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As he often did, Jaqard looked forward to the opportunity to make landfall, to free himself of the beloved confines of his ship and temporarily escape the miasma of male musk and scents that hung around himself and his crew. Perhaps more importantly, it was a chance to find himself a lovely lady to spend an evening with. Oh, there was a convenient practical side to docking for a few days - to resupply his vessel's stocks with food and fresh drinking water - but Jaqard felt the cabin fever, and he knew for a fact that much of his crew felt the same way. Though Jaqard was ever the portrait of a calm, smooth leader, even he felt an almost childlike giddiness deep in his soul when he saw the lights of the island over the horizon. This rare island had the distinction of being both friendly to pirates - so long as they could resist the urge to plunder - and relatively safe in night or day.

Despite his mighty desire to temporarily rid himself of the responsibilites of his seafaring life, to look at Jaqard as he commanded his trusted crewmen was to see him completely in control. For all his wishes, he was the last man to leave the ship once they'd dropped anchor and been moored to the dock, but he made it off of the vessel nevertheless. The familiar scents of the sea and of masculinity hung heavily around the docks, but he began to feel revitalized already, and when he stepped from the wooden planks of the dock to the cobblestone of the street and filled his lungs with cool, clear air, he at last let loose with a sigh that, in its' own way, healed his tired soul. As he began his walk into the seaside town, he glanced back at his vessel with the eye of a concerned parent, though he knew she'd be safe in the hands of his hand-picked skeleton crew.

In truth, that little island town wasn't nearly as sordid as the places Jaqard and his men tended to haunt after months at sea; though he couldn't speak for his crew, the fox actually enjoyed the quiet pace, although in a darker, seedier part of his conscience, he had begun to wonder just where he might get his paws on an example of female companionship. Of course, he'd never had a problem with ladies or men, and so he decided to put this concern to rest, if only for the time being. Those desires would be satiated in time, so he chose to worry about other things he couldn't get on his vessel. Most prominently, decent food; roasts, hams, birds, fresh vegetables, things that didn't do well when stored in the belly of a seafaring vessel.

Walking along the surprisingly quiet main drag of the town, the fiery orb of the sun lazily setting over the horizon, Jaqard chose to rely upon his keen nose to find him a resturaunt fit for a king of men - or a dashing pirate captain, as was the case for him. Quite soon, he found himself chasing down the enticing aroma of skillfully cooked and seasoned meat, a trail of scents that deposited him at the invitingly open treshold of a mixed establishment; the signage was neglected and illegible, but he knew from the smells alone that food awaited him inside. After he passed through - and once his eyes adjusted from the gloom outside to the bright lanterns within - Jaqard came to see that he had entered an inn, and though a soft bed wasn't in his immediate concerns, it closely followed a belly full of food and a satisfied libido. He quietly took a seat at an empty table, and had just loosened a jingling satchel of coins from his hip when a wench came to his side. "A wonderful evening to you, handsome sir," she cooed in compliment to the tod, drawing his intent gaze in a smooth canting of his head.

Jaqard thought to respond in kind, yet he was taken aback by the wench's beauty, not to mention her figure. She was at least a foot in excess of his own height, and though Jaqard tended to woo ladies beneath his own head, he could picture himself making an exception for this lovely female. So clearly a wolf, the fur that adorned her tall body was a shade darker than the blackest night sky Jaqard had ever seen, and this contrast only made her shining, white teeth - all straight, not a single one absent - all the more prominent when she smiled, in much the same way that her orange pupils seemed to glow like fiery beacons. What Jaqard was most taken aback by, however, was the beauty's musculature; at once, he knew he was gazing at the most colossally muscular woman he'd ever laid eyes on, yet this particular lady had an elegance to her chiseled form, and Jaqard found himself tongue-tied for a true second - for a smooth creature like that tod, it was an eternity. "A wonderful evening, indeed," said Jaqard in a voice that was nearly a sultry purr, his expression quite calm, yet playfully marred with a grin. "And one made all the better by the company of such a beautiful lady as yourself." Though the wench smiled, she was coy. "Do you know what would make this evening even better than that?" asked the wolfess, bending down to bring her face closer to Jaqard's own - this angling of her body gave the pirate an uninhibited view down into the cavernous depths of her cleavage, a mouthwatering gap made by two breasts so enormous that they appeared quite normal, even modest on a girl of her size, but were truly of a size beyond measure. "Mmm, and what might that be?" Jaqard queried, unabashedly speaking to the wolfess' cleavage. She lifted his chin with a large paw, gently forcing him to look her in the eyes. "If you ordered dinner, and ceased your lewd thoughts," she said, punctuating her words with a wink.

Though his hopes of having a bite of that lovely, black specimen of muscle and definition had been dashed, Jaqard was more than happy to sink his teeth into a hot roast and an accompanying stew instead. For a creature of such a well-exercised figure, Jaqard had the appetite of three men after being at sea and at a loss for palatable food for so long, and so he felt no shame in filling his stomach the way he did. Every now and again, he would request a fresh drink - red wine, truly a gentleman's choice - and a new bowl of stew as he gradually worked his way through the roast. Each time he asked for service, that beautiful wolfess with the unstoppable muscles would bring him what he desired and do away with sullied dishes - any number of wenches were on task around the restaurant, yet she seemed to gravitate to Jaqard. And indeed, the vulpine could see a lust in her eyes whenever she came near, even if she chose to play hard-to-get. When the pirate at last finished his meal, he wiped his mouth with a cloth provided - an unnecessary gesture, for Jaqard was, by no means, a slovenly creature - called for the wench once more, and then set about digging out payment for his food. On top of that tall bill, he also dispensed with a very generous tip for the wolf, one she took graciously and with another one of her famously coy smiles. "Lovely creature," cooed Jaqard, slanted back in his chair to rest his full stomach, "would I offend you to ask your name?" Gathering up the plates, platters, bowls and goblets Jaqard had made use of, the wolf winked his way, just briefly extinguishing one of those gorgeous, orange fires that burned in her eyes. "I'll tell you my name," she said in a hushed, confidential tone, effortlessly hefting the many pounds of dirty dishes, "after my work shift ends in a mere ten minutes. Heading up those stairs," she paused, nodding off in the direction of them, "you'll find my room immediately to the left." Jaqard watched her simply divine hips as she walked off, never looking back; licking his lips, he sighed. With one part of his body satisfied, it was time to attend to another...

With a smile that did nothing to mask his intentions, Jaqard hurried up the stairs and disappeared into the room to his left. The den he stepped into was dark, but with his keen eyes, he could see fairly well. Making out the shape of the bed, one so enormous as to comfortably fit the wench he awaited, he sat down at its' edge and waited patiently. Moments later, the wolfess stepped through wielding a candle, one she used to light a latern that hung at the center of the room - Jaqard would've had to leap to reach it, but she merely reached up to it. With the fickle light of a fire dancing in the room, she turned her eyes on Jaqard and smiled in a nearly devilish manner, finding her expression mirrored verbatim on the tod's own features. "Now may I ask your name, lovely?" asked Jaqard, leaning back, supporting himself with his paws. The wolfess snuffed the candle and set it aside, then reached up around her neck. She untied the sullied apron that adorned her body, and beneath it was a rather dull dress, so low-cut that it could barely contain her bust. Indeed, the fox could see the telltale pink of one of her pert nipples through that vertical gap, but the finer points of her form were not left to his imagination for long. She shed that dress just as easily as the apron, and in a moment that seemed almost anticlimactic, she was entirely nude before Jaqard, just as astonishingly muscular as before, but still an incredible specimen of female beauty that saw the fox lick his lips in a tantilizing way. "My name," she began, moving to stand before him, resting one colossal paw on his shoulder, slowly bending the other arm into a flex that saw the flesh ripple, "is Mint." She grinned and teased up beneath his chin with a finger, though his eyes were fixated on the spectacle of her flexing, bulging bicep; the sight of such hard sinew beneath a beautiful black coat saw him lick his lips with obvious lewd intentions, and he was allowed a brief grope upon her arm before she relaxed it. "And you, if I'm not mistaken," she said, interrupting his almost trance-like arousal, "are Jaqard duSang. Oh, I'd heard tales of a dashing vulpine pirate of the seas, but to think he'd really be so handsome as his reputation says," she mused, leaning down to plant a kiss between his eyes, one that saw his eyes flinch closed for but a moment.

"To think my reputation would precede me on such a small island," Jaqard said, a small chuckle in the undertones of his otherwise smooth voice. He raised his paws to Mint's shapely hips as he spoke, and there he squeezed, savoring the feel of such a thick, breedable pelvis in his gloved paws. "The greatest economy of all isn't doubloons or food or spice, duSang," said the wolfess, gently stroking down the back of the tod's skull, "it's information, and as you can see, information has proven useful to me in getting what I wanted - you." She grinned down at Jaqard, though he responded only with a coy smile of his own, and shortly after, he planted a few shallow, yet reverant kisses along the chiseled wall of her stomach, down towards the inticing warmth and scent of her snatch. With his tender nose so close to those folds, he hungrily partook of a few great whiffs of her scent, and then he dragged his tongue over her folds again and again. Before he began, he'd thought to respond to her with some witticism, but once he started to lick, to taste that tender, finely-furred female flesh, Jaqard cared not if he ever uttered a coherant word again. He lapped not only across, but between the lips of Mint's cunt, savoring the taste of her modest juices and pink flesh, another contrast to her pitch-black fur. Though she had an air of casual demeanor about her, Mint began to shiver and moan, and at much the same time, she asserted herself upon Jaqard with greater authority. She clutched the back of his head with both paws, tangling her fingers in the black mane of his hair, tugging absently when the urge struck her. Though these tugs upon his scalp caused him to wince, Jaqard took the discomfort in stride - though he wasn't a masochist by any means, he found that Mint was as fine a woman as any to submit to.

"You're very good with that tongue," Mint said with a literal growl, gazing down at Jaqard's head with half-lidded eyes and a tiny smile on her lips. Behind her, her tail swished in a slow, content wag, and her pussy grew yet more damp and hot with every one of Jaqard's laps. It was impossible to tell where the vulpine's slobber ended and her juices began, but neither the wolf nor the fox minded this. Daring to defy Mint's urges, Jaqard pulled back and planted a kiss on her clit, then nuzzled contently into her stomach, momentarily causing her stunningly defined abs to tense. "You're a creature of beauty beyond words, Mint," he cooed, releasing her hips in favor of simply hugging himself close to her. She couldn't help but grin at his lazily reverant compliment, and she rested a single paw on the back of his head, which she used to stroke through his hair and behind his ears, a tender spot on most canines; Jaqard was no exception, for he soon rumbled with an affectionate growl. Though this puppy-like pleasure from such a respected and feared pirate amused Mint, she wanted more from the fox, and so she removed his arms from her waist and straddled him. She pressed her dampened cunt down against the struggling fabric of the groin of his trousers, a pleasurable weight that coaxed a hissing moan from Jaqard's lips. Reeling from this pressure, he laid back, and Mint in turn leaned over him, putting her paws on either side of him, grinning down at his prone face. "I'm almost disappointed," she huffed, planting a kiss upon his cheek, "I'd been told that you were a ladies' man, and that to see you beneath a woman was to see Hell itself encased in frost." Jaqard met her challenging grin with an indifferent shrug, and he quite contently reached up to lay his gloved fingers upon the round, full flesh of her breasts, where he stroked, teased and pleased the wolf. "I'm no more domineering than the next man. I simply take control if the mood strikes me, and if the woman can't kill me with her bare hands," he said with a cheeky smile, pressing his palms into her breasts. Mint acknowledged him with a shuddering moan, and then a chuckle.

Mint had an air of impatience and sexual urgency, though she seemed to harbor a desire to tease Jaqard, a goal which saw her ignoring the urge to free his cock, instead grinding into him for all she was worth. For all the rumors that had passed from port to port and eventually to her ears, not once did the beauty of a wolf hear a single word of the kind of lady killer that Jaqard smuggled in his trousers, yet the bulge she felt - and saw, on the one occasion she glanced downwards - was a damn sight more impressive than most men who were lucky enough to have her. Secretly something of a size queen, Jaqard's endowment came as a relief and a naughty pleasure to her. Subconsciously rewarding the dashing pirate for his size, Mint pressed her lips to his own in a possessive kiss, one in which she took absolute control. She lapped along the length of his gums and across his palate, yet left his tongue largely neglected, knowing full well that it was the most tender thing in his maw. Her continued teasing was not lost on the sharp vulpine, but he accepted her game; it only made what he wanted all the more vivid. Unhanding her delicious bosom, he slid his paws down her flanks and let them come to rest on her behind, another hard, unbelievably defined surface that the tod's gloved paws found themselves at home on. Though he made no effort to explore between those taut cheeks - for the warmth of a snug behind was something easily attained aboard his ship - both he and Mint savored the touch. The wolfess' flag of a tail wagged more and more intently, and she only lapped deeper and harder at the furthest reaches of his maw.

Jaqard knew he sullied his trousers with a considerable amount of pre, but the moisture he felt was owed to Mint's arousal, not his. Meekly breaking free of the kiss, he afterwards chained a few fond kisses down her chin, then smiled, meeting her ravenously hungry eyes with a sympathetic look. "It seems you want something," said the pirate, brushing a few raven locks of hair from the torchlight beacons of her eyes, "so why not take it?" Mint needed no coaxing, and she was entirely through teasing the fox - her pleasure came now, and his own pleasure was simply a casualty of her libido. Pivoting on a knee, she knelt at his side and undid his trousers without sensuality or care, and she slid them down, forcing them to bunch up with his leggings - it would be a hassle to straighten out later on, but Jaqard cared not. His canine penis sprung free of the oppressive fabric, its' base swollen with a meaty knot, the entirety of the flesh throbbing in outspoken arousal. Precum drooled from its' tip, and though Mint licked her lips, intent on tasting that mighty cock, she feared that her cunt wouldn't forgive her if she deprived it for a second more. Moving once more to straddle the pirate, Mint slammed herself down with an impassioned cry, though Jaqard gasped and grunted in a way to match. The wolfess began bouncing with all her might - truly a force to behold, one which saw the bed creak and groan uneasily - though Jaqard savored her great weight with a lazy, dulled grin. Pulling off his gloves, tossing them aside, he set about caressing the beauty's form, loving those muscles even more as she exerted much of her strength. Though the true show was in her legs as they bounced her heavy body, flexing and tensing in a mouth-watering display of muscular perfection, her entire body seemed to ripple even at an idle - though as quickly as she impaled herself on the fox again and again, this was a difficult sight to truly appreciate.

Jaqard doted upon the more easily tracable muscles that bulged in her thighs, though his reverant fingers did, occasionally, trail along the creases of her washboard stomach. Despite being truly mesmerized by the sight of her musculature, he was also quite interested in her full, jiggling breasts, the pink, stiffened nipples poking through the fur in beautifully erotic contrast, in much the same way as her eyes and teeth were so apparent. So involved in studying and tracing Mint's body was the pirate, however, that he hardly realized he'd begun to pant and ineffectually buck up into the wolfess' cunt as it swallowed his knotted cock over and over. Ineffectual were his thrusts because he simply couldn't match her pace; Jaqard didn't think even a kangaroo could bounce quite as adeptly as Mint. Though that cunt was delicious to taste and soft upon his tongue and lips, to feel that divine pink squeezing and molesting his tingling, throbbing cock as it continually spurted and drooled its' viscous, slippery slime was a pleasure that had even him at a loss for composure. "Ooh, Mint," he grunted through gritted teeth, his jowls pulled into an involuntary grimace, one that spoke volumes of his pleasure, "I'd cast my crew and vessel to an early grave simply to feel that fine pussy but one more time." Clenching his eyes shut, he knew those words to be true, if only for the time being - and soon, a climax wracked his pent-up form. Squeezing down upon Mint's hips, letting loose with a muffled cry of pleasure, the handsome tod spilled the intensely fertile seed of his loins, filling Mint's womb with a potent, yet ultimately mismatched load, one delivered purely for pleasure, not business. Feeling Jaqard's mess entering her, Mint brought her hips down with all of her might, her cunt swallowing his knotted shaft entirely, so much so that not a trace of it remained in sight - the furred flesh of her cunt pressed flush to the fluff of his sheath, and that was that. She cried out with an orgasm of her own, but one a thousand times more intense than Jaqard; the tod briefly envied her, though not when her pussy began to spasm and haphazardly clench. With her body rendered motionless and her juices splattering his genitalia, Jaqard was free to admire her form. No crevice or crease of pulsing muscle was free from his molestation, but his admiration was cut short, for she leaned over him, pressed her lips to his, and then laid atop his form.

"Mmm, and Jaqard," Mint said, cooing the words into one of the tod's perked ears, "you need not damn your vessel and your men for my sake." They shared a coy smile - Mint ended hers with a wink. "You simply need to ask nicely."