Erika Whitehoof - Chapter 13
#13 of Whitehoof
Whitehoof - Chapter 13
By biodaemon2
Erika Whitehoof groaned loudly as another orgasm rocked through her body, her girl cock throbbing as it blasted a thick load of tauren seed deep into the human's tight ass. Morrigan d'Airelle, proud captain of the Blue Venture and one of the wealthiest merchants to ever sail the oceans, could barely manage a feeble moan into her gag as her insides were again coated in a hot spray of cum. The dick pulsed as it pumped pints of the rich cream into Morrigan's bowels, Erika's balls eager to empty themselves into the captain's body once again. Wrenching her erection from Morrigan's bottom in a spray of semen Erika let the last few spurts of her seed splatter across the woman's back, the white spunk contrasting sharply with her smooth olive skin.
Jerking her shaft a few last times Erika managed to squeeze out the last few droplets, giving a contented sigh once she was finished. "Mmmmm... I knew I could get a few more inches into there once you were properly stretched out" Erika said lightly, a smirk on her face as she gave Morrigan's soft rear a large squeeze. Morrigan looked leagues away from the noble captain of a fine commercial trading vessel as she lay face down on her soiled bed, her naked flesh illuminated by the flickering candlelight. Her silky skin was sticky to the touch from the layers of dried semen that coated her body. Morrigan's legs were spread far apart as a large puddle of Erika's cum poured out of her ass, the gaping sphincter a monument to how big Erika's mammoth organ was.
Erika knew she wasn't exactly winning any beauty contests herself. Her normally well groomed light-brown fur was matted with sweat and sexual fluids, while her inner thighs just as sticky as Morrigan's flesh. Stumbling away from the bed Erika settled heavily into one of the captain's chairs, giving another happy sigh. Taking a few deep breaths to slow her rapid heartbeat Erika could almost taste the strong scent of sex that filled the room. It was almost a physical presence, the odor was so pungent. Hearing her stomach gurgle Erika slowly turned her head, scanning the table until she spotted the basket of fruit in the middle. "Ah, time for dinner" Erika announced as she grabbed a nice apple and bit into it, juice running down her chin as she quickly devoured the fruit. "Or is that breakfast?" Erika said moments later, licking her lips clean as she reclined in the comfortable chair.
The time Erika had spent with Morrigan was becoming a blur for the young tauren. Deep in the back of her mind Erika knew something wasn't right; that something was deeply amiss. Yet every time she tried to hear what the voice of doubt was saying it seemed to drift further away. Erika had no clue how long she had been in the cabin, untold instances of sex just blurring together into a jumbled mess of lascivious memories. It was a worrying though that she could have been in the cabin for days, yet that worry was quickly turned aside by the satisfaction of looking at the cum-coated captain and knowing that Erika Whitehoof had turned the tables on the arrogant bitch, and shown that she was the master of her own destiny.
Looking over Morrigan's naked body caused Erika's shaft to twitch, slowly working its way back up to a full erection. The doubts and concerns vanished as she hefted one of her testicles, feeling the heavy weight in her palm. "Well it looks like I'm not done with you yet, captain" Erika said as she rose to her feet and padded over to the side of the bed. Sliding up onto the bed Erika rolled Morrigan over onto her back, catching her gaze as she did so.
Morrigan tried to glare furiously at the tauren, but she was too exhausted to manage it. Her entire body was sore from hours of nearly non-stop fucking; the magical energies in Erika's dick had removed the worst pains, but nothing could dull the ache after having more than two feet of cock forced time and again into both her holes. Now that she was sure she wasn't going to die impaled on a massive penis, Morrigan found the sight of Erika's hard erection almost... routine. She was too tired to properly hate or fear her.
"Well since I've given your nice butt a break these last few times" Erika began, adjusting their positions so the head of her cum-streaked cock was resting against Morrigan's stretched labia, "I think it's about time I give your pussy another full load." Morrigan closed her eyes, knowing exactly what was coming. Even as Erika began to sink her imposing shaft into the human's cunt again Morrigan knew that the worst part wasn't the aches and pains. It was the thrill of physical pleasure she got every time she was fucked, no matter how hard she hated the damned tauren. With that ebony prick piercing deep inside her sex Morrigan could already tell that willing or not, Erika would not be the only one to have an orgasm this time.
Sergeant-at-Arms Hiria snorted loudly as she was jolted awake by a sudden sound behind her. The large orc turned her head to look back down the hallway with her good eye, recognizing the creak of the captain's cabin finally opening. For a fleeting moment Hiria hoped it was Captain d'Airelle coming to finally relieve her of duty, but instead it was the tauren passenger, looking absolutely haggard as she plodded down the hall. The woman didn't even notice the orc as she stumbled further down and out of Hiria's sight, headed towards the passenger's quarters.
Turning back to watch over her posting Hiria mentally berated herself for being asleep while on duty. The fact that she had been on station for over a full day was no excuse for such a display of lax discipline! Hiria took pride in how tough she was, and she would follow her captain's orders no matter how long it took. The captain would remain undisturbed until she relieved Hiria herself. Squaring her shoulders the imposing Sergeant set in for the wait, promising she would never let her captain down again.
"Where in the gods' names have you been?" Cyli Ereravel demanded as Erika pushed open the cabin door with a clumsy hand, her entire body aching with bone-deep fatigue. "You have been gone for more than a day!" The blood elf glared at the young tauren who blinked back, her lids drooping with exhaustion. "I... I was... the captain invited..." Erika tried to explain, still trying to desperately reach her inviting bunk. It was only a few meters, but it felt as though it was across the Tanaris Desert.
"You were with the captain for an entire day?" Cyli asked skeptically, one of her golden eyebrows arching upwards in disbelief. "What were you doing, learning the fine points of marine navigation?" Ignoring the elf Erika stumbled her way across the last few feet separating her from the bunk and collapsed onto it with a heavy impact. She was too tired to even groan, but the thin straw mattress and hard wood frame was as soft as liquid silk to Erika's fatigued mind.
Opening her mouth to start in with Erika again, Cyli's words stuck in her throat as the strong odor that followed the tauren finally reached her sensitive nose. Her eyes darted to the face-down hunter, a sense of dread growing as she took stock of what lay before her. The matted fur, the long disappearance, and the strong but familiar scent of intimate relations only meant one thing.
"Oh gods you fucked her" Cyli stated, not needing to make it a question. Erika answered back with a loud snore, already passed out from physical and mental exhaustion. "Wonderful. We were just one day out from Booty Bay. Now we might have any number of complications getting off this boat."
Only the blood elf's eyes betrayed her frustration at this new development. Without another word she stormed from the cabin and made her way down into the cargo hold, her footsteps barely echoing off the wooden floor. Cyli knew the magical energies that surrounded Erika's member were not predictable and could react with an individual in a number of ways. The last thing she needed was to be trapped on a ship far out to sea with a captain angry because she grew a cock like that goblin prostitute or was suddenly pregnant.
"Wake up you foolish cow" a voice hissed in Erika's ear, rousing the large tauren from a deep sleep. Rubbing her eyes Erika blinked a few times, finding her three companions each standing before her. "Wha?" Erika asked in confusion as a large bundle was thrust into her hands.
"We are getting off this boat now" Cyli answered in a low voice, carefully wrapped alchemical instruments strapped securely to her back. Both the goblin Grisha and the troll Zulrea were fully dressed and likewise laden with all of Cyli's expensive equipment. Looking at the window Erika was surprised to find it was still dark out, the space outside the cabin lost to the inky void of night.
"Why? What is going on?" Erika asked, fighting to keep from yawning loudly. Something in Cyli's voice made Erika perk up a bit as realized this was serious. "I'll be sure to place all the blame rightfully in your lap when we get out of here" Cyli whispered sharply "but until we are safely in town we don't have time. We are pulling into Booty Bay now, and the scuttlebutt around the crew is that the captain hasn't been seen for two days. We need to get off the boat before whatever has kept her in her room becomes known. Now be quiet and follow me."
Turning from the others Cyli made her way to the cabin windows and pushed them open, the faint moonlight barely illuminating the shapes of jetties and piers that reached out from the coast like skeletal fingers. Still a little groggy Erika had to fully concentrate to buckle the large leather-bound bundle across her back, and when she finally looked back up she was just in time to see Cyli jump from the window. Gasping Erika lurched forward to catch the elf before halting as she watched Cyli as she floated there in space.
"It's a rope, dummy" Grisha giggled as Cyli glared back at Erika. The young tauren blushed sheepishly, finally spotting the length of rope attached to a mooring line hook imbedded in the hull. "No more talking" Cyli commanded, still managing to sound firm and dangerous even in a whisper. With that she loosened her grip on the rope and silently slid down and out of sight. The three companions left in the room gave each other a look before hurrying over to the window to look outside.
The Blue Venture was still moving as Cyli slid down the rope. Releasing her grip she did a tight spin and landed silently in a crouch, one hand bracing her landing while the other fingered the dagger she wore on the back of her belt. Cyli quickly scanned the area and, confident she was alone, gestured for the others to follow her lead.
The three shared another look, each one not eager to be the first to risk themselves falling a few dozen feet down onto the worn docks below. Sighing, Grisha stepped up onto the windowsill and wrapped her limbs around the swaying rope. "Well if I have to go, I might as well go before Big Stuff here snaps the rope and leaves me stranded with a bunch of angry sailors." With a silent prayer Grisha pushed off into the night.