Aura, Pirates, and Sharks 3 (Patreon)

Sorry for my lack of publishing anything this last week, came down with a cold that's been making the rounds in my area, but here's a new chap.

<<COBY RYSN>>

I was no stranger to sex. I’d lost my virginity when I was thirteen and had been fucking Coral at least once almost every day for the last four years, but what skill and experience I had was obviously a pittance compared to what this woman had. The way she rolled her hips, and the way her core rippled and massaged me had me close to erupting after less than a minute.

My ‘partner’ in this primal dance let out a throaty chuckle, “I am impressed…hah… the last time I deigned to lay with a man…mmm… he didn’t last half as long.”

Through gritted teeth (and biting the inside of my cheek) I said, “I’d be a poor lover if I came just like that.”

Her passage clamped down on my length, and I hissed with the effort of holding back. This woman was sexuality incarnate, every part of her oozed with a dark femininity, something that would cause kingdoms to tear themselves apart if she chose to speak the right word in the right ears.

“Stop fighting,” she chided, as she settled against my hips, the tip of my cock kissing the entrance to her womb. “You’ve already lasted twice as long as my husband ever did. Go ahead, give your Mistress your cum.”

Just the words alone wouldn’t have been enough for me to lose my tight grip on my orgasm. But the way she ground her hips into mine, paired with reaching up to pull part of her dress aside, exposing one of her pale, full breasts capped with a firm, pebbly nipple, that did it. My hands flew to her hips, doing my best to press myself as deep into her womanhood as was physically possible. With a groan, I unleashed a flood of my seed into her, utterly painting the inside of her womb white.

Even as I shot jet after jet into her, the Queen of the Grimm had a calm, amused smirk on her face, as if our coupling were an idle amusement. It stung at my pride, but to be honest I was just happy that I wasn’t going to be fed to a Grimm.

“Hmm… I see your stamina isn’t the only thing impressive about you,” she mused as she tucked her breast back into her dress and climbed off me. Straightening the rest of her dress, she gazed down at me, an amused and satisfied smirk on her face, “I look forward to seeing what you discover with your magic. Cinder Fall will provide you with more information about how your fleet will proceed with my plans.”

“Right,” I said with a touch of hesitation, sitting up and looking around the room. “Where might my clothes be? I’d rather not leave with everything hanging free.” She chuckled, gesturing with a hand, and my clothes appeared in front of me with a cloud of smoke. Grabbing my boxers off the top, I slipped them on while saying, “Much appreciated.”

As the woman disappeared in a cloud of smoke, I began plotting. Step one, meet with Cinder. Step two, figure out how to become powerful enough to slip that bitch’s shackles off. Step three, do so. All without getting myself, Levi, Coral, or my kid dead or worse.

“Sounds so easy like that,” I muttered.

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“The prodigal son returns, alive and whole,” the black haired woman I’d met drawled as I entered the banquet room where I’d gotten my ass kicked. My response was cut off by a blue and white haired missile slamming into my torso, Levi’s arms wrapping around me and her tears soaking into my vest. Returning the hug, I ran a hand over my sister’s hair before turning my gaze to the woman I now knew was Cinder.

“Is that a touch of concern I hear?” I teased, giving a rakish smirk. “Glad to hear I made such an impression.”

She rolled her eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself. I am simply pleased that I will be working with someone more agreeable than your mindless brute of a father.”

“Don’t be so insulting to mindless brutes,” I immediately shot back, prompting a short, choked laugh from Levi. Levi’s tail pressed against my back, the cool scales and tip of the fin pressing against the bottom of the shark-like dorsal fin on my own back. “I’m given to understand I’ll be working with you now?”

“Indeed,” Cinder said, idly picking up a wine glass and swirling the deep red liquid within. “I have other contacts procuring every possible supply of Dust in Vale. Your fleet will do the same for shipments coming in by sea.”

“I presume Torchwick are your primary movers and holders?” I asked as I sat down, Levi sitting close but still allowing me to do so.

“Correct, will that be a problem?”

I gave a light chuckle, “Hardly. But you should know, after my disappointing showing against the Bastard last night, I’ve decided to enroll in a Huntsman Academy. With the focus on Vale, it makes Beacon the most suitable one. Which reminds me, thank you for saving my fins, Levi.”

My twin sister just smiled at me, though her eyes held a look of concern behind her relief at my continued survival and gratitude at my words. “If you’ll be at Beacon, what’s that mean for me?”

I blinked, a little surprised, but I suppose it would be better to say out loud what I’d thought was obvious, “You’ll be the go between, passing on what I need to know about the fleet to me and any further marching orders from me to the fleet. Anything more specific can wait until we’ve actually gotten back to the flagship.”

I wasn’t going to say anything yet, but I knew for damn sure that Coral would be moving into Vale. It would be one thing keeping her on the ship and keeping the men from “partaking” in her if I was physically there captaining, but I didn’t trust them to keep their hands to themselves if I was away in Beacon. At the same time, Coral was blind and I wanted her kept safe… I knew just the crew member to both help her and could be trusted not to get any bright ideas.

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“Welcome to your new home, my dear,” I told Coral as I led her into the house I’d purchased for her on the edge of Vale. Beacon’s next semester began in a month, and I’d made arrangements with the fleet for both that time frame and the semester itself. For now, my focus would be on getting a presence firmly established in Vale proper and studying up on the whos who that I needed to know as Admiral of the Black Fleet.

“It feels strange, being on land,” Coral mused as she held my arm in hers. If the way she held it just so happened to result in pressing it between her breasts, well, I certainly wasn’t going to complain. It also gave me something to focus on besides the fact that, well, Coral had never been on dry land.

Oh the woman she was, when my father raided the ship she was being held prisoner on; that woman had almost certainly been on dry land. But with how thoroughly my father had broken that woman, to the point that she’d shut down, barely responding even to food being placed in her mouth, even with the literal years I’d spent building her back up, for all intents and purposes that woman was dead. The woman who could kill a dozen pirates, even having lost her eyes so recently they had barely scabbed over, was replaced by a warm, matronly woman who was more excited by her pending motherhood than I’d ever seen anyone.

“Oi, Arc,” I called back through the open door, “Hurry it up with the luggage.”

There was a muffled crash, along with Levi’s giggles, before the blonde man my own age came in with an armful of boxes. I still had no idea how he’d ended up as a cabin boy, but he’d done well enough after having his Aura awakened. The fact that he’d become insanely protective of Coral, along with his Semblance, made him the only real pick to keep Coral company and protected while I was in Beacon.

Levi followed Arc inside, with her own armload of boxes that she set on the kitchen counter. Pulling some papers out of the top box, she handed them to me and said, “Dossiers on the major figures that have caused the fleet trouble. Why don’t you read up on them?”

“I can help unpa-” I began, only for Coral to slip out from under my arm and push me towards Levi.

“No, I want to surprise you with the layout. You go and study, Levi and Jaune can do the heavy lifting,” the woman said with a smile. A smile that soon turned mischievous, “Maybe see if you can find a cute thing to join us before you go to Beacon.”

I chuckled and shook my head, amused. Coral was hornier than I was a times, but I suppose with how big a part sex had played in building up her mind it was to be expected. Still, I checked the box Levi had pulled the dossiers out of and, seeing that there were more in it, took the box with me as I left the house to find a place I could work.

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Most people wouldn’t go to a club for “peace and quiet”, but honestly I found the pulsing music and the blend of voices mixed together to create a white noise that helped me focus. Plus, it was a place that let me meet up with a certain fence of yours without needing to put up with the worst of his… himness.

“Neo’s going to be disappointed,” Roman Torchwick said with a bit of a drawl as he sat down across from me. “And I must say, odd that you asked for a meet here, instead of our usual arrangements. Need a place to lay low?”

“Hardly,” I responded, taking a sip of my drink. “Blackfin’s dead. I’m in charge of the fleet now.”

Torchwick blinked, and I could see the wheels turning behind his eyes, “Is that so? You’ll forgive me if I don’t take you at your word. Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had quite a healthy work relationship, but…”

“Trust but verify, I know,” I responded, as one of the Malachite girls brought out Torchwick’s drink. “More than that, we now have a mutual friend.”

“We have several mutual friends, comes with the business,” Torchwick shot back, but his eyes were now guarded, wondering who specifically I was talking about.

“Black hair, gold eyes, fondness for red dresses,” I listed off, and I saw the recognition in Torchwick.

“Oh, her,” he mused quietly. A flash of color caught my eye, and my gaze turned to a blonde girl entering the club.

“Might want to continue this conversation another time,” I said, as my eyes went from the girl to the picture pinned to the dossier I was reading. Age was wrong, hair was the wrong color, but the girl was otherwise a near perfect match. Torchwich didn’t need any more prompting, slipping away as I stood up and made my way over to the bar as the girl took a seat.

“Strawberry Sunrise, no ice. Oh, and one of those little umbrellas,” I heard her order, as Junior, the owner of the club, turned to look at her.

“Aren’t you a little young to be in this club, Blondie?” he asked.

The girl let out a laugh, “Aren’t you a little old to have a name like Junior?”

“Are you familiar with the name Branwen?” I cut in, drawing the attention of both.

I gave Junior a glance and slight nod of my head, and he took the out, while the girl looked at me in surprise. Holding up the photo again, I compared it to the blonde before me. Yup, definitely a relative.