Johanna has an odd dream...

Johanna dreams that she’s falling, falling into a bottomless pit. The walls of the pit are covered in strange symbols, and seemed to be closing in on her. They drew closer and closer, and she fell deeper and deeper, until she closed her eyes. A long moment passed and she opened them again, but she was not falling any longer. She was on a ship. Her ship. In her cabin… Yes, the details of the scene slowly swam into focus. Johanna Stern was sitting in bed, naked, in her cabin on her ship, peacefully enjoying the soft, swaying motion as the ship rose and fell with the waves. She could smell sea salt through her open porthole. She could feel the soft silk of her sheets on her naked flesh. She was Home.

She wasn’t alone, though. She suddenly became aware of another presence in her room, on her bed. She turned around, moving onto her hands and knees. The man was naked, too, lying square in the center of her bed, his large cock standing straight up at attention. Johanna crawled up the length of the bed, the details of her cabin fading into the background of her dream as she focused only on the man, and the cock, before her. She reached out and felt the rod, it was hard and smooth, so she ran her hand up and down it’s length. It had been a long time since Johanna had been to shore, and she wasn’t the kind of captain to have sex with members of her crew, so she had missed the feeling of a man, of a cock. She didn’t realize how much she missed it, but here in her dream, it was apparent that she really, really needed some cock, and here it was, right in front of her. She leaned down and wrapped her lips around the tip of it, her tongue swirling around it and getting used to the taste, the flavor. She loved it, of course she did. It was a dream, so why shouldn’t it be perfect and delicious? She moved her head down, tasting more of the cock, reveling in the feel of it filling her mouth, pressing against her cheek as she leaned one way, tickling the entrance to her throat as she moved just a little differently.

She began to bob her head up and down on the cock, just as a ship bobs up and down on the open ocean, and in that foggy space between the dreaming mind and the waking mind, it dawned on her that this was the first time she had done this with a man. At most, she gave her lovers’ cocks a couple licks before moving on to the main course. “I’m a captain,” she remembered telling a handsome merchant she’d let into her bed, a few months ago, “Not some cheap whore.” Perhaps that conversation was what brought this dream to mind, and saw her here, bobbing her head up and down hungrily along the cock of a man whose face she hadn’t bothered to look at yet.

Realizing this fact, Johanna tried to pull off of the cock in her mouth, but found a large, powerful hand on the back of her head, forcing her to keep the pace she had established. “Don’t stop now,” She heard from above, in a voice she was now all too familiar with, “You’ll want some more practice, and besides, I like seeing you down there.” Johanna obediently kept bobbing her head, but her eyes flicked up from the man’s cock, across his sculpted abs, all the way up to see the smiling, confident face of Captain Bone, and she suddenly remembered that she was not in her cabin, on her ship, lying in bed, but shipwrecked on an uncharted island, lying next to an infamous pirate, and the dream fell apart. Johanna’s eyes opened, and she was once again in the waking world.