Perspective Shift: Leah

The late evening sun kisses your skin, a salty breeze blowing by and causing goosebumps to form on your bare flesh. The Sea Queen sways gently, slowly pushing on towards Cinnabar Island. ‘This is nice…’ You think to yourself, as you lounge languidly on the ship’s deck.

The first nice thing that’s happened in a while, honestly. Well, except for that boy in the Viridian Forest gatehouse, Red. He was nice. But before and after that, things have been rough. On your way through Viridian City, some dude who was high off of winning his eighth badge challenged you in the middle of town. He beat you, he fucked you, and then basically everyone in the city passed you around, it felt like. You got used for like, six hours? Seven? It was a while.

Once you made your way down to Pallet Town, you’d headed to the port to look for passage to Cinnabar Island. There, you had been approached by a handsome man in his mid-thirties, who offered you a deal. Free passage in exchange for being free-use to him for the entire journey. You told him you weren’t feeling up to being a crew’s fuckdoll for the five days it would take to get to your destination, but he persisted, telling you it would just be you and him. He had no crew, just a small boat he manned alone. You were still hesitant… but some of those charters were expensive, and the man was good looking…

That brings you back to now, where you lay naked atop the deck of the Sea Queen - the ship, which has a drawing of a Seaking with lipstick on it along the side. Honestly, you are really happy with this decision. Derek, the 36 year old captain of this vessel, is wonderful. Not only is he attractive - for someone twice your age, as well - he’s funny, kind, and very, very gentle. His sex is the most sensual you’ve ever had, even if you have to do it whenever he asks.

He does have some ‘funny’ rules while on his ship though. For one, no clothes for either of you. You’ve both been naked since you shoved off, not that you mind. You like showing off - you’re fucking sexy. And Derek isn’t so bad to look at either; 6’2”, in great shape, a deep sun-tan and unkempt sun-bleached blonde hair, as well as oddly alluring pink eyes. His 7 1/2 inch cock and defined muscles are eye-catching to you, so the nudity rule is pretty great, quite frankly.

The second rule is fine, if a little silly. Because you two are naked out in the sun so much, you need to apply sunscreen frequently. And the rule is; you can’t apply it to yourselves, only each other. So there’s been a lot of rubdowns and massages between you two. Which is fun, if a little tedious after a while.

The third rule… is the only one you kinda wish he would drop. Absolutely everything that you eat or drink has to have his semen in or on it. He loves watching you eat food with his ‘special sauce’. It’s not the worst, you’re just a little tired of the taste of cum.

Still, this is a far cry from being chained to a wall or something, which you had originally been a little worried would be your fate on this ship. As it is, this is almost like a vacation. A relaxing atmosphere, a good, gentle lover, and no gangbangs. You have fun with the rough stuff, but a break is very very nice, and probably needed.

Hearing footsteps approaching from the interior of the ship, you quickly let your body relax entirely, deepening your breathing to give off the appearance of being asleep. You’ve been slowly discovering Derek’s littler kinks over the past couple days, one of which is playing with you while you sleep until you wake up. So, sometimes you pretend to be asleep, to make him happy; he’s been very good to you, and it’s no big deal. Kinda fun, to be honest.

The footsteps slow, meaning the captain has probably noticed your ‘sleeping’ form. The steps start again, slower and quieter, until the man is right up next to you. He kneels down, and you hear the telltale sound of a bottle opening. ‘Sunscreen time, huh? Cool.’

You listen as the older man squirts out a glob of the white cream onto his hands, then brings those hands down to your bronzed body. He starts at your toned, flat stomach, and the cold liquid makes you shiver slightly. Derek pauses, but you keep up the sleeping act, pretending to have just stirred slightly. The captain continues his motions, slowly rubbing the sunscreen in, thoroughly running his hands over your tummy. Next, he moves up to your pert B-cups, groping them as he makes sure they are good and protected from the sun’s rays. His palms brush over your hard nipples, and you purposefully let out a small moan.

Derek freezes, but you just settle back into your ‘sleep’, letting his fantasy continue. Moving on from your bust, the tanned man starts applying the lotion-like substance to your arms, feeling up your lean muscles as he does each limb. Next, your long, sexy legs; what you feel is your best feature. Your masseuse gets another dollop of sunscreen ready, and starts working it into the firm flesh of your thighs. He lightly brushes your sex once, and you moan again, but don’t ‘wake up’. The blonde man makes his way down the rest of your thick graceful gams, even rubbing your feet, which tickles. Then, ever so gently, he puts little bits of sunscreen on your face; your cheeks, your forehead, your nose and ears. The man is thorough, that’s for sure.

You’re expecting him to try and flip you over, but instead you hear another squirt from a bottle. Did he miss a spot? Then, you feel the unmistakable sensations of a warm, lubed finger being pressed against your pucker. Oh, he’s in the mood. And for anal, no less. Derek starts drawing small circles around your ring, slowly relaxing it as he applies pressure. The captain won’t have to work too hard; this is far from your first backdoor rodeo. Quickly, he manages to insert a finger, and you let out yet another little moan, squirming slightly before going back to rest.

Slowly, the older man pumps his finger in and out of your rear, eventually adding a second with ease. Once he’s figured out that you have an accommodating rosebud, you hear the sound of more lube leaving the bottle, probably onto his erect member. Sure enough, the man’s digits leave, and you feel empty for a brief moment, before his dickhead pushes its way into your ready hole. He presses in, inch by inch, taking his time until he bottoms out, letting a small groan of pleasure escape his lips.

Now is the time. “Hm? Derek?” You blink at him a few times, doing your best to act like you’ve just woken up.

Whether he believes it or not, the blonde man plays along. “Hey, Leah. Sorry, did I wake you?”

“Your cock is in my ass… of course that woke me up, old man.” You feign a grumble, and he chuckles. That’s another thing you’ve learned that he likes; you calling him old. It doesn’t turn him on or anything, he just thinks it’s amusing, apparently.

“So sorry about that. I was reapplying your sunscreen, and your sexy, tight body just turned me on too much for me to hold back.” Grinning, the captain of the Sea Queen starts to pump in and out of your rectum at a steady rhythm, and you let out a soft moan. “Just lay back and relax, I’ll take care of everything.”

“Good. Least you can do for waking me up.” You jest, and Derek chuckles again, keeping his pace even. He brings a hand up to your slit, slipping in two fingers and pressing his thumb against your clit. The dual sensations in your tunnels really gets you going; his rubdown had already gotten you hot and bothered, now you’re gasping lustily at his ministrations. You bring your hand up to your tits, lightly pinching your stiff nipples to add even more arousal into the mix.The older man speeds up a bit, and you can tell he’s just as worked up as you are. You’re both rapidly getting close to the finish, moaning out your pleasure.

It’s you who goes first, your pussy clamping down around his fingers and spurting out girlcum, as your ass clenches on his member and causes him to shoot out his seed. The warm liquid pours into your bowels, and you both cry out in ecstasy as you climax. Derek leans down and takes your lips with his own, and you push your tongue into his open mouth, the two of you softly making out as you ride out your highs.

Several minutes of sensual kissing pass, even after you both recover from your orgasms, before the captain pulls away. “Thank you Leah, that was great. Now, flip on over. I need to finish reapplying your sunscreen!”

You laugh, rolling your eyes and doing as he asks. “Right. Then I do you, yeah?”

Grabbing the bottle of sunscreen, the blonde man replies. “That’s right. Then we should have ourselves some dinner, and get to bed.”

You sigh dramatically. “Will my food have semen in it, by any chance?”

“Of course! You need your protein, it’s important!” You can’t see his face, but you feel Derek’s stupid grin behind you. Resigning yourself, you relax and let the captain get to work on rubbing the protective lotion into your back, ready to have a lazy rest of your evening… lazy next few days.

‘This is nice.’