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The voyage to the Easybreeze archipelago stretched longer than any previous sea crossing.

Days blurred into one another under clear skies and steady wind. The Alcor was well-provisioned, the crew experienced, and the pride had finally learned how to pace themselves around a man whose white flames refused to let him tire. They rotated without the desperate edge of earlier journeys. Someone was almost always on his cock or under his hands, yet the sessions stayed measured enough that no one collapsed from pure overuse before nightfall. Even so, the sheer volume of idle time aboard ship meant Aether still spent hours each day hard and ready, the Name Bearer gift turning what should have been exhaustion into clean, endless appetite. Ordinary sailor girls continued to last minutes at best. The women of his actual pride absorbed the excess with practiced greed, already carrying his seed and therefore free to take him for pleasure alone.

Beidou waited until one quiet afternoon when most of the others were dozing or playing cards on the lower deck.

She found him at the stern rail, walked up without preamble, and braced both hands on the wood. Then she pushed her hips back, reached behind herself, and spread her ass open with the same straightforward confidence she brought to everything else. Her pussy was visibly swollen and flushed from the earlier rounds; the captain clearly felt she had given that particular hole enough work for the day.

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(artist: miyu)

“Try the other one,”
she said, glancing over her shoulder.
“If you’re interested. She’s starting to complain, and I still want you in me.”

Aether considered the offer for only a moment.

Breeding had always been his strongest drive — the deep, instinctive satisfaction of flooding a willing womb and knowing it would take. Most of the women around him were already pregnant; the urgent need to claim and fill had been satisfied for the time being. Variety, then, was simply practical. He stepped in, spit once into his palm, stroked himself slick, and pressed the head of his cock against the tighter ring she presented.

Beidou exhaled slowly through her teeth as he pushed inside, the stretch drawing a low, appreciative sound from her chest. She was tight, hot, and clearly experienced enough to relax around him without drama. Aether settled into a steady rhythm, one hand on her hip, the other braced on the rail beside hers, and fucked her ass with the same unhurried thoroughness he gave every other part of her. The captain pushed back to meet him, occasional rough encouragements slipping out whenever he angled especially deep.

Anal was a different country.

Aether had spent so long mapping the exact internal shape of cunts — the soft give of a cervix, the fluttering ridges, the way a womb could be coaxed open — that the tighter, smoother heat of Beidou’s ass felt almost novel. He adjusted on pure instinct. Shorter strokes at first, more deliberate pressure against the front wall, a steady grind instead of the deep breeding thrusts he used elsewhere. Beidou’s experience showed in how quickly she relaxed around him, but the Passion Claimer’s current level turned that experience into raw material rather than a limit.

Within minutes he had her face-down on the nearest cabin mattress, one hand between her shoulder blades keeping her chest pinned, the other locked on her hip. Every thrust drew a higher, more broken sound from her until she was openly squealing into the sheets, thighs shaking, the usual captain’s composure reduced to pure delighted overload. He kept the pace merciless and precise, white fire flickering along his arms, until Beidou came with a full-body shudder and a flood of fluid that had nothing to do with the hole he was using.

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(artist: miyu)

Dehya had been watching from the doorway with open interest.

“My turn,” she said simply, already pushing her pants down.
“Used to take two or three at once back in the desert. Ass was usually the spare hole. Don’t hold back.”

Aether pulled out of Beidou, still hard, and gestured both women onto the bed. They went willingly — Beidou still twitching, Dehya settling on her hands and knees beside her. He took Dehya’s ass first, finding the same efficient rhythm, then worked a hand between Beidou’s legs and pushed three fingers into her already overflowing cunt. When both women were moaning in overlapping time he shifted, lined up, and began alternating: a few deep strokes into Dehya’s ass, then a smooth pull-out and an equally deep thrust into Beidou’s cunt, then back again. The dual sensation kept him fascinated; every switch offered a new contrast of heat and tightness.

Half an hour was all it took.

Dehya came first with a low, growling cry, collapsing forward onto her elbows. Beidou followed moments later, a second, weaker orgasm rippling through her while she was still full of his fingers. Aether finished in Dehya’s ass with a final series of heavy thrusts, flooding her, then pulled out and spent the last few pulses across both women’s lower backs for good measure. When he finally sat back the two of them remained exactly where he had left them — flushed, dripping, thoroughly double-used and completely out of commission for the next few hours.

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(artist: 1-A Dot)

He wiped his cock clean on a convenient scrap of sheet and made a quiet mental note.

Xilonen would want a full report. The Perfected Slit had never given him formal instruction on anal technique; everything just now had been improvisation filtered through existing knowledge. A correction session later would be useful. Possibly enjoyable.For the moment he left the two spent women tangled together on the mattress and stepped back out onto the open deck, white flames still burning steady, already wondering which hole — or which combination of holes — the rest of the pride would offer him before the sun went down.