Chapter 4: Flesh

The sun had long set by the time the Siren’s Wrath and her newly captured prize sailed side by side under a sky full of stars. A victory celebration raged across both decks. Barrels of rum were smashed open, music roared, and bodies moved with drunken, lust-filled abandon.

Elara Voss stood at the center of it all like a goddess of pure carnal chaos.

Her crimson corset was completely unlaced now, hanging open like an invitation. Her massive, heavy breasts swayed freely with every step, nipples stiff and glistening from the humid night air and the occasional splash of spilled rum. Her leather breeches were gone entirely kicked off hours ago leaving her thick, curvaceous thighs and that perfect, plump ass completely bare. Only a thin, nearly transparent white shirt clung to her sweat-slicked body, doing nothing to hide the deep curves or the way her soaked cunt lips peeked out whenever she moved.

She was drunk on rum and even drunker on need.

The stories from the prisoner had spread like wildfire through her crew. Every man now knew their wild-eyed captain was hunting the biggest cock on the seven seas. And tonight, that knowledge made them bold.

Elara laughed throatily as two burly pirates lifted her onto a wide table in the middle of the main deck. She spread her thick thighs wide, giving every watching eye a perfect view of her dripping, puffy pussy. Her juices had been leaking steadily for hours, leaving shiny trails down her inner thighs.

“Come on then, you salty bastards,” she growled, voice raw with lust. “If any of you can make me cum hard enough to scream The Kraken’s name, I’ll let you fuck these tits tonight.”

The challenge ignited the deck.

One after another they came to her. Rough hands groped her enormous breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft, heavy flesh while mouths latched onto her fat nipples, sucking greedily. Fingers plunged into her soaking cunt — two, then three, then four stretching her as she bucked her wide hips like a woman possessed. Her wild auburn curls stuck to her flushed face as she moaned and cursed.

“Harder! Deeper! Fuck… none of you are big enough!” she cried out, even as her pussy clenched and squirted around the thickest fist she’d taken yet.

She came multiple times that night loud, messy orgasms that left her thighs trembling and the wooden table beneath her slick with her cum. But every climax felt hollow. Every cock she stroked or sucked felt like a cruel tease. She took two men at once, one in her mouth and another pounding her from behind while her massive tits swung heavily, but still… it wasn’t enough.

Nothing compared to the burning image in her mind: a monstrous, vein-ridged cock longer and thicker than her forearm, attached to the man they called The Kraken.

Later, as the orgy continued around her, Elara slipped away to the railing, staring out at the dark ocean. Cum and her own juices dripped down her inner thighs. Her huge breasts rose and fell with frustrated breaths. She slipped two fingers back into her greedy cunt, pumping them slowly while whispering into the wind.

“Where are you, you hung fucking beast…? My pussy is aching for you. I need that fat cock destroying me. Stretching me until I cry. Filling me so deep I feel you in my womb…”

Her fingers moved faster, her free hand brutally pinching one swollen nipple as another smaller orgasm rippled through her curvaceous body. It still wasn’t enough.

Suddenly, from the crow’s nest, a cry rang out:

“Ship ahoy! Black hull… red sails! It’s the Leviathan! Dead ahead!”

Elara’s wild eyes snapped open, blazing with raw, animalistic hunger. A fresh flood of slick arousal gushed down her thighs.

Finally.

She didn’t bother covering herself. Bare-breasted, dripping cunt exposed to the night air, the curvaceous pirate queen gripped the railing with white knuckles and smiled like a woman who was about to meet her destiny.

The real hunt was about to begin.