Kaliana’s Tale, part one

One moment you’re aboard a merchant ship trawling the Red Coast for fame and fortune, lifting the spirits of the crew with a mix of bardic magic and bawdy sea shanties.

The next, pirates have boarded your ship, locked the surviving crew in the brig, and the captain and first mate are having you at either end on the main deck.

“Godsteeth!” Captain Ironskull groans, features contorted in pleasure as he drags a slender Tiefling’s captive head up and down his shaft by the horns. One raven-coloured bun bobs as he thrusts into her mouth, the other unravelled, a curtain of hair swinging with the motion. “She’s far better at this than she was at… whatever it is Bards do with their mouths usually. My brains stopped working.”

“Truth be told, it’s never worked, Cap’n.” His first mate, Lareshka, Half-Orc mistress of the Red Fang slaps a powerful green hand across the Tiefling’s quivering red rump, her buttocks round and perky, giving her a pleasing, bottom-heavy appearance. Lareshka thrusts, several inches of warm green girth pumping away at Kaliana’s lower lips, the Tiefling Bard’s tail wrapped in her other fist.

Kali lets out a muffled squeak, her throat too tightly crammed to manage even a hummed note, that might allow her to cast a spell, as she is passed between Human and Half-Orc.

Wrists and ankles bound tight, she squirms, the slapping of two sets of heavy pirate balls against her chin and pussy echoing over the sound of waves and gulls.

She groans around Ironskull’s cock as Lareshka thrusts into her once more, the Half-Orc’s woman’s unexpected member feeling as though it will fill her entire tiny frame, feeling hatefully, undeniably incredible.

Unable to stop herself slobbering over Ironskull’s iron rod, her mouth producing an obscene series of sloppy gulps and smacks, she resigns herself to her fate. Being captured and ravaged by pirates is, she supposes, the stuff of a very good song.

Or just a bad filthy one. Those are her favourites after all.

She lets out a gurgled moan, and hopes that, wherever they are, Lavorra, Melira, and Razi are faring better.

Or worse. Lucky bitches.