The men moved around me as they smiled like a pack of wild dogs. “There it is,” Sophia said, the first person to speak since the startling news Chaun had told me. Hungry lips smiled, dark eyes gleamed. “Plus the Cap’n’s plenty menacing on her own.”
Thrak nodded his head in agreement. “What a slut we’re carrying,” a new pirate groaned as Castor pulled his cock from my asshole. She shuddered, moaning into the kiss. She slipped down onto the decking and yawned. “Yes,” I panted, leaning against him. She had no choice in it. I shuddered and moaned, my toes curling, gripping the ledge’s edge as I caressed my clit and pretended it was Obsidian’s touch. Her lips moved to my ears. The pressure swelled in my swinging balls. My flesh welted. My eyes glanced down to her crotch. I was a murderer. I would be stuck here on the ground forever. I cannot stand the sight of you.”
“Of course, Master.” I bowed.
