Offer a helping hand

‘Agnes heard their busy chatter long before she entered the clearing. Three hunch-backed sprites sat on tree trunks, bathed in the light of will-o-wisps and the forbearing moon. The smallest resembled a human child, and the largest was of the same height as her. They were throwing dice, haggling angrily over the score inside their leather cups.’ Tension has deepened your voice, and kept your eyes glued to the page. You whisper another line, then pause and steal a glance.

The One-Eyed Captain has mouthed the words and now bites her lips. ”Please.” You put your hand on her knee and let it wander under her gown. She licks her lips and rolls her eyes. You find her sopping wet. ”Ngggh...”

‘They swiped the dice aside and pulled out their cocks.’ You have skipped ahead, and she acknowledges your choice by nodding – and by gushing. ’Theirs were human-sized but thinner, pale stalks growing weak from woolly sheaths. A sticky, yellowish resin covered the heads. The burning sensation of the first taste disgusted her, but soon the prickling warmth spread to her loins and Agnes found herself ready, even eager, to accept them with all her holes.’

The One-Eyed Captain is no less eager. Her walls spasm around your slick fingers and her muffled moans have turned to fevered screams. ”FUU...!” Her voice fails her, shrieks replaced by ragged breath.

You increase your tempo, teasing her inside and pearl alike. ’Soon Agnes was on all fours, and they entered her. From above and ... ’ The words swim on the page and you are drawn, again and again, to her flushed face, heaving breasts and overflowing sex.

She has no words, but her body pleads loud enough.

You skim over the trembling lines, over the witch-heroine’s begging, and you search until she finds relief. ’Lightning surged through her pliant body, and each thrust caused another explosion. And they did not stop.’

Neither do you.

The One-Eyed Captain tenses and slackens under your ministrations. She regards you with empty eyes, one bandaged and one blanked by lust. Her red tongue lolls from her open mouth. You temper your touch but she still shivers and bucks against her constraints. ”More!”

’When Agnes came to, she found herself on her knees and surrounded by their cocks.’

”More.” Her voice sounds strained, and her torso is raised to strained contortions. ”More!”

Your hand works on its own, guided by her moans and hoarse screams, by shudders and endless tremors, and by the short breaks between her highs. Her mouth forms soundless words, a few pained whispers of gratitude. Your eyes weaken and your grips tire, but you soldier on.

’One roared, shooting thick ropes all over her innocent face and messy hair. More cum fell from her naked breasts, and pooled from her stretched holes. Another, the bestial face contorted into a manic grin, jerked himself to completion. He aimed his bloodshot cock at her body, and covered Agnes with his thin, pale seed.’

”Seed.” The One-Eyed Captain raises her head from her chest and mimes you to break. She thanks you with a weak and breathless smile. ”So good.”

You have your own opinions on the prose and its legality, but you cannot deny the effect it had on her.

”You.” She rasps. ”Hard?”

Or on you. An awkward erection tents your pants and no amount of shifting lets you tame it. Your right still rests on her thigh, but you are groping yourself with your left. She laughs and you, at her prodding, rise to show her. The door opens just as you are about to undo the second button.

”Sister!” A female shape steps into the room and immediately shuts the door behind her. ”And you, Sir, must be her First Officer! Right? She told me so much ‘bout you. Anyway, sis, you look dreadful and I came as fast as I could. I’m not interrupting or nothin’?” She smirks at your erection then cocks her head at the One-Eyed Captain’s state of undress.

The patient groans but shakes her head at your attempts to cover her. ”Sister.” She coughs. ”Late.” Her weak voice does not quite reach reproach and her tired smile widens into a proud smirk.

”Came as fast as I could,” the Younger Dustwell claims but makes no effort to hide her shopping behind her back. ”An’ besides, you're not lonely now, aren’tcha? I came all this way and you don’t even have time for your own baby sister! So engrossed in your reading you didn’t even notice little old me.” She looks so much like her sister, the same dark hair and amber eyes. Then an itinerant ray of Sundered Sunlight hits her face and illuminates the differences.

She is younger for one, innocent and soft where her sister is worldly and firm. Her cheeks are flushed in a bucolic red and even her linen sundress speaks of verdant contemplation, away from the merciless Sea and away from callous City life. Then her smile turns crooked, and her eyes sparkle with familiar mischief. ”Or did you need help with somethin’? You’re pretty banged up, and your gentlemen caller looks...” She licks her lips. ”Hard at work.”

The One-Eyed Captain laughs. ”Unbelie...” Her voice fails her, and the angry, stony rattle of her lungs makes you wince. But her eyes shine bright as she motions the other closer, and her smile widens when her sister’s hand touches hers. ”Basenlocke,” she rasps.

Both sisters look at you; both smiling like wolves. You stumble backwards on the small seat and try a confident smile. Your erection is still standing proud, and two pairs of hungry eyes follow your effort to hide it with your knee.

”Him?” the Younger Dustwell asks. ”Now? And you’re sure? ‘Cause I don’t mind.” She licks her lips. ”I don’t mind at all. I just always thought you’d want him for yourself. But if you’re sure?”

"Basenlocke,” the One-Eyed Captain answers.

”Good,” says the Younger, ”great. But no complaining later. I am doing you a favour.” She licks her lips. "Right here?”

The One-Eyed Captain answers her with an almost imperceptible nod.

”As you wish.” She places a kiss on her older sister’s temple and then strides to the middle of the room. ”Here? Can you see okay? And if I’m down here?” She drops to her knees. ”I’m not in the way, am I?”

”Good.”

”Good! Great. First Officer, do you want me to suck your cock now?”