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The next week goes well, Scarlet spends a good portion of her time lazily flying beside the ship, a large net in her talons, gathering fish for a couple hours a day. The rest of the day she lays around the deck, awaiting potential attack, occasionally spreading her back legs when she sees me pass. As for me, I spend most of my time in the kitchen, prepping food with the slightly chubby otter they hired as a chef. He's definitely helped me out during my time on the ship, and has taken me under his wing, at least to life on the ship. There isn't much variety in the meals we make, mostly fish and well preserved ingredient meals, given the long trip we're apparently on. But I like my time in the kitchen, non the less.

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“Hmm... not too bad for a day's work." Scarlet purrs out as she pays across the deck, her back against the side rail.

“Says the pampered guard dragon," I respond, sitting down against her belly, rubbing her side scales.

“Careful little fox, you've eaten plenty of the fish I've caught. Might find myself masturbating over the next one you eat..."

“Don't threaten me with a good time."

“Ok then, no sex for a week."

“What? You wouldn't dare," I respond, looking over to her.

“Then be a good boy," she half growls playfully, lifting up a back leg, showing off her pussy.

“Very tactful."

Looking around the deck, there isn't anyone else to see us, presumably everyone is at the poker night. I move my arm over my dragon's rump, just about managing to reach her pussy, delving my fingers into her hot depths. She rumbles deeply at this, pressing herself against my digits as she growls with pleasure.

“Careful sweetie, might attract unwanted attention." I say with a grin, circling her clit teasingly.

“I want them to hear... to know how a dragon sounds when she is getting pleasured." Scarlet responds, her body squirming in need.

“The pride of dragons..."

Scarlet raises her head, giving me a death glare. “What was that?"

“Nothing sweetie, nothing at all."

“One more word out of you fox, and I'll make you my sexy toy until we make land. And trust me, you'll be tied out on deck, so everyone can use your very capable rear-end."

“You know, every time you threaten me with a 'punishment', it's something that I really wanna do. Are you sure you know how to torment a fox?" I ask, dipping my fingers into her pussy rhythmically, feeling her slowly get closer and closer.

“It's not my fault... that you're such... a sl-fuck! Such a slut..." Scarlet moans out, baring her teeth slightly. “You try finding a punishment for a fox, that won't turn you on..."

“Oh dragon... you know I could just stop, if I'm such a slut."

“You're dragon meat if you do!" Scarlet growls, her voice rising with a feral rumble from her chest. “I'm... close. So fucking close!"

I grin slightly as I shift, removing my hand from her vagina, ramming my face between her back legs. Before Scarlet can let out a frustrated groan, I've pressed my maw into her love canal, locking my lips in time to have her juices squirt into my mouth. I drink her liquid pleasure happily, my neck bulging with each gulp. The flavour rich, creamy and oh so thick, it's like a nectar coating the inside of my gullet, making me giddy and moan with pleasure.

And then, I hear my dragon inside my head. 'You're lucky... you're so cute...'

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(Later that night)

'You're crazy fox!' Scarlet shouts inside my mind as I silently enter the Captain's cabin.

'It's just a quick look, I can't say no to books!' I think back slowly moving towards the desk, looking over the charts and books.

'Yes! You can! You know there's a book store when we dock.'

'Think of it as me saving time, by having a quick look at what I might want.'

'Is it worth the captain locking you up? Think he'll just accept you were 'having a look'?' Scarlet responds, and I can practically hear the growl in her non-existent voice.

'Then stay on look out, tell me if anyone is coming.'

'Fox!'

'I'll be two minutes!' I almost hiss back, trying not to make it sound like an angry sound.

I move to the desk, the same one I had sat at a week before. Despite looking the exact same, I take my time to look over the books and parchment paper that lay across the surface. There's more on the desk than there had been the last time I was in here, and I take my time to look over the titles of the books and layouts of the maps.

My paws travel across every piece of leather and paper. The rough leather of the books, the coarse surface of maps... oh how I've missed the feeling of them. Sniffing softly at the air, for the most part I smell feline, a spicy scent that permeates the ship. But underneath held the smell of parchment, paper, leather... even the age of the books having a certain smell to them. As if I could smell the species of the readers, the scents that cling to their fur, their paw pads

I feel myself get lost in the scents, opening a book, I look over the title. 'A Clash Of Claws', a book I had when I was a cub. The reminder makes my ears fold back, feeling my heart race in my chest. My breath comes out a little harder, remembering the farm, my old life...

“Calm, Reaver..." I say under my breath, feeling my heart race in my chest. I take a breath, closing the book as I head to the door to the cabin, but am stopped as I hear my dragon's voice inside my head once more.

'Captain's coming! With crew! Hide!' She shouts inside my mind, making me wince slightly. She sends the mental image of getting off of the deck, flying off beside of the ship, keeping me informed of where she is.

My ears folding back against my head as I take a few steps back, hearing pawsteps on the wooden struts outside of the cabin door. I find my feet move below me on their own, and the next thing I know, I'm slumped up against the inside of the desk. The front board of the desk being my only barrier between me and the crew entering the captain's quarters. It sounds like two or more people entering the cabin, in the midst of a conversation. My heart slumps as I hear the captain, his distinct, heavy paw steps coming towards his desk.

“They haven't shown any real signs of suspicious activity. I mean, the fox does eat a bit much for his size." A masculine voice states, a slight dismissive tone to his voice.

“And yet the dragon brings in enough fish to make up for it, tenfold even." The captain responds, coming around the side of his desk. “We can probably account his appetite to those golden horns he has, bet they'd make a fair price."

“His dragon probably gave him them, we better get the dragon to make us something similar, rather than chop them off the fox's head. Best not sour our relationship with them, when we can just ask for a few. Who says they can't be grown off a piece of wood, or off the helm. Bet they'd look good on the ship." The first voice responds, at least not wanting to cause me undue harm.

“Good, but they'll be heavy. Maybe we can find if the dragon can grow them on the already existing bow?"

'Please don't... please don't...' I think, hoping beyond hope that he doesn't continue.

But then, it happens. He sits down, resting with a small sigh in his chair. My heart's in my throat, beating like a drum of my anxiety. I hear him take a small sniff of the air, and then his leg starts to move under the desk, his foot searching for me. It pushes out suddenly and strikes me in the middle of my chest, making me huff out quietly. I don't know how I keep my horns from hitting the inside of his desk, but I am glad that I don't. Time stands still under the desk, nothing else seems to exist for me, just... anxiety, the voices from above the desk, and the inclosing space.

“Maybe, we also need to make sure they don't try and steal anything." Another, male voice states, different from the first and the captain's.

“They would've done it by now if they wanted to steal anything." The captain states. “The dragon can fly, but I doubt they'd wait a week before trying anything. We're too far from the last port, for the dragon to fly back to, especially with a fox and loot on her back. They probably wouldn't steal and bail to next port, too many people and an unknown location. I think they see it as better to be a part of the crew, pay their part. And, for the time being, it's better for us too."

I wait, expecting him to call me out, to bring me up and gut me for daring to be in his cabin. But... he doesn't. And then, I realise that my paws are at the lion's ankles. Maybe he realises that I would've taken the opportunity to attack him, if that was my plan. So I wait, under the desk, as the conversation continues above me.

“You have a point," the first voice states.

“We'll keep our eyes on them, just in case. If stuff does go missing, we'll have their things searched first. But we'll check everyone's things, we have to at least appear fair." The captain states, seemingly pleasing the crew, for the moment at least.

“Aye, aye, captain." Both men say, before exiting the cabin, leaving me alone with the lion. His toes press against my chest, claws unsheathing as pressing into my shirt. I feel my heart race once again, especially when the captain moves his chair back, partially pushing against my chest to do so. I gulp as I can almost feel his gaze on me. I build my courage up, and look up at the lion.

“Now... what should I do with you?" He asks, his piercing blue eyes burning into me.

“I... I'm... I didn't..." I try to speak, but my mind is too blank to actually process anything, ears folded back against my head.

“Hush, breathe. Take a moment." His lips pull back into a toothy smile. “Now, what are you doing under my desk?"

“I..." I breathe in, and out. In, and out. “I saw... your books, first time I was here, caught my attention. Heard you coming, hid."

“Caught your attention? Why?"

“I love... books, maps, anything on paper, you know?" I ask, my ears relaxing a little.

“You don't say..." He chuckles softly, the grin widening on his muzzle “I don't get the chance to talk books with people. Hey, how about we make a deal?"

“A deal?"

“Mmhmm. You empty out your pockets, and if you're clean, we forget this little situation, and we exchange some of our collections?"

“Well, I..." I take a moment, gulping my hesitations down as I move to turn my pockets out, showing him I've got nothing from his cabin. “I don't really have a collection. Not to mention, I don't think I can really forget this..."

“Oh, how so?"

I look up at him for a second, before looking down at his crotch, and then back up at his gaze. I can feel my cheeks burn deeply as realisation dawns on his face.

“Oh, I see. You like the 'sea' and the 'ship'."

“Uh... I think so? If I understand your metaphor correct."

“And you have an eye for others?" The captain asks, with his eyebrow raised.

I nod slightly, feeling my blush deepen.

“Yet, you are with the dragon, yes?"

“Yes."

“And she is ok with your... eye for sailors?"

“Dragons have a slightly different concept of relationships. Sex, even feelings for others, don't make a union to them. In dragon culture, you exchange your heart with your partner. It's not a literal thing, but you kinda... live as one creature, you know? You don't put yourself over the other, but you also don't put the other over yourself."

“I think I get it." He purrs out, sitting back in the chair. “Would you like to get out from under the desk? Or...?"

I can almost feel the implications in his voice, a growl-like purr in his throat piercing into my body. “I... I don't know, I mean... I can think of a few things I need to do down here. Since, you were kind enough not to kill me for entering your cabin without permission."

“I am a kind captain, when I wish to be. And what might these 'things' be? That would keep a fox so preoccupied?"

“Well," I move closer to him, half coming out from the desk. “I'd... probably start with getting associated with your scent."

“Mmmm," he purrs, moving his chair closer to me, bringing his crotch closer to my nose. “That sounds like a good idea. Although, personally, I think you'll like what you find down there."

“Oh yeah? Did you 'sample' your own scent to make sure?"

“Nope, but I've had good reviews."

“Sure they weren't blinded by your frame?" I ask, smiling slyly up at him.

He grins back down at me, his large, feline teeth gleaming in the sight. “Both can be true at the same time, they're not mutually exclusive."

I let our a soft laugh, moving my nose to his crotch, pressing up against his fabric. I don't even need to inhale to be able to smell him, from the strength of his scent. It's definitely not a dirty or displeasing smell, if anything... it is a really good smell. I sniff deeply, and am hit by a mixture of his masculine scent, a particular feline spice that I remember smelling when we first met, and the smell of his cock and balls. I don't know which one is my favourite, they're all so good!

A deep moan escapes my lips as I breath out, unable to hold myself back as I take another sniff of his crotch. I feel his paw at the back of my head, petting me softly as I continue to huff his musk. With every inhale, I fall deeper into my own lust, my mind being overtaken by the urge to push myself deeper against his growing cock. He gets harder and harder against my face, the scent only deepening with every throb of his length. My heart flutters at this, realising that his musk only gets better! I barely register my maw opening up, my tongue licking up the fabric of his trousers, licking his bulge through the rugged material.

“That's a good fox... you love it, don't you?" The captain asks, pressing my nose up against his crotch.

I can only moan in affirmation as a response, words not forming in my mind, let alone being able to speak them. This seems to make him happy, smiling at me softly.

“Good fox, you know... if you wanted, you could 'open things up'."

It takes me another whiff of his masculine scent before I realise that he's telling me to blow him. I blush deeply at the realisation, but I don't need any additional motivation to get a little closer. With an excited huff, I do so, revealing his undergarments, which somehow leave less to the imagination. My maw waters at the sight of his bulge, just at the thought of his taste, his size, his scent. I take a moment to just admire it, before I take action.

I run my nose up his bulge, inhaling his scent once more as my paws go to his waistband, pulling it down to reveal his cock and balls. His cock has a pointed tip, with barbs around his cock head, with tiger stripes going down his dick, black stripes across his pink skin. The sheer size of his cock and balls takes me by surprise, as I move his waistband underneath his apple sized orbs. Licking my lips, I look up at the captain, before I move my snout to his balls, giving both a soft, yet passionate kiss. Moving my snout up his length, I sniff again, while licking his skin, until I'm at his tip, gulping down his taste with glee.

“Good fox... you're such a good lad." The captain purrs out, his paws grabbing onto my horns.

“Oh, captain. You taste so good! And smell even better." I respond, barely able to hold myself back from just jamming his cock down my throat.

“You want it, don't you? I can see it in your eyes."

“Y-yes. I don't just want it... I need it in me..."

“Then, why don't you satisfy your urges?" He asks, seemingly half amused at the idea of me punishing myself, by not sucking him off.

“It's sexier... if you give me permission, sir." I respond with a small smile, looking up at him.

“Oh, does the fox need permission to suck my dripping cock?"

“Don't be so... crude. Please, sir."

“Why? You're the one sniffing my cock."

“Please sir, I-agh! Mmmph!" I'm shut up by him pushing me down onto his cock, his cock tip getting to the back of my throat before he stops.

Looking up at him, with big, begging eyes, not wanting him to pull me off. The captain doesn't say anything as he pushes me even further down his length. I can feel his barbs as they travel down my gullet, feeling every inch of him as I try and keep up with him, gulping as best I can. As my neck bulges to accommodate his size, feeling a little pain with having to take such a big length. Despite this, I can't help but fall in love with this feeling, wanting to push myself as far as I can, unable to hold myself back from the Captain's length.

Somehow, despite my earlier statement, his taste is even better than his smell, being the only thing that keeps me from gagging on his cock. Maybe having it lodged in my throat enhances the flavour. My eyes roll back into my skull, as the captain's tip hits the base of my neck. I move my paws to his inner thighs, digging my fingers into his warm fur, feeling his muscular legs underneath. I'm in utter bliss with every thrust down his cock, focusing on not gagging around his length, never wanting this to end. Claws dragging across the lion's inner thighs, it feels as though I'm melting into him, losing myself to the wet, sloppy situation we find ourselves in.

“Hmmm, good fox. You're doing such a good job..." The captain purrs, his grip tightening on my horns. “You love my cock, don't you?"

I try and moan in affirmation, but thanks to the large, throbbing cock in my throat, all I can do is lick and lap at his length as a way to confirm my affection for his dick. He lets me move back enough to breath a couple of times, before moving me back down his cock. Doing this a couple of times, he starts to huff deeply, his purrs turning into soft growls. With this, his face turns a little more aggressive, baring his teeth at me. Despite his aggressive expression, it feels more sexual, than actual anger. But this doesn't stop me from feeling his dominance, the wild hunger under his fur coming up to the surface. Slamming me down to the base of his cock again, I expect him to start cumming, but he just growls down at me.

“Fuck, I wanna fill you so bad..." He says, letting out a strained groan, as if he is restraining himself. “But, no. I wanna test more of you out."

It takes him a moment, but he finally pulls me off, his paws releasing from my horns. I gasp softly as my throat is finally empty, but I find myself craving him in me again. Looking at him as I slowly clean my chin, blushing deeply as I taste his pre-cum in my fur. The captain lays back in his chair, trying to control his breathing.

“Got a little into there, didn't you?" I ask, letting out a small chuckle.

“Don't... test me, fox." He half growls, but his lips turn upwards in a smile. “Did you really expect a lion not to go a little wild?"

I move out from under the desk, standing up next to the lion. *So, where do you want me?"

“On the desk, chest up. I wanna see your face as I fuck you."

“Mmmph, classy."

I start to undress, showing off my fur colours. Looking at the charts, books and items across his desk, I'm worried about ruining them. But the captain just jerks his head, signalling me to get on. Doing as he wants, I move myself onto the hard wooden surface, feeling the charts move under my body. I feel... exposed, while on the desk, especially underneath the lion's gaze. Although, I still feel that same excitement, the one I felt when I first met the captain.

“Hmmm, beautiful." The lion purrs, looking me over.

“Do you mean me? Or your charts?" I ask, feeling my heart race inside my chest.

He moves over me, his large paws slamming either side of my head, looming over me dominantly. “Why don't I show you?"

With this, he moves his lips to mine, a soft motion that takes me by surprise. I'm frozen for a moment, but soon find myself kissing him back, moaning into his maw. They're soft and far from masculine, and yet, they seem to spur the captain on, grinding himself down against me with passion. His tongue slides into my maw, exploring the inside of my maw with a soft lust that feeds into my own, wanting more.

The taste of his saliva and maw makes me want to stay like this forever, to have his tongue stay in my maw. And yet... it doesn't. He pulls away from the kiss, licking his lips as his eyes pierce down at me. This lasts only a moment before he moves down between my legs, I let out a small whimper as his lips press up against my pink length, giving it a kiss. A purr escapes his muzzle as he does this, keeping his eyes focused on me.

Moving even further down, he presses his muzzle between my ass cheeks, nose against my balls, and whiskers tickling my inner thighs. His tongue rasps against my hole, and I shiver in response, trying to stifle a moan. Repeating the action, I'm less successful at keeping quiet from the pleasure, having my moans drawn out of me. I can't believe how good the captain is at rimming, seemingly knowing my every weak spot right off the bat. My paw can't keep away from my length, jerking myself softly as the lion's tongue moves deeper into my hole. My head rolls back, moaning out deeply as I'm prepped by the captain's large tongue.

Just like before, it ends all too soon, the lion moving back over me, paws returning beside my head as his length slides up the cleft of my ass. I shiver as I, once again, feel just how big he is, wanting it back in me again. I open my maw, trying to put my desire and wants into words, but only moans escape from my lips. The captain seems to understand this though, his lips curling into a smile.

“Such a good fox..." He purrs out, angling his tip slightly as he pulls back, thrusting up against my hole. I clench instinctively, having been a good year or so since my last time with a man. The lion growls down slightly at me, more from annoyance than anything else. “It's not going in if you clench like that. You gotta relax."

“I... I'm trying. It's been a while..." I admit to him.

His muzzle comes to my ear, whispering softly, the rumbling in his chest comforting me. “Deep breaths, focus on my purrs."

Taking a moment, I do as he says, breathing in slowly, letting the breath out to the same rhythm. I repeat this a couple of times, before I feel the lion try again, pressing his cock up against my hole. It takes a couple of seconds, but I feel my ass slowly give in to his length. Gasping out into the warm air, his cock slides into me, filling to the brim and then some. His balls press against the base of my tail on the first thrust, getting all of his cock into me.

Closing my eyes, I focus on his length sliding back out of me, huffing as he rhythmically thrusts into me. I had forgotten just how good being with a man feels, how good it is to be filled. The captain presses his maw into the crook of my neck, his breath coming out deeply, giving my neck fur a series of sniffs. He's treating me so softly, I can feel him holding back. I appreciate the thought, but... I want him to go all out on me.

“O-oh god... you're making me feel so good..." I half whisper, moaning out my bliss as my voice builds in volume. “P-please... harder, faster!"

With a small growl of pleasure, the captain does as I say, shoving himself into me, his hips moving quicker, and harder. I groan as I'm properly fucked now, my body shivering as his paw grips my length, jerking me tightly. Squirming on top of the table, I feel myself draw ever closer to the edge, unable to stop myself from groaning out in pleasure. My ass clamps down onto the lion's cock, milking it of all it's worth, my balls pulling up against my body.

“Cumming!" I call out, squirting my seed across my chest, my length held tightly in the captain's paw.

“Good fox, cum for me!" The captain growls out as he slams himself into me, trying to get to his own orgasm. He continues to jerk my length, even after my balls empty and my body trembles as pleasure is replaced with pain.

“Fuck! Fu-hah! Please, mercy!"

“It's rude to cum before your captain, and this," his paw tightens around my cock, “is your 'punishment'."

I look up at him with pleading eyes, my paws going to his wrist, to try and get his paw off of my length. But I'm met by a deep growl, and despite the pain, I know better than to try and stop him. My head rolls back, calling out, unable to keep myself quiet as I feel him cum inside me. He slams his hips against mine a last few times, letting out a roar as he erupts inside me.

Once again, I feel the an old urge build up inside me, the addiction to being fucked like the slut I am, by a man who knows what he wants...

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Laying in the captain's bed, being on my side next to him, with him on his back. My horns press slightly into the pillows, and while it does feel a little awkward, I can't help but enjoy being at his side. Taking a soft sniff, I smell the combined scents of our musks, of our love making. He's opened up a window to let some fresh air in, but fuck, if it doesn't still smell like an orgy in here. Not that I mind the smell, in fact... I love it in a weird way. Being in a half asleep state, I move my nose into his armpit, and inhale his scent. I let out a moan of pleasure, not caring about judgement or ridicule.

“Reaver..." The captain whispers.

“Hmmm?"

“I'm sorry, about earlier."

“Sorry 'bout what?" I ask, bringing my body closer to his.

“What you heard, about us thinking you and your dragon are thieves."

“It's good, I'm fox, my paws are talented."

“That's an understatement." He purrs, I can almost feel the smile in his voice. “Never met someone talented enough to tempt me into being a switch."

“Well, maybe next time... you can let me closer than your taint.." I purr out, moving my paw around to his rump, giving it a soft grope.

“Don't push it, fox."

“I'd be pushing a lot of things, if you'd let me."

The captain chuckles softly. “In your dreams."

“Speaking of dreams..." I moan out softly, pressing my body to him, huffing at his manly scent. I'm met by a soft purr, and his arm tightening around my back.

“Sleep well, little fox..."