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Setting her suitcase down near the hatch door, Rou pauses a moment to patiently accept a hug from Rae before facing the crew as a whole that has gathered nearby to watch her leave, even Narashim appearing and sitting quietly next to Aso to watch the going-ons.

“So, where are you going?" Aramon queries.

“To go pick up some old hatchets that need unburying," Rou sighs, the white and grey dragon blowing a lock of hair out of her dour face. “That's all I want to say on it. If I don't commit now, I'll forget and be drinking in my office again for another two years before remembering again. And then after… I'm gonna need to take a very long vacation."

“I'm sure you recall the several hours of suturing following when I last got spontaneous with old grievances, so I get it," Aso sighs, placing his feathered hat against the chest of his leather coat. “I'm just eating a bit of humble pie coming to terms with how sudden this is."

A telegram came in on the ship, one addressed to Rou. The crew work in a team and not in a true power structure, so it was not read and handed off to her. Apparently, she sent one off a day ago with instructions on how to message the Aquila at a specific time; normally, a roving prototype battleship like this is rather hard to communicate with, after all. And now that it's here, she needs to be dropped off at the port post haste, enough so she can't take any of her medical equipment with her.

“Eh, Aramon's half decent at stitching now. Don't take shrapnel to the gut and you'll be fine without me," She scoffs. “Last shipment of disinfectant I got from Phae mentioned his own medical shebang is going belly up. Could start with him if you need a quick replacement that knows their stuff."

“I won't forget how many holes you've patched for me, girl. If you need help, find us. Or just me. Protection, skull bashing, demolition – no questions asked," Tam offers gruffly, cracking his knuckles.

“I'll keep that in mind, big guy," She chuckles dryly. “But no more goodbyes or offers you, you lot. So long and thanks for the spare bunk."

Opening the hatch, she begins to take a silver flask out of her coat and is halfway through unscrewing the cap in a quick, familiar motion before she stops, closes it again, and tosses it over her shoulder like a bride's bouquet. Nef reaches out, catching it.

“I need to lay off the habit for a bit anyhow," Rou comments before closing the door.

Out of one of the portholes, they watch her cloak disappear into the dark night as she passes onto the dark harbor dock and out of sight. Knowing Rou, the lot of them aren't really worried about her safety, their surgeon adept with more than just scalpel blades.

“Rou taught you to suture? When?" Tam first, almost immediately breaking the silence.

“Eh, well, the idea was that if she was ever knocked out of commission, I would be there to fix her back up enough to take it from there," He replies sheepishly. “It was a ways back at this point."

Sensing there's more to it than that, Tam narrows his eyes.

“Rou gave you her time, that she could spend reading and drinking, to teach you anything?"

“Well… it was a trade. According to her."

“How so?" Rae asks quizzically.

“She said her head game was getting rusty..."

“Heh. Keeping your hands steady must have been the hardest part," Aso says with a small grin.

“And here I thought you were only good for taking dick," Tam chuckles.

“You both laugh, but that was actually part of her training. If I did shake or make a stitch wrong, she started using more teeth," He half laughs, half sighs as his face starts to get color. “My hand eye coordination in general actually got a lot better from it, but, uh, now I can't help but get hard looking at needle and thread. That's why I stopped patching my clothes in the leisure room."

“I had noticed that," Tam remarks slyly. “I'll have to keep in mind when you next tear a shirt…"

“Okay, yup, Rou's gone! Let's focus on that and not me, shall we?" Aramon sputters, fidgeting under their combined gaze.

“Yeah, that should be priority. Rae, let's get off this dock before some port clerk with something to prove reports us. I don't want to have to wreck a third harbor this year getting away from the Navy," Aso orders.

“Aye aye," She nods, gloomily taking her post at the helm and engaging thrusters, launching their vessel up and away into the stars in one smooth motion.

“Ah, damn it, I forgot to ask her. Tam, you would know better than the rest of us; where does Phae haunt nowadays? I don't want to get him arrested trying to send a telegram and a courier would be inconvenient," Aso explains.

“He's in, or at least was, Drezen City, planetside of Bircium. I'll show you on the map," Tam says, the five of them moving to the helm room where Rae steers to gaze at their massive starchart. “It's… here."

Tapping on the map, Tam then traces it back to the rough location of the ship.

“That's at least a four-week trip with how we have to travel through patrolled space," Rae adds in, glancing over her shoulder every so often as she pilots the ship to open space. “We'd have to do it after making our tribute payment."

“I would normally agree with you, but not having a dedicated doctor feels like a bad idea with how much heat we've been having lately. Oh, sweet dear Nef of mine," Aso says in a sing song voice.

“You want me to go grab him, right?" She says with a raised brow and mock sarcasm. “And make me do all the work?"

“Like you weren't about to suggest the same thing."

“And that's how I know I picked the right husband," She smirks with a quick peck on his cheek. “I'll prep and jaunt off now so I can make it for the tribute; I can't miss meeting your mother properly, now can I? Shouldn't take me longer than… a week? Give me a week and a half; there's no guarantee he'll still be in Drezen, or even on Bircium if things went south for him. How does meeting at Cube Sphere sound?"

“Aye, we should be able to get the Aquila there with a day or two to spare," Aso nods.

With no opposition voiced from the rest of the crew, she gives an elegant wave and saunters off down the hallway and into their shared cabin, her dark amethyst and black scales already taking on a starry, spacelike quality as she prepares to travel.

“Does she really move fast enough to grab him and be back in a week?" Aramon asks Aso.

“She can't bring anyone with her, as far as I know. I don't know the specifics, she's about as forthcoming as I am about my magecraft, but I reckon she'll be there within a day's time," Aso reckons. “It's the getting back part that will take a while."

“Don't you have a teleporter for this sort of thing, Rae?" Aramon queries.

“Not for that kind of range. It's repurposed ancient tech anyways. I don't fully understand it; no one does. The less we use it, it's for the best anyhow," She replies somberly.

“Do you need a hug?" Aso offers.

“No, I need a –" Rae stops mid-sentence as a flask suddenly falls into her lap overhead.

It's Rou's flask. Evidently, Nef overheard the conversation before leaving.

“– a drink," She finishes, promptly uncorking the flask and taking a swig before nearly spitting it out with a heavy wince.

“Fuckin' suns, I just remembered I hate bourbon," She coughs, a chorus of small chuckles issuing from the rest of the crew, capping it before returning her attention to the helm. “I swear, that woman outdrank sailors just for the free booze."

A click of claws alerts her to Narashim's attention as he sits nearby and holds a tendril out, his version of asking politely for something. With the rest of them watching, Aso shrugs and nods before Rae hands the flask to him. Using those same tendrils, he uncaps it deftly and gives it a swirl, the dark liquor pouring into his awaiting muzzle. It's not a small amount, yet he doesn't pause to take a breath before it's drained and passes it back. Evidently refreshed, he lays down next to her and curls up.

“I now understand why Rou liked him," Aramon quips wryly.

“Give him an hour and he'll put away an entire handle of rum… so, yeah, that tracks," Aso replies, returning his attention to the map. “No one usually bothers us along the outer uncharted space. It's worth taking a little bit of a roundabout path while we're hauling a bunch of fragile cargo."

Uncharted in this case means uncharted space for most starmaps, the Aquila's differing in that an outer ring of parchment has been added to draw in landmarks and hazards as well as their knowledge of the unexplored edges.

“We need some engine maintenance anyhow. It would be a good time to do it," Aramon adds.

“It's settled then. Off we go, Rae!"

“Sure, thing," She sighs, shifting the throttle to send the craft rocketing forward and leaving the planet a momentary blip that then disappears as they begin to tread the stars once more.

First order of business for Aramon is to check the engine room and begin going through the basics like oil condition and quantity, as well as the state of the oil filter itself, coolant levels, fuel burn rate, and several other factors. Given the Aquila was designed as a combat vessel, it's better to check these conditions during flight rather than when the engine is cold since a specific design point was to allow repairs during operation.

Unlike the rest of the crew, Aramon is the only one patient enough besides Rae to read the entire engine manual and remember most of it, which more or less makes him the de facto engineer while she pilots. The lighting in the engine room also isn't the greatest due to many of the lights burning out during a power surge, and whattaya know, prototype lightbulbs are hard to get a hold of. So, the fact Aramon glows bright red from his fins and horns is the cherry on top of why he's stuck with the job.

It has bright sides, though. He gets to use his brain instead of performing mindless manual labor like scrubbing dust off portholes, and whenever something he doesn't want to do comes up, he can bullshit anyone besides Rae on having to do necessary maintenance or repairs at that moment since the engine is considered nigh on eldritch as far as everyone else's understanding goes. And when it comes to Rae, he can trade favors.

With the basics more or less nominal, he starts checking the dust filters in the air filtration system, a process that involves opening a vent and then crawling inside to the maintenance hatch. Narashim's long claws, more metallic gold than keratin, click against the metal flooring of the engine room as he approaches to observe, a common behavior of his. Aramon pokes his head out for a moment to give him a small wave, receiving a nod from the giant canine before he returns to the task.

Appearing as an artist's interpretation of a greyhound but more predatory, Narashim's painted white along the muzzle, underbelly, and paws with stripes along the ankles, his black fur broken up further by a mane of lustrous golden along the neck as well as behind the tendrils and the base of his tail. The most striking features are his crest of feathers along the head and a fan upon the tip of the tail, transitioning between royal purple and that same gold, as well as two tendrils in place of ears that articulate similarly with his facial expressions, half his body in length and tipped with more feathers.

A gift from Aso's mother, Ano, the beast is over four feet tall on just all fours, his head coming up to the chest of most people. His intelligence is also far higher than just a normal animal, but as to how much he doesn't let on, wearing a quiet personality with an air of heavy judgement at all times.

“I'm checking the dust filters before I move on to the more tedious stuff," Aramon fills him in. “Ohh, something shiny is stuck in one!"

His arms are just narrow enough to reach up into the gaps of the filters if he gets on all fours, leaving his rump exposed outside of the vent. Evidently, in his enthusiasm he forgot the kind of ship he's on and feels teeth clamping down on his waistband. Between wearing already loose pants for comfort and disliking belts as well as forgoing shoes due to having three large, spread-out toes instead of the normal paws or feet the rest of the crew has, he finds himself bereft of lower body coverage in mere moments.

Before he can begin to protest, he yelps as a very long and wet, warm tongue slides underneath his tail.

“Woah – Nara–!" Aramon struggles, held easily within the vent by two huge paws being placed on either sides of his rump. “The dust in here isn't safe to breath! Let me out and I won't fight you on this."

With a greatly inconvenienced huff, Narashim wraps his tendrils around the glowing shark's tail and yanks him out without ceremony, pulling him several feet back before forcibly lifting that tail and returning to prepping Aramon, lest he complain loudly enough to ruin his mood after mounting him.

“You big pest," Aramon sighs, bracing himself and raising his rump to give the lustful beast better access. “Have it your way."

The shark squirms almost immediately as that tongue delves into his depths fully, lapping along his prostate before pulling out to rim his tailhole for a few moments, repeating this motion several times until Aramon transitions from resigned frustration to shaky and riled up. Less mounting him and more standing over and wrapping himself around his impromptu partner, Narashim's royal purple shaft hardens enough in his excitement the heavy knot slides free of his sheath, wetly pressing against Aramon's butt as he slides forward.

But instead of sliding in and pounding away, he teasingly presses the tapered tip to his entrance before letting it slide down and grind along the shark's smooth, warm taint, nudging against Aramon's half erect taper before repeating the motion.

“Wha – what are you doing?" He shudders, having braced for being hilted off the cuff.

A slow, rolling growl issues forth from Narashim as he rests his head on top of Aramon's, becoming more insistent and forceful, nearly pressing the tip of his shaft in and pulling out at the last second as he hotdogs the aroused shark.

“Nnnrf~ You're just like Aso… Can you just fuck me already?"

A hard nip to his ear makes Aramon wince, a disapproving rumble vibrating him from all sides. A change of tone is required, in other words, if he ever wants to get back to his job.

“Gah! Alright, you win," He whines. “Fuck me, please? I want to feel your cock stretch me…"

It's not an entirely fake plea, which satisfies Narashim enough to sink his tip into the shark's now very pliable hole, pressing in inch by inch with a firm, unyielding motion that forces a gasp out of Aramon as he's filled until the knot grinds against his hole.

“F-fuck sake… you're almost as big as Tam," Aramon moans, burying his face in his arms.

With a rumble that almost sounds like a chuckle, Narashim pulls out halfway and spears Aramon again on his cock, taking it slow at first and simply enjoying the pitiful moans and shudders that come out of his submissive. He nibbles at his ear as he sinks into him, hump after hump that gets a little more forceful each time, precum dribbling from Aramon's dick as his prostate is milked by the puppy cock invading his most intimate places. But with a faster pace comes more stimulation, and Narashim's so pent up his amusement turns to lust with each thrust, increasing the tempo, the fervor of his need as he breeds the man trapped under him. Trapped but willing, that is, his hole gripping and massaging his length wonderfully.

Narashim pants in the shark's ear as pressure begins to build in his loins, his knot grinding and pressing into Aramon's tailhole halfway with each pump, threatening to lock in.

“A-ah! F-fuck!" Aramon whines. “I – I can't take that!"

The shark's tapered cock twitches, pulsing hard as precum dribbles out.

“W-wait, no, don't –"

He can only struggle a little, too shaky and pinned down by Narashim's body as the last of the resistance in his hole is fucked away, the knot sinking slowly into him until it suddenly slides through onto the other side. It's like a battering ram to his prostate, and Aramon breaks down into gasps and moans as cum pours from his dick in a stream, pulsing a little harder with each hump as the canine on top of him breeds him on that knot.

The shark is only dimly aware of it beneath the burning sun of pleasure raging through him, but he feels it nonetheless: cum erupting from Narashim's length in a deluge and dumping it into him. The fluffy balls pressed tightly against his rump seize and tense repeatedly, emptying themselves into Aramon a little more each time, and that knot makes sure not a drop goes to waste as his belly slowly swells outward until he looks like the big dog succeeded in making pups.

“Hah – okay… are you done?" Aramon breathes. “Because if you are. Please lie down. Your knot is holding me up by the ass and it kinda hurts."

To his surprise, Narashim actually listens, laying on his side and curling himself around Aramon to ward away the cold of the metal floor. It's the first time he can recall the beast being affectionate towards him, a lick lavishing across his neck and jaw before he mercifully settles down.

“Mmm, you know… if you're willing to be this accommodating afterwards, at least," Aramon murmurs. “I'd be happy to do this in my bunk instead of in the engine room – when Tam's not around, that is."

Narashim doesn't give him a clear response, not that he really can, but a tendril curling up beneath Aramon's head to give him a pillow gives him enough to consider that a yes.

“Aramon!" Aso calls in the distance.

“Shit…" He sighs. “Please don't make any no–"

The dismayed shark is cut off as Narashim lets out a strange sort of bark, more of a mix between a purr and a growl one would expect from a dragon. It's bassy enough it doesn't wrench Aramon's ears but still loud enough Aso walks through the opened door and finds his brother knotted on the floor and glowing like a flood light.

“Oh. Nevermind, I can wait!" Aso smirks, walking up and crouching down to rub Narashim's head and then switching to Aramon. “Good boys! I was wondering if you two would ever be friends."

“Hah. Thanks," Aramon says dryly. “Please, take this to your grave."

“Ah, Tam's walked in on him on top of me before, don't sweat it!" Aso chuckles, turning around to leave. “If he can inscribe magic runes, I don't count it as bestiality."

“You can write?" Aramon wonders aloud after Aso leaves, closing the door behind him.

A tapping noise draws his attention to the right of his head, the word “bottom" written out in his glowing cum by a tendril.

“Hard to argue with that," He sighs, rolling his eyes.

Back above in the helm, Tam walks in, using his tail to hide a tenting loin cloth.

“Do you know where Aramon is?" He asks Rae, the bored pilot staring ahead making sure there are no wayward stellar bodies about to crash into the ship.

“Engine room. He'll be covered in grease and dust by now if you're thinking about what I think you are," She replies without turning the chair around.

“Ah, course he is. A'ight, thanks."

“Mhm."

Turning around, Tam spots Aso coming up the hallway from below deck and notices that he very much isn't covered in grease and dust. Good enough. Striding forward, Aso slows down as he approaches and raises a hand to greet him before he's promptly swept up in a big arm and carried back to his own quarters.

“Wha – Tam, what are yo–" Aso begins to protest as he's lifted onto the big man's shoulder like a sack of potatos, and then he looks down and sees the stiff, erect dick of Tam poke past his loincloth. “Oh. I see."

“I need a hole, and I've wanted yours for a while now," Tamp grunts, flopping Aso down on his bed and promptly pinning him. “Now get those clothes off before I rip them away."

“Kinda hard to do that like this!" Aso protests, held flat against the bed by his body and heat going to his face at the sudden amor of his normally standoffish friend.

“Heh. How worth is it to you to keep them?"

“Whatever you want, so long as you leave my bespoke leather coat unmolested."

“Throat fucking it is," Tam says matter-o-factly.

Rising, Tam pulls Aso into his lap and helps the captain out of his clothes, leaving him nude with the tapered length of the bigger man pulsing against his butt. He can also feel the heat of the embers kindling along Tam's back as his ardor begins to literally burn; usually, Aramon is the one that dutifully handles his lust.

“Now get on your knees for me, cute guy," Tam huffs. “And watch the beak, yeah? I don't know where Aramon put that guard he used on you last time."

“Tch. You owe me something later for this," Aso snorts as he slides off his lap and onto the floor, turning around to grasp his knees.

“Oh, shut up, I'll be using your ass soon enough, dork."

“Hmph. Fine."

“We can skip to that with my dick unlubed if you really want…"

“No, no this is fine!"

“Then –" Tam grunts, grabbing Aso by the head as he opens his obsidian edged mouth and sinking his cock inside until the tip touches the back of his throat, “– get to it already!"

The fighter half growls, half purrs powerfully with pleasure, the burning itch finally being scratched and the glowing embers threatening to become flames dying down to mere sparks now that his needs are being addressed. Realizing this was not just whim but very real need turns Aso on even more, his draconic cock slipping free of its slit as he slowly forces his head down.

His throat bulges out as Tam's prehensile dick slips down, each inch forcing a more pronounced bump that begins to rhythmically bounce with each thrust. Aso's glowing tongue makes for a wonderful pillow, and he makes sure to keep his mouth open wide to avoid cutting his horny friend. Out of line or not, if Tam can't use his dick, his temper will understandably become quite testy.

Gradually loosening up and becoming more pliant, Aso relaxes into the rough treatment, and Tam takes full advantage to increase the tempo, thrusting his hips forward what little he can as he sinks himself down to the base in such an accommodating throat. It's been long enough for him that within half a dozen more thrusts, his only warning to Aso is a breathy grunt as his heavy cock bloats with cum.

So much is forced down at once Aso can feel the movement of the viscous fluid flow down the member in his mouth before it's dumped directly down his throat, Tam making small, reflexive thrusts into his maw with each pump. The captain is glad he took a deep breath as the output is too much for him to handle, flowing back up to leak out of his mouth and erupting from his nostrils as the big guy keeps cumming.

“Rrrrf~," Tam growls. “Fucking cute as hell like that."

Five seconds, five minutes, five hours, Aso can't really tell how much time passes before Tam finally releases him. Falling to the floor as he slides off the big dick, he first swallows and then coughs with the last of his air reserves to clear his sinuses before taking a deep breath. His entire senses are taken up by the sweet and tangy smell of the syrupy seed, not altogether unpleasant if a bit overwhelming.

“Y-you're lucky I like the taste…" Aso murmurs, a little woozy but recovering partially with a few deep breaths.

Being picked up and grabbed by the shaft helps greatly in perking him up as Tam holds him with a combination of a tail and left hand, lowering him onto his still very much erect dick.

“Never any break with you, is there?" Aso moans as he feels the tip push through and into his depths.

“Yeah, yeah, I'll cuddle you later. But we're fucking now," Tam snorts, sinking down smooth and easily to the base.

As much as he enjoys watching Aso struggle and spasm while impaled on his cock, his hungry lust drives him to begin bucking his hip, humping up into his captive lover as he strokes his stiffened dick, glowing orange pre pulsing from Aso's tip making for very nice lube. There's not much fan fair this time around, Tam fucking the shuddering mess he's made of the dragon before finally pressing their back to the wall and pumping him full of more maple scented cum.

It doesn't end there, and it's not until about the seventh round that Tam begins to even slow down, stopping by the tenth when Aso begins to pass out. Tam's quite used to his output by now and put thick towels over his bed and floor when he woke up several hours ago, collecting them up and tossing them into a bin before carrying the half-cognizant captain to the showers. The water revives Aso a bit, but the moment Tam pulls him into bed to cuddle, he conks out almost instantly in his arms.

Tam chuckles, unable to remember the last time he was able to do this to him.

“Heh. You're such a bitch, Aso," Tam snickers before licking along his jaw and settling in to get some shuteye. “My bitch for right now, though."

How Nef tracked down Phae is a tale of its own, but to give you the highlights, she got a holdof his business partner, Hal, who cheated him, blackmailed the info out of him, told his wife he was cheating anyways because, and I quote, 'fuck 'em', before finding the mafia boss responsible for his disappearance after being unable to pay protection money. He didn't know anything as it turned out, so two days of raising hell in the Drezen underworld followed before finally yielding the result of Phae skipping town on a cargo freighter.

After that, a bit of shmoozing dock workers and sailors made it easy, though tedious, to track down a dragon with outrageous auburn fur. She finds him in a sleepy backwater mining town working as a doctor out of a local saloon. Never had Nef thought there's such a thing as keeping too low a profile, but the man had done it, traveling a light year away under the assumption his loan shark was a lot more powerful than he actually was. After being informed that simply skipping the city, let alone planet, was enough to be safe, Phae promptly let out a big sigh and accepted her offer as ship medic.

Privateering a local oil baron's hotsail, the overtuned craft cuts down their travel time considerably and they make it to the Cube Sphere early, giving them both more than enough time to enjoy the variety of bougie food and drink packed aboard. The asteroid is almost entirely a large pyrite formation and it's notable because such large deposits of the mineral don't form in space normally. It's likely a lost piece of cargo from a rogue mining freighter, but why would they be trading in something as low value is unknown to the Godbloods. It must have been for a display, or that's the most popular theory among the crew, anyways. Whatever it was for it makes a great spacemark now.

The two end up being about a day ahead of schedule and take time to catch up before the Aquila arrives at the site, docking to the smaller leisure craft. As soon as they do, Nef appears behind Aso at the helm, hugging from behind along his hips and nipping at his ears while Tam reunites with Phae.

“I know your ass is probably sore," She smirks, grabbing his already growing pant bulge, “But does you dick still work?"

“My dear, I haven't used it since we last met and I'm rather upset about it," Aso replies, making Rae nearly choke on her drink as she struggles not to chuckle thinking about all the things she's heard between the rough sex and occasional hatefucking Tam and Aso blared through the voice tubes around the ship.

With a bright reddish mane, a color that carries over to the fur along his legs and tail, Phae's face, arms, and chest bare a russet orange color with dapples of a darker brown. With red irises and a snout that curves down smoothly from his brow, he makes for a very soft and appealing, lithe figure padded with an incredibly voluminous coat of fur and a similar dressing habit to Tam of a loincloth with the addition of a sleeveless shirt. Narashim sniffs at him momentarily and then seems satisfied before returning to curling up with a book on anatomy.

“Ah, hello my boy!" Phae greets him with a smile, opening his arms and being pulled into a bear hug in which one hand almost immediately grabs his ass. “Ah, you're in a rut as ever."

“You complained one time when I didn't do it," Tam snorts.

“That was a joke, you know. Which I've also told you several times. Does this mean you're coy or just a bonehead?" Phae snickers.

“I've got a bone I'll be burying if you call me either again."

“You'll do it anyways!"

“A lot of people have been giving me that comeback lately."

“That means you've become predictable too!"

“Alright, you. Time for some reunion time between my dick and your ass."

“Ohh, you're always so easy to fluster when you're worked up!"

“Yeah? Put in some effort to calm me down with that mouth while we're at it."

With that, Tam carries him off to his quarters, and while Nef drags Aso off to their bedroom as well, Aramon and Rae have a field day giving the smaller ship the Yo-ho Special. That is, stripping it entirely of useful parts, including the things nailed down and indeed the nails themselves, before using the Aquilla to rope tow and slingshot release it into the nearest sun. The last thing they want is the Navy or someone else to monitor their favorite and most useful marker, after all.

“I love doing that," Aramon remarks as him and Rae watch with darkly tinted glasses as the ship gets near enough to the sun it alights, burning almost imperceptibly in the face of the gaseous celestial body.

“It's a pretty good time. Plug, I got a new seat cushion! Thanks, ya rich bastard!" She laughs.

“Does this feel better knowing it was owned by an oil baron?"

“Not just any oil baron! One that works for the bastard who stole my work! So, yes!"

“Must be hard not blasting apart oil ships every time we see them."

“You have no idea. But if I did the Navy would be on us in a heartbeat. There's a reason our most eminent and esteemed 'pirate queen' declared them untouchable. Artery of the economy and all that."

“You once told me you were going to find a way to get back at him. Figured that out yet?"

“Well, I still don't want him dead, I'm not that kind of vengeful. I want him utterly ruined and my patents restored. I've been thinking about getting Yskra involved to see if he can't machinate some kind of scandal that'll get his own board of investors to toss him out. So, no, not really, yet," Rae shrugs. “In the meantime, it's still a small consolation he's using my flawed steel processing formula, so if he hasn't fixed that, his empire should start rusting in another few years or so."

“What if you convinced Ano to build her own oil processing?"

“Between the engineers, builders, equipment, just drilling the stuff is a bitch. Pirates are also more about being mobile. Wouldn't work out."

“If anyone could build a mobile mining boat, it'd be you."

“Fitting the drill size you need alone would be undoable. You'd have to affix it like a mast that can push down with an engine in the brig or something crazy like that!"

“Probably strap who knows how many tanks to the sides of it and make it able to run on raw oil alone too, I bet."

“Yeah, but it wouldn't be able to leave planet without burning all of that up."

“It doesn't need to. So long as it can move faster than the Navy can snipe at a pirate-controlled planet."

“You son of a bitch…" She sighs, putting her glasses away. “I'll be sketching designs in my quarters if you need me. Can you handle getting this show on the road for a day?"

“Of course. It's a long trip ahead; might as well get started now."

Said trip takes about a week, a week that goes by in a haze of sketches, piloting, and constructing a small model for her ship design. For Aso and Nef, it's back-to-back sessions of sex, everything from Aso knotting her vent and blowing a sticky load straight into her womb to rough pegging with her strap on. For Phae and Tam, Phae spent about 36 hours being reacquainted with Tam's dick, both asleep and awake, and dispels his rut in the process so that anyone walking past him can finally breath easy knowing he'll ask before grabbing them by the scruff.

For the times Phae needs a break, Aramon swapped in, but Narashim has been otherwise enjoying his newfound breeding mount, no longer waiting when someone is desperate and needs a good puppy and instead hopping on the hapless shark every time he is in a compromising position or affectionately pawing and nipping at him with grumbles and growls he knows presses the man's buttons. Given Aramon doesn't protest much up and then moans like a girl when he's dicked down, Aso and Tam do nothing as Narashim pulls down his pants and mounts him while he's bent over a table examining a chart.

“I had no idea Nara was this frisky. Must be something about Aramon he likes," Aso notes as the two watch the big canine have his way, Aramon relenting and bracing against the table in a more comfortable position as the knotted cock sinks down just before popping in, fluffy balls resting warmly against his thighs. “You reckon it's the bratty attitude?"

“Nah, you have your moments with that too and he doesn't jump you like that. I think it's more because he's softer and presents an initial resistance before giving in," Tam replies thoughtfully. “He's also tighter."

“Tighter than me?"

“By a long shot. You give into pleasure and relax. Even when he's not in the mood, Aramon milks a dick like his life depends on it."

“Shit. I'll have to take notes."

“Eh, both types of submissive have their place. You can't exactly cuddlefuck him unless he's passed out."

“Fair point."

“You're both such dickwaffles," Aramon groans as Narashim picks up the pace, the knot popping out of his already loose hole from the repetitive sessions and thrusting in once more, knotfucking him and forcing cries and overwhelmed whiens from Aramon.

With a mixture of study and experience, Narashim knows exactly where his knot is pressing, and it milks several sticky strands of pre from Aramon before glowing red-orange cum pours from his cock onto the floor while the dick in his belly shoots ropes of semen deep inside. It begins to leak past the knot and down the feral's fluffy balls in viscous white drops, presenting quite the view indeed.

“Hey Nara," Aso says, catching his attention as he pants happily atop Aramon. “A handle of rum has your name on it if you can get two more rounds out of him."

With a wolfish smirk and a wink, Narashim's tendrils wrap around Aramon and set him on all fours along the floor before the horny feral hops on his back and wraps around him, thrusting his dick hard into the now very pliable shark and pounds away. It takes less than ten minutes for him to earn that bottle.

Arriving at the docks of the pirate capital, Aso is able to have the Aquilla landed at a small, quiet dock near the royal palace. The city itself is built on several large icesheets a part of the rings of the planet Teracryo that shares its name with the place, moving slow enough any impacting sheets don't smash each other but just fast enough any assaulting force would have a hard time so much as landing a shot on the fortress without being close enough the many, many, many garrison guns who trained to shoot with the motion would tear them apart.

There's a pirate code and it is law here, and the punishments for breaking it can be cruel. The standard array ranges from execution to exile to public beatings, but Pirate Queen Ano has found the unusual to be more effective. Public sexual embarrassment is the best course of action; the offender is not permanently injured in any way, their pride is utterly crushed, and they learn a lesson one way or another. Usually this involves stockades being placed on most rapscallions that break the code, and anyone can have their way with them as often as they'd like until their time is done. For those that have been very naughty, their punishment may involve being placed in a cage with a needy werewolf. For some, that is also a reward. Really, it depends on the temperament Ano puts them in before she throws someone in.

This is one of the few places the Godbloods can take a deep breath and know the next couple of days are truly safe. Opening the hatch to outside, Aso hails the familiar faces of the dock attendants, Aramon and Rae joining to help facilitate the unusual design of the Aquilla being docked sideways so unloading procedure can begin. One of the dock hands fetch guards, trusted among Ano to be both honorable and vigilant of one another to unload and move treasure on her behalf.

As the side panel of the ship is opened, a veritable array of lights hit the crew as gemstones and polished gold shine in the purple sunrays of the nearby star. It's a truly absurd mixture of both precious metals and gemstones, the crown jewel of it all a cut and polished sapphire the size of a particularly large watermelon. Tam personally carries the large jewel, having worked hard to tear through the ship and then from the hands of relic hunters that smashed apart the temple it was found within.

In addition to the haul is pieces of the new technology the Navy has been deploying for communications and weapons, along with bundles upon bundles of seeds for farming that are very hard to come by this deep in space. Things like basic grains or rice are easy enough to buy from farmers, but flowers, fruit trees, and berries are much harder to get. Until now, that is. And if that is not enough, Aso personally acquired bolts of silk in Ano's favorite colors. This doesn't break his personal haul record, but in terms of making the rest of the pirates and their tributes look lackluster when rankings are announced, he has outdone himself.

The guards move the haul to the vaults with the Godbloods supervising, and every piece of gold is accounted for in the end. The seeds are taken to the gardeners to use as they see fit, and the crew retire to their personal quarters in the palace. Teracryo is almost always lit up by the light of the nearby sun, and when it's not, its glow still reflects off the ice in the planet's rings such that night doesn't exist much here. Thus, it's always hubbub with activity, but Ano herself is asleep, so while Aramon, Tam, Rae, and Narashim are availing themselves to the luxuries of massages and fresh food, Aso and Nef turn in to get some sleep for their audience.

By the time the two wake up, the more competitive of the crews are grinding their teeth over how much they've been outdone. Tribute amounts are anonymously displayed, and given the highest far exceeds even 2nd place, it's not hard to figure out who it came from with rumors of a certain firemaned berserker with enough trust to carry a sapphire bigger than a dragon's balls in the direction of the personal vault of the pirate queen herself.

“This is exciting," Nef hums as she puts on her favorite black dress, Aso hauling himself out of bed with shaky legs from what she did with her tail before they slept. “I finally get to meet your mother AND the pirate queen!"

“I was honestly kind of worried you'd be nervous," Aso sighs in relief.

“Eh, after all we've been through, your mother not approving of me isn't the scariest thing."

“She will."

“Then I've nothing to fear! Now come on, let's get you dressed. And no, you can't wear your leather coat."

“Wha– why not?"

“Because I want to see my man in more than just one outfit. That, and in case you haven't forgotten, it's got a lot of Tam on it."

“Oh yeah… alrighty, I'll get my peacoat."

“Good boy!"

“Grrrm," Aso grumbles, blushing a little.

“Hehe," She giggles. “Don't worry, I'll stop. Can't be meeting your mother with your mast fully rigged, now can we?"

“Shuddap!" He snorts, prompting her to laugh and playfully swat him on the butt with her tail.

Shortly later, they are sitting down in a lovingly furnished room with paintings, hardwood furniture, sofas, and a coffee table, as well as a vase of flowers. It's a stark contrast to the utilitarian stone forts and ramshackle wooden shanty town building structure of the rest of Teracryo. They wait for a few minutes, a maid delivering tea with a curtsy before Ano enters wrapped in the silk Aso gifted to her the day before, now embroidered with gold and crystal. Wearing it like a sleeveless shirt that transitions into a sash, the monarch herself does not need to dress ostentatiously as she was already born appearing royal.

With snowy white down, the plumage along her forearms and head are grey and edged with sublime golden accents, a plume of longer feathers growing along her crest and hanging on either side of her head. Unusual for a bird, she does have a long tail which sprouts a wide fan of golden feathers and ends in gorgeous tassel. But the most center stage is her face, smooth and ornate with a gold layering along the curve of the beak and rich amber eyes with a depthless quality to them. The long feathers along her arms and tail necessitate such loose clothing, and given that she does not have breasts, she appears elegant rather than seductive.

“Ah, my boy! It's good to see you!" Ano croons, sweeping him up into a warm hug and placing him on his feet before he can even stand up. “And I see you brought Nef. Darling, it's good to finally meet you!"

“Likewise," Nef nods, accepting her greeting embrace. “I've heard much about you."

“Oh, I am glad I can say the same!" Ano smiles. “Truly, I was worried my sons were so fruity I was never going to get grandkids!"

The remark was so unexpected Nef lets out a short snrrrk as she covers up a laugh, receiving a small wry grin from Aso.

“Yes, yes, laugh it up mother. Despite being less than half your age, I've still slept with more powerful men than you," Aso says, crossing his arms.

“To be fair, I have been very busy with my career," Ano smirks, sitting down on the couch across from them and pouring herself some tea, taking a sip, “Yep, still tastes like grass."

Reaching into the air for a moment, it's like reality splits between her fingers and from a small golden opening she pulls a bottle of wine held along the neck with her thumb and index finger and a third talon hooked around the stem of a wine glass.

“I hear one of the new up and coming crews was very upset by your tribute, Aso. Apparently, Baja had to knock one of them out to prevent a brawl. Poor sods went out of their way to hunt a star whale and bring back a bust of me carved from its skull, and then you turn around and drop the biggest gemstone ever conceived in my lap. Then again, it's only proper the family line continues to show them how it's done," She chuckles, pouring herself a glass. “Oh, where are my manners, would you like some Nef? Aso is the only one here that I know likes tea; he gets it from his father."

“Yes," Nef replies, happily putting down her teacup and producing her own glass with a shadowy flourish, making the monarch grin as much as one can with a beak.

“I think we'll get along famously."

“I don't think it's ever come up, Aso. Who is your father?" Nef asks after Ano finishes pouring her a drink."

“Admiral Ganda," Aso answers smoothly, drinking his tea happily.

“Uh-huh, very funny," Nef says dryly. “Should I be under the impression you came out of a cabbage then?"

“Oh, no, he's telling the truth my dear. The admiral gave me two sons before we mutually split some time back," Ano interjects. “Handsome, rugged, sharper than any sword, man was the full package. Such a shame he could never see he was serving much worse people than I with his career."

“Who?" Nef asks.

“Nobility and politicians. Insane taxes and ridiculous ways they're spent, denying the poor food, so on and so forth. Even in my little pirate wonderland, farmers and tradefolk find better lives than otherwise. Such is why Baja and I combined our crews and started this place. I'm under no illusion, it's far from perfect, mind you. But even so, it feels… genuine. No birthrights, no monopolies, only status and coin earned by necessity, wit, and weapon."

“I can appreciate that," Nef nods.

“Speaking of Baja, that reminds me Aso, he wanted to talk to you. He's in his study. Why don't you leave me with some time to learn about Nef, just the two of us? No other way I'll get any juicy details out of her," Ano chirps.

“Fine, but I'm taking the tea," Aso says in good humor.

“Please do!"

Parting with a quick kiss from Nef, Aso carries the tea tray the short distance to Baja's office, the living space in the palace small in and of itself to make room for storage of weapons and food below and a myriad of defenses above.

“Enter," Baja says, his voice deep and gravely.

He looks up as Aso does so, giving him a short wave and setting down his writing quill.

“Ah, Aso, good to see you. I trust the solar winds have been kind?" He asks, crossing his arms.

Primarily appearing as a grey wolf with a white underbelly, he's a tall and heavily built man with broad shoulders and a stern attitude, black geometric markings across his arms, chest, and face appearing painted on but are in fact a part of his coat. The fur grows extra thick along his neck and tail, a mane growing atop his head trimmed short with two perked ears poking out of it. His eyes are an intense orange color, and even more daunting is the massive set of scars across his chest that have turned gold from the treatment he received to heal them.

Cloistered in his own study as he is, he has forgone his usual attire of rugged pants and an elegant shirt to sit comfortably in his underclothes.

“Kind enough the Navy hasn't landed a hit on me in ages," Aso replies. “Would you like some tea?"

“I very much would. My throat is a little sore."

Baja's study is small and mostly taken up by his desk and a table with a few chairs for small meetings, the walls lined with bookshelves stuffed full of reading material and ledgers. Aso opts to set the teaset down on the table, pouring a cup and placing one sugar inside as he remembers his mentor enjoying it. Handing it to him on a coaster, Baja sips gratefully before placing it down and motioning him to take a seat.

“I wanted to talk to you about being a terror upon the Navy," Baja says.

“Oh, have you got some plan in the works?"

“The opposite. I need you to trim your sails on that venture."

“Come again?" Aso asks, confused.

“It's rather hard to negotiate with anyone when your own protégé is actively robbing them. Especially the Navy."

“Have they finally started to cave to negotiations in recognizing Ano's territories?"

“No –"

“Then fuck 'em!"

“But," Baja continues with a sigh, “They are agreeing to parlay and speak about terms of not attacking all ships in our enforced territories. That may not seem like much but that's very big because we can then prove our waters are safe and our gold plentiful for anyone looking to make a deal. Our biggest supply issue right now is gunpowder, no matter how many barrels our crews bring back. There's going to come a day Ano isn't here to blast Navy ships into cinders, and we want to assure this place can continue to defend itself without us."

“Okay. I see your point. But counter argument: they shoot at me first."

“We could also use the raw stone and wood deliveries too. I think it will come as no surprise pirates are rather shit at gathering both in any useful capacity."

“But Navy ships are like traveling ports I can resupply at!"

“Aso, this is serious and you're one of the few that is brazen enough to hit and run Navy ship. Hell, I know I encouraged it from the start, but now that they're willing to negotiate, you have to give us a chance to try. If they blow it, that's on them, and then you can start pounding them again with your chase cannons."

“Speaking of hit and run, when's the last time we did that?"

Baja lets out an exhausted grunt, realizing Aso was just fucking with him, “It's been some time."

“It's been some time since I've felt varnished wood on my back..."

“Will you take it easy on the Navy ships for me?"

“I need to clean some rust off the ship's hull anyhow."

“Alright," Baja says, standing and taking a slow walk around his desk, calmly moving the tea set to it before suddenly grabbing Aso by the collar and pinning him against the table. “Then I will do this for you."

Aso's belt is gone and his pants already half pulled off in the next moment, the two pressing their muzzles together in a fierce kiss after so long apart. Baja taught him to know when to wield and sheathe a sword in more ways than one, and those old instincts from their relationship kick in like the last time they held one another was yesterday. The dragon spreads his legs as Baja kicks off his undercloth, erect already and slapping his warm, pulsing rod against Aso's sheath before he pulls his hips back and slips downward.

The older wolf has not had his fires dimmed with age, and pre is already dripping from his tip from the time he has gone without a good ass. He lifts Aso up by the legs to give his rear a few good licks across the hole before bodily pinning him against the table, sinking himself into the dragon until his large knot is pressing warmly against his entrance.

“Not as tight as you used to be," Baja huffs. “Who else have you been letting in?"

“Yes," Aso replies through a moan, getting an amused snort out of him.

“Rrrf~ You'll have to let me know how I compare to them after I'm done with you."

With that, he begins to thrust into his former pupil, quickly working up to a familiar rough pace that makes their hips loudly slap together and Baja pant as Aso squirms beneath him, a glorified hole that praises and begs for more as Baja growls like a motor above him. It's the kind of sex that leaves a man sore and aching the day after, but in the moment the rush of blood and pleasure goes to Aso's head so fast he begins to get a little too loud.

The door is thick but not soundproof, Baja shutting him up by putting a thumb in his mouth and ordering him to suck. Aso is grateful Nef pegged him several hours before this as the wolf drives his knot back into its old stomping ground, slamming it directly against the dragon's prostate. Aso feels his dick fill with warmth but doesn't realize he's cumming until he's hit with a tide of pleasure a moment later, Baja knotfucking him forcefully and making up for all the time they've missed as he milks him for every drop.

With a suppressed snarl, Baja hilts himself balls deep and fires off a massive shot of cum, Aso able to feel it spill into his belly on the initial spurt and fill with warmth from the rest of the wolf's balls emptying themselves. Baja continues to make small, spasming thrusts, the two of them locked in a warm, heavy glow that takes its sweet time fading. Letting out a relieved breath from his blue balls being solved, Baja stands up straight and stretches out, audibly popping several joints.

There then comes a knock at the door and the two are powerless as Ano and Nef stride in.

“We were thinking about getting luncheon, what are you two –" Ano stops midsentence, seeming entirely unsurprised and stopping only to blink before continuing. “What sounds good? I'll get it delivered to your quarters, Baja."

“Ah, I see where you get this from now, love," Nef remarks amusedly.

“Look at him. Can you blame me?" Aso ripostes.

“No," Both Ano and Nef reply at the same time before looking at each other and laughing.

“Oh, good. Now there's two of them," Baja sighs, massaging his temples.

“Sorry to ruin the mood," Ano chuckles. “Do you want some help getting back to your quarters? I recall it takes you some time to 'untie'."

“That would be appreciated…" The wolf answers bashfully.

“Just make sure he can sit down for dinner, yes? Ta ta!"

A gold light envelopes the two, suddenly Baja standing alongside his bed with Aso laid across it.

“She forgot our clothes…" Aso notes.

“I can assure you that was on purpose," Baja huffs, letting out a grunt as he picks up Aso to move him, grinding his oversensitive cock inside the dragon as he picks him up. “Get the covers, would you?"

Aso moves the blankets back with his tail and Baja lays the two of them down, pulling the warm covering back over the two of them and then wrapping himself around the dragon affectionately. Baja is emotionally cold – he has to be in a position of authority – but in this moment, his need for physical touch overrides his normal proclivities as he hugs Aso close, tucking his chin over his head.

“I missed this," Aso murmurs into his neck fur.

“Yeah, me too. I still think we shouldn't do it. But I seem to only remember until after my dick is stuck in you."

“I've never abused our relationship."

“That's the only reason I let it continue. That. And you're practically a custom fit at this point."

“Hah. But to answer your question: you're still the best fuck around."

“Heh. Good to hear."

“Maybe a bit out of practice…"

“Tch. Give me breather and then we'll see how I do now that I'm warmed up."

“I'm not going anywhere," Aso chuckles.

“No. No you are not," He smirks, cracking the first smile he's had in weeks.