She takes Jenny.

Jenny felt Seabrooke crush her body against the wall. Sylvia kissed her with some intensity, a gesture of primal lust that Jenny eagerly reciprocated.

The pirate hunter stroked, squeezed and admired her captive's arse as she hungrily kissed her.

Lost in a haze of pleasure, Jenny moaned into Seabrooke's mouth. She was a mess of desire, but there was little in return from the cunning captain. She kissed with ferocity and vigor, but not warmth.

After a few moments, all too fleeting to Kenway, Sylvia pulled away. If it weren't for her damned bonds, Jenny would have done anything to close the gap between them again. To pull Seabrooke closer to her, to grind against her.

A few seconds passed, before Jenny noticed Seabrooke's eyes were angling down. As they alighted on Jenny's needy pussy, Sylvia grinned.

Jenny could hardly believe her fortune as the hunter kneeled before her.

She shivered and convulsed with delight as, once more, she felt Sylvia's kiss on her skin. Starting at her stomach and creeping below her waist.

Jenny had been brought precious little relief before she realised that the Siren intended to do little but tease her with each lash of her tongue.

"This just isn't right." Seabrooke sighed. "Why in blazes should you get off first?" She clarified.

Standing once again, Sylvia made a few deft movements and unchained Jenny from the wall. Her hands were still bound, but she was free to move, free to approach Sylvia...

"I've loosened your restraints, but you'd be a fool to try anything." Seabrooke warned, training her pistol on Jenny.

"It'd be a shame to lose my bounty, and to ruin your pretty face, of course, but I'd still do it." Seabrooke assured Jenny.

"Now, on your hands and knees, peasant." Sylvia concluded. As Jenny momentarily obliged, the Siren skillfully removed her trousers, all the while keeping her weapon's barrel fixed on Jenny.

"Come," She began, laying on the floor and exposing herself to Jenny. "Worship me."

Even if Jenny had wanted to refuse, the burning in her loins would have prevented her. She scurried forward, her chains clinking against the floor, and put her head between the Siren's thighs.

Nights with Anne in Nassau had given her ample experience pleasing a woman like this. It showed as after only a few moments, Sylvia was stroking the other woman's hair and crying out.

"Finish me! Finish me, Kenway and I'll finish you!" The posh captain promised.

It was a tempting prospect, the Siren's cruel, thin lips at her snatch again, but Jenny couldn't help but notice Seabrooke had grown rather distracted...