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As a large galley pulled into port, an petite, auburn haired woman standing next to the helmsman, as a man to her right barked orders, all while she watched over the ship, silently studying the men. The captain, Jana Scarlet, was a privateer by trade, she learned how to sail from her time in the royal navy, but it was the sea that hardened her. Only the best were allowed to sail under her command, and those who faltered found themselves on a skiff to the nearest shore, if they were lucky.

While her ship was in port for less than a day, the crew worked, onloading stores and cargo for transport, before Scarlet allowed her men to have a few hours to unwind, before they found themselves back onboard As hands began casting off lines and getting back underway, the sun was creeping closer and closer to the horizon, the crew racing against time to get out of the bay before the sun set.

As they let the wind pull them away, Captain Scarlet stood at the helm, steering them to the open ocean, before she spotted something. A man she swore she'd never seen was working on wrapping a line around a chalk, but was doing it all wrong.

“Quartermaster." She said, not removing her gaze from him. Her quartermaster followed her gaze, and without a second breath, her was walking down to the man, grabbing him and dragging him over.

“Shall I throw the stowaway overboard?" He spoke with a deep, grovelling voice.

“No. Restrain him in my cabin. I shall deal with him as soon as we've left the bay." Scarlet looked back to the horizon. She knew anyone who would try to stow away either had something to prove, or simply didn't know what ship they'd hopped on.

After they were clear and in open ocean, she let her helmsman take the wheel, taking a glance at the horizon and watching the sun creep closer to the water, before walking into her chambers. Inside, her quartermaster was watching over the stowaway, who she quickly dismissed, keeping a hand steady on her cutless as she circled the man as he sat tied down in a chair.

“Do you know who I am?" She asked, stopping in front of him, her gaze feeling like it was piercing into his very soul.

“I do." He spoke, raising his head. He was a slim, but fit, well toned muscles hidden by his light blue tunic, dirty blonde scraggly hair sagging in front of eyes that seemed to glow in the dimly lit cabin.

“Hmm…then what is it you can provide to me?" She traced his shoulder with a finger, keeping her grip on her sword. “You certainly couldn't be a deckhand….perhaps a cannoneer?"

“No ma'am, don't know anything about canons." He spoke, a small tremble in his voice, silent to all but her ears.

“Navigator?" She asked, a bit annoyed. There weren't many positions on her ship she saw the need to fill, and what she did need, she doubted he could provide.

“No ma'am." His eyes shot over to the window, watching the dying light, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. All he needed was a bit more time, then he could show her.

“Helmsman?"

“No ma'am, couldn't fly a ship to save my life."

“Cook?"

“Haven't cooked a day in my life."

She scowled, drawing her sword and resting the tip on his neck. “All the hands on my ship have been personally selected by me! What could you possibly bring to my crew that would make me even consider allowing you to sail under me?"

His breathing became unsteady as the sword grazed his Adam's apple, his hands clutching the arms of the chair. “W-well you see ma'am, I have worked many ports over the years, and have heard the tales of-"

She twisted the bladetip against his neck, drawing a small bit of blood as it dug into his skin. “Flattery will not save you, dog! I would sooner cut you down than waste the time rowing you back to shore!"

He watched the light creeping away, seconds feeling like eternities, a few more minutes, that's all he needed. “I- if I could explain myself faster, I would, truly! B-but if you wish to know, you must permit me a few moments more, please!"

She hissed, reeling the blade back, holding it steadily behind her head, readying it to swing. “I shall not have a grovelling stowaway demand a moment more of my time!"

As the last bit of light faded from the shores the ship left behind, the man felt a sudden tug, lurching forward in the chair, causing her to hesitate. Scarlet watched as the man groaned, tugging at his bonds as he felt a deep burning as his muscles began growing, pushing against the constraints until they burst a part. His bones snapped and shifted, growing as he took a new form, his clothes tearing at the seams, before sliding off his new form. His eyes locked onto her, glowing brighter than before, his shaggy hair seeming to retract as his face took a more wolven form and a thick, dirty blonde pelt sprouted from his skin.

Captain Scarlet stared in a mixture of surprise and fear, her senses flooding back to her as the transformation finished, taking a lunge at the beast with her sword. As the blade came towards him, he sidestepped out of the way, slashing off the tip with his claws, snarling as he leapt towards her. Scarlet took another swipe at him, the blade slashing across his chest, sending the beast backwards. the cut oozed blood and the wolf looked at her with a fierce snarl.

She took another slash, the wolf cutting the blade down to a quarter of its original size, before pushing her against her chart table, the cut seeming to slowly stitch itself closed. He grabbed her by the neck, squeezing tightly, cutting off the blood flow to her head, though she refused to yield, kicking at the werewolf with every inch of strength she could muster.

She was close to blacking out, before he loosened his grip, his snarl dropping, though he remained towering over her. “Besting the great captain Scarlet. I believe that is a noteworthy accomplishment, is it not, ma'am?"

She squirmed around, still trying to pry herself from his grasp, looking into his golden eyes with a bit of hate and fear. “.... I do not think being a mongrel beast is good enough to grant you the honor of sailing in my ship!"

“Oh, but there is so much potential with this, is there not? Where other men need a doctor, I need only the night. Where some grow tired under the moon, I grow strong and restless. Where most men do not quiver at the sight of mere men, all fear a creature of the night."

She steadied her breath, looking over the wolf once more, swatting away his hand from her neck, which took residency on her shoulder. She had to admit, of all the things her crew could do, not a single one every liked nighttime raids after a long days worth of sailing. “And what would you do for the day? Sleep? Do not think you'd be getting out of any work!"

“Of course not ma'am, I would certainly put in my fair share." He bowed his head, still trying his best to show utmost respect for the privateer.

She paused, thinking long and hard, before looking back into his eyes. “You will be expected to work on deck so my quartermaster can keep watch, and you will learn as much as you can from the boatswains. Is that clear, master…?"

“Lyel, captain, and of course! I shall do my best to please!" He said with a big smile, his tail lightly swaying behind him.

She didn't return the smile, going back to shifting her way out from under him, stopping as she felt something warm and heavy brush against her calf, her gaze shifting down to see his furry balls resting against her leg. A bright blush painted her face, and she quickly pulled her away, crossing her legs as she felt a sudden warmth in her womanhood.

He noticed the sudden embarrassment, quickly putting two and two together, a bit of a sly grin creeping across his mouth as he gently began racking a claw against her chin. “This form also has many advantages other men could only dream for~"

She slapped his hand away, her blush being replaced by a scowl. “Just what do you think I am?! Some lowly port whore?!"

“I believe you are a woman who has desires of her own." He moved his hand back to her shoulders, brushing his thumbs across them. “And I am simply a man who wishes to help. I can smell it, and I want to please you, captain, in any way I can."

She clenched her fists, turning her face away as she debated her decision. She hadn't given herself much time while in port to unwind, even with a drink, and it's been ages since she last had time away from her work to relax in such a way. “...You are to do only what I tell you to, is that understood, master lyel?"

“Understood, captain." He was almost giddy with excitement, his tip poking out of his sheath as his hands slipped down from her shoulders, running up and down her body, before resting above her waistband, his thumbclaws tugging slightly at it.

She slapped his wrists, pushing him away and stepping off the table, beginning to strip herself as she stepped towards her bed. It wasn't long until her slender body was bare for the wolf, her hands restine on her hips as she sat down at the edge. “Well? Come here."

The wolf had been too entranced by her stripping, his wolven cock semi erect as all but the knot petruded from his sheath. “Y-yes ma'am!" He stammered, lumbering over to her, standing square in front of her.

Scarlet winced as his dense musk hit her, slowly reaching out and wrapping her hand around his cock, inspecting it curiously. She'd never seen a werewolf before, yet alone ones shaft, so she was more than a bit intimidated. Her free hand crept up between his legs, weighing his fluffy sack, her hand on his length slowly moving as the other cradled his balls.

Lyel whined, using all his strength to not reach out and lay a hand on her head, not daring to say a single word. His cock bobbed and trembled in her tough, his hefty sack churning as it felt her curious fingers, the weight of a good few months of pent up release resting in her palm.

Timidly, she leaned forward, lapping at the strange rod, taking in his taste, before continuing to drag her tongue along the underside, her fingers growing more affectionate as their pace quickened. She was surprised by just how appealing it tastes, the exotic, almost gamey taste making her feel unseasonably warm as she suckled and tasted her way up and down his cock.

He whined and panted heavily, his hands twitching as he fought the urge to grab her by the head, his cock dribbling a thick glob of pre that rolled down his shaft before being lapped up by her heavenly tongue. “C-captain…" he groaned, his cock growing just a bit more than before, the knot slipping out at last, making his cock fall forward against her face under the new weight of the bulb.

She was caught off guard, pulling her face away as her eyes locked onto the knot, the sight making her pause her breath, before it returned hot and heavy. “I-i think that's enough foreplay…" She spoke, her soft yet commanding voice cracking ever so slightly. She shuffled back onto the bed, spreading her legs as they hanged over the side, revealing her soaked nethers to the wolf.

He rested a hand against her thigh, leaning in and sniffing her lustful scent, fighting the urge to lap at her sex. With a nod, he followed her lead, moving his hips closer to hers, coating the tip of his length in her juices, slowly pushing forward, her tight hole feeling velvety against him as he sunk inch after inch into her.

Scarlets jaw hung open as she fought back a moan, her legs quivering as he pushed deep into her, her hands tugging at the covers, her eyes rolling slightly back, looking over his own. When she felt the knot push against her lips, she hooked a leg around him, keeping him buried close and deep, giving herself a few moments to get used to his size, before letting him go.

“You okay there, captain?" Lyel asked, supporting her by her hips, his thumbs grazing over her nub as his knot rested against her folds. When he felt her leg unhook from behind him, he gave a sheepish nod, slowly pulling back, his wolven rod twitching and drooling pre as he slipped all the way back, leaving only the tip inside before pushing forward again.

She let out a soft coo, squeezing her thighs around him as he began to slowly pump into her, his cock feeling like it was stretching her walls as they tightened around him. The more he pushed into her, the easier it got, as more of their combined juices lubed up his shaft, allowing him to thrust faster and faster, until he was steadily slamming into her, rocking the bed in time with his hips.

He growled slightly, fighting back the urge to rut into the petite captain, leaning down and resting his head next to hers as he picked up the pace, his furred sack tapping against her ass. He felt a sudden tightness start to build up in his manhood, his balls churning as the months of build up begged to be released. “S-scarlet…" he whimpered, slowly beginning to withdraw from her.

A leg hooking around his back was her only answer, pushing him back into her, the privateers face flooded with ecstacy. She was so close, her walls convulsing around his length as her head grew lighter with each thrust. She needed it, wanted it, just a few more deep pumps.

Lyel couldn't help chuckling a bit, more than happy to help her. He gripped her hips tightly, lifting her up as he slammed down into her, his knot punching against her lips, spreading them more each time. He didn't stop, even as his cock begged for it, he wouldn't allow himself to cum, not until she had, and they were tied.

A few slams were all she needed, a sharp moan echoing through the cabin as her hips spasmed in his grasp, her sweet juices gushing out of her, coating the wolf's bulb enough to slip it inside with a wet pop, making Scarlet blank out as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

As soon as the sweet scent of her orgasm flooded his nose, and the knot was snuggly inside, the wolf let out a deep growl, the bulb swelling to seal her shut, as a flood of his pent up seed burst into her womanhood. The wolf's tail wagged happily, as wave after wave of pleasure shit through him, his claws digging in slightly, pricking her cheeks as he gave her a few shallow thrusts, trying to completely empty his sack into her.

When her orgasm subsided, and her thoughts emerged through the pleasure, the privateer felt how full she was, panting heavily as she looked up at the wolf, a mixture of pleasure and admiration in her eyes. “Well….m-master lyel… you've certainly… showed your worth."

Hel let out a happy huff, his hands moving off her hips, rubbing up and down her body, gently massaging the beautiful captain in front of him. “T-thank you, captain."

Scarlet looked down at their hips, seeing how the knot tied them snuggly together, sighing softly, before her legs began to guide him down onto the bed with her. “Come, well have to sort out a bunk for you tomorrow. For now, rest."

Lyel was shocked by the sudden warmth and compassion, but quickly accepted her offer, rolling onto the bed, putting her on top of him, his hands tenderly kneading her tired body. “Aye aye, captain."