You Put on a Show

Deliberately and with obvious discomfort Princess Anna places her hands at her side and stands straight and proud before the piratess and her crew. Close as you are, you can see goosebumps starting to form on her skin from the cool breeze and her small pink nipples jut out invitingly from the youthful swell of her breasts.

"You will not break me," the princess exclaims defiantly. Blackbeaver throws her head back and laughs.

"Break you? I do not wish to break you your highness." She says, gleefully striding up to the diminutive blond, "I wish only for this." she taps lightly on the princesses flat belly.

"Male," she continues, addressing you, "Fertilize this cur quickly, I do not wish to waste any more of your seed on her than is absolutely necessary."

You nod and close the distance between you and the princess. Despite her show of defiance she backs away from you until she hits the railing. Looking back and seeing nothing but endless ocean she turns to you, taking you in with those emerald green eyes.

“Do you enjoy being her play thing?” She asks a mixture of fear and anger flashing across her face.

“Do it then,” she demands, “fill me with that oversized phallus and pump me full of your seed. But one day soon you and your cunt whore of a master will rue the day you crossed my path.”

Her chest is heaving with a mixture of fear and excitement. Her bosom rising and falling like the waves. You see a glimmer of wetness peaking our from the delegate folds between her legs.

The princess squeaks in surprise as you grab her and lift her into the air. A mixture of defiance flashes across her face but she makes no effort to fight you.

Bracing in your arms around the inside of her knees you lift her up and begin to slowly impale her on your throbbing cock. Those stunning green eyes bulge as you enter.

The gathered pirates are dead silent, all eyes are fixated on the rigid shaft slowly disappearing up into the nubile blonds bald pussy.

A strained moan escapes from between her lips as you feel the thick head of your cock come to rest against her cervix.

You hold her there for a few moments, her body feather light in your arms. Ever so slowly you begin to lift her up and down your shaft.

She gasps softly with each thrust, but refuses to release you from her gaze. Her stunning emerald eyes seem to see directly into your soul. You feel a pang of guilt at what you're doing, but then you remember that you are both victims of circumstance.

With the crowds encouragement you begin to relax and enjoy yourself, relishing the warmth and wetness now sheathing your cock. As your pace quickens you feel her body tense, her eyes, still locked to yours, have taken on a look of desperation, you suspect that she is trying to keep from climaxing, trying to resist, but it's apparent that her defenses are beginning to crumble.

Digging your fingers into her milky thighs you pump harder, pistoning in and out of her so fast that you're genuinely surprised the two of you haven't caught fire.

Then without warning she comes. Her eyes close, her body tenses and a sharp, sensuous cry pierces your ears. "Goddess help me," she begs, her dripping pussy spasming frantically around you.

The onlooking pirates cheer lewdly at the two of you, urging you to fill the wench with your seed.

Not wanting to disappoint, you pull the princess tight to you, the head of your cock butting firmly against the opening of her cervix and with a bestial cry you come inside of her, shooting rope after rope of thick semen directly into her fertile womb.

The crowd cheers louder, and you see that many have decided that a dram of whisky would help liven the show. You lower the princess to the deck and she struggles shakily to her feet, semen oozes from her cunt and down her thigh. The large bosun, a glass in one hand takes her by the shoulder and guides her back below deck.

The shouting continues for a few seconds until a loud crack cuts through the din, all eyes turn to Blackbeaver, who is holding her pistol aloft, smoke pouring from its ornate silver muzzle.

She grins, "A moment of your time ladies," she asks with a flourish, "Today, is a day of celebration. You will drink, you will eat and you will fuck until the sun goes down, for tomorrow we set sail for Rebel Bay." A cheer rises up from the gathered sailors until a second shot, from her other gun cuts them off. "Oh, and one last thing," she pauses dramatically, "The woman that catches my hat can have my cabin boy for the day." With a flick of her wrist she tosses her hat into the waiting crowd. The deck erupts into a flurry of fists and spilled whiskey.