Chapter 3: Interrogation

Elara’s heavy breasts rose and fell with barely contained excitement as two of her strongest crewmen dragged the prisoner into the captain’s cabin aboard the captured ship. The man was tall, scarred, and rough-looking exactly the kind of pirate who’d spent years trading stories in every rotten port from Nassau to Port Royal.

She had relaced her crimson corset loosely, but not enough to hide the overflowing swell of her massive tits. The tops of her areolas were just barely visible, flushed and puffy from her earlier frantic fingering. Her wild emerald eyes locked onto the prisoner like a siren scenting fresh meat.

“Leave us,” she commanded, voice low and thick with lust.

The moment the door slammed shut, Elara circled the bound man slowly, her wide hips rolling with each step, that plump, juicy ass swaying hypnotically. She could feel her cunt lips sliding slickly against each other inside her breeches — still soaked from her interrupted session.

“So… you claim to know The Kraken,” she purred, stopping right in front of him. She leaned forward deliberately, letting her enormous breasts hang heavy and full just inches from his face. The scent of her arousal mixed with salt and gunpowder filled the small cabin.

The prisoner’s eyes widened, unable to stop staring at the deep, sweaty valley of cleavage before him. “Y-yes, Captain… I sailed with him once. Biggest cock I’ve ever seen on a man. Ruined three whores in one night. They couldn’t walk straight for days.”

Elara’s breath hitched. A fresh gush of hot nectar flooded her pussy at his words. She pressed her thick thighs together, biting her full lower lip as her nipples stiffened into aching peaks.

“Tell me more,” she demanded, voice husky. One hand casually unlaced her corset further until both of her massive, heavy breasts spilled completely free, bouncing heavily with the motion. They were perfect full, round, and capped with fat, rosy nipples that begged to be sucked.

The prisoner groaned at the sight. Elara smiled wickedly and stepped even closer, pressing one bare tit against his cheek while her hand slid down to palm the growing bulge in his trousers.

“Keep talking… and maybe I’ll let you taste what that story does to me.”

He swallowed hard, feeling the scorching heat radiating from her body. “He… he captains the Leviathan. Black ship with red sails. Last sighted near the Devil’s Teeth reefs. They say he’s looking for something… or someone. Women throw themselves at him but none can handle all of him.”

Elara moaned openly now. She shoved her breeches down her curvaceous hips in one smooth motion, revealing her soaked, puffy cunt lips swollen and glistening, clit peeking out swollen and needy. A thick strand of her arousal stretched down her inner thigh.

“Look what your words are doing to me…” she breathed.

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face forward, smothering him between her massive tits while she ground her dripping pussy against his thigh. The prisoner groaned into her soft, pillowy flesh as she rode his leg shamelessly, smearing her slick juices all over his pants.

Her wild eyes were half-lidded with lust. “Bigger than any man alive, you say? Long enough to rearrange my guts? Thick enough to split my tight cunt wide open?” She rocked harder, her huge breasts jiggling wildly against his face. “I’m going to find him… and when I do, I’m going to impale myself on that monster cock until I can’t think straight.”

She reached down and freed the prisoner’s average but rock-hard dick, stroking it roughly while she continued humping his thigh. “This is nothing compared to what I need… but it’ll do for now.”

With a feral growl, Elara pushed him back onto the captain’s bed and straddled his face, lowering her dripping, aching pussy onto his eager tongue. She rode his mouth with shameless abandon, massive tits bouncing heavily as she chased the edge of release, all while fantasizing about the one cock that might finally satisfy the burning void inside her.

When she finally came, it was loud and messy thighs clamping around his head, juices flooding his mouth as she screamed into the salty air.

But even as the aftershocks rippled through her curvaceous body, Elara knew the truth:

This was only a pathetic preview.

She needed The Kraken.

And she was getting closer.