Marked By The She-Wolf

Griping his shirt with both hands, Amaruq pulled him down slowly, so his head came to her not terribly tall level. The man looked eager, and she gave him a hard kiss.

Letting go, Amaruq ran her hands down his chest, a smile growing on her face along with the heat building inside her. The times for doubts and silly concerns about propriety were passed, and she found all the noble thoughts she had felt only a few minutes ago burn away like morning mist. Noah had made the first move, aye, and more he had made it clear it was something he wanted. Certainly, a steward had a job to do, but while that might be a part of it Amaruq realized she wanted it to not just be that.

“Well, Noah. You ask how some of the navy captains treated their personal stewards, the cabin boys. Times were very difficult, and morale was always low. Some women took a certain fatalistic approach to command - they felt that they were likely to die any day, so who cares about the rules now?” The captain paused, then chuckled, “As a recruit I saw some of the more aggressive captains, the ones who came from noble houses especially, and how they felt they were due certain privileges of military and social rank. Men were already rare, and getting rarer, but they just assumed they were entitled.”

Noah nodded, “It sounds bad, like I said. But also…” Blushing, the young man made a halfhearted shrug.

“Intriguing? I know what you mean! On a large ship there would be 200 women sailors, and only a few men who could not hope to keep up with the demand for what little free time they had. And how we would complain when new recruits came on, and there was one handsome lad, and sure enough an officer would swoop in and say, ‘X this one for the stewards! We need another pair of hands!’ to tell the clerk to mark their duty station. It became a shorthand for the sailors to say a man was ‘X-ed’ to mean he was taken by an officer as her own to go bunk in her room. Contrary to any code of conduct, of course! And we’d grumble and complain and felt it unfair to us and the men - though they did not tend to complain - but deep down, I wonder if I would not have done the same perhaps.”

“You would have been… kind. And fair. I’m sure of it,” he whispered.

Amaruq looked at him, a naughty feeling rising inside her to go along with the rush of pleasure she felt at him defending her hypothetical honour. “Perhaps. I’d like to think if I had a handsome boy serving me I wouldn’t ignore his wishes and keep him locked up in my wardroom to make sure none of the others got a hold of him. Not like a few very bad captains, hells one of the admirals was known to keep three big, strapping men at her beck and call. If anyone else touched them they were flogged, their seed was only for her. There were whispers she kept their cocks caged during the day, with the keys on her necklace, but that was probably an exaggeration.”

The captain walked around Noah slowly, eyeing him up as he stood and fidgeted. “But you’re a very handsome young man. Tempting to any woman, you could make even a moral captain think twice, isn’t that right sailor?”

She was walking in front of him and he shot her a look, then straightened up and snapped a decent imitation of a Kuniq naval salute. “Ma’am!” he said, the colour rising in his cheeks.

Making a non-committal grunt, Amaruq said, “Well sailor, on my ship you must be ready to follow orders. Strip.”

Noah gaped, his hand lowering as he half turned to look at the captain, but he quickly started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He undid the top few then just pulled the shirt over his head while the captain continued her circuit. He stepped out of his shoes while undoing his belt, and she was back in front of him to see his face - half keen, half shy - as he paused before he undid the trousers. A quick tug, and they fell to the ground around his feet.

He stood up, shaking a bit, his hands in front of his crotch.

“I need to see what you offer, young man, hands to your sides,” Amaruq shook her head with a small smile.

His hands fell and she gazed at his half-hard prick. Silently, she walked around him one more time, tracing a hand across his ass, touching the muscles of his shoulder, groping his flat chest. She trailed a hand down his arm, seeing goosebumps form, and his cock stiffened even more.

“Well Mister Noah, I must say you are built quite fine. Slender, but clearly strong too. A handsome face, pretty green eyes, and a well sized cock. You’ll do nicely.”

“Yes Captain. Uh, Ma’am?”

“Captain is fine,” Amaruq said. She stopped in front of him again and gently held his cock in her hand, lightly running her fingers up and down his shaft. He shivered, and she continued, “I’ll try you out as my personal steward I think, see if you have what it takes. It’s a good position for any clever boy, to be under a woman who knows how to advance his career. How to teach him.”

“Yes Captain.” His eyes were half closed as she delicately traced the veins on his throbbing dick.

“Good Mister Noah. You are not Kuniq, so you probably don’t know that Amaruq means ‘wolf’. And you make me want to gobble you right up!” Her other hand was stroking his hip, running around to cup his well-muscled ass.

Turning away, Amaruq laughed, “But perhaps later. Right now, I’ve been on my feet all day and I’m tired and sore, and I still have paperwork that must be done.” She took a few steps to the desk and turned to stare at the naked man, his mouth half open with lust and his cock bobbing and red.

The captain smiled as she ran her hands up and brushed her hair behind her. Her stiff nipples were darkly visible through her shirt, and she casually hooked her thumbs under her suspenders before pulling them out and letting them fall. Her shirt was haphazardly buttoned, with some of her upper breasts showing, and his earnest look pleased her.

“Well steward, how can you help?”

Noah stepped out of his trousers and approached her. “Let me get you out of those shoes, Captain.”

“With pleasure, good thinking Mister Noah.” The captain spun the heavy wooden chair out to face away from the desk and sat down as Noah knelt in front of her. She greatly enjoyed seeing glimpses of his cock pointing at her as he undid the laces on her deck boots and pulled them off, then the socks as well. His shoulder muscles flexed as he worked, and the smooth expanse of his back struck Amaruq as quite pleasing to gaze upon.

He massaged the arch of one foot and Amaruq gave a heartfelt sigh of satisfaction. He squeezed her heels, then worked her toes which **** a rather un-captainly giggle from her lips. He spent several minutes rubbing her feet and she enjoyed it greatly, feeling the surge of relaxation and lassitude it brought to her war with the carnal hunger she felt. When he began massaging her calves, she gently stopped him.

He shuffled back as she wriggled her toes happily. “Excellent. Love to see that kind of initiative, but I really must do this dreadful work before I retire for the night.” Projecting an air of absent mindedness, Amaruq shifted in her chair and undid the clasp on her pants.

The hint was not missed. His fingers crept in and the captain lifted herself off the chair to give him some room. He undid the buttons on her trousers and she rolled her hips to help him tug them down. Noah quickly pulled them off her legs, then did the same for her briefs.

Noah, on his knees, held his breath as he looked at the captain’s naked sex. She was as bare as any of the Kuniq girls, and he could see the gleam of moisture on her mature lips. Whistling an old song about a doomed whaling ship to herself, Amaruq turned her upper body towards the desk as if about to begin her work.

“Oh, Captain, one moment…” Noah stood up quickly and moved behind her to move her chair. With her help, the naked steward angled the chair back towards the desk and scooted it and her to the desk, like a gentleman helping a lady sit for dinner. She turned to look up at him, her long black hair making her look both much younger and also somehow more confident and freer. Her eyes fell and she licked her lips as the head of his cock bounced only a foot from her head, but Noah had other plans.

Feeling only a bit silly, the naked man walked around to the other side of the desk, asking, “So Captain, if you don’t mind me asking, what sort of paperwork must you do at night?” As he spoke, he smoothly ducked down to the floor and began to crawl under the small desk.

Delighted, Amaruq slumped in her seat and spread her legs, “The logbook, primarily. Every night I must record - oh dear, yes Mister Noah!” Her voice caught as he inserted his tongue into her folds, twisting his tongue. She could feel his nose brush her stiffening clit, and the fire in her belly flared hot.

Noah did not have quite enough space but using his hands he was able to spread her legs a bit more. “How was the day’s sailing then, Captain?” Noah asked. He used his right hand to pull her open, and then licked up her slit as well as he could. She gave a long moan, then grinned indulgently as Noah lifted her left leg over his shoulder, propping her up so he could slide her further down the seat without her falling completely out of the wide chair. With a better angle, he bent down to his task and worked his tongue around her pouting, hot lips, then licked a wide arc around the incredibly smooth skin around her vulva.

The captain reached out her right hand and pulled her logbook closer. Her eyes heavy, she looked at the current day and picked up her pen. “Ahh yes, there’s a good lad. We did well today, made it past our usual ninth day spot. So, I am going to make an entry in the log now as a record of the day’s journey.”

His tongue flicked against her most delicate flesh, and Amaruq felt her thighs tighten on his head. Instead of continuing to work her clit, Noah bent down further and kissed and sucked on her lips, before wriggling his head down to work his tongue on the bottom of her pussy.

“It’s always good for a new sailor to show an eagerness to learn,” Amaruq said, her eyes fluttering. She cleared her throat and tried to focus on the logbook, talking out loud as she wrote. “If we were at sea with no view of land, the log would have hourly entries, the Noon Position, our log-line, the Course-Made-Good and so on. But on a river, it’s much simpler. Yes, keep licking me there, please!”

Fervently, Noah continued to use his tongue to draw lines around the captain’s clit as she asked, his face now wet with her juices.

“Ohhh, Mister Noah. Uh, sorry, let me just get the date here…” the captain wrote out a hasty few lines, noting the basic details of their journey. She felt a wicked thrill to be making this log entry, which would likely be read in the future by the shipping company clerk, while being serviced so ably by Noah’s skilled tongue. Maybe she would make a note under ‘comments’ to give credit to his ability. Subtly, of course.

“‘Day 9 of first leg, Raddison River, Anglet to Currielle… anchored at Palma’s spot.’” Amaruq narrated as she wrote, only somewhat shakily, with her right hand. Her left hand was holding Noah’s head against her pussy, stroking his clean but messy hair affectionately. He smelled of soap, as he almost always did with his daily baths, but she also smelled his maleness. That slight whiff of a man’s honest scent, and it was enough to make her pussy clench. She was loving his tongue inside her, but suddenly the thought of his big prick filled her mind.

Writing one last cheeky but honest comment, Amaruq started gasping and had to drop her pen. Noah had inserted a finger into her, bending it up adeptly inside her as his thumb traced her outer lips, and when she started to tremble his tongue honed in on her bud, pressing firmly into her clitoris with his tongue before flicking it repeatedly.

“Ahhhh!” Words fled for a moment as the orgasm that had been building (for days if she was being honest with herself, and Noah’s tongue was making her an honest woman) took her. The captain all but screamed as she held Noah’s head with both hands. Her world collapsed until it was just the mouth working her pussy, then she spasmed and felt an explosion of fluid shoot out. He opened his mouth widely over her sex, his nose pressing into her clit, and she twitched as the wave crested, fell, then instantly crested again and she howled with release. Her body went limp.

“Oh dear,” she said, almost numbly, as she looked down. She had slid down so far her neck was bent forward by the chair, and Noah was almost entirely holding her lower body up now. He looked up at her, and she gave a shocked chuckle - the boy’s face was just covered in her womanly cum; his chin dripping with it, his cheeks glistening, even his nose had a droplet of thick white-grey fluid dripping off. She had even managed to squirt some close enough to his right eye that he had to keep it closed, and his forehead had streaks of liquid going into his hairline.

“I seem to have made a mess of your pretty face,” Amaruq cooed. She felt gloriously sated, but already the sight of him, naked and kneeling under her desk, had her wanting more. Noah smiled shyly, quickly wiped his eye, and then kissed her with a loud smack on the center of her pussy.

The captain started to pull herself upright to stand, but she couldn’t stop staring at him. “Not to be presumptuous, Captain Amaruq, but I rather hope I’ve been ‘X-ed’ into your service?” He grinned as he used a hand to collect some of the juices on his chin, then brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with an audible sound.

Her eyes widened and the growing embers of her lust reignited into hot flames. With a voice almost choked by a different kind of desire, she said, “Aye you have. The she-wolf took you and marked you, now get out from under there and I’ll show you how I reward such great service.”