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To The Sky

Storm leaned back against the mast up in the crow's nest, relaxing after a hard day's work navigating the Storm of the Rift for captains Ilorek and Valencia. The cool sea breeze whipped at his feathers and fur, pleasing him in such a way he couldn't help but chirp a pleasant tune as his keen eyes focuses on the island that was cresting the southern horizon. Below him a couple dozen different crew members were milling about, pulling on ropes and adjusting the sails to catch the wind.

The gryphpn's job was lax at the time, and would be until they reached the Ijimulian archipelago when he had to help guide the ship: The Storm of the Rift - aptly named as Storm's flagship (or at least he liked to tell people). It was the largest pirate ship sailing the Ijimulian ocean or navigating the archipelago, making Storm's job the hardest of any navigators. The only ship larger and more cumbersome than the Storm of the Rift was the royal Navy Flagship - the Gem of the Ijimulian - captained by Talba and Vaulix and previously navigated by Storm himself.

He had served in the navy for years before being betrayed by the crown and defecting to the more free and fun position aboard a pirate ship, where he was finding life to be far more rewarding, pleasant, and engaging. On a royal navy ship, life revolved around scheduling, ordinance, and the chain of command with the captains having final say in all decisions, while things were quite different on a free ship. While the captains still had final say, Storm felt like he had some agency in his future and the path of the Storm of the Rift itself.

In retrospect, he would have loved to properly thank the crew of the Stone Skipper for making the mistakes they had made that led to his invitation aboard the Storm of the Rift.

After years of dealing with being bossed around, told what to do, disregarded upon making suggestions, and wishing for time off to more thoroughly enjoy himself, he had already been considering retirement before he defected. Then, when the captains put him on a near-impossible mission to entrap a pirate ship and find passage to South Sanctuary Cove - the biggest of the pirate strongholds - the Gem of the Ijimulian abandoned him in the path of a cyclone, leaving him to die.

That was all the proof he needed to make the leap to the life of a free bird.

Pirates still maintained a surprising sense of order and discipline while sailing, but life still seemed to be very relaxed compared to the rigidity of the life of a naval officer. When Captains Ilorek and Valencia issued a command, it was for the safety of the crew and the overall morale on deck, not because they felt the need to control. They asked Storm opinions instead of demanding answers, and they had no problem accepting the few times they were wrong and were happy to take suggestions even when they didn't ask for it because they trusted their crew and they trusted Storm.

Certainly a pirate's life for him. Though he was operating outside the law, the crew members weren't the kind to harm free-roaming boats or ships, as they were more about freedom and unity against the oppression of the shore than anything else. On land, they were constricted to rule by a king or empress or president or vicar, but on the open ocean a pirate was his own drake, making up their own rules and living in a world where everyone cared about each other and were working for a common goal. Rather than focus on the sacking and plundering of forts or ships, they sought after gems and treasures and food and seed to trade.

Midway through Storm's daydream wherein he was reminiscing about his path to the place he'd ended up, the gryphon's keen eyes spotted what appeared to be a massive beast just below the water's surface ahead of them, it's bulbous body just out of view for anyone on deck. From what he could see, it looked to be gently moving port-bound. "Beast Ho! Directly ahead of us!" He shouted down to Ilorek. "Ease Starboard and it should pass!"

The ship heaved and lurched to the side as the rudder steered, bow diverging itself from a path that would have rammed the beast. Storm had to hold on tight as the mast high above the deck swayed far over to the side, nearly spilling him out. As the ship passed the creature and he regained his balance, he looked down to see what they had nearly struck.

Though he wasn't sure of its name or what it might have been, the creature appeared to be at least fifty meters long - absolutely massive - in the shape of a sleek whale with tentacles where its fins should have been and the waving wings of a squid down its side. Majestic, but frightening at the same time. Given Storm's command over lightning magic, he was certain that if it attacked the ship he could help to fend it off, but given that the creature was half the length of the vessel, he wasn't sure he possessed the strength to combat it.

Luckily, the Storm of the Rift sailed past its potential monster to carry on towards the densely packed islands ahead of them. While he was marveling a the size and mystery of it, Valencia fluttered her way up to the crow's nest with him, Pluvian in tow.

"What was that?" She asked, somewhat winded as she landed on the bannister next to him. Even up there, she was barely as tall as he. "Been a while since we saw something that size."

"I don't think I've seen something that big since joining the navy. Glad it doesn't seem to have any interest in us. Let's just keep heading to the island." He suggested, happy to have avoided the danger of the deep. Content to move on, the two simply kept an eye on the bloated looking beast until it was far behind them and they could safely make the rest of the trip to their destination.

"So, did you hear why we're going to Othazere Island?" Valencia asked after an elongated period of time. "Has anyone told you?"

Storm shook his head. "Not yet. I've heard rumblings of new recruits but I've not delved too deep into the mill of rumors."

"Well the rumors are right. There's some seafaring mammal looking to become one of us. The Fortune of the Stone Skipper found her at a port as she was helping to repair ships, begging every captain to hire her since she wanted to experience the sea. Captain Tzerin hired her to fix some problems with a leak, and then she stowed away on their vessel. When they found her, they were met with an impassioned plea for employment, and I'm sure you know that crew can't turn down someone with passion and skill." Valencia winked at Storm, referring to his entry into the pirate life.

He nodded slowly. "You are correct. Can't wait to meet her." He was naturally trying to hide his excitement, but he was quite happy to have an excuse to see the crew of that ship again, as he'd only seen them once since parting ways with them months prior. It would be nice to see Tzerin and Freia and Ichaya and Anax and especially Febii again. It would be quite nice to be with them on the other side of the ritual.

For now, he had to relax and gently guide the ship towards Othazere Island.

Meanwhile, The Fortune of the Stone Skipper had weighed anchor next to the Spirit of Dalonia - Captained by Ceylon and Leera - just off shore of Othazere Island and the crew had made their way to the beach. There, they met up with the rest of the pirates already waiting.

The entire group of almost two dozen seafarers sat around a massive bonfire with trunks full of ice and drinks and fruit and foods that they would be cooking for the celebration that night. The captains of the Spirit of Dalonia had already both approved the new member of the crew but decided that the best place for her would be aboard the Storm of the Rift, since it was the largest ship in the pirate fleet by a wide margin at over one hundred meters from bow to stern.

Tzerin sat on a log, idly poking at the crackling flames with Ichaya on one side and Freia on the other. "So what is gonna happen with her if Ilorek choses not to take her?" He asked Ceylon, referring of course to the potential otter recruit, Lexi.

Ceylon's co-captain and mate Leera shifted her coils in the sand to partially bury herself as he answered. "Well I guess either my ship or yours will have to take her. She's entirely too qualified to ignore, and I love her desire to be one of us. That alone should be reason to join us." He explained as Leera rested her snake head on his lap, offering him to gently stroke down her spine. "Or maybe I'll just feed her to my girl here."

"I don't do seafood." Leera joked. "Aquarian mammals are not my thing; I'll stick to whole cows and pigs when we make port."

The rest of the crew around the fire laughed, and Tzerin perked an ear, unsure of how serious Ceylon had been about feeding the potential newbie to the naga.

From the Fortune of the Stone Skipper, the entire crew was there in various states of inebriation. Tzerin was of course only a little sloshed as he needed to be lucid for the invitation ceremony, while his first mate Ichaya was well on her way to losing all motor functions in her wings. Freia didn't generally drink and she often felt like she needed to watch over others so she remained entirely sober while Cero and Anax were both already laying flat in the sand to absorb the sun as best they could. Febii was out walking up and down the beach with Lexi, telling her about all the lewd things she'd done with the other crew members while Rufus chewed on some jerky.

From the Spirit of Dalonia, Captains Ceylon and Leera sat on a log next to the fire while Toumak was out gathering sticks and wood to fuel the flame. Vinn, Rachelle, and and Vasmeth were nowhere to be found, likely indulging in some good old pirate boning in the nearby woods, while Yetzer, Dolus, and Theodit were all building up a second bonfire with the help of Rex, Kagero, and Palusa.

Many, many pirates all in one place with dozens more to come once the Storm of the Rift would show up. Going to be a lot of pirates to decide what to do with one eager otter.

Freia stood up and saluted to the captain before walking over to the group building the second bonfire, leaving the captains to chat among themselves. "Rex, can I borrow you?" She asked, beckoning towards the dark-furred feline. He was a new recruit and the most recent one to be accepted among the NLF - Nautical Liberation Front - and thus the best candidate to give Lexi what she needed to understand what she was getting herself into.

"Yeah, sure. Or, I mean aye-aye?" He saluted, ear flicking.

"I'm not your captain, you need not salute or say aye. Just follow me." She smiled and took him by the hand, her toes sinking into the sand every step as she guided him over to Febii and Lexi. As they approached, she could hear their conversation.

Febii - only a few inches taller than Lexi - had this look of utter delight on her face. "-And no matter what you do, nobody's going to judge you if you you wanna fool around with literally every other person on the ship. It's the true meaning of freedom."

Lexi seemed a bit more reserved in general. "But I don't want to do that. I just want to be free, swim in the ocean, search for treasure, and have fun."

"Is that not how you have fun ashore?"

"It can be, sure, but it's not why I wanted to join your crew. I didn't have a hard time finding sea men to bed with if I desired, but it wasn't really something I desired often. Is that why you do this?"

Febii stopped and gently folded up her wings on her back, clearly a little offended. "Well, no it's not why I joined the crew, but the liberation I felt as a pirate gave me all the confidence I needed to live a life free of shame." She blinked a few times before her bubbly and chipper demeanor came back. "So is it the ladies you like? I'm sure I could set aside some time from my busy schedule if you and me were to-"

Freia cut her off as she stepped in between the two girls with Rex in tow. "Actually, I was thinking maybe we can introduce our girl here to Rex. He's the newest recruit aboard the Spirit of Dalonia, so I was thinking he can maybe help her see what it's like and help her adjust to the life on the seas when compared to what she was living ashore. The rest of us are all quite accustomed to life below deck, but she might need a fresh perspective." She ushered the tiger and otter together. "Lexi, meet Rex. Rex, meet Lexi." She bowed and grabbed Febii by the arm, gently urging her away from the two noobs.

"Aw come on, what's this all about Freia?" She asked, pulling her arm away from the neko's grasp. "I was just telling her the awesome stuff she can do without watchful eyes judging her."

Freia smiled and nodded, one ear drooping. "I know that, Febs. Just like everyone else on the sea, however, she has to find her own path. Maybe she wants that, maybe she just has an affliction towards shiny stuff. We won't know until she gets out on the open ocean and has a few island raids under her belt. In the mean time, try to back off a bit, will you?"

Febii reluctantly nodded. "Aw, alright. Fine. But can I at least offer her some-"

"Maybe later. Look, seems the Storm of the rift is here." Freia pointed towards the cliff as a massive ship came sailing near the rock walls, its half dozen or so gray and red sails catching the wind. Even from shore, the sounds of Storm steering the vessel could be heard, guiding them through the tricky waters in the cove. One by one, the sails were lowered and tied down, leaving only one guiding them as they came into position on the other side of the Stone Skipper, leaving that tiny ship sandwiched between the two largest pirate ships known to the modern world.

Febii squeaked as she jumped up and down, hands balled up in fists and teeth bared in the widest grin. "Finally here! Yayyy!"

In the distance, Storm's powerful shout could be heard again. "Weigh anchor, lower the sails! We're here!" The crew did as navigated, and quickly boarded a half dozen boats to come ashore, leaving no pirate behind. However, Storm himself simply dove from the crow's nest to spread his wings and glide to the beach, landing heavily near the surf, his posture showing off clear pride in himself.

As he stood, he quickly shot out his wings to clear them of sand before folding them back up. "My friends! I see you started the party without us!" He declared with a grin. "Pity, really. Would have been fun to be there for the inception! Meat! Time for some meat and fruit!"

"Not yet, Storm. We were going to discuss the new recruit, first. Then we eat." Ceylon dissuaded him. "The captains of all three ships will go to the side, discuss what we know, and share to decide where would best suit her. My ship took the last one, so it'll probably be yours but we won't know until we've had a discussion."

Storm kindly bowed. "Fair; But I'm still gonna much on a starfruit in the meantime, maybe have a drink."

"Sure, go ahead."

"Alright!" He reached into one of the ice-chilled trunks and grabbed a single fruit and a bottle of coconut rum, happily heading away from the bonfire with the captains to join up with Freia and the others. He sidled up next to her, his massive frame dwarfing hers, as he elbowed her on the shoulder. "Want a drink? I'm making a Pelili, Coconut rum and sweet star fruit juice."

She kept her arms crossed as she glanced sidelong up at him with a half-cocked grin. "Come on, Storm. You know I'm not much of a drinker." She elbowed him back on the hip, jokingly getting close to his jewels. "You trying to loosen me up?"

He smiled, beak partially agape. "Always." With one motion, he fell back onto his rump and pulled Freia down onto his lap, each of his hands holding onto drink and fruit as he leaned up against the edge of the sandbar where beach met the tangled roots of the jungle. "Come here, sit and relax, they don't need you watching over them, not today." As he pulled her down onto him, she rested up against his chest and he lightly preened at her hair, purring gently as he did so.

Freia resisted at first, not fully appreciative of his strong-arming of her, but she knew his strength and remembered his compassion so she found herself able to relax. "They may not need my watchful eye, but Rufus and myself keep our crew safe; it's what we do. I can't just turn off my protective instincts towards my family."

"I respect that, and the Stone Skipper is lucky to have you, but sometimes it's okay to let go. There will be dozens of capable pirates on this island, and most of them are well-skilled in fighting even when drunk, so we're gonna be fine." He popped the cork of his rum, took a waft of it, and squeezed the fruit to extract the juice from the star fruit, giving the rum a peach-mango color. "You sure you don't want any?"

She nodded and shifted in place, nestling into Storm's chest feathers. "I am sure, but this is nice. I missed you."

"Missed you, too." As they settled in with storm having a drink and freia relaxing in his lap, the rest of the crew from the Storm of the Rift arrived on their boats, with Ilorek and Valencia as the last ones to come ashore. By the time all the crew members were on the beach, there were over two dozen pirates all singing songs and banging on drums and playing with flames while getting lewd with one another in a shameless way only a pirate could.

Ceylon, Ilorek, Leera, Tzerin, and Valencia all went aside on their own to discuss the fate of Lexi while she and Rex sat by the flames, chatting about their experiences thus far. The day was still young and noon had just passed, so it was a long time before night would fall and there would require a lot of booze to render Storm too drunk to perform, so he kept drinking from the bottle of rum as he got increasingly frisky with Freia.

His free hand wrapped around her belly, claws lightly digging into her flesh enough to be felt but not bloody as his beak leaned in to nuzzle against her cheek. "So, now's the time if you wanted to maybe finish what we started when we first met." He said with a deep rumbling voice. "I could tell the way you looked at me that you wanted a piece as well as Febii did." He was, of course, referring to the time she walked in on him and Febii, tied together between the bars of the brig in the Stone Skipper.

She looked up at him and lightly patted his cheek. "Oh dear, I think you may have been mistaking me for someone else. I'm not that kind of girl!"

"Not even with a strapping stud of a gryphon like me? Strange, I thought all girls were that kind of hen when I presented myself." His voice lowered, warmth of his breath tickling at her neck and the back of her furred ear. "I mean, not that I'd blame you, and I can tell you're the kind of woman who tries real hard to remain independent and strong, but really you want a good knotting as much as anyone else. Remember, this is a time to let go of your reservations, have some adventure; isn't that what a pirate's life is all about?"

While still remaining on his lap, she spun around to look him in the face, ears up and tail flicking out behind her. "You certainly drive a hard bargain, very pushy sales tactics. You would be right at home ashore pushing your wares, if your wares included those jewels of yours." She reached down and grabbed him between the legs, giving the gentlest of squeezes. "Of course, you're pretty possessive so I have a hard time thinking you'd be willing to part with any part of yourself." She let go and slowly dragged her hands up his crotch over his loincloth to gently caress his abs before losing her fingers in his chest feathers. Just as she straddled his hips and started grinding up against her, Ilorek called out from down the beach as the captains returned.

"Pirates! Seafarers of the Ijimulian! Free men and women and drakes and bitches and everything in between, a simple decree has been come to! Lexi, come join us, darling!"

The otter hopped up from the log next to Rex as she bounded he way over to the captains. "Aye, captain!" She said with a salute.

Ceylon stepped forward, putting his hand on her shoulder, Leera's head resting on his with her body draped down his spine between his folded wings. "After much deliberation and comparing the environments of the three ships present, it has been decided that the best place for you, Lexi, is of course the Storm of the Rift. While I'd love to have a wonderful plucky pirate such as yourself aboard the Spirit of Dalonia, my ship isn't as large as the Storm of the Rift and, let's be honest, my crew is a bit more eccentric in a particular way than I understand you are keen on." He looked over to Rachelle, Theodit, and Kagero, all of which he'd recreationally consumed at least once, then over to Dolus, Yetzer, and Vas, all of which were insatiable predators. "Yeah, not the crew for her."

Ilorek spoke up. "And we need someone who can do repairs so you'd be invaluable on our ship. Plus, we have a very large crew and you seem like a sociable girl. We'd love to put you on the Stone Skipper, but their ship can't really carry another crew member comfortably and we don't wish to make anyone uncomfortable." He reached out to shake her hand. "Welcome to the Storm of the Rift, young lady!"

Lexi grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, a broad toothy grin peeling her lips apart. "It's an honor to be accepted! So what's next?"

Valencia stepped in between them and leaned in close, whispering in her ear loud enough for the onlookers to hear. "Now, you drink and party and have a good time. The plunder and pillaging and treasure hunting comes later." She pulled back and raised Lexi's hand high. "Time for a party in honor of our new pirate! Whooooooot!"

Every single pirate present raised their hands to the sky, cheering and bellowing approval. It was always a cause for celebration when another once-unfortunate landlubber broke from the bonds of the shore to embrace the freedom inherent with the pirate life, and pirates were always happy to find an excuse to drink and make a mess of themselves.

Amidst the chaos of drinking and barbecuing that ensued, Storm took a deep swig of the bottle of rum to finish it off before pulling Freia in close. "Now that the ceremony is complete, what say you and I make some waves. Just you, and I, and the crow's nest."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes in playful exasperation, yet couldn't help but purr to herself. "Sure, why not? You gonna fly us there?"

"I don't see why not. You're pretty small compared to me, so I think my wings can carry you with ease." He stood up and tossed her around behind him, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck and hold on. He tossed the bottle to the side and spread his wings near the flame, catching the billowing heat as he went to take off.

Ilorek laughed, stopping Storm in his tracks. "Where ya goin'? Isn't the party here on the beach?"

Freia shook her head. "Perhaps, but we're looking for something a bit more private, if you don't mind."

Usually Storm would be happy to take his ladies right in the view of the others in a display of dominance or pride, but he knew from what little he'd encountered Freia that she was more the reserved type, and thus would be far more comfortable away from the prying eyes of others. She may have shared a ship with Febii, but their personalities were very far from one another. "You're free to join us, if you'd like." He offered the captain.

"No thanks! I've got my Val for tonight. You two go along; scoot!" He sat back down and wrapped his arm around Valencia, allowing Storm and Freia their freedom.

As such, the gryphon spread his wings again and leapt into the sky, catching the warm updraft from the bonfire to buoy him over the shore and allowing him to glide with ease over to the deck of the Storm of the Rift. While he could have made a few passes around the ship to gain the altitude needed to land gracefully in the crow's nest, Storm liked the drama of making her climb up the rigging and the ladder of the mast more. As he set down on deck, he knelt and let her step off his back, a sly grin on his face.

"Any reason we're not up there?" She asked, pointing up the mast to the crow's nest. "You said you were flying us there!"

"I said I was flying us to the ship. And let's be honest, I like getting a good look at that booty, so start climbin' girl, you first." He winked at her. She scowled back. He chirped. She rolled her eyes and hopped onto the first rungs of the ladder, starting to climb up. "You better make this work it, feathers." She scoffed at him, flicking her tail at his beak as she got high enough on the rigging to head up.

Storm lightly grabbed at her rump and swung around, climbing up the ladder after her with his eyes trained on her ass, a gaping grin on his beak as he imagined all the lewd thing he'd get to do to it. As they climbed, they heard a symphony of oceanic ambiance, as the creaks and groans of the ship played amidst the white noise of the waves splashing on the hull and the gulls squawking all around the Kaji cove. Eventually, the two made it to their destination and Storm hopped up after her to latch the trap door closed beneath them. Aboard the Storm of the Rift, they were more than twenty-five meters above the deck on the central mast with two more over twenty meters near the helm and bow, giving them the best view of the cove; and even the smallest waves made the crow's nest sway heavily from side to side.

Far, far beneath them the crew members of all three ships could be seen dancing and fooling around, drinking booze and scrapping with one another, having the greatest of times while Storm and Freia relaxed high above the gently rocking ship. To his keen eyes, the gryph was even able to witness as Yetzer swallowed Rex, feet first! Not a common thing, but perhaps that's why Lexi wasn't guided towards the Spirit of Dalonia. Lots of vore going on there and she evidently wasn't into any of that.

Freia leaned over the tall bannister of the crow's nest, flicking her tail as she soaked in the glorious view. "So now what, big burd? You've got me all alone away from the prying eyes of the rest of the crew, what's the next step in your devious plan?"

He stepped up behind her, unbuckling the belt that wrapped tight around his waist that held up his loincloth and sheath for his cutlass, leaving him completely nude. "Well, I have more than a few ideas I'd like to present, but let's hear from you first." He stepped close to her, pressing his body up against her back so she could feel every bit of him. Instinctively, a deep rumble of a purr billowed up in him and the gentle vibrations coaxed the same back out of her as she glanced back over her shoulder.

"I have to say, Storm, I'm not usually the kind to so readily present myself like this, but I've not been able to get you out of my mind ever since we parted ways that day after the hurricane. I confess, part of me wanted to drop all my pretense of rigid stoicism and party like Febii, but my instincts remained pure, and my desires focused on protecting the crew I consider my family." She turned so that she was leaning with her back against the wood of the bannister, arms up on the wood with all of Storm's drakely presence in full view; given that he was nearly twice her height, it was hard to not concentrate on his sheath, and not the one that held his cutlass.

The gryph leaned over her, one hand on the railing as his massive form hovered above her. "I also confess I tend to have that effect on people. Forgive me if I'm irresistible."

Freia gulped heavily and grinned her toothy grin, nodding. "You are forgiven." She whispered as she leaned into him, pressing her hands on either side of his sheath with palms laid flat against the groove between hip and thigh, peeling his skin back to reveal the bulbous girth of his cock tip. She bit her lip and chewed on a fingernail as she got a good, long look at his package.

"Like what you see?" He asked, bucking his hips a bit to ease more of his length out of its black sheath, the glistening purple flesh throbbing and swelling against her touch. "You really better do something about it, though; the more you provoke it, the more it demands." His voice tightened into a hiss as he stared down at her.

She stood tall, defiant and proud as she unbuttoned her blouse, lifting it up over her head and tossing it to the floor of the crow's nest, exposing her rotund breasts. "I do like what I see, navigator. Tell me, with your keen eyes, do you like what you see?" As she spoke, she unbuckled her belt and stepped out of her pants, leaving her entirely nude, a toothy grin on her face as her silken white locks blew in the wind.

Storm leaned in close to her, pressing his loins up against her chest for the tip to rest between her breasts. "I think you know the answer to that." He growled with a light bucking motion, the arch of his back peeling more of his sheath away from his length with the aid of the cradling of her chest.

Freia bent back over the side of the railing to let him ease more of his cock along her chest between her breasts, squeezing them along either side of him to caress him that way. As she heaved her chest up and down, the soft flesh of her breasts massaging him, she felt a gooey film form around his member that slickened her skin, leaving trailing messes of goo all over her. Curious, she arched her neck and gave his tip a gentle lick to see how it tasted.

"They call it a delicacy in some parts of the world." Storm informed her, playing sexy with the fact that she was eager to lick and suck on his tip. "So I urge you to be greedy and take as much as you can, it might be the last time you have the opportunity." He finished with another buck, his cock tip penetrating her lips as she tried to suckle; he didn't even mind that her sharp teeth snagged around the rim a bit.

"Hmmmm, yes." She said in between light licks and a gentle suckle. His juices were quite powerful compared to others, acrid and musky to the point it seemed to coat her nostrils and block out all other aromas; even the pleasant smells of the ocean were lost on her. Still, it was the good kind of powerful, overbearing in such a way that she quickly found herself insatiably drawn to him, hungering for more of his sweet juices, and the only way to get more was to coax it from his depths.

She kept at him, rubbing her breasts up and down his length, lightly squeezing around his knot before sliding her way back up to his tip where his backwards-facing nubs caught on her. This wasn't unpleasant for either, so she took this as a hint that she should squeeze harder, using her tits to pleasure him as wholly as possible even as her lips teased his tip every few thrusts.

He grabbed her by the hair behind the ear and held her in place, using it for leverage as he leaned into her, raising one leg to the bannister of the crows nest while leaning over her. She kept at him the whole time, so he let go of her hair and grabbed at the rope wrapped around the mast, proudly displaying for anyone who got a proper look of him standing high above deck with his legs spread and Freia eagerly working his member.

In her mind, Freia felt a little reluctant and even a bit shameful that she'd so easily and quickly succumbed to his wiles and the promise of his massive equipment, but that didn't stop her from sliding her chest up and down his length to pleasure every inch of him. She just couldn't help herself, she had an insatiable desire for him; maybe it had something to do with the feline in both of them, his pheromones might have been working overtime on her. The softness of her skin complimented the sliminess of his length, working together to create just the right friction between them to satisfy them each.

When a thick spurt erupted from the end of his member and spiderwebbed all over her face, she stopped stroking him with her breasts and instead wrapped her hands around his knot to guide him directly into her maw.

"Whoa there, watch the teeth." Storm cautioned her, then grinned. "Or, maybe do watch them, and don't be afraid to use them. I like it a bit rougher than most."

She nodded enthusiastically before she started bobbing her head back and forth, her hands working at his shaft and knot to pleasure him and feel the swelling girth in her palms. Up and down she stroked, rotating her wrist to shine up his knot lobes as she eased her lips down his shaft, suckling gently with tongue caressing and undulating under his throbbing length to coax all the creamy mess from her he could conjure up for her.

It was a delicacy, she needed more of it and the more the tasted the more she needed. Hungry for all she could get, she pulled her lips off the tip and brushed her cheek past his shaft, licking down its length and giving each of his knot lobes a gentle kiss while caressing and massaging his sheath and balls. Her delicate fingers traced along each and every vein as the gryphon throbbed and bucked up against her, both of them equally eager for the other to continue.

"Hmmmm, yes. Yesssss!" She hissed at him, continuing to slobber and nuzzle at his cock as though she were a slave to it. In her mind - at least in that very minute - she felt like she was worshiping those twin orbs and the throbbing, bulging shaft before her, and she was offering herself to his desires in the most true form of submission. Still, the more she felt and the more she tasted the more she wanted, the stronger her desire and the more devout her worship to the point where her motions were growing erratic and desperate.

Though eager beyond her own personal comprehension, she still wasn't ready when Storm grabbed her by the hair and ears, holding her in place as he tensed up his pelvic muscles and aimed his cock tip right at her open maw. She still had that powerful desire within her so she grinned with her tongue out, waiting only a split second before he rammed himself down her throat.

Freia immediately regretted such aplomb, as his cock slid past her tongue and right into her gullet, stretching out against her throat and bulging out her neck a bit, the resulting girth blocking off her airways. Yet, despite being in tangible danger and palpable pain, she couldn't help but wrap her hands around his knot, squeeze, and try to force his member deeper down her gullet, gulping and using her tongue to caress every step of the way. She could feel the twitch of his member pulsating against her throat flesh as she gulped down, eager to have every bit of his precum and seed in her belly.

Storm, though aggressive and a little violent, knew not to kill his partners or suffocate them, so he let go of her hair and eased her off his length slowly, rubbing her cheeks and wiping away the gooey mess that was dribbling out her nose while she coughed. Just as he was about to ask if she was alright, she gulped down and dove right back onto him, eager and willing to have another go at him as her hands explored his swollen-looking ball sack and the engorged flesh of his sheath.

"Whoa there, girl!" He cautioned, looking down at her as he felt her teeth lightly poking along his shaft. Just as he was about to pull her away and maybe encourage her to bend over and let him mate properly with her, a knocking came from beneath them on the trap door. "One second." He said as he daintily bent over, not wanting to pull his cock away from her hungry lips, only to see that she had shied away a bit in the presence of whomever it may have been knocking. Storm bent over and unhooked the latch, allowing Ceylon to poke his head up through the opening.

"Yarr!" He declared, before hopping up into the crow's nest, kicking the hatch closed as he did so. "I'd ask why you're not having fun down on the beach but now I can see!" He was of course referring to Freia, nude and webbed with cum all up and down her chest.

Naturally, Storm stood tall with his cock dangling out before him, proud of his package while Freia was a bit more reserved with her display. He nodded, "Yeah, it'd been a while since I saw her and we figured it'd be a fun time to celebrate our mutual admiration for one another!" He reached over and wrapped his arm around Freia's waist and pulled her in close to his side, getting her near his musky member without actually touching it.

She did maintain a sense of exposure, as she wasn't exactly the kind to unabashedly show off her body like this, as she was more keen on quiet dignity. "Well, I would say it was more like...I just....I-" She trailed off as the powerful scent once again triggered her desire for his cock in a nearly hypnotic manner. Though she was trying her damnedest to remain humble and meek - or at least not slavishly slutty - she just couldn't help herself from reaching out and guiding his cock towards her open maw once again.

"Well would you look at that. And here I thought she was a bit more reserved." Ceylon commented, cocking his head to the side as he leaned back to watch. "Go on, have your fun."

Storm cracked a grin and slowly nodded, more than happy to indulge Ceylon's desire to observe. As he was the kind who loved showing off in the first place, it just seemed to work, so he leaned back against the railing of the crow's nest and spread his legs, giving her more access to his drake parts. Once again, she sloppily sucked and licked and caressed him as he stared Ceylon in the eyes, almost like he was daring the captain of the Spirit of Dalonia to join in.

"Oh Storm, I know you're relatively new to this pirate thing and you're not familiar with me as a person yet, but I can assure you that I'm not the type to give a beakjob." He leaned over to the side to get a good look under Freia's tail, noting that she was sopping wet and dripping in abundant arousal as she moaned and purred and slaved away over his length. "But I do like what I see here. Freia, darling, I don't suppose you'd be keen on me joining, would you?" He gave her haunches a light smack and a squeeze, his own member emerging from his sheath underneath his loose fitting pants.

She glanced back and shrugged, not all too worried about what happened behind her. Despite her hunger for cock, she was mostly keen only on Storm's at that time, as the pheromone rich musk had driven her wild far beyond her usual desire when heat struck her.

Ceylon lightly kicked out of his pants and disrobed completely, easing up behind her and squatting down a bit to rub his engorged sheath and the cock prodding out of it between her cheeks as he grabbed at the base of her tail, holding her in place. "Hope you don't mind it rough." He said, chirping at her as he eased into her, the pressure pushing her cheek up against Storm's crotch.

Freia seemed to completely ignore him, still too hungry for the other gryphon's musky cock. Even as Ceylon started prodding at her lips with his spiny cock tip, she focused entirely on gently tugging, squeezing, licking, caressing, and nuzzling up into Storm's balls, sheath, knot, and shaft. Even as he started spewing gooey strands of precum down her cheek and over her shoulder, she kept at him, eager for more and desiring all he had to offer. She looked up at him over his powerful, well defined abdomen and fluffy white-feathered chest with a grin as she slobbered her way up his shaft and wrapped her lips around the tip, gulping him down halfway in one motion.

Ceylon saw this from his vantage point behind her, so he leaned into her and eased his shaft as deep as it would go, his gentle bucking forcing her to swallow every inch with both sets of lips wrapped tight around the top of the knot on either gryphon. "Yeah, that's good. Real good." Ceylon moaned, mostly to himself as he grabbed each of her rump cheeks and gave her a clawed massage, each of his thumbs pressed up tight against the underside of her tail, allowing him to ease back and steal a glance at her rump and pussy as her flesh struggled to consume him.

Gently, he started bucking into her, his hips pumping his length from tip to knot through her pussy with the gentle sounds of slurping and slapping, the creak of the ship and rocking of the waves adding to the gentle nature of his passion. Up above her, he matched eyes with Storm and shared a knowing nod, which was quickly cut off by the sound of Freia coughing and Gagging over Storm's cock.

"Whoa there, no need to kill yourself over me!" Storm cautioned, pulling her off his length amid her protests as she seemed to want more. "Just give yourself a bit of a break." He guided her gaze back up to him, finger cradled under her chin. "Don't want you getting hurt, hard to fuck you later if you're dead."

"Actually, it'd be very easy, but not very pleasant." Ceylon said from behind her. When she shot him a look, he grinned and nodded. "Unpleasant for all involved, so let's not do that, mmkay?" He gave another deep buck into her, his partially swollen knot slapping against her pussy lips as his tip teased at her womb, resulting in her squeezing tight and curling her toes.

"H-hey, I have an idea!" She said. "I've always wanted to know what it was like to fly while fucking and this bloke here didn't use his wings to bring me up here, like a lazy burd, so maybe you can knot me during flight?" She suggested to Ceylon, slowly pulling off his cock to leave her depths gaping with bits of gryphon pre-seed leaking out to soak her inner thighs.

This declaration triggered Storm's dominant side and his instinctual need to prove himself as being the most powerful, strongest, and woman-pleasingest gryphon on the open ocean, so he grabbed her by the arm, hissed a grin at her, and held her tight as he fell backwards off the side of the crow's nest, spinning in midair and spreading his wings to catch the sea breeze and bank away from the ship.

Freia may have been asking for it, but she still wasn't prepared for the sudden and intense drop she encountered. As the two bolted towards the deck of the ship, she found her heart skipping a beat as the adrenaline surged, followed by a sudden and intensely deep discomfort as he banked and spun in midair, all the blood pooling to her feet and nearly knocking her out. Once they had eased out, she regained her vision and was able to see that Storm had guided them far away from the beach and the onlookers, like a gentleman.

She nuzzled up into his arms as she tried her best to feel safe and comfortable within his arms, but things weren't working so well for her as much of her body dangled below his grip, at least until he did a barrel roll, went upside down, and plummeted towards the sea as his hands grabbed at her belly and his cock at the same time, guiding him into her before he once again flipped and regained his stability with his arms around her chest, cock buried in her pussy as a third point of leverage within her. The torque of her body weighing down on his cock farther intensified the sensation of his member pressing down against her most sensitive area beneath her clit, so she reached down and rubbed herself to double up on that fun.

He kept his eyes over the horizon as his hips bucked into her, eager to show just how capable he was at flight and mating at the same time. Nobody could compare to him, nobody had flight feathers like he, and nobody could mate like he did, and after her subtle barb at him he had no choice but to show her firsthand just how skilled he could be at multitasking. With his hands held tight around her chest, he pushed her down as hard as he could, forcing his cock to puncture into her depths with ease, knot resting up against her lips as Ceylon had done aboard the ship; only then did he realize as he looked back that the captain of the Spirit of Dalonia had been following him.

Ceylon had taken flight, diving off the crow's nest after Storm, cock still exposed and dripping as he flapped, chasing Storm and Freia both over the sea towards the northern peninsula with the tall cliff and the waterfall that crashed into the sea. Given that Ceylon was a smaller gryphon and not weighed down by a passenger in flight, he was able to catch up to Storm and Freia both in an attempt to join in on the fun.

Storm twisted in the air, cork-screwing away from Ceylon as his knot pressed in deeper. In his arms, Freia was happily grinning, grinding her hips back down in an eager desire to have more inside her, so he did what he could by grabbing her under the knees and holding her up closer, tighter, with her pussy exposed, her tiny body quivering against the chill of the air and the moisture of the sea breeze that enveloped her as the two of them danced in the air around the cliff.

She hung her jaw open in delight, happily relishing the sensation of knot slipping into her even as she was distracted by the wind whipping at her ears and the constantly twisting visuals of the ship and the beach and the crew and the open ocean around her.

It was an aerial dance between two skilled and horny birds, with Storm holding Freia close to his chest as he dove and weaved, banking and twisting form to keep her away from Ceylon while the smaller and more nimble gryphon kept pace with him, matching his every move. Then, in a sudden act of aggression, Ceylon banked hard and grabbed a hold of Storm's chest fluff, twisting and flipping in midair so that the two were facing one another with Freia dumbstruck by the flight and the fucking between them.

Storm flapped his wings as hard as he could, gaining as much flight as he possibly could muster as he forced her shoulders down, her body stretching and distending to accommodate his massive knot, allowing him to tie her deep despite the difference in their size. He wasn't sure if she was just capable of such feats or if his forcing had eased her into it, but she didn't seem like she was in pain at all, so he glanced up and saw Ceylon mere feet away, holding on both to her and to Storm.

That's when he saw that the captain of the Spirit of Dalonia had a teal glow to his eyes, a series of misty tendrils snaking out from his chest to penetrate Freia's body from head to toes, but mostly her loins. He was using magic, helping her to accommodate the much larger gryphon's massive knot and length; had this not happened she might have been in discomfort, but as it was she remained somewhat loopy in a cock-addled trance.

Then, a familiar tingle boiled up in Storm's cock, making him curl his toes and roll his eyes back in pleasure. Already, he felt that familiar climax bubble up in his loins and tense his balls, pumping shot after shot deep into Freia's cunt.

Ceylon took this opportunity to ease his own member up into her as well, the tapered shaft resting up between his knot lobes and the distended flesh between pussy and rump. Though he was able to poke and prod, only barely slipping into her, his member opened her up just enough with the aid of the magic to have her swallow him up to the knot, stretching her flesh far beyond what should have been possible given her humanoid form.

This distraction kept Storm from gaining any altitude, and the two quickly started to plummet down to the sea together, falling while both inside her, pumping their twin concoctions of seed into her depths. Storm knew they were about to crash, so he angled down and spread his wings, gliding harmlessly over the water with both Freia and Ceylon weighing him down. He glared at Ceylon for a moment before finding the strength to angle himself back up into the sky, using momentum to fly high.

All the while, Freia could only feel the twisting and contortion of her pussy flesh adjusting and spreading to accommodate both gryphon cocks, that unpleasant feeling of having twin penetrations bending off in either direction to gape her open. Still, the magic that Ceylon had pumped into her was turning any and all discomfort or pain she might have felt due to what should have been a literal tear of her cunt walls in two. The overbearing orgasmic pleasure she felt made her grunt and push down, the pressure somehow forcing Storm's knot from her depths with a nearly audible pop; had they not been flying through the air she could have heard the juicy mess as it was extracted from her pussy.

The resulting mess that flowed out splashed out from her cunt lips to absolutely coat both Ceylon and Storm's knots, balls, sheathes, and inner thighs with the excess dripping off them all to splash in the choppy waves and water of the ocean.

Such a sudden shift from the warmth of a female's depths to the cold sea breeze on Storms Cock once again distracted him, and the three of them quickly fell to the water, all diving head first through the surf as the shock of cold nearly instantly shriveled up both knots and retreated them to their respective sheaths. Once both had pulled away from Freia, they all swam to the surface and broke into the air, treading water.

Luckily, Ceylon naturally floated atop the water, as his fur and feathers were hydrophobic, so he grabbed Freia and tossed her onto his back. Storm was a bit heavier and didn't have the same advantage, but was quite the adept swimmer so he had no problem treading water.

She squealed in delight as she straddled him, raising her fists to the sky with a broad grin upon her face. "Let's do that again!" She cheered, eager to have enjoyed such a unique and exciting experience. "We can all go back to the ship and...uh-" She glanced around to see that they were nearly a full kilometer out from shore, far beyond what anyone could see or save them if the currents took them out to the open ocean.

Storm glared at Ceylon, still idly treading water. "So, was it worth it?" He asked, unhappy that his session had been interrupted by Ceylon's inclusion.

"Totally." Cey nodded with a self-satisfied grin. "But now we've gotta head back to land or risk being swept out to sea. If you're raw that you had to share, we can discuss it in private later. Come on Freia, let's go." His eyes lit up and he conjured up a bit of a current that helped float him towards shore, magics helping him once again to remain safe in the unforgiving environment of the sea.

Storm grunted and rolled his eyes but quickly caught the same current and swam his way to shore in silence, eventually catching up as the three of them made it to the sandbar just beyond the peninsula and the cliffs. Storm was a full meter taller than Ceylon, so he was able to stand tall with his entire chest towering above the water while Cey was barely able to keep his head above with Freia on his shoulders.

Once they arrived ashore, Ceylon shook off and let Freia off his back, already dry thanks to the unique properties of his fur and feathers. Storm wasn't as lucky, as he was soaking wet and must have gained at least a few kilos of water weight, so Ceylon used some magic to heat up and evaporate the moisture trapped in the feathers and fur.

"So, who's going to go get my clothes from the crow's nest?" She asked, just now finally prying herself from the cock-hungry trance she'd been under thanks to Storm's musk. "I am really not that keen on returning to the partying crew all naked, you know how pirates are and it'd be an open invitation to take me one after another." She explained.

Ceylon bowed. "I was the one who encouraged Storm here to get territorial, so I'll go. Unless you want to come back with me and we can all just return together."

Freia nodded, then glanced over to Storm. "I like that idea a lot. So who am I riding?"

"Whichever is fine by me." Admitted Ceylon, who pointed to his back, getting down on one knee. "But I think I'm a little bit faster." She happily hopped on and the three of them all made their way back to the crows nest, re-dressing and immediately making the last leg of the trip to finally make it back to shore with all the others.

Upon landing, Ceylon let Freia off his back, encouraging her to go see Storm, since it appeared he was more than a little bit grumpy about the whole ordeal. Ceylon knew that Storm didn't like being challenged for dominance and tended to get aggressive when his position was questioned or in any way tested, so it was best for Ceylon to go back to Lexi and Leera and all the others who were having a great time, partying around the bonfire in celebration of the new recruits.

"Well, that was a lot of fun!" Freia admitted, slapping Storm on the rump - which was just about at her shoulder height. "Next time our ships meet up, we definitely have to do something like that again. Say, when is the next time you're going to be at East Sanctuary Cove? Any idea?"

Storm still felt a touch of resentment towards Ceylon, but swallowed it for later. "I don't actually know. Ilorek keeps me in the loop about the ship's plans and bearings, but we don't really plan that far ahead as far as I know. I understand that our next major stop at port is going to be in the Koluman International Trade Annex to trade out some of our jewels for coin and food, but other than that I don't know. I can certainly ease them towards such a goal, if you'd like."

"Well the Stone Skipper isn't much for the big locales either, but I figured...eh. It doesn't matter." She leaned in close and gave him a hug. "Seriously, thanks for this though. Was quite pleasant to satisfy my curiosity, and I've never mated in midair before so, yeah." She kept her voice low enough that no others could hear her, since she didn't really want to outwardly broadcast what had happened.

Her heart was still pumping from the encounter, gradually relaxing as time went on.

The two of them - Freia and Storm - parted ways on the beach, with him grabbing up some more rum and juice for drinking while Freia sought after Rufus, eager to hear his report as the other one who dedicated his time to watching over the rest of the crew. As the night dawned on them, the sun giving domain over the sky to the moon, Freia and Storm shared a glance from opposite sides of the bonfire and a gentle nod of acknowledgment before the night had taken them.

When they finally slept, the last thing Freia remembered seeing was Lexi, still plucky and alert as could be, eagerly and happily taking orders from various pirates and doing all she could to endear herself to the captains of all three ships.

It was nice to have her on the crew, and the Storm of the rift would certainly benefit from having another night owl to accompany Valencia - the captain who piloted at night.

All was well.