your cock, so you help by grabbing her hair. You keep her head firmly in place and **** your cocker deeper along her palate. You hit the back of her throat and she chokes a little, but you push through and lodge yourself firmly around the bend. She looks up at you with those big eyes of hers.

The ship sways at anchor. You find your sea legs and start pumping at Melly’s throat, using the sea nymph’s tight hole to pleasure your cock. She closes her eyes and hums the ancient song of the sea, vibrating her uvula and tonsils around your cock, turning her esophagus into a pleasure sheath for your big dick. *GLUG GLUB GLUG* Her whole body vibrates with the mystical hum, jiggling her beautiful bare skin and compressing her tight pussy around the captain’s rod.

Your balls feel the sea, and then your orgasm crashes in a wave of cum down the sea nymph’s primeval throatpussy. The captain is not far behind, filling her vibrating quim with his seed. The nymph sings in earnest in the brief moment you and the captain switch places, and then she gags on Arnold’s cock.