With your hand

Leaned sideways to work your hand on the imp's cock, your exposed breast bounces against your bicep. Your hard nipple glistens with the imp's saliva in the light through the window. The obscene sound of your hand slipping over the oily precum is almost loud enough for you to worry about waking Glenda.

"Come on, you little pest," you whisper. "Spray your seed. You deserve my hand around your throat, but tonight I'll settle for your cock."

"Ohhhh, Fire Hair," moans the imp, squirming and bucking his cock through your grasp, "you make seed. Lot of seed."

His cock seems impossibly warm and hard and for a moment you imagine it bursting into flames in your grasp. The precum is a constant trickle over your fingers, foaming slightly around the ridges of his fat cockhead from the friction of your stroke. The smell of his musk increases by the the moment. His eyes dart from your jiggling breast to your hand steadily wanking his fiendish fuckmeat.

"Let me see it," you whisper, affecting a husky lust that is only half lie. "Fire your seed into the night."

"AAaaiieee!" The imp's shrill cry of pleasure is like a bird's squawk. He bucks against your fist so vigorously that his back bows and each thrust lifts his narrow hips and wee bottom off the bed. You feel the throb of his cock in your grasp, yet the first long rope of imp cum catches you by surprise. It splashes inside the blanket and drizzles your thigh with his hot seed. The imp whine again, thrusting through your fingers and gushing out lashing strands of milky white cum that cover the imp's legs and spill down over your fingers in gooey loops.

"Thaaaat's it," you say, squeezing hard and milking his cock. "Empty those nasty little bollocks."

You milk his cock until he moans and squirms from the over-sensitivity of his flesh. You release your grip and look at the cum decorating your hand.

"Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting."

"Lick up," says the imp. "Make you grow strong girl."

"I'm not falling for that, you little pervert. Here, have a taste of it."

He tries to turn away but you smear his mouth and face with his cum. The imp wriggles out of your grasp and flaps into the air above the bed.

"Don't look cross at me," you warn. "I've been more generous than you deserve."

"You turning into slut, Fire Hair. Can't get enough me cock." The imp waggles his dripping spunkmeat at you. With a growl of anger, you rise from the bed to catch him and really punish him. The imp cackles with glee, flapping out of the way and disappearing out the window of the cabin."

You slam the window closed and pull the shutters. The first light of dawn is filtering through them and illuminating Glenda who stretches in the bed, her nipples hard beneath the taut fabric of her borrowed gown. She yawns and then smiles up at you.

"I had a dream you that imp was in here and you were tugging on his red prick under the covers."

You hide your cum-smeared hand from her view.

"Just a bird," you assure her. "I chased it out."

"I'm glad it wasn't the imp. I thought I saw him sniffing around out there when I came to bed."

You can hardly confront her for her behavior of the night before considering you just willingly jerked off a daemon. You let it go again, only offering her a smile. You are about to say more when Captain Rakins knocks at the door.

"We are making good time, sisters. Come, join me for a breakfast and then I will leave you to enjoy the day. We should be past the dangerous waters."

You enjoy a hearty breakfast and spend a day on deck watching the lush coast roll past and soaking in what sun you can without burning your sensitive skin. You see tiny fishing villages and mangrove wetlands. Caves that speak of mysteries and an ancient island castle crumbling into the sea. You dine on sour fruit and salted biscuits for lunch and in the afternoon visit with the doctor. He checks your bandage, applies a new one, and says that you have passed the worst danger of infection.

Haggen is respectful this time, though you catch him looking you over his hands do not stray from his treatment. Once your return to the deck, you cannot find Glenda. You check the captain's cabin and she is not there either. Just what is that girl up to now? Perhaps you should find out.