Retire to the captain's quarters.

Before you sleep, you dress down to just your clothes, sit on the chair before the desk, and scan your eyes over the recovered papers. Much of what's covered is the exact opposite of the direction you're heading. It seems Thunderbeard is from farther east. There are notes on cargo, though there's little left in the ship itself. What survived the crash was used by the survivors. Some likely went bad over time, if perishable. You remain at that desk for longer than you meant to, and you don't notice until you glance to the circular window nearby to see a completely dark sky. The rocking of the boat and the caress of the waves is so relaxing that you nearly fall asleep right then and there.

The door creaks open, however. You eye your sword, though you don't yet draw it.

In the shadow of night, Gwynevere appears even more pale than ever. Her fair elven skin is radiant beneath the moonlight, and her hair, long and white, blows in a breeze you can't feel from here, but you can certainly hear. She wears a pitch black dress of course--one that isn't subtle with her figure, especially the leg that's visible even up past her hip, where her panties normally would be. Whether she forgot or doesn't care, the billowing of her wardrobe nearly shows her off in full, with nothing to cover her pussy. Then with one mightier wind before she enters, you cast your eyes between her legs.

She shuts the door behind her and the sound of the wind is muffled. Her dress settles. "Kyle Warren," she speaks your name.

"Gwyn," you answer back.

Slowly, she steps her bare feet across the room and stops at your desk. "You anger me. But also, you have done things no other man ever has. You are an anomaly. And I hate to say this aloud, but... th-thank you. For what you have done."

"That sounded difficult to get out."

"It was."

"It's all right, Gwyn. I know you're tough to deal with, but I can also tell you're been struggling too. We don't need to talk about all that happened, but hey. Just relax now. We escaped the island, and we're gonna get you home."

She stares down into your eyes with an expression difficult to understand--anger perhaps, or just frustrated, deep thoughts you can't read. Suddenly, she places her hands down upon the map and tools, and slides them all off the desk to crash onto the ground. She props her rear up to sit upon the edge. "I wish to take you. Right here."

"Woah, I--"

"You cannot tell me you are shy. I have seen what you are capable of doing. Do you not remember the beach? So brazenly, you took your ally by the hips and thrust into her right in front of me, like a true Demon King. So then. We are both ruthless leaders, capable of destruction and all manner of sin. Look me in the eyes and tell me you do not wish me to take you."

The chair scoots back as you stand. "And what if I want to take you?"

She squints. "You could not handle being in control of me."

"Is that a challenge?"

Gwyn reaches forward and takes hold of your collar, tugging you inward as she leans closer. "And what if it is?

You bring a hand behind her head, threading your fingers through her long, soft hair. You nearly feel a purr as your nails run down to the back of her neck. "Then challenge accepted," you whisper.

Instantaneously after your final word, she grabs your head and kisses you hard, as you do her. The desk bends slightly under your combined weight as the two of you both begin climbing on top. You get the first upper hand, slamming her back down against the surface. Her body is warm and inviting, despite her cold demeanour. The two of you continue to kiss one another, though your lips tickle down her neck, bringing out a giggling sound you've never heard her make before. But then with a frustrated whimper, she grabs your shoulders and rolls you over, and the two of you hit the ground with a thud--you on the bottom, though you're sturdy enough to feel no real pain.

That doesn't last long. Your hands soon explore, with one slipping her dress down her shoulder, while the other gropes her ass. She weakens, and you tumble to pin her down once more. She nearly counters, though your fingers then slip up to her inner thigh, and there's nothing to protect her down there anymore. The moment you brush her lips, she moans, and she can no longer fight... for now.

"Remove your shirt," she demands. "And the rest."

"You first."

She grabs your clothes and begins to pull. With a rip, she begins removing it by **** by damage starting at the collar. But you do the same. To pay her back, you take it one step beyond and **** her dress completely open down the front, leaving her naked beneath you. Without any hesitation, you taste her skin, down her tits, and her stomach. Then with incredible skill, you lick between her legs, feeling the softness of her pussy, and the shudders of her body as you plunge your tongue inside. You lick to the top, like one would with an ice cream cone, though you soon make your way back up, and the two of you make out with the utmost passion for a time.

You pull back up, and slip your shirt over your head. Then you undo your belt, and she grabs at it impatiently.

Gwyn takes this opportunity to slip free. Now entirely nude, she pulls up to the wall by the door, and poses there as she waits--hands above her head, almost in a silly manner as she tries to appear like a model for a shoot. Though for her, it works pretty well, because she's stunning to behold. As you remove your pants, your excitement is obvious. She looks down at your erection as it springs up from your underwear. Soon, you're just as naked as she.

You pin her there, slamming her body against the wood, and she responds by taking a generous handful of your ass. Not that you aren't doing the same, of course, as you grasp at her body in every exciting place. The two of you explore one another, kissing and touching, and you then feel her hand stroke up your shaft. Her fingers are surprisingly gentle, though they move with a near succubus-like sensuality. She stares deviously into your eyes.

"Give it to me," she demands. "Now."

You push her shoulders back against the wall. "Give what?"

"Your cock. What else?"

After grabbing behind her head, you grasp her hip as well, and then nudge the head of your dick to part the lips of her awaiting pussy. It's clear she means what she says. She's hidden in somewhat well, but her body is filled with hungry desire. She wants you badly. You then push her open, and you feel the hot embrace of her tight body, as well as hear the sound of her delight. She moans quietly as you fill her up with your size, and begin to thrust her up against the wall by the doorframe.

"Am I handling you now?" you ask, staring her straight into the eyes as you slowly push into her body, over and over again.

Her eyes flutter. She moans even more. "P-Perhaps," she whispers, clearly in ecstasy. But she then snaps a more serious expression back to you. "But beware. My body will make you cum far before I, so you best be ready. You will make me cum one way or another."

"What makes you so certain I won't last?"

"Because I am simply better."

"Is that a challenge?" You slowly speed your movements, bringing out a reaction rather quickly.

"You are but a man. But if you wish to make a foolish bet, then yes."

You lean in close and whisper with heated breaths, "Whoever cums first, loses. Whoever wins gets to take the other in any way they'd like."

"Idiot!" She plunges her tongue far into your mouth, grasping at the back of your neck as she begins to gyrate her hips in an alluring momentum, along with yours, though she forces you to speed up by the skillful movements of her body. "You will cum."

"So will you."

"Oh will you now?" she says through her panting.

"I swear it. On my word," you say, grabbing her chest.