You meet the Countess

The Imperial vessel Sertanus is tugged behind the Vigilance, now that the prized ship has been saved from the brink of sinking and its crew pressganged into service under Captain Marriana Godfrey. It appears that you are not the only one to have been given a promotion. Trandal was put in place as the enforcer of the pressgang aboard the Imperial vessel, ensuring none dared attempt a mutiny and separate from the Vigilance. His size and strength did a large amount of the speaking for him, but his quiet ferocity, the kind that would kill you with a look, also did a fair amount to keep the peace. That the Empire waged an endless war to eradicate his kind surely gave Trandal no shortage of contempt for the prisoners, but he showed great restraint in not exacting vengeance. His hateful glare, the one you first saw in the Rusted Tavern, now seems permanently affixed to his face, so long as he's surrounded by his mortal enemy.

How long ago that feels now, despite it only being a few weeks past. It feels even longer since you left the forests of home, reflecting on why you ever stepped foot out of your ancestral home. At first you thought it was just to get a taste of different culture, wanting new music and poems that your fellow elves would never recite. This is a pretty far departure from that idea, but in quiet contemplation, you're actually content in the moment, relaxing in the rigging in the night, staring up at the gleaming stars. Having freedom could be an answer, although being stuck on this ship, and the first officer itself is actually rather confining. Still, you can hear the words of your Captain, Marriana Godfrey ringing through your head, about the freedom of the ocean waves; that one could travel in any direction at any time, never fully certain what the day will bring. Perhaps that uncertainty and the adventure that comes with this new life is what you were really looking for. Whatever the real reason, your quiet thought to yourself is cut short by the Captain's call.

"Fiana! A moment in my quarters" You hurry in at a second's notice, "Yes Captain?" She smiles laughingly "Fiana, when it's just the two of us, you may call me Marriana. You're my second in command, and we've shared a romantic partner, I think that's enough basis for us to look at each other as friends."

"Y-y-yes Cap-" You cut yourself short "Marriana. What did you need?"

"Since you were staring so intently at the stars, I thought I might show you something..." On her desk was a sextant, the complicated navigation guide for sailing ships "Become familiar with the stars, and the constellations. This little wonder is useless without them." You step outside together, and she shows you the various procedures of it's mechanics, proving yourself to be a quick study.

"Very good Fiana" she comments, "There's one last component to get the best navigations, but I'll keep that to myself for now." Putting back the tool, you take the private moment to speak in confidence

"May I ask you a question, Marriana?"

"You've certainly been in that kind of habit of late. Please" She retorts with a smile

"Why make me your First Officer? There's plenty of men on the ship who have sailed longer, have more experience than I do. Are better built for a life at sea."

"Professional insight, as my First Officer, is never doubt yourself. It's liable to get yourself killed." As she took her large coat off and sat at the edge of the bed.

"You're not answering my question, Captain" Pressing her for the information

She lets out a small laugh and points at you with her knife-hand "That right there. You're braver and more stubborn than you know Fiana. You speak truth to power, and demand it from power, which is equally important. None of this crew would do that. The battle with the Sertanus crew was dangerous, you were completely right. Everyone knew it, you were the one to question it, and you had the wisdom to do so where nobody else could see you disagreeing with your Captain. The decision still being made, you went about your duties to the best you could, protecting my own ass in the process. That's what I need, it's what every good Captain longs for."

"Thank you, Marriana"

"You're welcome. Also, you keep sleeping in my quarters, I can't help but feeling a little attached. You're starting to make a dent in my bed here..." The thought lingers, and you two quietly stare at each other. Marriana continues to undress herself, and you follow suit, kissing her as you both work. It's clunky, awkward going as you try to unvest yourself while keeping your tongues attached, but you eventually get there, and climb on top of her. She playfully bites your neck and tugs your hair while also firmly grasping your ass as you lightly peck her neck, fondling her larger breasts. Your moist pussies softly grind against each other, moaning as you go. You feel a slight panick as the door to the captain's quarters a barged open. Hearing the voice associated, you start to relax; Trandal.

"Forgive me captain!" He stutters out, looking to retreat. Marriana seems less than concerned. "Orc, I know this is a hard concept coming from a people who live in tents, but learn to knock before you enter. Now, what did you need?"

"Just reporting that the new watch has begun. The pressgang has been relieved and placed in the brig."

"Very good Trandal. You are relieved as well. Come on in and enjoy yourself, if you'd like." She says teasingly, you feel her hands spread your ass wide as a further invitation, not that it was needed. The orc quickly frees his engorged cock from his trousers, pressing it between the soft wetness of you and the Captain." All three of you start to moan in the new sensations. Marriana starts to laugh lightly "How is it it's always you two that I find myself compromised with?"

"Because you trust me, and because you love his cock" You reply smartly

"That must be it..." She admits as she pulls you close for a passionate kiss. You feel the tip of Trandal's cock sliding against the outside folds of your pussy, and you can tell he's moving between you and Marriana. You still feel surprised when he finally enters you, your whole body clenching as you finally receive the fullness of him that you had secretly longed for since first seeing it.

"Well well, looks like I'm not the only one attached to that big monster, now am I?" Speechless, you just shake your head no wildly as you revel in the pleasure of being fucked by what feels like the biggest cock in the world. Motionless, you feel the Captain spreading your ass again, providing a better sight for the Orc and to allow him to get even deeper inside you. Not being able to do anything for her, you start passionately kissing with the captain, your breasts rubbing against each other as you get pounded by the green brute behind you.

Just as it starts to feel really blissful, Trandal pulls out in an act of cruelty, choosing to instead fuck the Captain under you. Your moaning turns to an almost begging whine, longing to feel him back in you.

"Awwww, the proper little elf can't get enough Orc cock. That's okay, I'll share him with you all you want. You just have to say it"

You're a little resistant to debase yourself like this, but deep down you know it's true "Fuck! I need that cock! Please give it back to me! I can never have anything else again after having you inside me. Pleeeaaaaaase!"

"Trandal, be a dear and give this little nymph elf your amazing cock, before she goes crazy" She says teasingly. "Aye aye Captain" He responds loudly as she shoves back inside. Your hair gets pulled back and your ass spanked mercilessly as he fucks without concern. The pain mixes with pleasure, bringing the sensations even higher. Your entire body shakes in waves as you cum all over cock, your juices leaking out over your Captain. Trandal isn't far behind, coming to a thunderous halt inside you as he unleashes all his seed inside your greedy pussy. The orc is slow to pull out, but is strong enough in his vitality to continue fucking immediately, and gives Marriana the same treatment he gave you. Glowing and amazed, there's little you can do but hover over her. The captain is unexpectedly surprised as his ability to keep going, and massively turned on by the idea.

"Ohhh fuck. Looks like he might never stop. Best keep an eye on him before he destroys every harlot in port". Captain Godfrey and Trandal climax at the same time; Godfrey seems equally spent, Trandal miraculously seems to still have the energy to carry on another watch.

"Thank you Trandal, you may return to the crew quarters. Feel free to report any other disturbances you may find"

"Yes Captain." He replies as he puts his third leg bag into his trousers

"And Trandal? Be sure to knock next time..."

"Aye Captain"

The next day is eventful, as you quickly come up on the infamous Bastard Isles. As you had heard, many of them are actually atolls, 'islands' that only appear in the low tide. Clearing your way past them, you find the twin islands toward the center. The largest of the chain, they have the space to be inhabitable, but were thought to be too desolate. Surprise for everyone to find the amount of resources brought here to make it keep it inhabitable. Makeshift buildings constructed out of structures of ships. Food and drink brought in from the mainland, with rudimentary farming. It's a small marvel in of itself, you figure, that so much could be dedicated to this by greedy and bloodthirsty thieves. Marriana is all too proud to be able to call this place a second home.

"Welcome, men, to the two wonders of the eastern sea. This here be Treasure Island!" As the ship slowly arrives to port of the western island "And that..." pointing to it's eastern mate "be Pleasure Island! The homes of every scurvy dog and low-life to have ever set sail. You be having liberty for the remainder of the day once we make land, I expect you all to report by dawn on the morrow, regardless of what woman, man, or goat you have to pull yourself from to be here" The crew laughed heartily at her comments, and moved expediently to get off the ship and enjoy their free time. You were quick to move as well, but were held back.

"You're with me today. We have business to attend to,"

"What business?" You ask

"We be meeting with the Countess. She'll be needing to know we've arrived, and bearing gifts no less. But first, we need to make you presentable."

"Presentable?" You look down at your clothes, confused.

"You look like a country bumpkin Fiana. A young, beautiful, elven bumpkin, but still, a bumpkin. You're one of us now, and you require something more appearing the part. Call it a belated enlisted bonus." You follow the Captain down unfamiliar streets. Despite the remoteness, the shops are actually teeming with goods, no doubt taken from plundered ships. Much of it is sold for absurdly low amounts, given that it's nearly all profit. Seemingly all-knowing, she enters into a shop specializing in fine clothes, perused more by the whores of the city than any of the crews, and in a few minutes, finds precisely the items she is looking for.

"Here Fiana. Put these on. You'll be perfect in them." Without any input, she pays for them before you can object "I have no say in this do I?" You ask, defeatedly.

"Not this time. Learn to trust your Captain." No real privacy, you change in the corner outside of the eyes of any passerby outside. The clothing is much more vibrant and outlandish than you're used to, but you can't deny that you absolutely look to be an officer of a Pirate ship now...

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but how'd you know these clothes were even here?"

"I'm the one who sold them to the store in the first place, having captured a merchant ship off the southern coast." You can see Marriana's eyes study you up and down, with that familiar lusty gaze. "Fuck. I'm afraid you just might upstage me. I might need to get you out of that outfit later..."

Your shopping excursion done, you continue to follow your captain up the hill of Treasure Island to find 'The Governor's Mansion', the home of the Cutthroat Countess. Like the other buildings, it was built of whatever was available at the time, but is built larger and built of stronger materials, with at least some attempt at symmetry and conventional aesthetics. The guards outside recognize Marriana and let you both in without a word. Seemingly familiar with the area, she makes her way through the building with ease.

Sitting behind an enormous desk, normally befitting a noble lord, or accountant on their behalf, was the mysterious Countess. Hooved feet lazily perched on top as she leaned back in her large chair, she nearly fell out at the sight of Marriana and you

"Cousin!" she shouted, as she leapt to hug her curiously extended family member. You're all the more perplexed, as this "cousin" of Marriana is obviously a demon. You fear her inherently, your hand resting on your sword. Without a second thought, she leaps to hugging you next "You must be her new first mate! Good to meet you. A fair sight better looking than the last one cousin, if I may say..." She certainly has the same lustful stare that Marriana has, so there's that. She returns to her desk, sitting on top of it "So, how is my favorite terror of the sea?"

"Excellent, I brought you a gift, actually." Marriana smiled, as this demon woman looked behind her through the window to see the port below.

"You brought me another ship! You shouldn't have!" The giddiness, and seeming normalcy is off-putting. You still have your hand on your rapier, which catches The Countess' Eye.

"Can I do something to help put you at ease there, Elf?"

"Fiana, Countess, and I'm sorry, but you're...a demon." The countess reacts poorly, throwing an empty bottle of beer at your head, which you nimbly dodge "HALF-Demon. The word you are looking for is Tiefling. You don't leave you forests much I take it?" You shake your head no "I'm terribly sorry."

"You get this one free for not knowing better, but don't make that mistake again."

"Yes Countess" You want to leave the situation be, as by all behavior, she seems more a human than a demon, but you notice peculiar tattoos on her hands. You're not sure what they are, but you know enough to know they have some occult significance. The conversation between the 'cousins' quickly escapes your understanding, so leave it be for the time being. You keep quiet, waiting for the meeting to be done. The Countess, her real name Joseline, preferring Joe, gave another strong hug to both you and the Captain as you left.

"Captain, if there's nothing else, I would like to request leave with the rest of the crew. There's some exploring I would like to do on my own."

"Certainly. Keep yer wits about you now. Tis a rough place around here, after all."