The Blockade Begins

The seas grew rough as the Countess' fleet of ships approached the shores of the Intransican Empire. A heavy storm came in from behind the ships and bared down too quickly for the ships to be able to evade. The best that could be hoped for was to avoid each other, which was its own difficult task. The heavy winds caused the ships to yaw and shift. The crews had to scramble to ensure all the guns were strapped down, followed by the other important equipment. Fighting seasickness was difficult for all the men standing on their feet. Thankfully for you, you were on your back in your quarters, legs in the air, with Trandal's smooth head between them, licking the soft folds of your pussy.

Trandal is a devoted lover, but he is admittedly thrown off by the whole affair. "Fiana, don't you think this is a little odd?"

You giggle at the redundant question "Sure, that's what it makes it fun. Not every day you can have sex while feeling your stomach lurching,"

"If you say so," the orc conceded as he returned to his work. His strong arms held your thighs tightly in place, both to fight the rocking of the boat and your squirming in pleasure. "I'm just saying" he adds in between moments of licking "This would be a lot easier if I was on top of you"

"You're just saying that because your dick is aching for some action"

"Is that such a bad thing?" He asks plaintively

"No, I suppose not" You let out a contended sigh "Come on up here than, and have some solace."

As he lifted himself, you flipped yourself onto your belly, your legs pressed together. Trandal hovered over you, inches over your back. With a slight shift, he was able to push deep inside your pussy. Once in, he grabbed you by your wrists and began to slowly fuck you. With your legs pressed together, his huge cock feels even bigger. Your wet juices allow him to still easily slide in and out, his waist slapping against your small, athletic ass. You pretend to struggle against him as he pins you down, leading him to hold you harder and fuck you stronger. The small hairs on your skin begin to stand on end as you feel his hot breath on the back of your neck. There's nothing you can do here but let him fuck you, and you're content with that. You bite into the sheet of your bed as you quickly reach your first orgasm.

Trandal seemed nowhere close to cumming, but you think you know how to get him there. You struggle against his hold on you harder, leading him to start to lose his rhythm. Frustrated, he pulled your arms behind you, pinning them against the small of your back with one hand and began to fuck you harder. Pulling on an almost animalistic drive, he started to grunt with every thrust. You continue to try to free your arms from his grasp feebly, leading him further along. Keeping his balance even during the storm, he uses his other hand to yank your hair back, causing you to squeal and arch your back in response. You quickly reach a second orgasm, gushing on his thick orc cock. You feel Trandal's grip tighten on you even tighter as he reaches his own. As he finishes, he pushes your face into the bed as he lifts himself up. As his cock pulls out, you can feel a pool of cum immediately leak out. You linger for a few moments before turning about and putting your clothes on, but by the time you have your feat on the floor, he's nearly already dressed.

"You're in quite the hurry..." You say with a slight amount of surprise

"I may have overstayed my visit. No regrets, but the crew is going to need able hands and a strong back."

"You're probably right. I should make myself seen as well." You say wistfully, as you start preparing yourself "The storm should be over soon, I think."

"I wouldn't count on it." Trandal flatly disagrees "We should actually hope that it doesn't. If this storm continues to batter down, it will keep the Empire from having their ships out too far. By the time anyone would be the wiser to our presence, it'll be too late."

"Sometimes Trandal, I think you're the one better suited to become Captain, and not me."

"Well, nobody asked me for that honor. Not counting on that to happen soon either..." For all the progress he had made, the Orc still had a grudge to carry, and probably always would.

"Do you think this is crazy? Fighting the Empire so directly like this?"

"Unquestionably" He replied with more certainty than you expected "But those are the Countess' orders, and I'll follow them to the best of my ability. If what you said is true, and she is a disgraced Imperial noble, than I'd probably want **** too. The Empire has wiped out entire clans of my people to make way for their 'colonization' efforts. It doesn't apply to my family, thankfully, but blood is blood, and I'm all in for payback" He shrugged slightly "In any case, someone has to show the world that they aren't the invincible **** that everyone fears them to be." Without another word, Trandal opens the door and bears through the storm, soaked to the core in water the second he steps outside. You're a few minutes behind him, following with a slight case of nervousness. This is the part of sailing and being a pirate that is the most trying by far. Trandal's pessimism proved untrue. There was work yet to be done, and a fair amount of luck to avoid colliding with the other ships. Through the thick clouds of the night sky, some of the light of the full moon was breaking through in the far distance. The Vindication was latched down as best as could be, so there was little for you to do other than ensure the crew was okay. This was a hardy resilient bunch, more experienced than Marriana's crew by far, but a storm like this is bound to cause some injuries. A few slips and falls causing that were largely forgettable, but one poor sap caught the unfortunate fate of a cannon not being tied down properly and had to have his leg removed at the knee. A fate you wouldn't wish on anyone, but in all respects, that this was the worst of it is fairly good news. By the time the storm had cleared, you could faintly see the lights of the Imperial port city in the distance. You turn to Joseline, who had been at the helm the whole ordeal.

"You've done it Captain! With the storm now in the port, they wouldn't dare send anything out to meet us until it's too late."

"You almost sound like you didn't have any faith in your Captain" Joseline's sarcastic charm shown through her soaked exterior. Nothing could douse the flame inside her, it seemed.

"Never doubted ma'am." You respond with a proper salute "Things did get quite rough there for a while."

"Indeed, but nobody ever got anything without taking a risk. Have the crews weigh anchor. Give them some rest, we'll attack at first light."

"Captain? That sounds almost cautious for you."

"It's a courtesy to our men. They just went through hell."

"They'd go through hell and back for you, Joseline. Let's press the attack. We bombard the city, maybe take a ship out or two while they're still docked. Weaken them while sending a message as clear as can be. The Cutthroat Countess has arrived, and she's out for blood."

"I see why your true calling is a bard Fiana. You're very convincing. Very well. Rally the crew and prepare the guns. We make one pass through the harbor and return here."

"Aye Aye Captain"

"Fiana," Joseline stops you just before you begin to walk away "I have to recognize, this is rather brazen, especially for an elf. What stake do you have in all of this?"

"Well, Captain, if my entire life was taken from me, I'd want to take back whatever I could, and Bronzebark Elves aren't as friendly towards the Empire as many would think."

"I see. Carry on than!"

Order relayed, the crew moved with great speed and care. They were slowed by their wet clothes and true to the Captain's word, they were clearly tired, but also all shared the drive of you and the Captain. Sails unfurled and cannons prepared, the ship crept into the harbor. With not a torch lit upon it and only relying on the light of the moon, it would be difficult to identify. It would be recognized as a ship plain enough, but knowing what ship or whose colors it flew would be a mystery, and that was all that was needed. The harbor was latched down as well after the storm had come through, unsuspecting a thing.

The scene went from a quiet as a mortuary to a cacophony of activity in the blink of an eye, as forty guns of all sizes opened up at once, firing indiscriminately. The city alarm bell went off only a few moments later. Shouts and screams could be heard from the harbor as Imperial officers and sailors tried to marshal their forces and respond. The gunners firing at will, the calm had been replaced with utter chaos and disorder. Joseline, walking the decks between the men, laughed maniacally at the sight. The one pass through the harbor complete, the ship began to turn around. This is where things would prove to be difficult, as the ship was **** from behind. Worse, the watchtower was now awakened and preparing their own guns. A few chaotic firings from their cannons went off; a few struck the ship, one nearly taking out the main mast, but no serious damage. The distance and elevation of the tower made it difficult to fire back from your position, but although their guns could reach you, they proved inaccurate, especially in the night. A draw, as far as that was concerned. The Vindication returned to the Bloody Armada, a testament to her name. Turned about, the crews of the neighboring ships celebrated in triumph as it pulled in.

"Well, that was the easy part" Joseline, the Cutthroat Countess began, her arms crossed over her chest, her ship still the lead of the offensive "Now, it's a time for war."