Leave Glenda alone

You start towards the stairs leading down into the lower decks of Skirmisher. You stop yourself at the door.

"I must have faith in her," you say. "Surely the girl has the sense to make her way safely on the ship. If she wants to explore, I owe her that freedom."

You cross back over the deck and descend into the captain's cabin. You are resting alone, reading an old naval atlas, when there is a knock at the door. It is not the familiar bold knock of Captain Rakins. You get up from the bed, straightening your gown as you pad over to the door.

"Who is it?" you call softly.

"It is Haggen, the ship's doctor, sister. I thought I might inquire about your health."

Your pulse quickens at the sound of the gruff doctor's voice. Strange that such a man would inflame your lust. Perhaps it is his learned character. Whatever the reason, your legs are practically trembling and you lean against the door and let out a long, excited breath.

"Are you there sister?" he calls.

"Y-yes. Doctor. Would this inquiry about my health involve, um, any of your special treatment?"

The doctor's voice deepens and you detect a hint of amusement, as if you can hear his smile through the door, "Oh, sister, was that treatment effective?"

"It was, doctor," you sigh.

"Then I suggest you open the door."

There is no denying him, or yourself, the pleasure that awaits. You unlock the door and open the latch. Haggen steps into the room. He has combed his balding hair and dressed himself in an almost clean jacket. The strong scent of cologne wafts off of him.

"Sister." His eyes wander from your bare legs to the modest swell of your hips to the budding roundness of your breasts in your borrowed gown. "You look like you are progressing well, but I may need to conduct a more thorough examination."

"You had better lock the door, doctor."

There is some ruse he plays at, a search for a mark on your body that gets you thoroughly undressed and his hands all over your body, but after that such pretenses are forgotten. You wrap your long legs around him and fall together onto the bed. Your kiss is as hungry as Haggen's and your lips smack together as your tongues intertwine.

Your feverish fingers unbutton his jacket and undershirt until his hairy body is against your naked breasts. His warm fur does nothing to diminish your lust. You grind against him, rubbing your juicy furrow on the front of his trousers until your certain he can feel the wetness of and the heat of your desire.

You kiss down his body as he works at his belt and opens his trousers.

"Shall we... administer a dose of... the... orally... ooooh... ahhhhh..."

Whatever he is trying to say is forgotten as you wrap your lips around Haggen's fat cock and begin to suck. You take your time with him, enjoying the thickness and heat of his manhood, the faint saltiness of his sweat and the way it twitches between your lips. Your fingers stroke his bollocks and your free hand works him to his spit-soaked root. You look up at him, watching his face contort in pleasure as you slurp on his fat meat.

The Burning Rose is a silent observer to your behavior. Her contempt does nothing to diminish your ardor. You moan around Haggen's cock, watching his every wince of pleasue as you pop your lips up and down on his spit-shined tip. You saliva soaks down to his balls. He strains and grunts and pushes himself against your tongue.

Hot cum boils out of his spasming cock. It happens so quickly that you are caught off guard and you jerk your mouth back. Hot gushes of his seed lash your parted lips and glaze your chin. You quickly dive your mouth back down and suck the spurting cum from his root, draining him until his gasps and pushes your mouth away.

"Get up here," he demands, pulling your legs over his head. You sit onto his face and immediately his tongue is stuffed into your tender groove. He lashes your clit and sucks at your swollen folds, drinking the juices that spill into his mouth. You cry out, grinding your sweet peach against his mouth. He holds your thighs and moans against you, "Yes, sweet sister. So sweet!"

His tongue soothes your asshole, still stretched and sore from his hard cock and he only returns his tongue to your clit to add his finger to your ass, fucking in and out.

"Oh, doctor, you're going to make me... make me..."

Your ability to speak sense dissolves into a lip-bitten whine as you rock back against his tongue and clench your ass around his thrusting finger. You nearly suffocate him in the throes of your pleasure, only realizing he is smothering as he desperately smacks your bottom. You roll beside him, laughing and curl against his round body, now dewy with sweat. Your juices cling to his scruffy face and you taste them on his lips as you kiss. He pulls you against him. You slide your hand lower to find his swelling cock.

"I need this inside me, doctor," you coo, kissing his chest.

"What of your vow, sister?" he whispers. "I fear my next procedure might violate it."

You feel a rush of desire at the thought.