Yeah. Yes

You could bring this matter up with your commander, perhaps have her held under special conditions. You could. But...what good would that do really? The surprising revelation has caused a flash of heat across your body, and a twinge in your heart and loins both. You look around suspiciously, paranoid that somebody may be watching, then lock the door to the prison. You return to the pirate's cell, where she sits grinning widely, happy with her victory. You quickly unlock the cell, and your belt even quicker. The pirate girl pulls up her shirt, revealing her alabaster skin and her small breasts and perky, light pink nipples. You grab her shoulders and pull her face to you hungrily, but before you can get to her mouth she puts a finger to your lips.

"It is not love" she says with a smirk. A bit put off by the rebuff, you finish undressing, then move to pull her pants down. She is completely naked underneath, only a red curly bush remaining between her thighs. She lays down on the almost nonexistent straw bed and spreads he legs willingly, giving you a "come hither look".

Well, it has been a while, so you're already throbbing. You pounce on her aggressively, and ready yourself to enter. The Englishwoman seems very nonchalant, and you thrust into her babymaker. You both groan with the first deep stroke into her wet pussy, but you recover first. Quickly you adapt to a tempo, pumping quickly and deeply into the gap between her thin legs. She wraps herself around your waist, pulling you into her tightly. Your hands alternate, mauling the soft white flesh of her petite breasts as you breed her animalistically. You continue to take her hard and fast, intent solely on fulfilling her get out of "jail free" wish. You relish the feeling of her warm softness around you, a thing hard to find in the rugged, mostly male colony. As your balls start to ache for release, you lock eyes with the English girl. She nods at you approvingly, and having been given the signal you gladly stop holding yourself back.

Trying to contain yourself to avoid capture, you stifle your moan as you release multiple powerful jets of your essence into her ginger twat. Her legs tighten even further around you, preventing escape at the height of the pleasure-pain of orgasm. The tightness in your chest dissipates, and relief takes its place. The act is finished.