War Paint

“I believe you may have had a little bit too much to drink, Odysseia.” Said the mans teasing voice from above me. I had a mini blackout as my orgasm completely enraptured me, making me see stars. When I had fully awoken I found myself in a lewd position, ass up and shaking, as if presenting myself.

“Oh fuck…” I whisper under my breath as I start to feel something splatter against my ass cheeks. It was warm, thick, and dripping off of each cheek. I couldn’t help but bite my lip at the feeling, not to mention after hearing the moans of the man behind me as he painted my ass with his cum.

“God you’re such a nasty bitch.” He growls as he gives my ass another firm smack, pushing me to the ground as I fall helplessly into a heap. I could hear his growl as he looked down at me, and out of the corner of my eye I could see the shadow of his cock, slowly growing more limp now as it eclipses my vision above me.

Though as the lust began to subside I felt his presence shift as well. There was a softness to his stance now, and the voice that left his lips had the same kindness he had upon our first meeting. “Oh… oh dear…” He whispered as he quickly ran out of the room.

At first I thought this would be my time to escape, run out of the room, find my clothes, and meet my crew. But my legs were too heavy to move, and my arms resisted any attempts from my mind. I was stuck at this mans mercy… until…

“Wha… what?” I was able to moan, as I felt a warm fur blanket be placed across my body, covering my shame and giving my body the warmth to stop shivering as well.

“I am no monster, Captain Odysseia. The wine just makes me a bit carried away.” He says calmly, somehow already fully dressed once again as he looks down at me with a small look of pity. “As it seems it does to you.” He smiles, before slowly reaching down and lifting my limp body into the air in a fireman's carry.

“I shall take you to my bedroom to let you sleep.” He continues, his voice warm and almost sweet like nectar as I feel his warm calming breath against my skin. “When you are ready you may rejoin your crew. But for now you must rest.”

Next thing I knew I felt my plump backside sinking into a beautifully firm mattress, letting it mold to my shape as I melted into the feeling. I let out a small moan as my eyes closed, and a quick smile grew across my face.

“Thank you… Maron.” I whisper, before my mind starts to drift and I give in to my bodies urges as I fall to sleep.