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Chapter 1540 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What do you do?

Fuck in the deep.

The ship rocks along with the hefty churn of an ocean blanketed by the cold darkness of night. Though the ship is certainly seen better days, it's saying afloat for now, though the hull you're in has filled nearly enough to cover the floorboards all the way to front and back. You feel burning hot regardless of the temperature, and you can't tell much of what else is happening anyhow. You're embraced by shadow of the sea. You can't breathe, and all you can see is a ghostly, gorgeous elf splayed out with long hair like a whirlpool swirling beneath her head, as well as a mermaid of dark skin and lovely, glowing markings, and a bulb luring in your eyes hovering just above her eyes. There's a jellyfish as well, lovely even if you can't see much of her head. Her slender figure has an amazing translucent effect, reminding you somewhat of a slime. She's normally been so composed, though as the heat has built, you can see colour flooded across her face, and the eye you can see stares back at you with a hungry desire.

You take the back of Gwynevere's head and penetrate deep into her mouth, until her tongue moves you dance along with it. Though you're entirely underwater, you stare into her eyes with no fear of suffocating. In fact, you grab her lower back, and thrust your cock up into her body with no restraint. The water may slow down most, though you push yourself to the limit and smash her wildly despite this disadvantage. Your hand caresses down to her inner thigh--even softer through the ocean's touch--and you push one of her legs aside to pull her farther open.

It seems what's effecting her most is the pure surprise by your talent, and the sheer emotion and amount of effort you're putting forth. In fact, it's overwhelming her. Clearly she's never experienced anything like what you've done. She's a Demon King, and surely she's played with all manner of men or women, though time and time again, you've succeeded in impressing her. Her heart races, and burns with a flame like nothing she's felt in the past. Her eyes flutter closed, and she takes you in her arms. For a moment, she does nothing but allow herself to be fucked as if this all she's ever wanted.

Nelli curls up around your side, snugging up so close that at least, her jellyfish cap parts way to the side, and you can stare into both of her eyes. They shimmer beautifully. She gazes back into yours as if lost, and continues to blush. Meanwhile, her companion on the other side cuddles in just as tight. You can see the glow of her bulb dangling near your head.

Though she does snap out of her state eventually, and when she does, she begins to rock her hips as well. She moves with incredible ease due to her patron's blessing, so she humps wet and wild--moans reverberating out across the water. And still, you don't breathe.

Her eyes widen. She whimpers as her toes curl up. Then yet again, she opens her mouth wide and lets out a moan of ecstasy. She reaches her climax and then beyond as she continues, hard and fast, while the water around you churns. You feel yourself be pulled left and right, and it becomes more difficult to continue. It doesn't help that you're starting to get lightheaded.

You pull in even closer, and take part of her ear into your mouth. You tickle the skin with your tongue, and as you do, you feel her body twitch and contract, cumming again. While she's moaning further, you finally let go yet again. You're at your limit for oxygen, though the pressure only makes it feel better, as you feel a hefty throb of pleasure before you pulse out everything you've built up. You finish inside her, not letting a single bit escape as you thrust into her time and time again, though she's certainly not against this by her repeating the motion in return.

It feels like you're going to capsize, though it's only the water within the hull that's splashing every which way. Then there's an explosion. As if another extension of herself couldn't hold it in any longer, the sea itself bursts, sending you, her, and the two others tumbling up from the flooded center of the hull. Anyana lays flat, half of her body still in the water, next to Nelli who breathes heavily on her backside, looking over to you curiously--yet again only one eye visible.

Gwynevere lays on top of you. She buries her face under your neck, and the sigh she releases is almost that of a cat's purr.

You stroke a thumb along the back of her neck. "You seem comfy," you whisper.

"Mmm. I would like to remain here forever." After a long, satisfying inhale and breath back out, she pulls herself up and sits on your stomach. "But alas, I cannot."

"Are you sure?"

She smiles down at you. "I assure you that I would if I could, but first we should keep the ship from sinking."

"You sure you don't want to rest before using your powers? You only just--"

"Actually," she says beneath a grunt while standing to her feet. "I have never felt better." Gwynevere then looks to the flood, and throws up her hands. "Return to safety, you two, for I must impress Kyle once more."

Anyana smiles and nods, diving into the water, and Nelli follows behind. They disappear through the opening you originally came in through.

You may have just nut in her moments ago, but the great Lady Gwynevere calls upon her power perhaps with even greater ease than she has in the past. The sea heeds her call, and you watch as the water farther down the hull begins to churn as it did before. Though this time, it seeks escape back through the cracks it came in through. It takes some time, so while she does her thing, you once more sink your body into the chilling waters.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

You slap your hand against the nearest hole and speak, "Mend," to cause the wood to seal. "Just slowing things down. We gotta last another day or so out here I assume, and while this is probably not as good as proper repairs, it'll help to close some of the smaller cracks."

"Did my amazing body awaken your mind?"

"We'll test that the next time we need to come up with a plan."

"What a lewd thing to propose."

"Is that a problem?"

She lowers her hands back down and takes a deep breath. "Just because I can hardly stands does not mean you are allowed to be so confident."

What do you do?

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