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With a harumph, Yskra closes his cabin door and sits down heavily at his desk, drumming claws along the little mat that hides the scratch marks from previous encounters of this behavior.

“My, my, Yskra? Brooding?" A familiar voice comes out of nowhere, startling him as a pair of small but strong hands clasp his shoulders, firmly digging her fingers in and massaging the taut muscles.

“Hello Nef," He sighs relaxing again as he looks over his shoulder at the black and dark fuscia scales of her face.

Being on a ship, his desk chair is bolted to the floor, so instead of swiveling it around he stands and moves to sit on one of the couches, gesturing to another across from him in his blocked-out foyer area of the room.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? We don't exactly talk often. And the company you're usually with is tense…" He chuckles, seeming to be a little happier for a notable event to break the otherwise monotonous past days.

“I noticed you're in a bit of a bind, one might say," She remarks. “And I must say, it's a frustrating one. Days of observation and tracking only to find out your score is guarded by elite mercenaries. Oh, what a shame!"

“Funny you happen to be nearby to witness my woes…" He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“More like a happy accident. Us Godbloods also want a bit of what's on that ship. Really, it's not much, a trifle compared to the rest of the treasure."

“Oh, please, do go on. But give me a moment," He says, standing to open a cabinet and unsecuring a bottle and glasses from padded netting. “I believe we'll need drinks to avoid perishing of thirst on the journey to reach the point of this conversation."

“Oh, hush," She croons, stroking his chin as she takes the glass from the hand he was about to gulp from, the raptor letting out a quiet snort of amusement as he pours himself another. “Like you're any better…"

Truthfully, he enjoys her cheek. No one else talks to him that way without a comeuppance arriving swiftly after; what makes her different is she has the room awareness to keep it between them. That, and she seeks pleasure in getting a reaction out of him, not the consequence. To react is to let her win.

“We all have our moments," He smirks, returning to his seat shortly after her. “Shot in the dark: the Aquilla is nearby and can't deal with all these ships at once, right?"

“Correct. But if someone was able to get them to send one or two ships out at once…" Nef trails off as she takes a sip, swirling the drink thoughtfully in her hand. “It's more doable."

“Teasing ships to leave the convoy is a little harder than just baiting," Yskra shrugs, “But if the Aquilla was able to make hit and runs on one side of the convoy to panic and draw attention away from an underside boarding assault on the other... Well then! Things might get interesting."

“I'm good at one-on-ones, but not leading. Getting to the point," She replies, finishing her drink in one gulp. “That's where you and Aso come in. I think if you two worked together, that tough nut could be cracked before it reaches patrolled territory again."

“Ah, yes, and he'll demand over seventy percent of the cut to make up for 'ammo and fuel of a specialized ship'. I've talked with Rae before and I know he's full of asteroid dust," Yskra rolls his eyes. “I appreciate the offer, but negotiations will break down quick."

“He's used to making deals as someone in a position of power. And that's where I come in."

“Oh?"

“Get him talking and thinking about the details, and then call a little intermission when he least expects it and put this on him," She grins, tossing him a leather collar. “It's fitted to him perfectly, padded lining and all for all your tugging needs."

“You want me to dominate your husband into a business deal?" He asks quizzically.

“No, I want to see his arrogant ass demolished for my own entertainment and just so happen at the same time to work out a little tension between you two. It seems to keep running into one another, so make the best of it, I say!"

“Out of curiosity, why not just peg him yourself?"

“It wouldn't be the same!" She says with a smile, vindictive smile. “There's something that hits different about watching a man go through the stages of grief on admitting they liked what just happened when the load of the one who did it is leaking out of them."

“Had I known we thought so alike this whole time, I would have invited you over instead!" He guffaws. “Just one problem: what do I do with a miniature volcano that doesn't like restraints?"

“Oh, that's easy. Scratch gently along the nape of his neck, under the chin, behind the ears, he'll melt like a housecat. I've watched Tam do it repeatedly while they're in the middle of an argument."

“I feel like there's a caveat here."

“Indeed, there is! That being, once you get it on and the volcano snaps back to reality, it's your job to make that bed-rock."

Yskra snorts at her pun and then nods. “I think I can do that. Can you bring him here in a good mood, preferably needy?"

“Good mood, probably not. Admittedly, he doesn't like finding out we were both targeting the same convoy. Needy though, that can be easily done."

“Alright then. I take it you'll watch from the shadows as per usual?"

“Naturally."

“Splendid! Then I believe we have a deal."

“I was hoping you'd see a good opportunity," She smiles, placing her glass on the coffee table separating them. “I appreciate you doing this. If you can wear him out, I'll have something extra in it for you as well."

“How mysterious," Yskra notes, knowing better than to ask her what it is. “I look forward to it."

“Let me see now," She says, pulling out a small pocket watch made of black metal. “Let me sync up with yours and I'll bring the boytoy around at, say, three o' clock?"

“Three it is!" He replies with satisfaction, pulling out his own gold watch.

At precisely three, the Aquilla comes into view upon the next clockcycle, seeming like it's coming in too fast only to dramatically slow at the final moment and smoothly rest alongside the Archie. Yskra is used to this by now and shows no reaction besides calling out a belay to the call for bracing for impact by Zaryl.

“You can pull that every time you'd like," Yskra calls as a hatch on the top of the Aquilla cthunks open. “In a collision is the one time my ship beats yours."

“My helmswoman has to keep her edge somehow, doesn't she?" Aso smirks proudly as he steps out.

The Aquilla is shaped more like a waterlocked submarine, smaller but designed for combat rather than repurposed like the broad Archie. Forming wings of burning energy, Aso takes one flap to land on the deck, hands in the pockets of his coat as he steps aboard before the spectacle vanishes. Many let out a surprised gasp, some astounded by the show of magic, some annoyed by the unnecessarily expediated docking, and among the watchers is a certain pangolin, Lyn.

“Shall we get down to business then?" Yskra asks as he comes up the stairs, the raptor waving a hand towards his quarters.

“Swiftness is usually the key to our arrangements," Aso nods. “I was told by Nef you would be willing to work with me on breaking the security around the treasure galleon."

“Indeed," Yskra replies as they both walk inside before the raptor closes the door behind them. “I believe she called it 'a trifle' what you were after but left out what it actually was."

“A genuine spellbook, according to a good source. I can't be having that in the hands of nobles," Aso clarifies as he stretches out and pulls off his heavy leather coat, careful to avoid impaling it on his glowing horns and placing it on a coatrack along with his hat. “I have to already deal with one magic inclined loon. I'd rather avoid more."

“How magnanimous of you, truly," Yskra replies dryly. “I'm sure you stand to gain no benefit from that whatsoever."

“Plenty, but so do you if all goes well. If you're willing to agree to split the loot mundane to magical, I think we only need start working on a battle plan."

“Nice try," The raptor says with a shake of his head. “I'm well aware everything onboard that galleon is from a museum."

“All the better to let me have it. Don't want a cursed artifact on your ship, do you?"

“And leave me with what? Ammo and some supplies? After all, I have you and your crew to survey all the treasure first and get all that ooga booga off before we split it," Yskra half grins as he sits down, gesturing to the other couch for Aso.

“And you would trust me not to tell you it's all terribly, terribly cursed?" He replies back with equal sass.

“Oh, absolutely not! But I trust Rae to hit you with a newspaper if you do."

“Ah, damn, conspiring with my crew against me, are you?"

“This might come as a surprise to you Aso, but most people tend to like me."

“And I've never understood why," Aso snorts. “But alright, let's try this another way: we'll split 70 to 30 percent."

“Aso."

“You'll require our firepower to deal with a brunt of the encounter, not to mention your crew will be beaten to a pulp by their steam loaders –"

“Aso…"

“ – if Tam and I don't take them out first. And it's not like you can risk getting your ship in the fray with how slow it moves –"

“Aso!"

“What?" Aso huffs, annoyed to be interrupted mid explanation.

“How do you intend to carry a galleon's worth of treasure in your tinker's dream of a sardine tin? We both know you want more than just the book."

“Okay… 60 to 40."

“Nope. 50, 50. I have a crew that can board and quell their small ships, leaving you free reign to outmaneuver and disable their warships without risking your tail in the process. Really, I'd have half a mind to demand sixty percent with how much you'll not only save but gain on 'fuel and ammunition for a specialized ship'."

“I'd have half a mind to charge you for covering my ship in those blasted nets and taking Sunbeam. What did you ever do with him anyways?"

“Oh, him? We let him go a month ago."

“_You did WHAT!? Why? _"

“I tried but eventually had to give up on most of the scores I could have gotten through him because I couldn't find a buyer. And we both know I'm never paying off my debt to the pirate queen to be able to use her as a fence, sooo… I let him go. No reason to risk keeping such a high profile person onboard."

“And you didn't make him into one of your concubines? Never thought I'd see you let a cute toy go, Yskra. Some of the crew told me he was quite the willing one, too."

“That's just the thing: too willing. When I get attached, I like that ass to stay mine. And that one's was lifted towards anyone with a dick or even a tail they could peg him with."

“I could have really used that to manage Tam…"

“Ah, and here I thought you'd be mad I didn't tip you off on the platinum shipment he told us about that happened to be in your star sector."

“Okay, now I know you're fucking with me. Did Nef tell you we narrowly missed nabbing that?"

“Nope. I just figured," Yskra says as he stands and walks over towards Aso, pretending to go behind him to grab something from his desk. “He's the Great Asogorath, surely he'll figure it out… a few days afterwards."

As the black furred dragon turns to glare at him in annoyance, the raptor's hand glides across his head and behind the ears, hitting the sweet spot Nef tipped him off to. True to her word, Aso almost slumps forward into his hand, tongue lolling out as Yskra uses the other on his chin. And then before the dragon knows what's going on, there's a collar fastened nice and tight around his neck.

“Woah, hey now!" He barks, “What do you think you're doing?"

“What's wrong, pet?" Yskra breathes in his ear, sending an unexpected thrill up Aso's spine. “I could tell you're worked up. Did Nef start something she didn't want to finish?"

Yskra's tail pointedly slides over Aso's pants, a partial erection suddenly tenting tellingly.

“Is this why Nef left me literally hanging halfway through a blowjob?" Aso hisses. “What's with suddenly being friendly?"

“I'm always friendly. You're the one that's uptight," Yskra rumbles, petting his head again and melting him once more. “Now be a good kitty and I promise you won't regret it."

“Nnnmm~ This… changes nothing," Aso mews.

“Let's just wrap back to negotiation after, yes?"

“Oh, so you can use it against m–"

Aso is cut off mid complaint by a firm kiss from the raptor, relenting as the raptor growls amorously against him. Pulling off his shirt first, Yskra pushes his claws through Aso's soft chest fur, groping, massaging, working him up through heavy petting and the occasional caress of his bulge until it is the dragon who willingly kicks his pants off, underclothes following swiftly after.

Yskra is glad to see his suspicion confirmed. That being Aso responds strongly to physical affection whereas verbal input of any kind more or less slides off. At least from him, anyways. The strong glow of the dragon's erect dick confirms his theory, the knot fully out of the sheath and all. Nef promised needy, and damn, did she ever deliver! It makes Yskra unable to resist at least a little bit of playing around before getting to the really fun part.

Moaning as Yskra rubs his belly and then firmly grasps his shaft, Aso's eyes open as all the sudden pleasant stimulus stops and lets out a curious chirp, having shifted almost entirely into an amorous headspace that will happily trade obedience for pleasure.

“Let me get a look of what I'm working with, kitty~" Yskra urges him, motioning for Aso to stand up in front of him.

He does so, heat going to his face as every part of his body is critically looked over, turning as Yskra makes a twisting motion to show off his backside.

“Now bend over and raise that tail for me…" Yskra grunts hungrily, getting a good view of his fluffy back sack and awaiting hole.

It's almost too easy to slide off the couch and grab his toned ass, Yskra lavishing a lick across a digit and caressing the dragon's back sack, a moan issuing from the dragon as the finger pops inside and finds his prostate. This, as one might imagine, forces a much louder noise from him as the sensitive organ is gently massaged and kneaded by a skilled partner, the wonderful sensation being revoked the moment he locks up. This way, Aso is quickly trained to fully relax and has to lean against the coffee table as Yskra's ministrations become more vigorous.

“Thaaat's it. You're gonna take my dick so well, you know that?" Yskra taunts him, continuing to tease him as he reaches around to grasp his erection, gently stroking it.

Assaulted from the back and the front, the black furred toy can't hold out for long, whining as Yskra's firm hold keeps him from humping forward and instead take the milking as it's given.

“P-please… don't… stop!" Aso cries, and Yskra doubles down, pumping his shaft quickly as he locks his teeth on the dragon's neck with a fierce growl.

That's more than enough to send him over the edge, his cum painting the inside of a tumbler held by Yskra as it fills with viscous, brightly orange colored semen. Continuing to milk the dragon with his thumb, Yskra nibbles on his ear until the wellspring finally ceases flowing.

“Aramon once told me this would taste like oranges and cream," Yskra remarks as he takes a gulp of it while it's still warm, pleasantly surprised the fishy bastard wasn't just taking the piss.

“Hah… if you wanted to know so badly before, you could have just blown me," Aso breathes, coming down from his high as the glass is set back down on the table.

“I find it more fun to get things on my terms," Yskra grins wolfishly. “Speaking of which…"

Having taken his pants off while rimming Aso, Yskra spears him on his length, drawing a startled whimper from him as he slowly and effortlessly sinks down to the base. The raptor makes sure he feels his balls firmly pressing against his own before hooking his arms under Aso's shoulders and pulling him up into a kneeling position. Before Aso can protest about the suddenness, lack of warning, or something else equally inconsequential to Yskra, he pulls out and thrusts back in again.

His avian shaft spreads him wide on its girth, the length generously filling the otherwise unused space of Aso's ass with inch after inch of hard cock. Starting with a slow tempo, Yskra takes his time, acclimating him slowly to avoid roughing up his partner. After all, the task Nef gave him is neither easy nor fast, and the raptor certainly doesn't intend to reciprocate being plowed seven ways to sundown.

“Good boy~!" Yskra growls in Aso's ear, the dragon having wrapped his tail around Yskra's waist, wordlessly urging him to go harder as it tugs him forward with each thrust. “All I needed to know is you were ready for more."

His own climax building within his loins, Yskra's hips impact with a wet and lewd sound as he picks up the pace, his length gliding along Aso's prostate with each pass and retraction that sends an electric pulse through the dragon's nerves.

Aso moans girlishly, managing to get out, “I-I'm getting close!"

“Good! Now I can do this," Yskra huffs, lifting him off balance with the leash to hump directly into his eager rump, striking into him like a battering ram and with almost as much force.

The effect is near instantaneous, Aso gasping as cum pours out of his dick in a weak, steady flow that trickles down his taint and coats their consistently kissing sacks, only adding to the wet slapping noises issuing from the captain's quarters. With a final push, Yskra buries himself to the hilt and presses Aso against the table to get as deep as possible, pulse after pulse of hot and plentiful seed filling otherwise unreachable spaces in Aso's belly and officially marking the raptor's excursion into the territory.

Aso shudders under him, his arms and legs shaking and too unstable to push him off as Yskra makes sure to fill him with every drop. Every drop that doesn't leak out the back, anyways.

“Fuck me," Aso says expressively, gasping in breath. “Where did you lea–"

“Gladly!" Yskra grins wolfishly, taking him literally.

Pulled up into his lap on the couch, Aso finds the raptor's erection very much at full mast as he's being slammed down on it again, drawing an overstimulated yelp out of him.

“A-ah! Hey!" The dragon protests, quaking with every thrust that plows his ass, “Y-you couldn't wait – mrf! – five minutes!?"

“While you're all sensitive and vulnerable? Absolutely not!" Yskra snickers, his voice thick with his need to breed the wonderful hole delivered to him. “I'm not stopping until you respond to a clicker!"

“A-ah! S-screw you, yah prick!" Aso stammers.

He has to admit Yskra has skill when it comes to this, his sensitive flesh only serving to exploit him as wave after wave of intense feeling hits him, drowning out everything up to and including coherent thought. His tongue lolls out freely and Yskra doesn't even have to tug on the collar to make him lean back into the perfect position to use him like a fleshlight, soon bouncing along with the tempo. Not long after, his cork pops for a third time, notably less than before though, signaling Yskra he's not got much energy left. Perfect.

Pulling out for just a moment, Yskra carries him to his bed and sets him down facing the covers, pulling on the leash just enough to force him on all fours. Aso is just cognizant enough to lift his tail, feeling so empty from the rough sex that being penetrated once more is almost a relief.

“Just like that, kitty," Yskra praises him, his voice husky with arousal. “Hold like that for me."

Aso will probably hate himself for it later, as well as never hear the end of it, but that order charged full of need from his dominant partner is a siren song that suddenly gives him the energy to brace like a tailor-made breeding mount, and breeding Yskra indeed intends. Wrapping his arms around Aso's chest as he leans over him, Yskra fucks him doggystyle, grunting with the force he delivers behind each piercing thrust into the dragon's now well stretched backdoor. That warm ass takes it with a milking grip, driving them both to further heights, and while the raptor will never tell a soul, this might just be the first guy he'd fuck over a desperate female in heat given the option. Aso certainly caters to him by sounding like one.

His warning to brace comes as Yskra bites down on his scruff and pushes the dragon's face into a pillow, slam fucking his leaking hole with a deep, pleasured growl that nearly shakes the bedframe and vibrates in Aso's chest as the raptor erupts inside him. Yskra loses count of how many pulses of seed he dumps into his submissive after the ninth, slowly but surely swelling with the heavy load until the resulting bump could fool an onlooker into thinking it's an egg.

Aso himself makes a sticky orange mess against Yskra's sheets, going limp as Yskra collapses on top of him. The raptor opens his eyes a few moments later, collecting himself and taking a deep breath as he sits up and stretches out.

“Certainly had to make it hard for me, didn't you?" Yskra chuckles to himself, only half surprised to look over and see Nef sitting sideways in his desk chair with a glass of pink wine he has no such vintage of.

“And here I thought it took a beast like Tam to get the job done. Bravo, good sir!" She congratulates him, pressing her hands together in a quiet golf clap.

“I take it I've earned my reward?" He says with a smirk, firmly rubbing a now unresponsive Aso's backside with a hand to emphasize.

“It would be treacherous for me to back out after a job well done," She says with a wink, standing and letting her thin black dress fall to the floor. “Come get your reward."

Most men would tap out by now. Some would probably have the good sense to be too scared to try. Yskra is not most men, and so he steps forward to pull her into his arms and take a moment to appreciate her body, the smooth scales, the supple breasts, and the curve of her ass as he fills his groping hands with it. All of this distraction leaves him unaware as a clicking sound issues in Nef's throat and she breathes a small gout of pink flame in his face.

Aphrodisiac laden smoke fills his nostrils from the ignition of her drink, and a soft fog fills his head. He blinks, about to ask what that was as the fog transitions to rain and then a thunderstorm, filling his senses with the pounding need to put a clutch in her.

“Take me like this is the last time you'll get to try," She challenges him with bedroom eyes and a firm grope along his engorged package.

Almost instantly she's pushed against the desk with his rock hard shaft penetrating into her soaking wet depths, going balls deep with her head and hands pinned down. He doesn't stop until cum is leaking from her snatch, and suddenly she's gone, appearing on the couch and beckoning him forward. Missionary follows, but she's not satisfied even after draining him again. Still wanting more after he tires, she rides him laying form with a hungry energy that takes from him again and again. Again and again, time speeding into an amorous blur.

Yskra wakes up with her moans and cries fresh in his mind, but he can tell a significant amount of time has passed as he sits up in his bed, having curled around Aso in his sleep after being put there. Shaking the dragon, he slowly rises, his eyelids fluttering a moment before opening and letting out a groan.

“My ass hurts…" Aso sighs.

“In a good way," Yskra states knowingly.

“I swear upon all things sacred," Aso huffs, putting his head back into the pillow with a muffled, “Go fuck yourself."

“Glad you enjoyed it!" Yskra says cheerfully, rubbing his back before hopping out of bed with a stretch that pops more than a few sore joints.

Nef is nowhere to be found, but a little bottle of pink wine with a small flower was left on his desk with a note that reads 'So you might give this experience to another.'.

“Oh, give I shall," He chuckles under his breath.

Making himself presentable with a quick trip to the wash basin and a pat down with a towel, he puts on his clothing and intends to walk off any protest from his muscles, stepping out onto the deck to find Nef, Valkyrie, and Zaryl, along with Tam and Aramond, helping coordinate or carry ridiculously large sums of valuables in the form of art pieces, antique weapons, priceless coins, and a variety of other large shinies off a distinctly familiar galleon he has yet to only gaze upon from afar up until now.

“Good morning… or afternoon!" Yskra greets Nef and Valkyrie as they watch Desty have a field day running between all the pieces of loot, cataloguing every single piece and quantity.

“Finally awake, Captain?" Valkyrie tuts. “My my, you must have been tired. You only just slept through an entire battle!"

“Indeed, it would seem I did. How did it go? My five-minute workshopping with Aso must have made one grand plan!" Yskra remarks, looking pointedly at Nef.

“And here I thought you'd be upset I took the reins," She smirks.

“Upset? My dear, I've woken up to a large enough score to last me for months and I only had to shag a man; I couldn't be more ecstatic!"

“ Oh , you have GOT to be SHIT-TING ME!" They all hear Aso yell from the doorway of his cabin.

“Now that's more like what I expected," Nef muses aloud.

Later, after Aso's temper is gentle quelled by his wife, the treasure is split fairly with the more valuable cargo loaded onto the Aquilla to make up for their lack of storage space. The two ships prepare to untether and go their separate ways. Yskra makes his goodbye to Aso, sneaking in one last scritch behind his ears that earns him an infuriated look as the rest of the crew filter onto their respective ships.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Lyn, could you come here a moment?" Aso calls out to her.

Perplexed but nonetheless enthused to be recognized, she steps up to him, saying, “How can I help you, Captain Asogorath?"

It takes her a certain amount of self-control to not make some sort of nudge at the fact they all know what he sounds like moaning through a wall now.

“I owe you for helping me out previously with my rival. This is for you," He smiles, pulling a particularly large gun out of his coat and handing it to her.

A hand cannon that takes actual bullets and not just powder and shot, it is made of heavy steel polished to a sheen and immaculately engraved by a loving gunsmith. In her other hand he deposits a large box of rounds and a holster.

“I… don't know what to say," She replies, dumbstruck. “Thank you!"

“You stuck your neck out for me. I wanted you to know I appreciated it."

“Oh, my turn, my turn," Desty declares as she suddenly runs up. “Teach me magic!"

“Uh… what? No. I don't teach magic, let alone to just anyone."

“I know magic already!" She beams, moonlight reflecting off her glasses, “But I'm not very good at it and I need a teacher! I saw you use it getting onboard the ship when you arrived!"

“You know how to cast spells?" Aso says doubtfully, promptly eating his words as she points her finger at a nearby bottle left out by an early celebrator and blasts it to smithereens with a bolt of dark energy.

“That's witchery if I ever did see it. That's extremely dangerous, you know!" He warns her. “I've had to deal with more malpractitioners of witchcraft-based magic than anything else."

“All the better to teach me how to use it right!"

“Good grief…" Aso sighs, raising his hand.

A few moments later a book flies out of a hatch on the Aquilla and into his grasp. Its cover is inky black but is otherwise entirely unremarkable.

“This book references magecraft and alludes to its basic tenants, but it's very abstract and hidden in the story. If you can read between the lines and correctly tell me what it's trying to teach whenever we next meet, I'll help you along with something of more grounded substance. Deal?"

“I'll take what I can get!" Desty nods, happily snatching the book from him.

“Mhm. Try not to blow yourself up," Aso warns her gravely, turning to embark on his own ship.

“Should I be worried about that happening?" She calls after him.

“Not as long as you follow the tenants."

With that, he enters the Aquilla's hatch and final waves of goodbye are made before both ships depart, leaving the galleon and its mostly tied up crew, along with the disabled warships nearby, one man with a belt knife to start the lengthy process of untying everyone. Perhaps that will give them enough time to come up with a reasonable enough excuse for being robbed like hapless travelers.