You spit it out

With a cough you spit the imp cum back out. It pours down your chin and you catch it in your hands. It's so much jiggling filth that it almost overflows your cupped palms. Your eyes water. Your body begs you not to dispose of that intoxicating juice.

"Eat seed," whines the imp. "Don't waste."

You smear the imp's musky seed onto the blanket. Even after the glistening slime is just a coating on the blanket's surface, you still have a powerful urge to lean your face down and lick it all clean.

"Don't worry, there more," says the imp, stroking his flaccid cock. "Suck more."

You grab him before he can poison your mind with his words. Your hand constricts the yowl of protest out of his throat and you leap from the bed and carry him over to the window.

"Don't come crawling in here again!" You throw the imp out the window behind the ship.

"You need more soon!" he cackles. Swooping and dancing in the sea breeze, you can't help but notice the little beast's glee. Why shouldn't he be happy? You just sucked his cock. With a guilty growl and a wave of self-loathing, you slam shut the window, lock it, and close the wooden shutters over it so the imp can see in.

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.

"Oh, Sabine, I had this wild dream. That imp had got into our room again and you were pleasuring it with your mouth. It was intense, but silly, right?"

You hope she does not notice the cum still glistening on your chin before you can clean it away.

"Definitely silly," you laugh. "I would never touch that thing again."

"Oh, thank goodness. 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 one-upped it by sucking off a daemon. You let her indiscretion 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.