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Chapter 1

Bright sunlight nearly blinded me as I stepped out onto the quarterdeck of The Shameless. New clothes, new ship, new me, and now I was ready to face the world as Captain Lexi. The tight black leathers hugged my chest and hips as I moved towards the ladder to climb down to the dock. Standing there, I looked out over the shipyard of Mormir's Rest.

Seagulls barked out their hunger above me, flying over the dozen or so ships tied to the docks. The Shameless, I noted, was the second largest ship there. Another large galleon was tied off at the far end. I knew that it was the Governor's ship, Mormir's Hammer. Even though it was bigger, it was nowhere near as well maintained. Smirking, I turned my head, looking over the rest of the dilapidated town.

Once again I felt the swell of gratitude to Rom. The God of Lust had spared me from a miserable life here. My parents were both dead, and despite learning to read and write, no one would hire a homeless orphan. I had put all my hopes and dreams into the Blessing Ritual, but the twenty-one year wait had been worth it. Now, I had been given a magical ship, and unknown powers of my own. For the first time in my life, I was eager for the dawn.

Examining the town, I thought about the future, such as what kind of crew I would have. The world of Falnor was full of all kinds of sentient creatures and the town of Mormir's Rest was no different. From snake people to horsefolk, all of them lived and worked together. Some of them were more friendly than others, but most of us existed in harmony. Though lately, with all these years of the Gods being absent, old rivalries had been resurfacing. I knew my crew would be a mix of different creatures, each would provide their own unique talents. Holding them all together would be tricky.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and resumed looking out over the island. Many of the houses in the town were abandoned, leaving only the center of the city with any signs of life. Thankfully, few patrols really looked through the old houses, places that orphans like myself used as shelter. From the side of my ship I could just make out the small house I lived in not two days ago. A crumbling ruin near the outskirts, I left everything from my old life there. With a nostalgic sigh I descended the ladder.

The rope creaks happily under my grip. On my way down I can feel a pair of eyes resting on my ass. This kind of attention was new to me, my previous scrawny look usually just turned eyes away. I grin, far from being shy I welcomed the gaze. Releasing the ladder, I fall the last few feet with my boots making a satisfying thunk on the wood.

“Oy, it's two silver drakes to moor a galleon," came an oily voice in front of me. A thin and greasy weasel steps out from behind a post, the Dockmaster. His ill-fitting suit and tie were stained almost the same brown as his fur, though it might have been blue at some point. One hand was outstretched and the other held an open book, “And your name."

Well now I knew who was staring at my ass, “What do you say to five drakes and we forget the name?" I wasn't ready for anyone in the city to connect my name to the fancy new ship. My patron had left me a small pouch full of coins, now tied on my belt beside my shortsword. He looked down at his book, where I placed five of the small silver coins, the wingless dragons facing up.

I appraised the Dockmaster as he considered my offer, his dark eyes staring down at the coins. His snub snout was a dark brown that blended into the lighter mocha fur that covered the rest of his body. Those beady eyes stared shrewdly at my coins before he smiled and closed his book with a snap, the coins still inside.

“Welcome to Mormir's Rest, Ms. Smith," he informed me with a smile. His eyes, I noted, seemed to struggle to move past my cleavage and up to my face. The Dockmaster was not someone anyone would accuse of having a moral compass. Sadly for him, the only thing more important than my tits was inspecting each coin, three drakes was a decent sum. Thanks to his greed, he neglected to pay attention to his own coin purse. I had happily liberated the fat bag as I moved past his desk on the docks. Might as well get used to being a pirate.

The whole town looked different to me now. The cobblestone streets in the center of the city used to seem clean and ordered compared to the abandoned alleys of my home. Now, I could tell all of it was just filthy and chaotic. Most of us blamed the Governor, in his beautiful hilltop mansion. But for all our blame, no one has ever made moves to stop him. The few people out in the streets barely give me a second glance. Newcomers were not that uncommon, but they could face the truth. Like all travelers, I wouldn't be here the next morning. No one ever stayed once they saw what has become of the once prosperous city.

Moving down the central street, I approached the Market. It was the only busy place in the whole city. The long street was filled with farmers, fishermen, and crafters. Each calling out prices and beckoning to the shoppers. Market Street led to the Governor's Mansion and the farther up the street you moved, the wealthier the shops became. Stalls used to fill the street all the way to docks, but now barely a third of the cobblestone road had any traffic.

Walking through the crowd, I had a specific store in mind. A specific family of fishermen. Elbowing my way past a group of young kits watching a sword swallowing tabby cat, I found my store. A group of multicolored drakes worked behind the counter of a wooden stall. The front counter was filled with huge fishes of various species and colors.

During my twenty one years here, I never found much in the way of friendship. Most people avoided the orphans. But, there was one drake that I knew was my friend. He always had extra fish offcuts for me and seemed to enjoy the deeper conversations we had on the Gods and the future. Like everyone, he always thought I was crazy for putting so much hope into the Blessings. That didn't stop him from trying it himself on his twenty-first birthday last year, but like everyone else, no Gods chose him.

“My my, you must be the most beautiful newcomer we've had to the island in years," came a voice to my right. The white colored drake grinned at me, wiggling the ridges above his golden eyes like they were eyebrows. Black horns sweep back from the top of his head, sleek and ending in points. A longer and slender snout, he was a slender drake, which was very unlike the rest of the dragonkin. His bare chest scales shone like alabaster in the sun, shirtless with only a pair of black trousers, the cocky dragon held out a claw to shake, “Lorn."

“It's me Lexi," I told my friend.

“Lexi? I haven't seen her in a couple days," he replied, obviously not paying much attention with his ears.

“No, Lorn. I'm Lexi."

“Lexi?!? What the nine sins happened to you?" his tail thrashed behind him in his excitement.

“I had my birthday two days ago," I said, his sharp golden eyes finally meeting my dark brown ones.

“The ritual?" came the obvious question.

“It worked."

“It actually worked?! You saw the Gods?!"

“Not so loud, you idiot," I chastised him before anyone in the crowd could overhear.

“Well the Blessing definitely agrees with you," Lorn laughed softly, but I caught his eyes moving down my body again. “You look all grown up now."

“Look, I'll make this fast. I have a ship, I'm leaving, I want you to come with me," I told him in a half whisper, ignoring his ribbing. Leaning over the fish to hear me, Lorn slips and almost falls into his family's catch.

“They gave you a ship?" his voice was full of disbelief, “If this was anyone but you, I'd call you a liar."

“I'll explain everything if you come with me, I promise."

“At least give me the day to think about it."

“You know it's the only way out," I argue.

“I've been saving up gold to buy my own ship, you know that."

“And how much more do you need?" My question makes him flinch.

“That's not the point," he retorts, “But yes, it is a tempting offer. Let me talk to my Da, and think it over ok?"

“Just today Lorn, I'm not kidding that I'm leaving," my voice was low, but serious. Nodding his agreement, Lorn steps back before turning to find his father. Watching them for a moment, I noted like aways, how much bigger Lorn's father Darius was. My friend really was the runt of his family.

The storefront of the Wildscale family was one of the better cared for spots this low on Market Street. Solid wooden beams held up the multicolored sheet that saved the drakes from the sun. Their stall connected directly to the grey stone blocks that made up the walls of their house. Unlike the rest of the street, they had taken pains to replace the cracked stones with new ones.

Darien Wildscale, Lorn's father, believed in caring for his family above all. He ensured their ship and home were well kept, which meant his many sons and daughters worked hard to provide for the family. I marveled at them, all working together in unison to place out the fresh fish. Lorn and Darien looked as if their discussion was getting heated, so I decided to make my exit.

Pivoting back to the market, I decided to take a final stroll through the rest of the city. Lorn would come with me, I knew he yearned as much as I did to escape this island. His family owned a ship, but he was the youngest and had little hope of making his own way. He knew more about sailing than I did, and I needed someone experienced with me.

Lost in my thoughts I turned down the alleys near my old home. I had no intention of going back, nothing but rags and garbage waited for me there. But, I did want to remember where I came from, so I wouldn't let myself get too used to the comforts that I would have from now on. I didn't want to be another corrupt ruler, abusing her followers.

Without the hustle of Market Street, or the calls of seagulls near the docks, the city was quiet. I could hear the skittering of rodents nearby, and the soft rustle of clothes from one or two people living in the abandoned buildings. For ten years following the death of my mother, I lived in these alleys. Scrounging food where I could, I was eternally grateful to Lorn. I wouldn't have survived without the fish he snuck away to give me.

Standing there in a deserted alley, I wondered how he would handle the sexual part of my Blessing. To be quite honest, I had always been curious what the drake was packing between his legs. Even though he had been kind to me, I never felt like he was interested in me that way. I remembered the look he gave the new me before he realized who I was. Shivering with a newly budding desire, I realized he might be more into it than I thought.

“You're a long way from home Miss," the deep voice made me jump. I had wandered down a dead end side alley while lost in thought. Turning to look behind me, I saw a large stallion standing at the entrance to the alley. Using his bulk, the horse blocked the alley, leaving me no escape except deeper into the dark. The dagger in his hand glinted in the few rays of sunlight that made it through the crumbling stone buildings on either side of us. Obviously, his intentions were not friendly.

“Hello there big boy," I said, gauging the large male. “What can I do for you?"

“Give me your coin and you can go," he said, standing tall and trying to intimidate me. My eyes went down his broad chest, black fur flashing through holes in his brown shirt. Tight and ill fitting pants exposed the bulge at his groin, leaving very little to the imagination. Most men tend to think with their dicks, so maybe I could convince this one to let me go. After all, Rom gave me the gift of this gorgeous body, I should put it to good use.

“How about a blowjob instead?" came my nonchalant reply. I could see from the way he stumbled a bit, that this response was not what he expected. Mostly expecting to just distract him, I decided I wasn't against it if he wanted me to blow him. He was a full two heads taller than me, but instead of intimidating me, all it did was turn me on more. Unable to resist, I stared at his bulge. I was very happy to learn the stereotype was true, my mugger was large all over.

Admiring the stallion more and more, I held my hands up so I could approach him. His short snout was rounded cutely. Long hair hung wildly over his face, obscuring most of his bright brown eyes, the color contrasting against his all black fur. Broad shouldered and all muscle, he was quite the stallion. With some proper grooming and clothes, he could be quite handsome.

“I…I don't want to rape you, I jus-"

“Shhh, no one said rape," I moved closer as I spoke, closing the distance between us. My hips sway seductively with each step. His face goes through a war of emotions before settling on a dazed and aroused look. Sudden heat radiated from my midsection, the tattoo was almost buzzing on my skin. I fumble for a moment, grabbing onto my stomach, but the heat fades almost as fast as it came. Standing straight, a bit bewildered, I see the horse has lowered his dagger.

“Gods you're beautiful," the deep voice was submissive sounding now, no longer the booming confidence of a strong man about to take advantage of someone. Now, he sounds desperate, almost pleading, “Can I touch you while you do it?"

“No," I purred in response, watching the disappointment on his face, “But you can look." Recovered now, I resume moving towards him. With just a few feet left between us, I yank down my leather top to free my chest. A small sigh of relief escapes me as my heavy tits bounce into the air, the top was tighter than I thought. The stallion's eyes are locked onto my breasts, almost whining while he stares.

“Be a good boy and take off your pants," I ordered him, wiggling my chest back and forth for him. Despite his eyes never wavering from my tits, he rapidly shoves his pants off. My breath catches a bit when his clothes pool around his ankles, his erection springing into the air. Taking a moment, I admire his very equine looking length, colored the same black as his fur, but with a large pink splotch in the middle. Huge balls hang low under his lightly twitching shaft.

Licking my lips, I let him enjoy the view of my chest. His member looks impossibly huge for me, leaving me with a bit of a question on whether I could even fit him in my mouth. The flared tip was much bigger than I expected. Well, my patron is the God of Lust, so I assume he has an answer for this. Otherwise he wouldn't have been going on about having an open mind.

I reach forward, closing the last of the distance between us and grabbing his thick member in one motion. Hearing him moan at my touch makes me heat up more than I thought it would, a dull ache starting between my legs. My hand explores his shaft, fingers lightly tracing over his veins. Marveling at his cock, I enjoy the way he twitches when I brush against his flared tip. The second hand joins my first, sliding both of them up and down his member. Squeezing, tugging, and caressing, I spend a few minutes enjoying the feel of my first huge cock. His whimper of desire and frustration makes me grin.

“Now remember, no touching," a gentle reminder. His hands move behind his back at my reminder and he nods dully. With my tits swaying, I kneel down to the cobblestones and bring myself face to face with the tip of his cock. So close to his tip now, I thanked the Gods that he was at least hygienic, something I hadn't even considered before. A deep heat in my core makes me realize how much I wanted this too. His gigantic length was igniting fires inside of me that I didn't know existed.

Already a small bead of precum drips out of his widely flared tip. Both of my hands grip the base of his shaft, holding it still while my tongue slides over the salty drop, relishing the taste of it. He lets out a low groan at the touch of my tongue, his member twitching in my grip. Seeing the desire in his eyes brings a throb to my groin, knowing he was enthralled to me and the pleasure I can give him.

My hands slowly stroke the huge equine cock, leaving me to wonder how much of it could possibly fit. My pussy pulses at the thought, she wanted to try it too. Promising myself to take care of that later, I push the flared tip into my open mouth. I thrash my tongue over his soft tip, licking up more of his tasty nectar. The moans that reward me are enough to redouble my efforts, working my tongue over him.

My stallion gives a cute whinny as his length slowly slides past my lips. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the feel of his thick cock on my tongue. The fact that I am barely able to fit my jaw around him just turns me on. My pussy quivers at the idea of how much his length would fill me up. I feel the tattoo buzz and heat up again when his tip taps the back of my throat. Stopping now, only about halfway down his cock, I wait for the magic to wash over me.

The tattoo calms again, leaving me to realize that his cocktip is pressing against my throat and it isn't choking me. Excitement fills me as I eagerly jam his horsecock down my throat. I feel it slide easily deeper and deeper, inch by inch until my lips touch the soft fur of his groin. My eyes look up at him, admiring his broad chest above me as he moans. His hips thrust a little into my throat and I let my tongue bathe the underside of his shaft.

Pulling back, I feel every inch of his huge meat leave my throat. I stop with his tip still in my mouth, letting my tongue writhe all over his flared tip again. My hands return to his shaft, stroking up and down in time with each flick of my tongue. The loud noises of pleasure my would-be mugger made drove me crazy, knowing that I can make even a big strong stallion sound like a squealing boy.

A big spurt of pre catches me by surprise, but I gladly swallow it down. Despite the raging need coming between my own legs, I ignore myself for now and focus on the delicious horsecock in front of me. Keeping both hands at the base of his length, I let his shaft slide all the way back down my throat. Now, I let myself use the magic to the fullest. My head moves back and forth quickly, slurping down his member until my lips meet his crotch. Grabbing his rear, squeezing the strong muscles there, I pull him into my throat, letting him pump his hips.

The stallion was a good boy, his hands staying behind his back the entire time. I urged him on, my hands tugging at his ass to make him pick up the pace. Once he gets a rhythm going, fucking my throat with his massive cock, I let a hand slide down to his swollen balls. Cupping his nuts, I let each one roll against my palm and open fingers. A moan of my own escapes me when just one of his huge balls fits in my hand at a time.

The alleyway was filled with the wet squelches of my mouth sucking the horse dry. My hands and mouth move together, moving my throat up and down the spit slickened shaft. I can feel my chest bouncing with my motions, my eyes watching as the horse can't help but stare down at me, his eyes full of lust and adoration. My groin pulses with pleasure, enjoying the power I had over this strong male. I was excited to test this power later, to see how far I can push them.

I felt his climax approaching several moments before it came. His entire shaft began to swell, throbbing in my mouth. Wanting to taste his seed, I pulled back again to leave just his tip. He moans louder and nearly stumbles when the first shot of his cum hits the back of my throat. The strong taste of his seed filling my mouth drives me over the edge with him, my pussy convulsing as I orgasm without even touching myself. Shivering, I swallow each wave of his load as he pumps it into my waiting mouth.

Eventually his orgasm ends, leaving him panting heavily. I let his cock slide out of my mouth as I stood up. Winking, I wiped away a bit of seed from my lip and sucked it from my fingertip. The stallion slumps against the stone wall, still panting. He makes no motions to stop me as I walk past him, putting my tits back into my top.

“Good boy," comes the praise, patting his cheek. He stares at me gratefully, his member still twitching, drops of his pleasure falling to ground. I could tell he wanted more, the desire in his eyes. Shaking my head, I give him another pat on his cheek, “I wish I could keep you, but I've got better places to be."

Stepping out into the street again, the warmth of the sun hitting my face, I grin widely. Maybe Rom was right, this Blessing was going to be so much fun. To avoid another run in with a thug, I decide to head back towards the busier streets. Before leaving the back alleys I check my tattoo. That small orgasm would have restored some magic power, but I didn't know how much I used.

I was shocked to see it was just under half full now, the purple ink having faded away. Lowering my shirt again, I made a note to not use that kind of magic too often, or at least not until my power had grown. Apparently little orgasms weren't going to be enough to replenish what I used. In the future, I would have to make sure I got more use out of the guys I enthralled. Well, I thought, I was going to need Lorn to step up once we got to the ship. I comforted myself with fantasies of Lorn helping me out with my mana issue.

With no other real landmarks to see, I returned to Market Street. I allowed myself to browse the more expensive end of the street. Looking through the selections of jewelry and clothing, I allowed myself to linger at one specific stall. The lovely doe running the store was selling the most exquisite cloth I had ever seen. Translucent dresses that flowed over my skin like water. I could see myself wearing it, with nothing underneath. A star struck Lorn lusting after me.

My daydreams of a naked and sweaty Lorn using me all over my ship were interrupted by a loud rumbling from my stomach. The day had progressed into evening already. Old habits die hard, I still wasn't accustomed to being able to afford food. I had been walking all day and never stopped to eat. Unless you count the horse's load I enjoyed earlier.

Without really thinking about my destination I headed back into the heart of Market Street. Wandering here and there, I let my memories and my feet lead the way. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Lorn's stall again. Late evening had arrived by the time I realized where I was. It was around this time that I would find Lorn, hoping for a meal and some company. Looking up I saw that Lorn was waiting for me outside, a plate of recently steamed fish in his hand.

Taking the plate from him with a lopsided grin, I dug in heartily. Lorn stood there, watching me as I ate. He didn't need to wait long, the fish vanishing into my stomach in just a few moments. Licking my fingers clean, I give a satisfied sigh.

“It really is you," the drake said with a chuckle, his eyes boring holes into me as I began licking even the plate clean.

“I told you. I assume you're coming?" I gestured to the bag next to the wooden frame of his family's stall. He nodded, taking the plate from me and placing it on the counter.

“Da's not too happy, but I'm an adult so he can't really stop me."

“Did you tell him about my Blessing?"

“Do you think I'm that daft?" came the annoyed reply, Lorn staring at me with a flat expression.

“Ok ok, sorry. Hopefully he wasn't that hard on you?"

“Something about being ungrateful. Ma said if I come back with enough gold, he'll probably forgive me."

“It'll be worth it," I reassured him, “So you ready to go?"

“Sure, show me to this fancy ship of yours."

“Right this way," I led him down Market Street and back to the shipyard. Thankfully that little weasel was nowhere to be found. Without a word, I kept walking down the dock to my ship. Lorn openly gaped as we approached The Shameless, he clearly had expected something smaller.

“Lexi, we can't sail this on our own, did the Gods give you a full crew too?" he asked me incredulously.

“Just us two right now, don't worry, I've been assured she'll take care of us," I laughed lightly at his bemused expression. I grabbed the rope ladder and made my way up to the deck. A smirk crossed my face as I climbed, the weasel wasn't the only one who liked my ass, I could feel Lorn staring the whole way up.

Once both of us climb onto the deck I give Lorn a moment to look around. We both admire the dark wood that makes up most of the ship. The stairs to the quarterdeck on one side, and the prow leading to the exposed mermaid on the other.

“Alright Lexi, I've agreed to sail with you, you promised me an explanation," he demands once he's finished taking in the sights.

“Ok, so obviously the ritual worked. One of the Gods chose me and gave me both a Blessing, and a mission."

“Mission?"

“Well he told me that he would give me a ship, magic, and that I would use these gifts to become Queen of the Pirates," I recoiled a bit as I spoke, saying it out loud was a lot more dramatic than I thought it would be.

“Queen of the Pirates? Lexi, there hasn't been a Pirate King in over a hundred years."

“There hasn't been a Blessing in far longer."

“Fair point, but it better be one powerful Blessing."

“Oh it is, what I've found so far is incredible, and it's only going to get stronger as I grow in power. But, there is a downside, or really an upside depending on your point of view. I think it's kind of an upside, at least so far it's been fu-"

“Lexi, stop rambling, just spit it out."

“Rom is the one that chose me," I blurted out, all the words jumbling together.

“Rom?! The God of LUST?" Lorn asked, his voice raising.

“Yeah that one. He said I had an 'Openness of the Mind', or whatever that means."

“Oh I can imagine what it means," the drake said with a laugh, “Though I wouldn't have imagined that would describe you."

“Well, it's true," a bit of heat entered my voice, I didn't like to be doubted.

“Oh really? And just how open are you then?" Lorn's question stopped me, the drake was flirting with me.

“We'll uh, get to that later," blushing, I turned away for a moment, “Sex is critical, yes, but I'll be using it to power my magic."

“Of course you will."

“Stop laughing!" I huffed, the wingless dragon almost doubled over watching me stumble through my explanation. “The ship channels magic through me. I can use it to charm others and uh..well it helps with sex."

“So a magic ship, siren powers, and world shattering sex all the time?" Lorn finally said, his laughter ending as he straightens up to grin at me.

“Sounds about right."

“Well where do I sign up?"

“I was hoping you would be my First Mate?" I finally asked, even though it was obvious. He was my only friend, the only one I could even consider trusting. The reassuring nod was all I needed to see. Grabbing him by the hand, I dragged him towards the quarterdeck and my cabin.

Once inside the Captain's Cabin, Lorn dropped his bag and gave an appreciative whistle. An elegant dining table was bolted to the floor on one side of the room. The entire right side was a living area, a relaxing lounge sofa adorned the corner. Bookshelves surrounded the couch, mostly empty for now, save for a few seafaring books.

“Is that a fireplace?" Lorn's voice echoed a bit in the quiet cabin. The only noise was the soft crackle of fire.

“Yes, but it's magic so it doesn't need wood and it doesn't even burn your hand," I stuck my arm into the ever burning flame as an example. The fireplace was set into the wall, made of a dark stone, it blended in with the charcoal black wood of the ship's hull. It was one of the things I had experimented with when I explored the cabin this morning.

Lorn stared at me while I withdrew my hand. Shaking his head he continues to look around, the other half of the room was for navigation and tactics. Another table was positioned to mirror the dining table, but this one was covered with a map of the local region. It showed the city of Mormir's Rest, along with a bit of the ocean surrounding the island.

“This room is huge," the drake said, spinning in place to take it all in, “There's no way the ship is this big."

“It's m-"

“It's magic, got it," Lorn laughed again.

“I dunno what you expected, it IS a magic ship," I pouted at him. My arms cross under my chest, pushing my breasts up.

“That's true, guess I just have to get used to the unexpected."

“I haven't really looked below decks, but I would imagine something just as spectacular as this," I told him, the drake paying more attention to the map than to me.

“Hey what's that?" I hear, still pouting since he didn't even look at my tits. “It's some kind of an arrow."

“An arrow?" I say, forgetting my playful annoyance instantly. Looking at the map I finally notice the arrow, a small red arrow pointing north west away from the island. It looked hand drawn. “Rom told me the arrow would guide me, I guess this is what he was talking about. We're supposed to follow it."

“Well north west from here is a pair of islands known for being gambling havens. They call them The Snake Eyes, lotsa bad folks there," Lorn said thoughtfully.

“I'm going to be Queen of the Pirates, not Queen of the Paladins," I retorted, “We're going to need to find a crew somehow."

“Of course, but are we really going to be criminals?"

“You and I both know that not all laws are just."

“You know what I mean Lexi."

“To answer your question then, yes Lorn. We will be criminals. But, I'm hoping to be a more just kind of criminal."

“A just criminal," he snorts.

“I mean, there are plenty of corrupt merchants and politicians to steal from."

“But, are we sure we can stop there?" he demands, having finished his circuit of the room and squaring off to face me.

“Be my moral compass then."

“Will you trust me?" his eyes searched mine.

“I've always trusted you," my reply came without hesitation. Something about him had always made me believe in him. I knew he would always be on my side.

“Just make sure we don't regret it."

“I'll also be careful of who I recruit," I reassured him. Finally finished reviewing the room, we moved into the bedroom. The blush returns to my face as I realize what the next obvious step is. I needed to recharge my mana. My pussy had no such shyness, pulsing her desire to recharge.

“That's a big bed," Lorn said. He scanned the room, taking in the huge bed, wardrobes, and writing desk. The torchlight danced across the deep purple of the silk sheets covering the bed.

“Well you never know when you're going to have an orgy," I replied with a laugh. Though, that isn't far from the truth if I'm honest with myself. Turning to my new First Mate, I lift the bottom of my leather top while pushing down the top of my pants to show my tattoo. The purple heart had lost a bit more of its coloring since the last time I had checked. Apparently the fireplace and other amenities took a kind of passive mana. It would take some experimentation to find out how fast it drained.

“This mark is what binds me to the ship, and gives me my magic. The heart fills with purple depending on how much mana I have left," I informed Lorn. He listens intently, staring at my exposed skin.

“And how do you recover your mana?" came the obvious question.

“From, uh, having orgasms."

“Somehow that doesn't surprise me."

“Supposedly the stronger the orgasm, the more mana I get."

“So, what you're saying is, if I make you cum, you can cast spells?"

“That's the basics, yep," the awkwardness was getting the better of me.

“This just gets better and better," unlike me, Lorn didn't seem so nervous. “You know, I've always wanted to be with you," he tells me idly as he walks closer to me. “You're smart, resourceful, and determined. And yes, you were underfed, but I didn't care about that."

“So why didn't you say anything before?" I asked, my face flushing again. Each step he took towards me, I took one backwards, until I felt my legs bump the edge of my bed.

“Humans and dragons don't usually work out," he grinned toothily at me and gently pushed me onto the bed. I let myself fall, moving backwards on the bed to give him room to move onto the bed with me. Kneeling on the bed, Lorn unfastens his pants and pushes them down.

“Oh damn, I see why," I could barely contain my eagerness when his cock springs out into the open. Easily as big as the horse from earlier, maybe a bit bigger. Though similar in size, they were very different in shape. My needy pussy lets out a throb, reminding me not to ignore her this time. His shaft was a deep crimson color, standing out beautifully against his alabaster white scales. Staring at his cock, I realized that Rom was right. There was so much more to this world of sex than I had imagined. I never would have thought I was such a horny girl.

“But I assume the God of Lust has an answer for our problem," Lorn said, gripping his shaft and waving it at me teasingly. He must have noticed that I couldn't stop staring at it. The tapered tip gave way to a thick shaft with ridges wrapping around it. It looked out of proportion on his lean body size. I broke eye contact with his member at last to grin at him.

“The magic will help it fit," was all I needed to tell him before he pounced on me. His lips meet mine in a desperate kiss and I shove my tongue into his mouth eagerly. I could feel his cock pressing against my thigh as he guided me onto my back. My hands slide down his back, caressing his surprisingly soft scales.

Lorn breaks the kiss, his muzzle moving to the crook of my neck and breathing deeply. His hands pull my clothes off rapidly, breaking us apart just long enough for us to fully strip. He lets out a sighing moan as he slides back on top of me, breathing out slowly and kissing his way across my collarbone. The sensation of scale on skin draws gasps from us both. I can feel his claws scraping down my sides sensually, moving all the way to my hips where he grabs me tightly. Shuddering with a rapidly building desire I moan out his name when I feel his tongue caress the edges of my breast.

Resisting the urge to grip his ebony horns, I grab the sheets tightly instead. The feeling of his tongue moving over to start ravishing my nipple drives me crazy. He suckles strongly on it, letting his tongue curl around my large nipple. My back arches in pleasure, pushing my breast into his muzzle.

Lorn growls at me, pushing me back down to the bed and moving his head over to my other nipple. Giving it the same treatment, he makes it clear that for now he's in control. With a smirk I relax back onto the bed, closing my eyes and letting myself get lost in the sensations flooding me. Another moan comes from my lips when he begins kissing his way lower. His sharp teeth graze against my skin, sliding down my belly.

The drake stops when he reaches my tattoo, his slender tongue snaking over the intricate lines. My body quakes, apparently that spot is more sensitive now. It isn't long before Lorn moves down to his real price, his tongue sliding down my clean shaven skin to reach the cleft between my legs. This was new to me, but I trusted him enough to just relax and enjoy myself.

Spreading my legs for him, Lorn moves his tongue south, flicking it against the sensitive nub of my clit and causing me to squirm. His almost snake-like tongue curls around my clit and pleasure suffuses me. I cry out his name, the drake wasting no time in working my button with fervor. His tongue occasionally twists and flicks up and down my slit, tasting my dripping nectar. It always returns to my clit after, enveloping it in a wiggling cage of pleasure.

Gripping the sheets tightly, my legs wrap around his head. My heels dig into his shoulders, but the rough attention just makes the drake groan with his own building lust. Panting now, I grab one of my breasts, squeezing my soft orb and toying with my own nipple. The pleasure was overtaking me, my body giving into it happily.

It doesn't take much of this attention before my first orgasm of the night begins to build. My hips start bucking into Lorn's face, my pussy on fire with need. I grind myself against his tongue and lips, the feeling building and building until it finally crashes over me. He holds my hips through my orgasm, my legs squeezing tighter around his head to ride out my climax. Throughout the whole quivering ordeal his tongue never ceased flicking against my clit.

I eventually relax back onto the bed, panting heavily in my post orgasmic bliss. Lorn gazed up at me from between my legs, first watching my face, then shifting his gaze to my tattoo. We both watched in amazement as a small portion of the heart filled with purple, shimmering slightly in the torchlight as it does. Before my orgasm it was just about a fifth of the way full, now it was a quarter full.

“Looks like I still have some work to do," Lorn says with a grin before lowering his head again. He runs his tongue down my slit once before I feel that long appendage pushing inside my greedy hole. I can feel my juices soaking into the sheets, his tongue writhes inside of me as it pushes deeper. Eventually his tongue pushes upwards, sliding against a spot on the roof of my tunnel that drives me wild.

I beg him not to stop, my pussy quivering around his tongue. Lorn's only response is to spread my legs a little wider, his strong hands holding my legs open. Looking down, I see him crouched between my legs, his own rear high in the air and looking succulent. I moan for him, my hips pushing against his face again, another orgasm fast approaching. Groaning with me, he pushes his tongue harder against my sensitive spot, mashing his tongue against it and driving me over the edge for the second time that night.

My climax is almost as strong this time despite the faster build up. My hole clenches on his writhing tongue. Fingers gripped the sheets and my back lifts off the bed again as I half scream through my orgasm. Eventually, it passes and I collapse back to the bed. Lorn's tongue slowly slides out of me, drawing another shudder from me. Both of us look again, the purple heart a little over half full now.

I beckon to Lorn and he moves up to straddle my stomach, letting his huge member rest between my breasts, his tapered tip at my chin. My hands move on their own, reaching to wrap around his throbbing erection. I marveled at how rock hard he was, running my fingers gently over his ridges and veins. The lithe drake moaned for me, closing his eyes and twitching his cock in my grip.

Slowly pumping my hands up and down his shaft, I let my eyes roam over the now naked form of my friend. He was only a little taller than me, making his gigantic member look a little out of place on his smaller frame. Seeing that huge red cock jutting out from his slender body was a huge turn on for me. My hands move faster, going from his base all the way to his tip, which was already dripping with his slimy precum. Smearing it up and down his length, he lets out another moan.

Grinning, I release his cock and move my hands down to my chest. Lifting my heavy tits, I wrap them around his shaft, his pre-smeared member sliding against my skin. Lorn lets out a gasp when he feels my breasts squeezing around him, his hips bucking forward. I hold my tits in place for him, loving the feeling of him humping into my chest. My pussy throbs in response to the sensation of his length twitching with pleasure against me.

Lorn leans over me a bit now, his tip tapping into my chin with each buck of his hips. Stringy strands of pre connect his tip to my chin, both of us moaning with arousal. His eyes are open now, looking down at me. The sight of my huge breasts wrapped around his cock, my chin dripping with his arousal, almost drives him over the edge. With a growl, Lorn pulls away, panting heavily with his huge member pulsing in the air.

“N-no," he pants, “I want the first time to be in your pussy."

“Then I'm on top," I inform him, pushing his chest until he lies flat on the bed. Climbing on top of him, I grin, letting my wet slit rest against his shaft, sliding my lips up and down it. He was so hard, those ridges rubbing beautifully against my desperate pussy. Finally, I can't wait any longer and reach down to aim his cock up. With a final motion I squat down and ram half his shaft inside of me.

I realized instantly that my confidence was misplaced. So much dick going inside of me almost causes me to stumble, which would be bad. I didn't want to fall and impale myself on his cock. Slowly, I push down to slide another couple inches inside of me. My tattoo activates when I feel his tip tap my cervix, the heat suffusing my body. Even with his tip already as deep inside me as it was physically possible, somehow I shoved down and my insides stretched with his member. Deeper and deeper I pushed, each inch forcing a squeaking moan out of me.

After what feels like a lifetime, I finally settle all the way on his shaft. My ass rests against his thighs, and I can even feel his huge balls pressing on me. I feel myself right on the edge of another small orgasm, stretched so tight and full. Lorn bucks upwards once with a loud moan, shoving even deeper somehow. I see him grin when I cum again, my pussy milking at his shaft. Over quickly, I recover myself and sit up straight, looking down to see the bulge his cock makes in my midsection.

Adjusted now, I begin to ride him. My hips move back and forth, grinding my clit against the soft scales of his groin. Feeling his rigid length sliding inside of me, those ridges hitting all my sensitive spots. I reach up and grab my tits again, squeezing them strongly while my hips buck faster. My First Mate grabs onto my hips in response, helping me move them faster on top of him. He cries out that he's already getting close.

His words make me stop completely, leaving him whimpering under me. The ridges around his shaft swell slightly, stretching me even more. Panting, I smirk at him, not moving again until I feel his length calm inside me. Slowly, I begin to slide my hips back and forth again.

“Not until I cum," I commanded him, resting my hands on his chest now for leverage to lift my hips to slam back down on him. His own hips push upwards as our sex reaches a more fevered pace. Both of us are getting more desperate to cum now, his claws pricking my hips while I buck harder and harder on top of him.

I feel his ridges swelling inside me, his face contorting with pleasure. Stopping again, I grin when his pleasure turns to frustration. His member twitches inside of me, the ridges shrinking slightly. Once I feel like he's off the edge again, I resume bucking my hips. My clit slides over the smooth scales of his groin, each motion pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Don't worry, we'll make you into a good boy," I tell him with a soft purr in my voice. The drake groans, the slight flush to his face betraying his thoughts on that topic. With a wide grin, I begin to work faster. My pussy clamps down tighter on his shaft, squeezing at every ridge.

Lorn surprises me then, his tail sneaking out from under us and pushing its tip against my rear hole. His hands move to grab my rear, squeezing my tight cheeks and spreading them apart. The tail swirls around my spread hole. It doesn't penetrate me, he just uses the tip to sensually rub around my ass. These new feelings push me over the edge. My entire body quivers as I collapse on top of him, my hips pushing as hard against him as they can.

As soon as I begin my climax, Lorn tenses under me. Strong hands push me down so his entire draconic length fills me. My pussy milks him as I cum, squeezing at his member with each pulse of pleasure. Finally, balls deep inside of my quivering pussy, Lorn cums.

The eruption of his seed makes me cum again, feeling it splashing against my cervix. His load is as big as his dick, shooting rope after rope of his scorching hot cum into me. My greedy pussy squeezes him, my climax milking at him over and over. He roars his pleasure loudly, the sound echoing in the small bedroom. I can feel his semen dripping out of me when he finally finishes. Both of us panting heavily in the afterglow of our orgasms.

I rested on his chest, keeping his cock buried inside of me as I recovered my wits. Just as I was about to sit up, I felt a scorching heat in my midsection. Gasping, I jump off of him, ignoring the slurping sound his huge meat makes as it falls out of me. Both of us stare at my tattoo, the strange lines on the top left of the tattoo were shifting and changing. What used to be a complex jumble of lines, rearranged into an outline of a dragon's face.

“I think that's you," I tell him as the heat fades away. The lines connected the dragon to the heart, which I noticed was full now. Bending awkwardly to look at my tattoo, I jumped as Lorn gave a gasp of his own. Looking up, I watched in fascination as a purple heart with a black outline etched itself on the right side of his chest. The drake grunted as it finished, rubbing at it with a claw.

“Woulda thought Blessings wouldn't hurt so much," he said with a huff, admiring how the tattoo stands out on the white underscales of his chest.

“Oh stop whining," I laughed, pushing him backwards onto the bed again. Falling with him, I laid on his chest, snuggling up against him and grinning widely. “Tomorrow we set sail," I said, “The real adventure begins."

“Don't be so dramatic."

“It IS dramatic!"

“I know I know, I'm just teasing," he laughs, running his claws down my sides delicately. His claw tips tickled me slightly.

“I still need to explore the rest of the ship too. I can feel that there's magic here to unlock," my eyes blazed with excitement. “And with you bonded to me now, maybe there's some part of the ship's magic meant for you."

“Now that's a thought," came his thoughtful reply. “I wouldn't mind being able to use magic."

“Your heart does have some purple in it too," I pointed out.

“It's smaller than yours though," he pouted, looking down at his heart tattoo.

“Well the Gods chose me not you."

“Yeah the horny God chose you, means you're a pervert."

“You couldn't wait to sign up once you knew you'd get to fuck me."

“Guilty as charged," he laughed, squeezing me tightly to his chest. I laughed with him, snuggling against his warm scales. My cheeks blush slightly when I feel his tail wrapping around my leg possessively. “Thank you Lexi, for letting me be your First Mate. For letting me join you, for the sex."

“I trust you Lorn, with you by my side we'll conquer the seas," I could see it now, a crew all bonded to me, fighting for me. Fucking me. With the magic from the Blessing, and the secrets in this ship we would be a powerful force. The excitement was too much for me, despite the hour being late there was no way I would be sleeping yet.

Sliding out from under Lorn's arm I stand. My eyes roll in annoyance as more of his cum drips down my leg. The nearby wardrobes had towels and robes for cleaning up. Rom really did think of everything. I wiped myself down, tossing the towel in a nearby wooden bin to worry about later. The silk of the robe felt amazing on my skin as I slid it on and tied it closed.

Lorn watched me as I dressed, shaking his head and yawning, “You go ahead I'm gonna pass out. If you find something amazing, shout."

“Wow, magic ship and you don't even want to explore it?" I questioned incredulously. Now that I had recruited Lorn before his family went out on another fishing expedition, I was more eager to explore my ship.

“Explored your ship already," Lorn chuckled to himself.

“Men," I huffed with a roll of my eyes. Barefoot, I walked quietly out of the bedroom and into the main portion of my cabin. The big map hadn't changed, the red arrow was still pointing northwest. Stepping out onto the main deck I admired the dark wood blending in with the night's darkness. Bright stars dotted the sky, filling it with white light. They were beautiful, like always.

Breaking away from the view, I walked down the stairs built into the deck to find the first level was a type of dormitory. A hallway wide enough for two split off from the stairs with several doors leading to what I assumed were quarters for the crew. Torches lined the causeway, and the stairs continued down deeper into the hold of the ship. I decided to explore the crew's quarters first.

There were only three doors in the short walkway, the first one showed the same dragon face outline that was now on my tattoo. “First Mate" was written in gold letters, contrasting the rich red wood of the door. The other two doors were blank.

“And locked," I said to myself, the handles jiggling but refusing to turn. It appeared I would have to recruit new members, before their rooms would open. Lorn should be the first to see his room, so I grabbed a torch off the wall and headed down the stairs.

Once again I marveled at how much bigger the ship was inside than outside. The steps ended in a room with a door set in the center of each wall. Two of them were blank, but in gold letters the other two were labeled as “Kitchen" and “Main Storage". How big was this ship?

Opening the door to the storage room I found a long room lined with shelves and cupboards. Simple latches kept the cupboards closed and inside I found sacks of flour, rice, and lentils. Small baskets of fruit were in another cupboard, nuts, and even dried meats. Relief washed over me, the money Rom had left me wasn't enough to fully supply a ship this size. It seemed the God was serious about wanting me to get started as soon as possible.

On my way back out I grabbed some fruit and meat, enough for Lorn too. Munching on a piece of pork I poked my head into the kitchen. I stayed just long enough to confirm, yes, it was a large open kitchen that defied physics. The stacks of plates near the door were close enough for me to grab one on my way out.

Now holding a plate of food, I tested the other two doors to find them locked. With a shrug I returned back up the stairs and made my way to my cabin. Sliding in, I shut the door to the bedroom behind me. I plopped down at the small writing desk in the corner, already furnished with logbooks and writing quills.

While I ate, I wrote down what I found so far on the ship. I described the tattoo and bonding process. This ship was going to be my home for years, I needed to make sure I didn't forget anything I discovered. After finishing recording my findings, I let out a loud yawn. The food was all gone I noted with annoyance at myself, I had forgotten to save any for Lorn and I was still a bit hungry. Pushing my hunger aside until tomorrow, I climbed back into the bed next to Lorn.

The drake gave a small grunt as I snuggled up next to him. His arm wrapped around me automatically, bringing a smile to my face. Resting my head on his shoulder I closed my eyes. The gentle motions of the ship on the waves lulled me slowly into sleep, my thoughts full of dreams of adventures to come.