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All Characters and setting were inspired by the Out of Placers webcomic (OOPS) and world created by Valsalia

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The Seaworthy Scavs of the S.S. Firehead (Out of Placers, smut, romance, violence, femdom, pirates, drugs, fanfiction)

by Teether

Chapter 4 (Once again, more blatant sex. Move on to the next chapter if you want to get back to the plot)

>You stare up at the ceiling; eyes wide open as the sound of a thousand snoring yinglets echo through the ship’s thick hull

>You’ve been tossing and turning in your hammock for the past couple hours

>Oh did you say hammock, you meant “Cabin boy’s quarters”

>Your quarters were less quarters then a corner of the ship next to the side of the captain’s cabin

>It had a couple extras such as a cabinet and an oil lamp but as it were, the majority of the crew still surrounded you

>A far cry from the heavenly bed you slept in last night

>You think back to the soft sheets and pillows as you stroke the rough hammock fibers with your fingers

>You take a deep breath and try to readjust yourself on the hammock once more

>You exhale with a quick choke as the stink of a thousand yinglets overwhelms you

>You cover your eyes with your arms and desperately pray to the gods for any amount of sleep

>You begin to feel dozy as your sore muscles relax

>Everything starts to settle as the boat gently rocks you to sleep

>”UP! SKIN OUT!” shouts Habbick unhitching your hammock as it drops your ass to the hard wooden floor

>You get to your feet, rubbing your now bruised elbows and butt

>”Go to Freylah. She say she needs her ‘boy’” said Habbick spitting out the word “boy” with disgust

“At this time of night? Is this an emergency?” you say cracking your stiff back

>Habbick unclips a small leather strap on his belt and whacks you across your exposed thigh with a snap

“OW! What the fuck?!?” you yell as the smooth leather strikes across your skin

>“You boy. You don’t question Captain. You obey what she say, got?” said Habbick drawing back for another swing

>You rub your thigh where he struck you while glaring daggers into his eyes

>You imagine picking this old ass scav up by the throat and breaking his neck like a chicken

>Habbick glares daggers back at you, unafraid and uncaring

>You stand up straight, trying your best to loom menacingly over Habbick

>Habbick remains unflinching as he calls your bluff, “What? Didn’t hear correct? Human rocks for brain? GO!”

>You turn and walk away from the old yinglet as you huff with frustration

*”This had better be fucking important Freylah”

>You grab the doorknob with a white-knuckle grasp and fling the door wide open

>The room is dimly lit by hundreds of tiny candles scattered around the tables and shelves

>You stomp into the room and slam the door behind you

>Freylah sits calmly at her desk in an oversized night robe, scribbling lines onto a large, sprawling, piece of paper

>You take another couple hard steps as she puts the finishing touches on the drawing before putting the writing feather gently back in the inkwell

>She turns around to look back at you, her right arm slung over the back of the chair

>”How’s my cabin boy doing? Managed to get any sleep?” said Freylah staring back at you with tired eyes

>All of a sudden, all the white-hot anger you were about to dump on Freylah disappears, replaced instead with deep concern for the little yinglet

“No I haven’t, I didn’t know yinglets could snore so loud” you say with a faint smile

>”Ah, yes…Well, you eizher need to find some cotton wads or you could always come sleep in my bed. Zhere is always room for two” said Freylah with a wink before turning back to the paper on the desk

*”Did she just?....”

>Freylah waves you to come over to the desk, “Come here, I got some designs for ze net I want you to look over”

>You walk over behind Freylah’s chair and look down at the design, trying you best not to stare down at her semi-exposed cleavage

>You’re taken aback by the amount of professional detail etched into the drawing

>The drawing shows a lever and pulley system mounted onto the deck of the ship followed by two large nets being dragged behind it

*”This might actually be crazy enough to work”

>”Surprised? I tried drawing it as close as I could to what I saw in ze dream. Looks like it could almost work huh? Said Freylah with a hint of doubt written across her face

“It could use a couple adjustments but yeah…it really could” you say still scanning over the details of the picture

>Freylah looks up at you with a face of intense joy, “You really zhink so?”

”Yeah, like I said, a few adjustments definitely need to be made…here…and here” you say pointing at the nets and pulleys

>”What’s wrong wizh zhem?”

“You are going to need to reinforce the pulleys more to hold the weight of all those fish and you need to make the nets more like a long bottle shape instead of a traditional net” you say tracing your finger across the paper

>”Hmmm, I zhink you’re right. Damn… “ Said Freylah rubbing her eyes, “…looks like I won’t be getting any sleep anytime soon…”

>You feel an unexpected pang of worry for the yinglet arch through your gut once again, “No, you need to get some sleep, the design can wait another day”

>”What?” said Freylah looking slightly shocked at such a direct command leveled at her

“Your not doing anyone any good by being exhausted, this ship would crumble without you” you said putting your hands on the back of Freylah’s chair

>A smirk crosses Freylah’s face as she turns her head to look at you, “Is my little cabin boy becoming worried for his captain?”

>You flinch a little and blush, “…I mean its true isn’t it? This ship needs you more than it knows”

>Freylah’s smirk grows a little more, “You know….It has been a pretty rough day Fetu”

“Uh huh” you say dumbly

>Freylah rubs a hand up and down her long neck, stretching it side to side, “You know I could go for a little massage right about now. Some kneading from a nice pair of big, strong, hands would do me some good”

”uh huh….”

> “….”

“…”

>”Zhat means you, my little cabin boy” said Freylah giving you a flat look

“But….I am not a masseuse. I’ll probably just end up hurting you,” you say holding up your large, calloused hands

>Freylah stands up on the chair and faces you, she takes your left hand in two of her paws and traces the lines on your palm, “You give yourself too little credit Fetu, ze hands of a hard worker are also zhose of a masseuse”

>Freylah hops off of the chair, still grasping your hand with her right paw as she leads you over to the bed

>She climbs onto the bed and grabs a pillow

>She lays the pillow down in front of her as she turns her back to you

>Freylah sensually slides the silken robe down a bit, exposing her shoulders as she glances back at you

>You feel aroused and confused again as a pressure builds in your crotch

>She lets the robe fall to the bed, as she stands there completely naked

*”She’s not naked though, she has fur….why does this feel so dirty?”

>You blush a little as you watch the “naked” yinglet lay down on the bed, propping the pillow under her chest

>You stand there for a second trying to think of where to even start as Freylah closes her eyes and sighs

>”Start wizh my shoulders,” commands Freylah as she flexes her feet

>You do as you’re told as you try to knead away at the muscle in the yinglet’s shoulders

>Her muscles are as hard as stone

>Freylah lets out little purrs of pleasure, “ H-harder”

>You tighten your grip a little more

>”What ze hell was zhat? I said harder!” said Freylah

>You tighten your grip like a vice

>”I said harder!” demanded Freylah letting out more moans

>You tighten your grip as much as you can

>Freylah swoons, letting out a deeply repressed moan of pleasure, ”Ppppeeerrrrfffeeeccttt mmmmm”

>You continue along the yinglet in the same fashion, moving to different body parts as she instructs you on what to do and where to go

>The rest of her muscles are the same, hard as stone, tightened and twisted over years upon years of stress

>It takes some time but you can feel her muscles begin to loosen up bit by bit

>Freylah shudders and rolls over as she points down towards her feet, “Mmmmm Your doing so well, how about you apply some of zhat skill to my feet, ze dogs are barking”

>You almost object to doing something so degrading but at the same time feel another rush of arousal come from deep within you

> You sit down on the bed as Freylah puts her feet in your lap

>You examine the yinglet’s feet as she flexes her toes

>It amazes you just how much their feet look like their hands….so alien

>You knead your thumb across Freylah’s palm pad as you release more tension from her

>Freylah arches her back and shudders

>You stop, fearing that you might have struck a nerve

>”For the love of ze gods don’t stop! Keep going!” commanded Freylah rubbing a hand over her face

>You smile and continue, popping the joint of each toe as the mixed scent of Freylah’s foot musk and cedar floor planks enter your nose

>Freylah squirms as you move onto the other foot, applying the same loving but harsh caress

>After finishing her feet, you move up to her thighs and slowly knead out more knots

>Freylah rocks side to side in your grasp as you try to get a better hold, pressing your thumb into a particularly stubborn knot

>She gasps, sitting up on her right elbow as she braces her left hand on your left wrist

>A sensual grin crosses her face as she pulls your left hand down towards her crotch fluff, “You know, zhere’s one spot you have yet to rub out”

>You can feel the intense heat radiating from Freylah as your palm lies across her fur

>You become fully erect, your hardon now visible through your cotton pants

>Freylah lightly strokes the underside of your shaft with her foot, “Such a dirty little scav chaser”

>Your dick twitches with eagerness

>You begin to stroke at Freylah’s crotch fluff, parting away the sea of fur little by little

>Freylah tilts her head back in pleasure, lowering her paw back to her side and propping herself up with both her elbows

>Your fingers eventually work their way to her slit, already wet as you slip a single pointer finger into her eager cavern

>You rake your finger back and forth as Freylah moans, “More”

>You slip in your middle finger, continuing the same motion

>The tight little yinglet’s walls squeeze around you as she commands, “More! Come on! You can do more zhan zhat!”

> You slip in your pinky and ring finger as you massage the top of her slit with your thumb

>You slide the fingers in and out slowly as the yinglet’s slit stretches to its limits

>Freylah arches her back with pleasure, “Faster” she commands

>You try to pick up the pace

>”Faster!” she yells

>You go as fast as you can, Freylah making a short gasp with each thrust

>You keep going for a minute or so as the yinglet’s moans become higher pitched with each thrust

>*”She must be getting close”

>The yinglet writhes and wriggles as her paws grasp the bed sheets

>She grabs your left wrist with her left paw

>“STOP!” she commands as she gasps for air

>You slowly pull the fingers out of her soaked slit as she visibly shutters, “I didn’t hurt you? Did I?”

>Freylah laughs, “It takes a lot more zhan zhat to hurt me human”

“….but then why did you tell me to stop?” you say confused

>Freylah leans forward and grabs the front collar of your shirt with both paws before pulling you down ontop of her, face to face

>Freylah rubs her thumb across the corner of your mouth, “Because, I want to cum in your mouzh”

>If you had a drink right then and there, you would have spit it all over the room, ”What!?!”

>”What? Never gone down on a lady before?”, said Freylah with judgmental eyes

>You think back to all the sex you ever had

>Freylah was the first “woman” that wasn’t a quickie behind the brothel with a cheap dove

>Freylah’s glare goes flat as your silence speaks volumes

“……”

“uuhhhhhhh…..I mean………”

>Freylah grabs your left hand with both her paws and brings it up to your face, “Smell it”

>You recoil slightly, “What?!”

>Freylah pushes your left hand closer to your nose, “Smell my essence, human” she commanded with a soul piercing glare

>You stare at the fingers an inch from your lips, slick with Freylah’s “essence”

*”……fuck….well here goes nothing”

>You take in a small whiff

>”Deeper, I want you to take in a whole lungful ” commanded Freylah

>You take in a deep, chest-bursting fill of the yinglet’s juices

>You expect a horrible smell but instead are met with a light, organic smell and lavender

>The organic smell overtakes your mind as you suddenly become overwhelmed with renewed arousal, your already tight hard-on pushing its limits

>You give Freylah a loving smile as you go in for another whiff

>”See? Just because I am a scav does not mean I am unhygienic, Fetu” said Freylah with an “I told you so” smugness

“That’s not wh-“

>”Shhh, Now taste me” said Freylah pushing your hand to your lips

>You get cold feet for a second before opening your mouth and letting Freylah guide your fingers into your mouth

>The taste is mostly neutral but you can still taste hints of the lavender

>Even though the flavor is neutral, you can feel yourself becoming unbearably aroused

>”Taste good?” said Freylah

>You nod your head

>”Good” says Freylah grabbing a lock of your hair and laying back down on the bed

>She pulls down, bringing your face a couple inches from her crotch, “Zhen you won’t mind eating out your Superior” she says spreading her crotch fluff with her fingers

>You see the tight wet slit before you as your nose fills with her light, airy, musk

>You feel beyond arousal, you need release as you feel like you could go off at any second

>You hesitate for a second before Freylah thrusts her crotch towards your face, “start licking,” she commands

>You follow her orders and run your tongue like a puppy over the hot, slick, slit

>You can taste more of her essence as you dip your tongue into her soft-steamy depths

>Freylah moans as she streams her small fingers through your long hair and strokes the side of your face, “keep going my little cabin boy, you do want to please your captain don’t you?”

>You nod your head yes as you keep your tongue flickering over the yinglet’s entrance

>”Good, now go faster my little sailor, eat my cum, fill your mouz with my essence” demanded Freylah as she rakes her crotch up and down your face

>You keep licking away as Freylah pulls on the back of your head, bringing your mouth as close as you can to her

>You move your tongue faster as the little yinglet rakes against you faster and faster

>All you hear is the ever-increasing pace of Freylah’s panting, her stomach rising and lowering rapidly, her back arching against you

>”Fuck….mozher of gods……I am gonna cum……take it all human, take every last drop” moans Freylah as her hips quiver and buck with release

>You feel a trickle of juices flow into your mouth as Freylah’s hot cavern spasms and contracts

>All you can smell and taste is Freylah, her juices pervading your every sense

>Freylah collapses onto the bed as she lightly runs her paws through the top of your hair once more

>”Swallow it. I want to hear you swallow” Freylah commands in an exhausted but satisfied tone

>You swallow the mouthful of Freylah with a loud gulping noise as you hear her purr with satisfaction, “good my little cabin boy, good”

>Freylah sits up and readjusts her long fiery hair, grabbing her silken robe and donning it once more

>Freylah pulls a small handkerchief from a pocket on the robe as she lifts your face from her crotch with her paws

>”Tsk tsk tsk, I’ve gone and made zhat pretty face of yours a mess. Here, lemme get zhat” said Freylah as she blots and wipes at the scav juices splattered around your mouth

>You spend a couple minutes with your neck in an awkward position as the little paws brush away with a fine attention to detail

>”Zhere we go, all good, wouldn’t want you going around ze decks like zhat” said Freylah leaning back a bit

>Freylah catches a glance at the enormous hard on raging against the strain of your cotton pants

>She smirks as she reaches a foot down to caress the lengthy beast

>Before you can say anything to stop her, Freylah’s foot strokes the underside of your member

>You quiver as the floodgates open, your cock flinching as you soak the inside of your pants with cum

>You shudder as it passes, orgasm quickly replaced by embarrassment as you try to awkwardly cover the mess with your hands

>You don’t know what to say, you’ve never gone off the rails before the job was done

>Your face flushes red as words jumble lamely from your mouth

>Freylah puts a finger to your mouth, silencing you

>She rubs the underside of your jaw with a paw as you see a grin cross her face

>”My my, your biting off more than you can chew once again my little scav chaser, I guess my essence was too much for you” said Freylah smugly

>She gives a couple pats to the side of your face before climbing down off the bed towards the desk with a sigh, “Funtime is over, back to work again.”

>Freylah climbs back into the desk chair as you stand up from bed, awkwardly waddling with your cum soaked pants back towards the door

>As you open the door, Freylah turns towards you, “You know Fetu, I never said you couldn’t spend ze night”

>You look at the yinglet, dumfounded for a second

>Freylah nods towards the bed, “I can’t have my cabin boy going about exhausted now can I? Go on, get some sleep”

>You excitedly strip off your clothes and leap into the heavenly covers of the gigantic bed, its sheets and pillows seductively calling your name

>You wrap yourself tight in a blanket as you can feel sleep come quickly

>You look over at Freylah, a smile adorning her face as she sees the pleasure the bed brings you

>”Goodnight my little cabin boy” she says before turning back to the desk of papers

>Your vision grows dark as you quickly fall into the dreamscape

>You dream of nothing for what feels like a couple hours before you smell candle and biteleaf smoke mixing together

>You open your eyes slightly as you see Freylah with her pipe, walking around the room, blowing each candle carefully out one by one

>After the last candle, Freylah climbs onto the bed and lays back on the pillow next to yours

>She looks down at you and notices your eyes open

>“Go back to sleep Fetu, everything’s ok” whispers Freylah as strokes her right paw gently over your face and hair

>You close your eyes as Freylah’s paw fills you with a sense of utter security

>You fall asleep once more, safe in the ever-watchful guard of your Captain