Sexy Skyship Babes: Chapter Two (Patreon)

Roger wandered curiously around the cabin he’d been placed into. A rather nice cabin at that, one that could have only belonged to the captain of the vessel he was now on.

Ignoring its location, just aft of the main deck, the primary indicator of its owner’s importance was the gigantic four-poster bed sat against the far wall with a night table and a washbasin beside it. To the far right of it sat a rather simple writing desk and chair. Finally, at the center of the room sat a small dining table and accompanying stools, the wooden construct piled high with a number of rather expensive looking liquors.

“A little hypocritical, no?” he murmured, running a finger along the neck of a bottle.

It was clear that despite the rather scrappy persona she presented to the world, this ‘Leona’ was a woman who enjoyed her creature comforts. Indeed, for all that the Avernornian had accused his sister of largesse, her own quarters were far more opulent than those occupied by his sibling. If anything, the first thing he had noted upon seeing the captain’s quarters aboard the Arrogance was how spartan they were.

Chuckling to himself, he walked over to one of the nearby porthole windows and looked out just in time to see the first of the Arrogance’s life-gliders departing.

Hopefully laden with the surviving crew of the ship, the wooden craft dropped out from the belly of the vessel, freefalling for just a moment. Then the construct’s oversized wings spread out and the escape craft began to gently glide through the air toward the ocean below.

If the crew followed protocol, they would be steering the craft towards the nearest shipping lane, whereupon they would be picked up in fairly short order by the first vessel that happened to pass through the area.

Something he was sure would irritate the survivors to no end – to require rescue from a maritime vessel.

As he watched, more and more of craft fell from the ship until its complement was more or less depleted. Hopefully his headstrong older sister hadn’t done something ill-advised and was now aboard one of those craft, finally getting treatment for her wounded arm.

Medical science had come a long way over the last century – especially with standardization of healing magics – but the possibility of an infection out on the open ocean was still not an ailment to take lightly.

The continued existence of a variety of STIs amongst the lowest-strata of society was proof enough that magic was not a catchall-solution to disease. Never mind the ongoing societal malady that was man-pox.

Which brought his attention back to his own less than ideal circumstances – and not a moment too soon, for he had only just turned away from the porthole when the Misty Grave’s captain casually strolled into his – or perhaps he should say, her - quarters.

“Huh, with a normal guy I would have nothing to worry about, but after what you did to Triana…” She smiled. “Well, I half expected for you to try to brain me with a bottle or something when I stepped in.”

He shrugged. “I considered it, but it’s not like it would have helped me in any way. Even if I managed to disable you, I’d still have been stuck on a hostile ship hovering over open ocean.”

The woman nodded in acknowledgement as she absently kicked off her boots. “Well, I’m glad to see you understand the situation. You’re wiser than your sister at least.”

“She tried to escape then?”

“Oh yes,” she replied as she tugged off a pair of silk socks. “Which is why she’s now got a shiner over her right eye to match the one she gave my woman.”

For just a moment, Roger had to wonder if the captain meant that in the general sense or the biblical sense. A little bisexuality was after all, considered quite normal in this world. Outright lesbianism was considered a little odder, but not much moreso – least of all amongst sailors.

In many ways, it reminded him of the notion of a man being ‘prison gay’ back on Earth.

“But she made it to a life-glider in the end?” he confirmed.

“Concerned for her?” The woman raised an eyebrow as she stood back up, on her now bare feet. “Here I would have thought you’d be more worried about yourself.”

He sniffed lightly. “I can be both.”

“I suppose you can.” She chuckled. “Though you needn’t worry on the first account. Your sister was on one of those life-gliders you’d no doubt have glimpsed from the window.”

“Alive?” he prompted.

Perhaps it was pedantic of him, but if his days amongst the nobility of this world had taught him anything, it was to never take the vagaries of any given statement for granted.

The pirate captain rolled her eyes. “Yes, alive. And perhaps not quite well, she was spitting mad to hear my people tell it, but more or less intact.”

“Then you have my thanks,” he said, allowing himself to feel some small semblance of relief.

Just because his own experience with death and rebirth had left him somewhat inured to fearing it, that did not mean he was in any hurry to see his hidebound older sibling shuffle off her mortal coil.

He had many years left on this plane of existence after all, and he would miss her.

“You know,” Leona said, eying him oddly. “When I came in here, I was expecting to hear a great many words from you. Most of them angry. ‘Thanks’ certainly wasn’t one of them.”

Roger smiled thinly as he regarded the woman. “And why would that be? While you attacked my ship, shamed my sister and disrupted my own plans, we are at war. You did nothing more than my sister would have done to you were your situations reversed.”

He absently looked out the window to see the Arrogance being strung up in preparation for being towed – something that might actually present an opportunity some time down the line. Once his captor’s guards were lowered.

He turned his gaze back to the occupant of the cabin he was in. “This is as you might say, just business.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Leona smiled devilishly as she – not quite stalked – around the table toward him. “I rather enjoyed shaming your sister. She made things decidedly uncomfortable for me and a few of her ‘lessers’ back at the academy.”

Perhaps if he were another man, he might have felt rather trapped by the woman as she carefully traipsed towards him. Especially as her tone and posture turned distinctly… predatory.

“And I’m thinking I might enjoy doing something rather personal with her little brother too…”

As it was, Roger felt himself a rather different emotion stirring in his otherwise calm and ordered mindscape.

Lust.

After all, he had spent eighteen years without the intimate touch of a woman and despite himself  he was feeling rather pent up.

Which was why he found himself feeling a little disappointed as she extracted a rather familiar bit of parchment from her pocket instead of advancing. He recognized it; it was his list of suitors, something she must have taken from his sister’s cabin.

“I must say, your mother was certainly aiming high with you,” she said after a moment spent skimming the parchment. “You’ve got some powerful people on here. Both foreign and domestic.”

She glanced up at him, eyes considering. “Though looking at you, I can see why.”

Despite himself, Roger chuckled. “I clean up well.”

Or rather, he normally did. As it was, the buttons on his shirt were a lost cause. Quite literally. They were probably still rattling around on the Arrogance’s bridge from when Leona’s pirates had torn his shirt open. As a result, he was standing there with his bare torso exposed to the world.

Something that had clearly not escaped his captor’s notice for even a moment.

“I’d say.” There was a hunger blazing in the woman’s eyes as she said those words. Perhaps Roger might have wandered if this was what men looked like when gazing upon an attractive woman back on Earth, before he dismissed it as an unfair comparison.

Women over here were significantly more pent up than the average man on Earth.

Still, to her credit, she seemed to mentally shake her head after just a moment of unashamedly staring at his exposed skin. “It’s funny, if things were different, I might have been on this list – assuming your sister didn’t cut me off.”

Amusingly, that was the first thing the woman had said since entering the cabin that actually took the young man off guard.

“Really,” she continued, not quite pouting as she caught sight of his surprised expression. “The Montagues are a small but powerfully positioned house. Trade through the Green Bay Strait lives and dies at our discretion.”

Ah, a maritime trade route, Roger couldn’t help but note. Valuable, but lacking in any real prestige. Yes, he could see now why, amongst other reasons, his sister would look down on the woman across from him.

“Then why become a pirate?” he asked, genuinely curious, his lust momentarily forgotten.

Just like the trade routes from which her house derived wealth, Leona would garner no true prestige in her current role. Perhaps quite rightly, given that the majority of her attacks would likely be on lightly protected shipping rather than well-armed warships like the Arrogance.

“Privateer,” the Latina woman corrected instantly. “Which is essentially the same thing but in service to one’s country.”

She leaned back against one of the posts of her bed. “That’s actually how the Montague’s came to own the Sky Fort. Way back when men were a lot more common, my great-great-grandfather seized it in the Nine Penny Kings War. He was a mercenary at the time, but as a reward for his actions he was elevated to Avernorian nobility.”

The young woman smiled wistfully. “It’s been a bit of a tradition for our household ever since for at least one of the Montague daughters to spend time as a privateer.” She glanced over at him. “I’d like to think I’m doing a pretty good job of living up to my ancestor’s legacy.”

Roger couldn’t argue that. Her capture of the Arrogance was no small feat. While it had hardly been the jewel of any fleet, simply one ship amongst hundreds, it was a still a ship of the line. That the Avernorian had taken it through subterfuge, sabotage and surprise only made it more impressive in his eyes, not less.

“Still, you needn’t worry, I haven’t fully taken to the lifestyle.” She seemed almost regretful as she leaned back into a chair.

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean.” The woman poured herself a rather full glass of wine. “That as much fun as I’ve had dancing around the topic to see how you’d react, you’ll make it back to your sister ‘intact’.”

The words threw him for a loop. “You mean you aren’t going to…”

“Rape you?” She finished for him, bitterly taking a sip from her drink. “No. Nor any of my crew either.”

No.

This couldn’t be happening. Had he somehow managed to encounter the one pirate in the seven skies that actually was a gentlewoman? Not just some blackhearted rogue aping the look?

Unless this was a trick?

“You realize my reputation is already shot, right?” he said. “Even if I make it back to my sister without any kind of crotch-rot, they’ll just believe that you limited your affections to just you and your officers.”

And being nobility, it was expected that the ship’s officers would be clean. The aristocracy was rather good about self-policing that sort of thing.

They had to be given the lack of men.

“Perhaps, and you have my apologies for that. I can only hope that it shan’t harm your marriage prospects unduly.” The woman actually sounded genuine as she slipped into slightly more formal diction. “But you and I shall know the truth. I shall not besmirch my honor as a gentlewoman by forcing a man.”

No, this was definitely a ploy. Some manner of deception to woo the naïve young gentleman out of his trousers.

“And what if I wanted you to?” he asked, deciding to trip the trap himself.

Only to have his eyes widen in surprise as the thus far cool and collected pirate captain choked on her wine, coughing it all over her shirt.

“W-what?” she spluttered.

Oh god, she’d been serious.

“What did you just say?” she prompted, uncaring of the stains now forming on her shirt as she stared up at him.

“I said, what if I wanted you to… ravage me?” he met her gaze, impishly smiling.

It said a lot about how much the Avernorian woman had been holding back in the name of civility that she all but knocked her chair over in her haste to stand up. Striding over to him, she all-but threw him onto the bed. With surprising strength too.

"I knew all you Kingdom boys were just… satyrs under your prim and proper exteriors." She growled, animalistic hunger pervading her every move as she hastily stripped off her clothes. “I bet you couldn’t wait to get a taste of my superior Avernorian cunt.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong, in a manner of speaking. He really had been looking forward to this. And competence was certainly an appealing feature in anyone. More to the point, the view of her looming over him really was sublime as she carelessly tossed a pair of black panties onto the chair she’d just been using.

Her caramel skin gleamed under the glow of the mage-lights, svelte muscle shifting under her glossy brown skin. She actually had a cute little beauty spot, on the lower left side of her left nipple, just outside her dark brown areola. Panning up, he found her long raven black hair framed her face perfectly as it came down around her collarbone, contrasting perfectly with her olive-green eyes.

Eyes that practically smoldered with lust as she looked over at him.

“Get those pants off.”

He complied. Naturally. Though he had to resist the urge to smirk at the way the woman’s eyes widened as his erection sprang free.

“You really are a satyr. Getting this hard for me, knowing I’m going to fuck you after I kidnapped you.” His dick twitched at her words. “Oh, you like that?”

Well, he had to admit, there was a certain amount of appeal to the concept.

As she came forward, his muscles twitched beneath his skin as he felt Leona’s hands crawl slowly up his thighs, brushing against the base of his shaft. Her hand closed around his it, her touch soft despite her clear ardor.

"I’ll be gentle," she promised, some of her earlier chivalry making itself known for just a moment.

Roger momentarily considered telling her not to bother, before deciding against it. He was supposed to be playing a role after all, despite his earlier deviation. And besides, a little soft passionate loving could be fun too. Even if his libido was crying out for him to flip this bitch and go to town.

The Avernorian pressed her soft pouty lips to his collarbone, kissing her way up his neck with enthusiasm, stopping every now and then to intersperse a small lick, as if to savor the taste of his sweat on her palate. He let out a small intake of breath as she caught the lobe of his ear in her teeth, tugging gently at it.

It seemed that the pirate had not been lying about her earlier experience, she was… quite talented with those lips of hers. Though a part of him couldn’t help but wonder if it was simply a result of time and desire heightening the sensations on his part.

Powerful fingers wrapped around his shaft, her skin soft like velvet on his own. Yet her grip was so firm he could actually feel the blood pumping through his dick straining against the subtle pressure she was applying.

“So hard,” she whispered, possessively palming his cock.

He tried to thrust, to alleviate some of the yearning he was feeling, but she held him in place. Instead, she laughed, squeezing his erection just a tad more, the increased pressure sending pleasure tingling through the head of it.

She lowered herself against him, pert breasts  pressing warmly against his chest as she began to slowly pump her palm up and down his erection.

It was clear she intended to draw out the pleasure, luxuriate in her power over her ‘virgin’ conquest. He was inclined to let her. It felt incredible. Plus, the domineering look on her face as she bit her lower lip was incredibly sexy.

She began to pump her hand faster, and Roger found his hips rising to move in concert. He pushed up to meet her pumps and slowly he began to feel himself getting close.

“I’m going to…”

Rather than slow down though, the grinning Latina sped up, her breasts pillowing out as she looked down at him, her hard nipples dragging against his chest. She was enjoying it, drinking in his expression as her dexterous hand drove him to orgasm.

He couldn’t hold out. Didn’t even try to. He convulsed and grunted in her grip, waves of pleasure rushing through his core as he sprayed thick wads of cum onto his stomach. She watched it all, her hand delicately milking him for all he was worth.

“How was that?” She wiped her hand on the top of the sheets.

“Good,” he smiled back, floating on cloud nine.

“Great, because it’s my turn next,” she chirped.

She locked her lips with his. There was no delicacy to it, as her long dexterous tongue slipped into his mouth. She tasted of rum and honey. He did note the way she stiffened slightly as he kissed back with equal ardor, his own tongue move to entwine with hers.

When she was the one to finally break the kiss, it was to stare suspiciously down at him. “That was not your first kiss.”

He smirked up at her. “And if I said it was?”

She squinted, searching his face for any kind of deception. “Then you are even more of a natural satyr than I thought.”

He shrugged. “Perhaps I’m just overwhelmed by your Avernorian charm?”

He had meant it as a joke, but seeing the way the woman grinned wickedly, it seemed she hadn’t taken it that way. Then again, Avernorian’s were effectively the Spanish of this world, and the fiery Latin (or rather Latina) lover was a mainstay of men’s romantic fiction.

So he supposed it wasn’t too surprising that the woman had bought into her own people’s hype.

“Well, far be it from me to deny a Kingdom buck the full Avernorian experience.” Before the woman had even finished her sentence, Roger felt a hand on his head pushing him down towards her cleavage. “Though do not blame me if you are ruined for your prudish Kingdom women afterwards.”

That was not an entirely implausible possibility. After all, the bedroom scene of the Kingdom had all the hallmarks of Victorian era (and beyond) ‘lying back and thinking of England’.

That was a hypothetical issue for another day though, as he found himself pressed into the pirate’s ample cleavage. While hardly the biggest in the world, they were a pleasant handful, and more than enough to play with as his hands sank into them.

Of course, he couldn’t linger long. The hand from above kept pushing gently but firmly down on him. As a result, he had to say adieu to the two heaving mounds, as he kissed down her sweat slick stomach. He traced the contours of her abdominals with his lips as he drifted down past her navel, until he reached the surprisingly tidy fuzz of her bush.

Part of him had been a little worried that women would imitate the grooming standards of men back on Earth where there downstairs personal grooming was concerned, but it seemed he’d been worried for naught.

Not that he had anything against a nice collection of fuzz, but it would make what the woman clearly wanted next a bit messier.

"You know what I want, Kingdom boy, put those sexy little lips to work," Leona grunted. “I beat your sister, stole her ship, and now I’m about to have her sexy little brother tongue my cunt.”

Roger frowned a little at the woman’s words, but he nonetheless got to work. Ideally his sister would never find out he’d fucked her academy punching bag – because while he loved her in his own way, he knew what she was where those beneath her station were concerned. Which was why he was going to let Leona indulge her little fantasy.

For now.

As he dipped between her thighs at last, he couldn’t help but note that the musk there was almost overwhelming. A combination of the leather from her pants, sweat from her exertions and excitement from what was happening. Fortunately, the strong odor was just this side of exciting rather than overwhelming.

He pressed closer, breathing it in as he felt the smooth skin of the pirate’s inner thighs brush against his cheeks. The thick lips of her cunt were engorged with arousal and thick with the residue of her excitement. Her clitoris was practically throbbing with excitement. Smiling, he pressed the tip of his tongue gingerly against her burning vulva, tasting her for the first time.

“Guh.” She shuddered at the touch.

It had been a while, but in many ways cunnilingus was like riding a bike. Or at least, that was what he told himself as he dragged his tongue across the folds of her womanhood, making sure not to ignore her clitoris, all the while enjoying the way she writhed and shuddered in response to his ministrations.

"Yeah, that’s it. You really are a satyr. I’m half tempted to- eeek," Her voice became a high pitched squeal as he pinched her clitoris between his teeth and his tongue, squeezing it lightly.

At the same time, he thrust his fingers into her, setting a steady pace as he felt her muscles wrap tightly around the questing digits. Time passed like that for a time, until he felt the telltale quaking of an orgasm building within her.

“Oh gods,” she hissed finally.

Roger merely redoubled his efforts, milking her orgasm from her in much the same way she’d done to him. She arced her back as it ripped through her, proud breasts pointing high into the air as the muscles in her legs tensed.

When she came back down, she was heaving for breath, a fresh layer of sweat making her raven locks stick to her face.

"Gods above,” she muttered, mostly to herself.

Then she straightened up, eyes blazing with lust as her powerful legs wrapped around him, rolling him onto his back so she was once more straddling him. This time though, rather than sitting on his stomach, she was significantly lower. Her swollen pussy lips actually dripped droplets of her warm juices onto his aching cock as the two hovered just inches from the other.

Roger was merely enjoying the view. Leona looked like a sex goddess as she loomed over him. Her hips were tapered to give her an hourglass figure, while her lean abdominals gleamed beneath the mage-lights. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest, unsupported, yet rising and falling in time with the pirate’s ragged anticipatory breaths as she positioned his head against her entrance.

“I’m about to pop your groomhead, boy,” the woman hissed, clearly relishing the prospect. “I hope you’re ready, because after this you’re cock will want for nothing but slick Avernorian pussy.”

Roger just shrugged. “Do your worst."

She dropped.

The pair loosed a primal gasp of pleasure as the pillowy walls of her tunnel engulfed his length completely. She’d taken him to the base, and now her satin walls were gripping him like a thing possessed. It was hot, wet and oh-so tight. He could feel the softness of her ass pressing down on his pelvis, as her powerful palm rested on his chest.

“That’s the stuff,” she muttered before rolling her hips tentatively, feeling the way his stiff member pressed against her inner walls. “That hot Kingdom dick.”

Roger groaned as she began grinding against him, slowly slipping into a deliberate rhythm. Everytime her powerful things lifted her off him, the suction of her wet insides pulled at his member enticingly. Then she’d slam down again, her brown ass slapping against his pale hips.

If she truly had thought him to be a virgin, Leona was showing no mercy as she set a punishing pace, mercilessly pounding into him with her powerful thrusts. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips to whet them, a sultry expression on her face as her green eyes took in his every pleasured twitch as her tight cunt drove him to distraction.

"I want to see your expression when you come inside me," she hissed.

Roger was happy to oblige. He let loose, exploding inside her as she drew his climax out of him. Which in turn seemed to set off her. Her hands came down like eagles talons, pinning his wrists in place as he writhed beneath her. He was trapped inside her, every jet of his hot cum splashing against her hungry insides as she savored the primal sensation of it flooding her depths.

Finally, she collapsed, her breasts once more pillowing against his chest as she collapsed atop him, each of them taking deep ragged gulps of air. Each of them basked in the afterglow of their coupling, steam wafting off their heated bodies.

“Not bad, eh?” the woman finally said.

“Not bad at all,” Roger confirmed, before sitting up, forcing the pirate to do the same. “But now I’m wondering if you guys have a shower?”

He was feeling a little sticky.

“We do,” the woman confirmed.

“I’m thinking that I could do with one after a day like today.”

Gathering herself, the woman stood up, unconcerned for her nakedness. “Well, I’d be happy to have one of my more trusted girls guide you to them.”

Roger smiled, looking up at her. “Oh? I was rather hoping you’d be willing to join me.”

The captain stared for just a moment, before a wide smile split her features. “Hmmm, it seems I really have turned a chaste young master into a sex loving satyr with just a taste of my pirate pussy.”

Roger just smiled, neither confirming or denying.

It was after all, in his best interests for his captor to think that he was besotted with her cunt.

…Though he would admit, that was at least partially true.

The key difference was that the young man had design’s on more than just her private parts. Now that he’d officially passed the point of no return…

Well, the buffet was open.