29 days of longing

For 29 days Shiloh's heart ached but her body was strong. She was Shiloh of the Jungle. She told herself she could endure anything, endure the loneliness of being a wild cat. The leash was there on the captain's desk, but she would not let herself touch it.

She bounced joyfully whenever Captain Dirk let her up from the floor. His cock was warm and she sucked it enthusiastically, dreaming of Him filling her tight pussy, her fertile womb. She wrapped her perky tits around His potent shaft, and she worshiped His throbbing balls.

Shiloh obeyed the Way of the Sea, and she would submissively present her gushing virgin pussy and increasingly less virgin ass to the King of the ship. Her King laughed ruefully as He denied her pussy His cock, denied her pussy His seed, denied her pussy her own fingers. She felt a void inside her as He would use her ass and her mouth, but He kept His word.

Shiloh lay on the cold floor on the penultimate day as the ship swayed. She picked up the leash that would let her King breed her. Could she deny her own purpose? Could she deny herself a cub to bring Swiftcourage back hers? Would it not be better to return with a double bounty, a swelling belly as a bonus?

The cabin door swung open. "Kitten, we are a day from the port of New York," Dirk said, stepping inside when he saw her.

She was kneeling by her King's bed, and she clasped the leather leash around her neck. She gazed downwards and lifted the lead of the leash in her right palm.

"My life is yours, King," she said. "I'm not a whore, and I'm not a wild cat. Please show me the way."