Lashiya preparing for a storm.

Inira almost wept at the sight: Lashiya was pulling on a pair of trousers, covering her gorgeous legs for the first time since Inira arrived on the ship. She glanced at the teenager’s bare breasts.

“You’d better cover up,” she said. “There’s a storm coming. Feels like it’s going to be a bad one.”

Inira was surprised by the seriousness in the captain’s tone. The fact that Lashiya seemed genuinely worried was enough to worry her in turn. Buttoning her blouse, she went up on deck and saw the dark clouds gathering on the horizon.

In her palace of marble and coral, the true Sea Witch smiled cruelly as the **** girl in front of her writhed in helpless pleasure. The slender human’s legs were spread as wide as they would go, and she was so hypersensitised by the potions she had drunk and the hours of erotic torment she had undergone that even the slightest, feather-light touch of the Sea Witch’s fingers was enough to bring her to a screaming orgasm.

But for once, the Sea Witch wasn’t doing this for her own amusement. She was chanting a spell, a great spell that would summon a hurricane. The girl was a crucial component in the spell – her passion would fuel the fury of the hurricane, and the juices that gushed from her sopping wet cunt would evoke the element of water. Of course, the experience would be harrowing for her. It would probably ravage her mind, leaving nothing left but her libido and transforming her into an insatiable slut whose only thought was getting fucked. It was a waste, in a way. The Sea Witch had little interest in such broken bitches (she preferred her playthings be able to appreciate the debaucheries they were subjected to), so she would probably end up giving her to her army, to be used and gangbanged by her foot soldiers.

The storm she had created would be enough to sink many ships, but the Sea Witch had faith in Lashiya’s ability to survive. Lashiya… just the thought of the treacherous pirate whore was enough to make her heart flutter with rage and longing. No, Lashiya wouldn’t die in the storm… that wasn’t the plan at all…

The wind howled, tearing at the sails. The rain hammered against the wood, and the ship’s timbers creaked under the strain of the surging sea. Waves rose high around the Sea Witch, tossing it back and forth between them.

Lashiya was struggling with the wheel when she heard a louder creak. She looked up, and swore. One of the ship’s masts was cracking. “Take the wheel, Talis!” she said, shouting at the top of her voice to be heard over the storm. Then she ran forward.

The mast broke with a snap like a cannon shot. Zirephis, the ship’s elven mage, had been desperately trying to fight the storm with her magic. Now she opened her eyes, just in time to see the mast falling on her. Moments before she was crushed, Lashiya slammed into her, knocking her out of the way.

The pair were still rolling when a great wave washed over the deck. With nothing to hang on to, both were washed over the side. Inira had been watching from a hatch. As she saw Lashiya go over the railings, she gave a cry of horror and lunged forward. By a miracle, her hand managed to close around the captain’s ankle.

Unfortunately, Inira was a petite girl, and the weight of a taller human and an elf was easily enough to drag her overboard with them. She gave a shriek as the three of them fell into the heaving ocean.

Desperately, struggling to breathe as the waves washed over her, Lashiya grabbed on to a spar that had torn free when the mast fell. Zirephis and Inira clung to her. There was no way the Sea Witch could pick them up in the storm, so there was nothing to do but hold on grimly and hope that they reached land or were picked up by a ship before their strength ran out.