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Ithilwen remained on her hands and knees near the bow of the Chirp-a-Licious, sandpaper in one hand and a bucket of soapy water off to the side. She was grinding down any imperfections in the deck that came from general use in order to ensure that none of the crew members got slivers in their paws as they did their duties or were maintaining the ship en route to its destination. Nobody wore boots on the Chirp-a-Licious, for it was as much a pleasure craft as it was a pirate ship.

The only exception was Vvilfred, the latest hire that Captain Storm had picked up on one of their treks to the eastern shores of Arrenthen. The massive gray stallion was an ex-military admiral of the Arrenthen navy who was looking for freedom from the Coastal Discipline Authority. That was, the coalition of terrestrial armies that had formed on the shores surrounding the Ijimulian Ocean. He wore horseshoes because if he didn't it would make things worse for the wear and tear of the deck.

Life on the Chirp-a-Licious was about as good as one could hope in regards to living a pirate's life. Bounty was pretty steadily acquired, the Ijimulian Archipelago ensured there were almost always ports to weigh anchor at, and despite Storm's aggressive tendencies there was rarely ever any need to get violent. Even the few rare instances of a hostile takeover of merchant ships often ended in diplomacy.

However, living on the outskirts of the law and deliberately avoiding conflict was something that might not have lasted much longer due to an uprising of outsiders getting involved.

For years, the Ijimulian Ocean was the home of the most peaceful of pirates sailing the waters. Collectively and under the banner of The Spirit of Dalonia, an impressive alliance of peace-loving pirates formed the Nautical Liberation Front with the goal of safely treasure hunting and living without the oppression of the land. For the most part, this was an admirable goal and one that the pirates of the Ijimulian strictly adhered to; as a result, the royal navy mostly kept out of the affairs of pirates unless they found evidence that a ship or its crew was being violent.

Three ships from the royal navy had been patrolling the Ijumulian as sort of a deterrent to keep the pirates in check, including The Gem of the Ijimulian - Queen-Captain Talba and King-Captain Vaulix's vessel. This ship was more like a war frigate, capable of housing hundreds of crew and capable of completely decimating any port or ship that mistreated it. The Gem of the Ijimulian was quite possibly the biggest and best-equipped ship in the history of Dalon to this point, housing more than sixty cannons on port and another sixty on starboard with a total length of two hundred and fifty metres. Nothing else came even close in size or strength, making it the most feared and respected vessel sailing the oceans; even the mightiest pirates chose to flee rather than fight that beast.

Flanking it in the royal fleet was The Grail of Knowledge and Northern Frost of Unity, the third and fourth biggest ships in the world, both captained by high ranking officials in the Coastal Discipline Authority. These two ships were but a fraction of the size of the Gem of the Ijimulian, but still larger than most other ships funded by pirates. Aside from one, that was.

Nestled in between them on the rankings list was Captain Ilorek's ship, the Storm of the Rift. Though it didn't compete in size with The Gem of the Ijimulian, it more than made up for it in firepower and speed. Due to Captain Ilorek's immense magic power, the ship could sail thrice faster than most other ships and was also augmented by offensive magic thanks to Ilorek and Valencia.

Ithilwen and Storm had a direct history with The Storm of the Rift, which was the largest ship in the pirate fleet; both were better for having spent time upon that vessel in particular due to the experience it brought them before going off on their own. Storm also had a history with The Gem of the Ijimulian, for he was once the navigator of that ship. In time, most decorated naval officers turned to a life of piracy in order to best make a name for themselves and get more booty.

All had been well for many years, with the Nautical Liberation Front going about their business without interference from any land-bound laws and the Coastal Discipline Authority keeping tight regulations on the shores it could while the ships from the Royal Navy sailed around keeping things under some semblance of order. That was, until a sudden influx of ships known for their more traditional piracy in the Imatte, Araliptian, and Tafithe Oceans decided they wanted a piece of the pie.

An invading force of pirates who liberally used violence was giving the NLF a bad name.

The Pirates of the Ijimulian had been enjoying endless prosperity in a world where a sort of tentative peace had been brokered, allowing them all to make tonnes of money while also being supplied with an endless bounty of jewels and coin strewn across the Ijimulian Archipelago. Life was so good that Farshores - pirates without a code of honour that were not native to the Ijimulian - had decided that the Nautical Liberation Front were soft and therefore could be overtaken.

Over the past few seasons, there had been reports of violent pirates taking over port towns, ransacking merchant ships, raping, pillaging, and razing down anything in their path. This, naturally, forced a rift between the Coastal Discipline Authority and the Nautical Liberation Front.

The royal navy and the nations that backed it didn't see a difference between the peaceful pirates of the NLF and the violent, more traditional 'Farshores' that had invaded. This meant that there was a three-way war brewing between the SCA, the NLF, and the Farshores, each with their own agendas and methods. While this conflict was brewing, the crew of the Chirp-a-Licious had been dallying about along the north shores of the Archipelago, partying and drinking and setting up camp on beaches without a care in the world.

Much of the conflict between the CDA and the Farshores was taking place between Saff'Rald and Viokenic, so it was worlds away from them. In spite of the world threatening to crumble around them, they had only reasons to celebrate and no amount of potential risk was going to stop them.

Which was why Ithilwen was happily sanding down the deck of her ship while gently whistling a sea shanty she'd learned at port. She had not a care in the world, and her jaunty tunes had done wonders to inspire the others. Before long, the rest of the crew had joined in and were singing and whistling and dancing as the ship rocked atop the lightly choppy waves of the Ijimulian Ocean while the captain sailed them to the northern shores of the Saurian Scar.

Ithilwen was on the deck near the bow, Storm was behind the helm as Captain, Urai was in the crow's nest as navigator, Therris was below deck with Afearnia in the kitchen, and Xander was often below deck taking notes and dividing shares. Vel'Gahrus was rushing from one person to the next to convey information as the deck-lad along with Camari as a deck-lass while Vvilfred and Axial both were doing much of the heavy lifting due to their strength. That comprised the entire crew of the Chirp-a-Licious. A small crew, but due to Storm's heavy investment due to his time on The Storm of the Rift, the ship was designed to work with less than a dozen people.

The vessel may have been the most technologically advanced in the entire Ijimulian due to Captain Storm's pride and willingness to invest in the best. That was also why life on the ship was so laid back and casual compared to what it may have been like on other ships. They were rich compared to most, smart with how they managed themselves and were so far away from any conflict that the news of the Farshores invading the north Ijimulian was little more than a casual warning as far as the crew of the Chirp-a-Licious was concerned.

After many hours of diligently sanding down the corners of the deck's planks, Ithilwen got to her feet and lightly dragged her toes across her work to make sure she had done a good enough job. She felt no resistance and no stabs from tiny splinters piercing her flesh, so she considered that a success.

"Done already?" Storm called from behind the helm of the ship. "Wanna come polish my wood while you're at it?" He boasted a suggestive tone that left no room for misinterpretation. As always, he was overtly sexual with no interest in subtlety. The concept of modesty was foreign to the gryphon.

Ithilwen just rolled her eyes. "Fuck off, Storm." She called back with a smile on her face. "You had me yesterday; go talk to Vel or Xander or something. I've got shit to do." She grabbed her bucket and tossed some soapy water on the deck to scrub with her toes. When she was done, she grabbed the bucket and dumped it over the side of the ship. As she did this, Storm kept staring at her.

"You know the rules, Ithilwen, I am the captain and-"

"And I am parallel in command." She interrupted. "I contributed just as much to this ship as you did, and while you may be captain, you're not my boss outside of official operations." She then gave him a wink as she walked past him, blowing a kiss at him. She could tell he was incensed but wasn't going to say anything because she was right. Luckily for him, she saw Vel'Gahrus scuttling by below deck so she motioned for the purple dragon to come to her. "Oi! Vel! Captain needs you for a few minutes!" She knew he was very obedient - it was his job - so she didn't stick around to see what happened next.

The last thing she saw before ducking into sub-deck 1 was that of Storm with one hand on the wheel and the other pulling his trousers down to expose himself to an emerging Vel, his cock poking out the tip and his sheath glistening with precum and musky sweat. It didn't take much imagination to know exactly what was happening next between those two.

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Below deck, she slipped through the doors to emerge into the shared barracks where the entire crew slept and the on-ship cooks were brewing up something delicious for dinner. The moment she made her way through the support beams that divided the room from the others, a powerful, delightful blast of beefy aromatics hit her like a cloud. Therris and Afearnia were making something wonderful.

"What's on the menu tonight?" Ithilwen asked as she sidled up to the counter between the bedroom and kitchen areas. She saw that Therris was cooking some strips of meat on a hot flat of metal that was heated by a series of six ademane gems over a ceramic bowl while Afearnia was making some soup with vegetables and potato mash. Upon closer inspection, she saw that Therris was also collecting the meat drippings in a cup to be used in a gravy or sauce. It all looked delicious to Ithilwen, but she wasn't all that picky when at sea. When ashore, she expected only the best, but while sailing she expected food that was edible but not much more.

Most pirate ships were outfitted with extremely rudimentary kitchens - usually comprised of a single barbecue pit held in place with a bucket of water to extinguish it in the event of rough weather and little more. However, when Afearnia was hired and brought on board, she had some demands for the equipment she would be granted. That's why both she and Therris had that custom grill with the safest method of heating: the fire gem.

The way it worked was that a series of six gems - each infused with powerful heat magic - were divided among three skewers each with two little baskets to hold the gems. These skewers were all rested on the rim of a special ceramic bowl that was, in turn, resting on a custom made rockwood table all with a grill or sheet of metal on top, depending on what was being cooked. The gems would heat the grill, the ceramic bowl would absorb much of the excess temperature as well as the drippings, and the rockwood acted as an insulator that ensured the portable stove could be moved freely even when in use. Each of these was high class and cost hundreds of gold but Afearnia demanded two.

Regardless of this high-class equipment below deck on the Chirp-a-Licious, food could still go bad if it wasn't in a rockwood refrigerator. Like the fire gem grill, it used ademane gems that were infused with cold magic to keep meats and vegetables at a reasonable temperature, thus allowing them to last longer while on lengthy trips. They had enough meat to feed the crew for a month in there.

Ithilwen didn't expect much out of her time at sea but was still granted four-star meals almost every day. Despite being on the Chirp-a-Licious for more than a year, she still wasn't used to the quality of food offered below deck. So she wasn't disappointed when Therris told her what was coming.

"Just a simple roast beef dinner." He said. "The first slab of roast is over resting on the counter there - I'll be slicing it up as soon as this one's done. Afearnia's making soup out of all the leftovers and scraps for tomorrow's lunch while also boiling the potatoes in seawater to pre-season them. We're going to be mashing them, making gravy and - check this out - glazed carrots!" He then motioned towards a rather large frying pan with a dozen full-sized carrots all sizzling and coated in a thin, sweet coating.

She had to stop herself from drooling. "That all sounds pretty awesome. Simple, but I'll be damned to the depth if that's not a hell of a wonderful meal. And planning for tomorrow! I like it!"

Afearnia grabbed a ladle and scooped out some of the soup broth. "Here, try some. I think it's good, but I think we can agree it could use a pinch of lemon to counterbalance the saltiness."

Ithilwen happily took a sip and licked her lips. "Yeah, it's a bit on the salty side but it's still really good! What have we got for drinks tonight? Oh, and when will it be ready?"

"Just some lemonade for drinks tonight unless you're gonna go after the rum. Food will be ready in like twenty minutes. If you could let the captain know, that'd be nice." Afearnia requested, but she was looking off to the side.

That was when Ithilwen noticed Camari was sitting next to the nearest bed, reading a book but still paying attention. The tiny blue hybrid girl nodded and slipped a bookmark into her tale and got to her feet. "For sure. I'll be sure to tell Storm and Urai." She then got up and headed above deck.

"You know, I could have done that; you didn't need to make her go out of her way to convey a message I could have just as easily shared." Ithilwen pointed out.

Therris tapped the top of the roast beef as he got in close to sniff it. "I admit you're probably right, but it's her job to convey information and she was reading a book. She and Vel's only purpose in regards to this ship is to issue commands and keep everyone communicating properly. They're not fighters and they're not strong enough to help route the ship so..." He trailed off as he slid down the counter to where the first slab of the roast was resting. He then got a cutlass blade - a knife specifically shaped like a pirate's sword - and started slicing it into strips that were of varying thicknesses for each of the crew members. Storm, Vvilfred, and Urai were all far larger than the others and needed more.

"I guess so. I just know I could have done it and let her relax. It's not like Storm runs a tight ship unless we're mooring or on high alert." This was true. For the most part, Storm was surprisingly lax when compared to how strict his reputation had indicated he could have been. In truth, he fulfilled that reputation in the months following the Chirp's maiden voyage. He was strict, nasty, and in some cases violent when it came to dealing with his crew. There was a brief moment where Ithilwen and Urai nearly mutinied but it came to pass that the captain was still getting experience in that role.

Captain Storm used to be navigator on the Gem of the Ijimulian, and since that ship was part of the royal navy there were plenty of strict rules and regulations in regards to how things were run and while the concept of being a pirate had freedom from that very oppression at its core, order is hard to shake that and re-adjust one's life. Sure, all ships required due diligence, but everyone aboard the Chirp-a-Licious had extensive knowledge in regards to how to maintain a ship and needed no guidance.

The only real exception to this was Vvilfred the stallion. Not only was he the latest addition to the crew but he was also the one crew member who actively sought guidance. He used to be an admiral and as such knew how to govern a ship of his own but he didn't like that life. Vvilfred possessed a herd mentality and liked working together without any one person being in charge, at least not him. That's why he and Captain Storm got along so well after Storm's eventual relaxation. The captain was in charge but not an asshole about it, so Vvilfred remained loyal and obedient.

That was why, after Camari was sent above deck to tell the rest of the crew about dinner being ready, Ithilwen decided it was time to go check on Xander if for no other reason than to give the otter some attention. She jauntily waved goodbye to Afearnia and Therris before heading down to the bottom level of their ship, where Xander was doing paperwork and updating the charter in regards to the bounty that had been collected thus far.

"Oh hey! What brings you down here?" He asked from behind his desk. He was surrounded by barrels of food like apples and potatoes as well as sacks of flour and gunpowder and various other amenities. The lowest deck was where the crew kept pretty much everything. Not only did they keep their treasure down there, but most of the ammunition, food, and other supplies needed to keep the ship in tip-top shape.

Ithilwen sat next to Xander and leaned up so that her feet were on the table next to his papers. "Just thought I'd come say hi, see how things were going. I know you hate being alone down here where the sun don't reach and you have only the light of a candle to work. Plus, I wanted to tell you that dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes or so. If you wanna eat with us on deck you'd be welcome to join us."

"Of course I would be." He said with a confused look on his face. "Why wouldn't I be invited to join you? I work on the ship, too."

She considered playing sultry - as she wore a thigh-high skirt and could have distracted him with a glimpse of her loins - but she knew he was gay and had no interest in her so that wouldn't work. Both he and Vel'Gahrus had no interest in Ithilwen, Afearnia, or Camari, which was a shame. Instead, she just shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno, I was being cheeky. Anyway, keep up the great work, I'm going to head above deck. See you there!"

Xander didn't protest, so she got to her feet and went to grab the latch to the mid-level when the hatch flipped up away from her grasp to show the outline of a well-toned stallion standing over her.

"Oh, hey there Ithil." Vvilfred said, surprised that she was down there with Xander. "I was about to come down and get the otter for dinner, but it looks like you beat me to it." He could have turned and headed back to the deck, but instead made his way down the steps and closed the hatch behind him, thus trapping Ithilwen in the storage deck with him and Xander.

Ithilwen instantly realized something wasn't up. "Shouldn't you be going in the opposite direction right now? If dinner's almost ready, I'm pretty sure we're gonna be nomming on deck." She pushed into him and pressed her palms on his chest. While that close, she felt the bulge in his pants and immediately knew what he had in mind. A smile peeled at her lips and exposed her teeth.

Only once he knew she had figured it out did he elaborate. "Well, we've got a few minutes and nothing to do in the meantime. If you wanted to fill that space, I could think of a few things we could do to keep ourselves occupied. Pretty sure the captain won't mind; Vel swallowed a load of his pretty quickly so he's likely spent until after dinner."

"Heh, clearly you don't know Storm all too well. Knowing him he could have taken Vel's maw then called Urai down from his crow's nest and then mounted you immediately after."

"Probably, but he didn't and now here I am. We gonna do this or not?" Vvilfred was being a bit pushy but everyone on the Chirp-a-Licious had an agreement to be upfront with one another and not mince words. Communication was key on a seafaring ship and with the exception of the pair of strictly gay folks, everyone had an unspoken bond with everyone else so casual fuckery was not only expected but encouraged. This was just Vvilfred expressing that.

She could have said no - the food did smell wonderful and she was hungry - but the offer of stallion cock was a temptation she couldn't resist. "Fine, but make it fast. If I'm even one minute late for dinner I'll be eating your-"

"My what, 'Thil? My cum?" The much larger stallion stepped into her, forcing her to lean against a nearby barrel. He was so much taller than her that her face was pressed tight against his chest as he looked down at her, the flowing fabric of his blouse parting only to ensure their gazes never parted ways. "So what is it, bitch? You want me or not?" He then snorted with nostrils flared, his warm breath tickling Ithilwen's facial fur and hair.

When it came to folks ashore Ithilwen would never let anyone get away with calling her bitch. Folks who didn't know her well would have gotten a dagger to the balls for that, but Vvilfed was no such bloke. His aggression just turned her on more and he knew it.

Rather than make some sly or witty comeback to his veiled ultimatum, she reached back with both hands and hoisted herself up on the barrel so that she was closer to eye level with him. While there she slowly parted her legs and leaned back, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him in tight while also pulling her skirt up to expose her plump pink lips. She was canine, after all. "Well? What are you waiting for, stud? I can't be left hanging forever."

Vvilfred hurriedly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them down just far enough to expose his sheath and balls while still keeping them held up above his knees. His equine member was already unfolding from his depths and moist with arousal even before he had fully exposed himself to her. A cloud of stallion musk billowed up from between them, an indication of how pent up he truly was. Must have been days since he last felt release.

This only excited Ithilwen more. She had been partnered up with everyone on the ship except Xander and Vel, so she was more than capable of handling even the roughest of partners by this point in her career. Few things were as exciting to her as the joy of being mounted by a stud with feral lust in his loins. While she waited, she started rubbing herself and parting her lips to smear her own bubbling arousal all over her flesh in anticipation for what her stud had to offer. Luckily, she didn't have to wait long for him to give her what they both wanted.

He leaned over her and gripped the side of the barrel with one hand while his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock and started stroking until he was almost fully hard. His member - shorter than the average stallion's but thicker - reached from his sheath to her lower belly with ease. The tip drooled onto her skirt and soaked through to her fur there. For a single stroke he rubbed the underside of his shaft against her clit but quickly saw how impatient she was so he wasted no time in pressing his spongy tip against her lips and pushing into her.

At first, she grunted and winced but was quickly relieved to feel his head pop into her and swell inside, his girth dilating her with ease thanks to their combined arousal. She curled her toes and bared her fangs as she got a better grip of the edge of the barrel, eager to not fall off due to the strength of his bucking. He was also leaning over and holding the barrel to ensure it didn't topple over.

Once he had buried half his shaft in her hungry pussy, he let go of the base of his cock and wrapped his other arm around her side to grip the opposite side of the barrel, ensuring he was cradling her between his wrists for extra leverage as his rock-hard cock tensed up and swelled inside her. The veins lining his length and the urethral ridge all bulged out, pulsating alternately between his heartbeat and waves of pleasure that coursed through him.

Their time together was brisk by design, borne of the time constraints on them and further specified by the fact that Vvilfred was a stallion. It wouldn't take long for him to finish, but those few minutes were the most intense any creature feral or anthro would experience.

He flexed his forearms to squeeze Ithilwen in place as he bucked hard and deep into her, one hoof up on a nearby crate for extra leverage as his tail flagged and his length disappeared into her lips. His flare plunged deep into her, kissing her cervix but going no further before he pulled out and then repeated himself time and time again.

Ithilwen's eyes rolled up in the back of her head as the fleshy texture of his shaft and the spongy yet firm sensation of his flare pumped in and out of her like a knot forced too deep. The best part was when he pressed his hips flush against hers, forcing her knees up and her tail down; it was then that she felt the tingle of pleasure that came from the velvety sensation of his sheath flesh slipping into her. Everything from the median ring to the base of his cock was a silken, lightly textured skin unlike the slick sensations of his shaft on the far end of it.

Nothing felt quite like horse cock. From the explosive tip that tugged and pushed on her flesh with every thrust to the shaft that slid through her with ease due to its lack of texture and being thinner than the flare and the base that tapered to twice as thick while being velvety and perfect for thrusting, everything felt slightly different and served a different purpose. She felt every throb of his member swelling in delight, every slight shift in angle, and every thrust from base to apex. For those brief few moments, she knew what it felt like to be a mare as his massive member pumped in and out of her, tenderizing her flesh to the point she felt like she lost muscle control.

His passion was almost too intense, which was why she was relieved to feel him give one last, most powerful thrust that slapped his balls against her tail hole and stayed there as his urethral ridge expanded and pumped shot after shot of stallion seed deep into her. She could feel the distinct sensation of the pressure building to the point where a jet of his ejaculate burst into her womb and then sucked the rest in due to the breaching of her cervix and the dispersion of pressure.

Such violent dilation of the entrance to her womb was normally remarkably uncomfortable to most people, but to her, it was the most satisfying sensation since it also coincided with her own body-rocking orgasm. The transfer of fluids through her opening was more than enough to make her yelp and whimper in delight as she relaxed and let her arms fold over her chest, lower torso twitching and clit throbbing against the base of his cock.

He didn't pull out, at least not at first. Within only a few seconds of depositing the last shot of his seed into her, his cock started to soften and pull out of her on its own, allowing her walls to collapses in its wake even as he kept his hips pressed tightly against hers. He offered only one last grind of his hips to squish what was left of him into her before her muscles naturally forced him out in a gooey, stallion-seed mess that trickled over the side of the barrel and left her gaping.

Ithilwen was left panting on her back with her legs spread, her skirt flipped up onto her belly, and her entire upper torso flopped over the opposite side of the barrel. She could feel the cool sea air tickling her loins in the last few moments before her muscles naturally closed her up and she was ready to call it a night when she heard the creaking of a nearby barrel being open. She wasn't in the mood to investigate so she kept where she was with maw agape and eyelids fluttering.

A second later she felt the cool, smooth surface of an apple's skin pressed against her pussy lips. This made her bolt upright and glare at Vvilfred. "What are you doing?" She asked, instinctively closing her legs to seal herself off.

"Just having a bit of an appetizer before dinner." He explained as he locked eyes with her. He never let his gaze wander as he grabbed the stem of the apple between two fingers and twisted the apple itself with his other hand. Once the stem twisted off, he tossed it to the side and leaned back into her, pressing the nubbed bottom of the fruit up between her thighs and started grinding against her until it popped into her; this didn't take long given how smooth the apple skin was and how tender she was.

The sudden pressure of such a firm object inside her made her eye twitch and her neck twist a bit as she tried her best to resist him. She wanted to protest, to tell him he should have asked, but the pressure the bulbous object put against her most sensitive spots was too pleasant to deny. Plus, the round shape of it was very similar to that of a knot and fit comfortably just inside here where a canine partner would have tied with her.

She was happy to clench and grind against the wood of the barrel until the apple was forced out of her, but Vvilfred wasn't yet done. He opened one of the nearby sacks and pulled out a carrot, then drew it through his lips to cover it with saliva as if it were a cigar.

Ithilwen had a pretty good idea of what he planned to do so she just braced herself and shook her head, sighing deeply as she struggled to get into position.

As expected, he found her tail hole and pressed the tip of the carrot up against her pucker, gently easing it in until only the leafy stalks remained outside of her. The rigid root vegetable had a bit of a hard time going deep enough into her to be comfortable, and the angle in which it had to conform to her bowels pressed its shaft against the bulge of the apple, squeezing the flesh between ass and pussy. She was very lucky to be filled with stallion cum, for it helped lubricate her walls and ensure the apple could shift and rotate in place until it was in the most optimal position.

The grinding of the apple's ridges against her g-spot made her grunt and push down, nearly forcing the apple out of her until Vvilfred leaned down and pressed his meaty stallion lips against hers, his rough tongue slipping into her to lick the apple inside. His tongue motions helped to grind the apple against her loins as his massive hands gripped her haunches to hold her in place. The warmth of his breath against her clit made her audibly whimper as her muscles constricted around the apple.

Once again this didn't last long, because Vvilfred starting sucking on her opening in a series of kisses until the apple popped right out of her and into his mouth. He sucked it back, bit down on it to crush it while its juices and his saliva trickled out over her lips, then he licked up the creamy mess that escaped her, tongue lapping against her flesh and tugging on her lips while his lips plucked her fur.

Before she could say or do anything - the roughness of his tongue inside her was stunningly appealing despite how uncomfortable it may have been if he hadn't tenderized her first - He wrapped his lips around the leaves of a carrot and started to tug on it without moving his head. Bit by bit and ridge by ridge, the carrot slipped out of her and into his maw, the remnants of his seed glazing it in between every step of the way.

It didn't take much time to finish the rest of it; the last of it slid out of her and she once again collapsed in place with her torso draped over the back of the barrel. She was completely exhausted, having felt one powerful orgasm while he was bucking into her and another smaller one as the apple shifted about inside her. Now, she was weak and tender, unable to do much even as Vvilfred stood up straight, wiped his lips, and buckled his belt once more.

However, it was Xander who spoke before Vvilfred could make some silly comment.

"You two are fucked up." He joked as he tried to pass the two of them en route to the deck of the ship. "But I love it. I'll see you guys for dinner." With that said, he slipped through the hatch, gone.

They both knew and understood that Xander was probably uninterested because of Ithilwen and didn't actually think they were fucked up. If anything, Ithilwen was just surprised that he didn't ask to clean the stallion's cock with his own tongue after. Too many pussy flavours, probably.

"Alright, let's get out of here. Got a hell of a meal ahead of us." Ithilwen groaned as she struggled to find her footing. She was almost scared to hop off the barrel for fear of having her knees give out due to how hard her loins had been pummeled.

Vvilfred helped her to her feet as he adjusted his clothes. "Honestly, I'm good. I had an apple and a carrot and can't really eat meat so there's not much for me on the table."

"Shuuut the fuck up." She teased. "Come on, let's go."

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Captain Storm gripped the handles of the wheel with his pants undone at the front, his sheath exposed. Ithilwen had just disappeared below deck and Vel'Gahrus had just emerged, so he felt it was about time to be given the captain's treatment.

"What can I do for ya, Cap'n?" Vel asked as he hopped up from beneath the hatch. "Ithilwen said you wanted me for someth-" He cut himself off mid-sentence as he saw the purple flesh of Storm's member poking out from the end of the gryphon's sheath. He knew exactly what was expected of him. Fortunately, he loved indulging the captain in any way he could and relished any opportunity he could take to get his lips around a cock when there was no work to be done on board the ship.

The Chirp-a-Licious was a pleasure vessel in many ways, which meant that pretty much any free time was filled with orgies, oral, and all manner of tail-lifting fun. With a captain like Storm, someone basically had to be servicing him three to five times a day, depending on the season.

"What are you waiting for?" Storm asked, deliberately angling his body to better expose the glistening flesh of his cock. He didn't let go of the wheel since he was responsible enough to know and understand that it was not in his best interest to relinquish control of the ship. As long as he could be serviced while still attending to his duties, he would find a way to get that release.

Vel was not only subservient to his captain but eager to please for his own pleasure, so he grinned and wagged his tail while adjusting his wire-frame glasses to ensure they didn't fall off and get stomped upon in the heat of the moment. From there, he got onto his knees and shuffled in between Storm and the helm. He had to wrap his tail around the base of the wheel's stand for balance since this ship kept rocking back and forth in the gentle waves.

Storm stared down at Vel with a glint in his eyes, the midday sun reflecting off his feathers and the tassels on his blue captain's jacket. With one tension of his loins, he forced more of his cock tip out of his sheath to shove it in Vel's face, nearly dragging its length across the dragon's cheek.

Not one to miss out on an opportunity to indulge, Vel wrapped both of his hands around Storm's shaft and began to rub it, stroking up and down the length while also easing the sheath back a little bit more every few motions. Before long, Storm's entire cock was exposed from the spiny tip to the knot that had yet to inflate. Every bulge, every lobe, every detail was glistening with a musky arousal that invaded Vel's nostrils, slowly driving him to become a cock-hungry slut beyond his control.

Given the fact that dragons and gryphons were very close from an evolutionary standpoint and that males often mated with other males, it made sense that the musk of Storm was having such an impact on Vel's mind.

Before long, Vel opened his maw wide, closed his eyes, and swallowed the entire length of Storm's member from tip to knot. His lips even pressed against the velvety folds of Storm's sheath while the spines of Storm's tip tickled the back of his throat halfway down his neck. This might have triggered a gag reflex in anyone else, but Vel loved the taste and had long since grown adapted to the feeling of flesh bulging out his throat like this. For that reason, he just suckled at it while using his hands to knead at Storm's thick, muscled thighs, wrapping his arms around them to pull him in closer.

While all this was happening, Storm had to actively resist taking his hands off the wheel to grab at the back of Vel's skull and force his cock down the dragon's gullet even farther. He knew that his little deck-lad could open his maw wide enough to take more - almost like a snake - but he also recognized that Vel would continue to work him like a professional. Still, that didn't stop him from digging his toe claws into the wood and grinding his hips up against Vel, pinning the dragon between his loins and the bottom half of the ship's helm.

There was nowhere to go for Vel, who happily gulped down all he could. He was careful to not use his teeth - even though he knew deep down that Storm likely would have enjoyed that - and instead focused much of his effort into using his tongue to caress the underside of the gryphon's shaft and in between the two bottom knot lobes, cradling it and sucking back all he could.

Dragons were known to be able to hold their breath for a very long time - which was one of the reasons Vel was hired in the first place - which was a feature that functioned perfectly in a situation where a gryphon knot was lodged deep down his throat. When his maw was closed, he could breathe through his nostrils but when his jaw was forced open like this, he was expected to breathe through his gullet. A gullet which was stuffed and plugged with a throbbing, thick gryphon member.

Rather than whine or pull away, he leaned into it and tried his best to wrap his lips around the base of Storm's cock, lightly bobbing his head to create a thrusting motion of his gullet around Storm's length; he was basically using himself as a masturbator, one with a functioning tongue and perpetual swallowing action! It wasn't long at all before he felt the overflow of precum pumping down his throat alongside a series of stiff pelvic thrusts and throbbing flesh.

Before anything more could happen, the hatch to the lower deck cracked open and Camari popped her head out. She saw what was going on, meekly giggled, and informed the captain that dinner would be ready soon. Once she was done, she gave Vel a nod of encouragement and quickly disappeared below deck, leaving the two to continue their tryst before food was served.

Neither of them did much to register her appearance but Storm did acknowledge her with a nod.

Vel wanted more. So much more. Precum was silken and slick and tasted delicious, but he wanted the bitterness of gryphon seed filling his belly as an appetizer before dinner. Eager for more and in a bit of a hurry, he forced his hands into Storm's pants to wedge themselves in either side of the gryphon's balls, cradling them both and tugging them out to have the pair of avian orbs dangling below his chin. With them came another blast of aromatic musk that Vel could literally taste alongside a sweat smell that tingled his nostrils alongside the bittersweet scent of the musk.

He caressed, kneaded, and rubbed at the gryphon's balls while also maintaining his motions by bobbing his head, undulating with his tongue, and gulping with his throat. He kept every bit of himself focused on pleasing Storm, not leaving a single hand unoccupied.

It was at this time that Storm felt obliged to finally let go of the wheel with one of his hands - sure to keep at least one hand on it for stability - in order to wrap his fingers around Vel's horns, thumb around one and fingers around the other. He had been trying to remain stoic, to captain the ship effectively without much distraction, yet Vel's expert maw was doing wonders for him in such a way that he couldn't help but let his more carnal side take over.

Well, he could have resisted but didn't want to. A proper release was far more enjoyable.

In one massive thrust and a buck that actually stabbed Vel's horns into the wood of the helm's support, he buried his cock as deep as it could go, forcing his knot to quickly expand just beyond the cage of dragon teeth that locked it into place. Each of his lobes swelled in unison before quickly tying with the dragon's gullet, forcing Vel's jaws to widen even farther. His member pulsated and pumped stream after stream of his seed deep into his partner's belly, splashing off the back of his gullet before painting his flesh white from the inside.

Once he felt that he had successfully finished, he let go of Vel's horns and returned to his work at the helm, guiding the ship back on course after watching it veer away due to his temporary distraction. This left Vel, plugged up and enjoying himself, practically hanging off Storm's cock with a knot in the back of his throat and shaft down his neck to deposit seed directly into his belly.

They would be in that position until dinner.

Luckily for Storm - and for Vel, the eager cum slut he was - A knot and a tie and an eruption of seed was not the end of their encounter. With Vel now sitting down on his haunches with his face aiming up, he kept at Storm's balls, kneading and caressing them to coax more of the gryphon's essence out of them, tickling at the base and squeezing gently as if he was trying to force the cum out.

While the two were tied together, the hatch opened back up, revealing Xander. He got one quick look at Vel's maw tied to storm while Vel shrugged nonchalantly and he laughed.

"Dinner is pretty much ready, captain." He said, then leaned in to give a kiss on the cheek to Vel as a sly way to get a taste of gryphon seed before returning back down below deck.

Up in the crow's nest, Urai shouted down. "Did I hear dinner?"

Storm nodded and called back. "Indeed you did! Come on down and we'll have Axial keep the ship en route while we're eating! Axial, that okay with you?"

Axial, the brightly coloured felkin, simply nodded before hopping down out of the rigging.

"Not yet, though. Vel and I are going to remain here for at least another few minutes, so I won't be going anywhere." Storm declared, then rubbed his beak. "Actually, get Therris and Afearnia to set up dinner on the cargo next to the mast. We'll just eat up here; it's a lovely day and we all deserve to enjoy it! I would hate to steal the love from you lot." He saluted Urai and went about his piloting.

Urai offered a salute in return, then dove out of the crow's nest with his wings spread. The black dragon glided around the mast a few times before landing gingerly on the deck next to Axial. Moments later, Vvilfred and Ithilwen came from below deck and helped to lower the sails, ensuring the ship would no longer be moving while they ate. Each person got a look at Vel has he remained tied to Storm before getting to work. This was not uncommon for anyone aboard the Chirp-a-Licious.

Vel did have to make an effort to twist his neck and gape his maw in just the right way to dislodge the knot from his jaws in order to join everyone at the table. The process was twisted and convoluted but resulted in a burst of gryphon seed erupting from the crook of his maw and soaking him from lips to chest. He tried his best to lick it all up but just felt more churning in his gut and threatening to come back up. After repressing this, he composed himself and gave the captain a salute before slipping out from under him and making his way to the makeshift table.

Once the sails were lowered and the helm could be tied in place, Storm made his way to the cargo crates that were going to serve as the dinner table. One by one, his crew all came to the deck to join him at dinner, a delicious roast beef, mashed potato, and glazed carrot meal with gravy and a surprising array of seasonings. Therris and Afearnia came up each with a plate in hand and Camari handling doors for them as they came to serve the rest of the crew.

Food had to be served on dishes that were a combination of plates and bowls due to the nature of the ship and how it was constantly rocking. Gravy poured on potatoes would dribble off the side of the plate without much room for adjustment, so the plates they had were custom made with very tall sides curling up while still leaving a mostly flat bottom. It wouldn't be ideal for fine dining ashore, but as far as ship life was concerned it didn't get much better than that.

They all took a moment to pay oral tribute to the beasts of the depths beneath them for the gift of not swallowing them up before digging in and hungrily enjoying their meal together.

Dinner was the best time of day for most of the crew. It was the one time that everyone was awake and in the same location and also happened to be the most pleasant of experiences due to the fact that Storm and Ithilwen had spared no expense ensuring the cooking facilities were top notch.

Throughout the majority of any given day, Storm was at the helm, Urai was in the crow's nest, Axial and Vvilfred were helping to raise and lower the sails as needed, Ithilwen was doing maintenance, and Xander was doing paperwork and sorting booty or supplies. Camari and Vel were always moving, conveying information between crew members, whereas Afearnia and Therris slept for most of the day, waking in time to make everyone dinner and taking care of the ship while the other crew members slept. Breakfast the following day was usually relegated to fresh fruit and lunch was often leftovers or soup.

But dinner, that's when everyone was awake and focused on the same thing. Dinner was the catalyst for their camaraderie and where they built up a friendly rapport. Well, dinner and the many orgies that took place on a near-daily basis.

"How much longer until we reach the north shore of the Saurian Scar?" Therris asked as he dished out the last bit of gravy to Urai.

As the navigator of the ship, Urai was best suited to know the answer to that question. "If the winds persist and we don't get slowed down by aggressive waves, I predict we'll arrive by noon when we wake tomorrow. Otherwise, it could be as much as another full day after that. Can't predict the weather, so there's a bit of a range." He took a slab of his sliced roast and dipped it in gravy before putting the whole thing in his maw, licking his lips to clean them after making a mess.

Therris nodded and took another slice of roast for himself. "So is that assuming I'm not piloting overnight? Or would you like for me to keep the wind in the sails and a southbound bearing?"

"If you continue to sail, we'll likely end up washing ashore near the volcano." Urai countered, then immediately felt bad for his perceived slight. "I mean, I know you can sail, but without all of us awake to aid you and no lighthouse to guide you, there's a chance you may run ashore. Trust me on this, you do not want to be in a position like this on your own."

He nodded. "Yeah, that's fair. You didn't have to explain yourself." Therris was always polite and understanding, considering his position on the ship. In reality, he was just happy to be trusted with the ship's safety overnight. He and Afearnia loved sharing their time alone.

It was Storm who decided to pitch in. "Why don't we have someone else stay up and aid them? Would be nice to wake to the island within reach. The faster we get there, the better! More treasure, more sunlight, more time to plunder!" He loved earning his glory.

Ithilwen threw a carrot at him. "But if we stay up overnight then we won't have the energy to loot the island. According to the map there are dozens of burial sites, some as many as twenty-five kilometres inland. You really wanna walk that with chests and satchels full of coin while tired from unrest?" She then narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. "Someone needs to keep you acting rational."

Unfazed by this, Storm grabbed the carrot and tossed it in his beak, speaking while chewing. "Well, someone needs to have ambition or we'd never achieve the success we've done so far."

"You're not wrong, which is why we need balance." Ithilwen assured him. "We make a great team, I think. You have the ambition, and I have the intelligence. Between us both there's nothing we can't do!" She teased, mocking him by tossing a carrot in her maw.

Vvilfred chose this moment to interrupt. "Now, now, you two. No need to be antagonistic."

"We're not." Both Ithilwen and Storm said in unison.

"Oh, right. You're just assholes for fun! I keep forgetting that. I'm used to being in situations that'd have someone put in the brig for that sort of subordination." Vvilfred explained, then went back to eating his roast carrots and mashed potatoes. He couldn't eat the beef since he was herbivorous. His comment about being put in the brig was a reference to his time in the royal navy, where strict hierarchies were maintained and anyone speaking out could be punished. Given the fact that he was the newest recruit on the Chirp-a-Licious, he was still getting used tot he more casual and laid back behaviour of the captain and his co-operator.

Storm had to clarify, though. "We're not assholes, we just know when we're being serious and not joking. I wouldn't let it get to you too much. Or if you'd prefer a little insubordination I could arrange that. Meet me in my chambers after nightfall and we'll-"

"No thanks. Not tonight." Vvilfred interjected. Storm had been trying his damnedest to mount that stallion ever since Vvilfred came aboard and had yet to be successful in that endeavour. He was a patient gryphon, though, and was playing a long game with the stallion. Of course, the only reason he hadn't demanded a show of fealty was that Vvilfred was the only one on board who could match or even beat him in combat, so an aura of respect was shared between them.

In fact, there were four trained fighters on board the Chirp-a-Licious. Storm was, of course, the captain and arguably the best trained in combat due to his years at sea and his skill before ever joining the navy but he wasn't the only one who had been tempered by the pirate's life. Urai was a devious master of deck combat, ruthless and swift, he could use his daggers and size to cut down anyone. Axial was stoic and mostly silent but could wield a cutlass like no other and had unforeseen strength beyond his already impressive stature. Vvilfred, however, was even larger than Storm and had been trained in fencing; his stature ensured that he could swing a claymore like a rapier, making him deadly in combat.

Storm knew when he was best to not challenge another. Though he was confident he'd win in a fight - he had more experience - he had no interest in creating strife with such a valuable asset to the team and didn't want to give Vvilfred the pleasure of beating him in the chance such an uprising happened. Of course, he also wanted to prove himself as the strongest - thus asserting himself as the captain with even more authority - but knew this was not the time or place to do so.

The other crew members all knew how to fight as well, but only the four largest were outright fighters, and all could hold their own against any opposing force. Ithilwen and Camari used magic to alter the elements of any battle, thus acting more as support than frontline fighters. Afearnia, Xander, and Vel were swift and dainty, more akin to assassins than fighters. Therris enjoyed a more balanced skill set but preferred to stay in the kitchen, employing a combination of speed, strength, sword skills, and magic. Little did anyone on the ship know that Therris was by far the most powerful asset on the Chirp-a-Licious. Had he not been inherently pacifistic - a trait not all that valuable on a pirate ship - he may have been feared.

But none of that mattered, for dinner time was a time for companionship. Though some of the crew members may have been antagonistic towards one another, it was all in jest and further showed that they worked better as a team than torn apart by shows of strength and infighting.

In a world where one's life might be in danger at any time, it was important to keep one's skills and one's blade sharp. However, dinner time was for enjoying a meal and better acquainting with your companions. Dinner, dessert, and some time to digest passed before everyone slowly dispersed and both Therris and Afearnia collected the dishes in order to clean them and go about their night. Storm returned to the helm, Urai returned to the crow's nest, Vvilfred and Axial kept position to adjust the sails while Ithilwen returned to work maintaining the bannister lining the ship's edges. Camari and Vel once again skittered about above and below deck, acting as communicators, and Xander returned to the cargo hold to keep records and count gold.

Everything was back to normal, but Therris and Afearnia were just waking up, so their day had just started, unlike everyone else who was winding down for the day. This ensured that they had the energy to help out and commune with others, even if that meant bothering them.

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Finally, everyone was heading to bed one at a time. Camari, Xander, and Ithilwen went first, each curling up with a book and some jerky snacks. After them came Vel, who snuggled up tight next to Xander as the two drifted away in their shared hammock. The last set to go was Axial and Vvilfred, who were sure to lower the sails, leaving Urai in the crow's nest and Storm at the helm.

Before ever coming on a seafaring adventure, Therris and Afearnia were a couple and had quickly grown close to Vvilfred and Camari. The four of them had, while ashore, gotten hitched in the eyes of the gods and were now a four-person unit that was together at sea. This was not something they advertised and nobody outside of them even knew about it; they preferred to keep it that way.

Despite them being mated while on the ship, none of them were monogamous. They knew before they became a unit that storm would demand sex from them anyway and the life of a pirate was one of booty, treasure and freedom; as far as they were concerned it only made sense to be both polygamous and polyamorous, which meant they were both as likely to fool around with Storm or any of the other crewmates without hesitation.

Which was exactly why Therris began the long ascent up the mast towards the crow's nest while Afearnia got frisky with Storm. Both of them were eager for some fun and everyone else had gone to bed aside from Storm and Urai, so they caught the captain and navigator in that very narrow window between the time the sails were lowered and the shifts changed.

Therris smiled happily from halfway up the mast as he watched Afearnia get in between Storm and the helm, rubbing her chest on his groin while helping him to get his pants off. She wasn't the shy type and had no problems getting what she wanted, especially if it meant that she could spend the night tied with someone as studly as the captain. She was pretty thin, so a knot the size of Storm's was big enough to make her belly bulge, an image that Therris coveted every chance he grasped.

Despite the view of Storm bending his mate over the wheel and mercilessly slamming into her, Therris was able to peel his gaze away from the erotic sight and continue to the crow's nest, where he met a bored Urai. The black-scaled dragon was looking to the bow of the ship, glancing beneath the surface of the water to ensure the Chirp-a-Licious never ran aground; he hadn't even noticed that Afearnia was distracting the captain.

Therris was able to lift the latch and lean against the floor of the crow's nest without alerting Urai, or so he thought. While waiting to surprise the dragon, he patiently glanced around, checking to see if he'd been seen. It was juvenile, but few things were taken seriously as the sun set on the seas.

"What brings you up here?" Urai casually asked without even looking down.

"How'd you know I was here?" Therris asked as he climbed up into the nest and shut the hatch below him. He was disappointed that he hadn't snuck up on Urai.

"What do you mean? I watched you climb up the mast. I may have been keeping my eyes to the horizon, but I miss nothing; you forget I have the vision of a gryphon. I even saw the captain and Afearnia cooking up some steamy fun that I kinda wish I could join in on." Only once he'd made his declaration and Therris had slipped up onto his platform did he turn and lean against the railing, looking down at his guest. "So I repeat, what brings you up here?"

Therris shrugged as he got to his feet and wrapped his tail around the mast. "I thought you could use the company if I'm being honest." The crow's nest had a one-meter radius from the mast, with the walls completely sealed so that Urai could keep stuff up there with him in the event he wanted to nap. He was the only one who had the option of sleeping out of his quarters.

Urai turned to gaze over the horizon as the sun took its first steps over the horizon, leaving much of the sky varying shades of orange and dark blue. "Oh, well that's always good to hear. I'm used to being alone, though. I don't need the company." Though he was trying to act strong and gruff, the tip of his tail was wagging to show his appreciation. It was clear he was just being goofy and overdramatic.

Knowing this, Therris leaned into him from behind in a full-bodied hug, pressing his chest to the dragon's back while being careful to not disrupt his wings. "Well, I'm glad to see you still love me."

"Aw, come on Therris, why do you have to be like that?" Urai grunted with a twitch of his eye. He was trying his absolute damnedest to not laugh. However, a moment later, he noticed something poking him. "Say, buddy, you wouldn't happen to be too excited to see me, would you?"

"Can't be too excited to see our dear navigator." Therris retorted, nuzzling into the back of Urai's neck while also grinding his crotch up against the base of the dragon's tail. He was partially erect and bulging out in his trousers but wasn't going to whip it out without explicit permission. Of course, he also knew he'd never be told not to do that, so he was patiently waiting for Urai to respond.

"Ugh, you're such a sweetheart, Therris." Urai said as his thick, well-muscled tail wrapped around his partner's waist, pulling him in close and forcing the bulge to rest comfortably between the base of his tail and his haunches. This ensured that the two were as close as they could be while Urai remained overlooking the horizon, doing his duty as navigator.

While still in a hug from behind, Therris slowly slid both his hands down Urai's exposed belly to slip into his trousers from above. His deft fingers started caressing the dragon's slit from either side, his digits slipping in to collect lubricant and finger the opening while deliberately coaxing his length out from his depths. Before long, Urai's cock tip was poking out and sliming up Therris's palms with enough lubricant to soak him from wrist to elbow!

The added pressure from Urai's tail constricting his waist kept Therris's bulging cock pressed tight against the dragon's haunches, exciting him further. Eager and hungry, he also pulled one of his hands out of the dragon's trousers and pressed his palm to his snout, arm still wrapped around Urai's lower torso, to sniff at the musk and eventually lick it off him. This was heaven to Therris, who loved a dominant drake; Moreso when a dominant drake demanded cock, which was exactly what Urai did.

Urai's tail strength not only kept Therris close but practically demanded that the bulge shared between them be put somewhere. His rhythmic constrictions were accentuated by a cursory glance backwards to command Therris without saying a word. That and the sly smirk was all the communication needed to convey his expectations.

Therris may not have been subby but he loved more than anything to be demanded to pleasure others, hence his complete absence of hesitation before he hurriedly pulled his own trousers down followed by Urai's, leaving both garments on the floor of the crow's nest. Once both had kicked their respective trousers to the side, Therris wrapped his hands around Urai once again and started grinding against the dragon's tail base, the head of his own equine-like cock prodding at the slit there.

As if demanding immediate action - Urai didn't seem the type to waste time with buildup when with other males - The dragon's tail constricted once more to force Therris's soft flare into him with a pop that was felt but not heard over the gentle sloshing of waves hitting the bow and stern. The moment he felt the warmth of Therris's cock inside him, the base of his tail lifted up to better expose himself while he started grinding against his partner, depths squeezing and relaxing to massage the stallion-like length every step of the way.

Not one to be outdone by Urai's aggressive grinding and pushing back, Therris wrapped both arms around the dragon's hips and started kneading at the base of his slit, holding him in place and using his bent wrists as leverage to ease more of himself into Urai. He could feel the warmth of dragon flesh enveloping him from flaring cock tip to base, the skin of his length shifting and peeling back down over his rigid core. It felt wonderful, of course, but was even better when Urai started bending over and pushing back even harder.

It didn't take much time at all for the two of them to slowly devolve into a contest to see who could push harder against the other. Urai had the advantage due to his size and the leverage he gained by pressing against the bannister of the crow's nest, yet Therris was able to hold his own given his lower center of gravity and the strength hidden inside him. Once they collectively found a rhythm, Therris started bucking in perfect time with every one of Urai's pushes, maximizing the length of each and every thrust to ensure he slid from cock tip to base every time.

Their slits kissed every time and despite Therris being the smaller of the two - he was a hybrid of dragon and equine - his member filled Urai with a satisfying squelch every time.

Before either of them could finish up, Therris pulled out amidst a juicy squelch and retracted his one arm from around Urai's waist to slip it in between them. From there he used the lubricant he stole from the dragon's fully erect cock to slip a few fingers into him.

"H-hey, what are you doing?" Urai growled as his tail squeezed Therris again.

"Don't you worry, I know you're not into fingers and fists and stuff. Could you loosen up your tail a bit?" He requested, deliberately relaxing his fingers to no longer massage Urai's tail hole.

Reluctantly, the dragon did as requested. "Sure, but why'd you stop?"

"Don't worry, just thought I'd pause a bit, trust me." Therris then wiggled out of the constricting grasp of Urai's tail to get down on his knees behind the dragon, one hand wrapped around the base of his partner's tail and the other reaching between his legs to fondle at the posterior end of his genital slit while he pressed his own lips against Urai's rump, giving it a passionate kiss that involved every available length of his tongue.

Urai then tensed up and relaxed, coming to quickly realize what it was Therris was doing. "O-okay then, go ahead. You have my permission to-" He had to halt himself to grunt as he felt a long, powerful tongue pressing tightly against his prostate and internal gonads. Furthermore, he was obligated to not clench down or push out for fear of ending this wonderful sensation. Yet, despite his desire to playfully compete with his partner, he did it anyway.

Much to his surprise, Therris's tongue was as prehensile as his fingers and just as strong. He was able to keep passionately making out with Urai's tail hole up to the point he felt he was prepared to move on and return to their original position.

Once Therris was sure he'd slathered Urai's slit up as deep as his tongue would go, he pulled out and got back to his feet, holding his fully erect cock with one hand and wrapping his other hand around the dragon's waist. In one fluid motion, he buried himself to the hilt, resisting the clenching and pushing out by Urai's well-muscled bowels. The friendly rivalry was alive and well, so Therris leaned in and whispered, "Bet you can't cum before I do."

"I accept your challenge." Urai shot back, angling himself just right and squeezing as hard as he could go. His intention was to force Therris to milk him from inside thanks to the angle and the depth in which his partner would thrust. However, the squeezing and pushing out - the same muscle control he showed that constricted Therris's shaft - quickly brought the stallion hybrid to climax within only a half minute! Urai had forgotten that his partner had the stamina of an equine.

Therris's flare exploded deep inside Urai's bowels, the bulge of his cock tip expanding to full girth and ramming itself against the dragon's prostate in the final few thrusts that the stud offered. The heat and the silken sensation mixed with the friction and pressure to trigger a leak in Urai's depths, a leak that dribbled out the end of his cock and splashed along the walls of the crow's nest.

He tried to relax, to keep Therris's rapidly shrinking cock inside him for as long as he could, but it was all to no avail. Mere seconds later amidst the gentle sound of splashing as a globule of hybrid cum erupted from his depths, Urai tried his best to pleasure himself manually only to have his partner's length leave him and droop with only a bridge of cum dangling between them.

"Well, looks like I win." Therris said as he rubbed his crotch, helping to fold up his retreating cock back into his slit.

Urai slowly turned to stare at Therris, a grin tugging on his lips to reveal his teeth.

Completely aware of what was coming next, Therris grinned back and rolled his eyes. "Alright, come at me derg." He instigated, not resisting in the least when Urai tackled him and pinned him against the side of the crow's nest.

The dragon had gone half-feral, allowing his dominant carnal side to take over as he forcefully grabbed his member and aimed it at Therris's genital slit, plunging every bit of it to the base with one fluid motion. Not content with a single bucking motion, he ground down on the hybrid's backside, popping the slowly expanding knot in and out until he could no longer extract it due to how big it had gotten and how tight Therris had grown.

Within seconds he felt his own orgasm bubble up inside him, a pleasure that travelled up and down his spine before exploding in his loins as he painted Therris's bowels white. With this final thrust and his explosive ejaculation, his knot swelled to its full girth and locked the two together.

At the exact same time, an ear-piercing screech of delight came from the deck behind the helm. Storm had finished up with Afearnia, tying the two of them together at the same time. As it turned out, both pairs of pirates were going to be stuck in position for at least an hour as the sun took its final steps over the horizon, disappearing beyond the ocean and leaving them all in darkness while the ship rocked back and forth on the choppy waves.

"I take it you don't mind having me for company, then?" Therris purred from his position bent over the railing and looking out over the ocean as the reflection of the moon danced on the water's surface. He was clenching tight, tugging on Urai's knot to hold it in place as his own slit - now devoid of a visible cock and resembling a pussy more than anything else - drooled dragon cum and arousal.

It was then that Urai leaned into Therris in much the same way Therris had greeted him, arms around the hybrid's waist and cock tied deep in his rump. "I always love your company, ya scallywag."

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As always, Therris and Urai enjoyed each other for the better part of an hour before parting ways and going about their duties. Afearnia did the same with Storm, occupying the captain behind the helm of the ship far longer than originally intended. However, when the pairs of crewmates chose to finally take care of their obligations, the sun had set and everyone was running just a little bit late.

Storm retired to his personal cabin - which was also the map room and the meeting room for when new quests were initiated - while Urai curled up in the crow's nest around the mast. There was little to no risk of rain that night, so he had no worries about getting wet. For that reason, he went below deck and got a pillow and blanket to ensure he was comfortable. He was given the option to sleep below deck with the others - and thus was also encouraged to sleep with any of his mates who wanted to host him on their bed or in their hammock - but he liked it up in the nest.

This left Therris and Afearnia at the helm with the moon high in the sky and the choppy waves slapping at the hull of the ship. Both of them were in various stages of soreness thanks to their time with Urai and Storm, something they loved joking about all night. At one point, Therris reached under Afearnia's tail to slip a pair of fingers in her, sloshing them about and coaxing a thick stream of gryphon seed out of her that he not only licked off his fingers but actively sucked out of her while she held the wheel. She then did the same to him by cleaning his slit of dragon seed left by Urai.

Just like every other night, the two of them enjoyed a series of intimate conversations about their time aboard the Chirp-a-Licious, their future plans, their long-term goals, and what they would do in the event of an ambush by a Farshore ship, how they'd fight, and what they'd do if one of them were seriously hurt or killed.

Afearnia was concerned when she found out that Therris wasn't worried about it and barely even thought about such situations. He was so convinced of his own invincibility that he only ever thought about his future and his goals. "What do you mean you don't care?" She asked him after he first declared his nonchalant attitude about the whole situation.

"I didn't say I don't care, I said I don't think it matters. Saying I don't care would indicate that, well, that I don't care. I do care. I care about you and Vvilfred and Camari all. The lot of you matter and mean worlds to me, I just don't really think I have to worry about mortality." He kept his hands on the wheel as best he could, for even though the ship wasn't moving far the wind was still propelling them and they wished to guide their direction even at night.

"But how could you say that? I know things have been pretty mellow this season, but we're still technically on a pirate ship, mate. Not only do we have the CDA breathing down our neck but the Farshores have been wreaking havoc on the western coastline ever since arriving. We could end up in a firefight first thing tomorrow morning and all it takes is one shot to end any of us if the aim is good enough." She was sitting on a crate between the helm and the stairs that led to the main deck, legs crossed and hands on her knees. She had been in that position for nearly an hour.

Therris just shrugged, unconcerned. "As I said, I'm not worried about it. I suppose I never did tell you about my past, did I?"

Afearnia narrowed her eyes and lowered her ears, curious. "No, but I'd love to hear more."

"When I first came to Arrenthen, it was on the shores of the Triquatic Lakes alongside my brother, Chiryn. I was a member of the royal guard before you met me and was about to be promoted to cook on the Gem of the Ijimulian before I decided to not leave the luxury of the land. The problem with that was that I don't remember anything from before my time washing ashore. That paired with the fact that I seem to enjoy impeccable luck actually raised some ears in the capital."

"Get to the point, Therris. This isn't explaining anything." She urged, poking him with her toe.

He swatted her foot paw away. "I'm getting there." He then used his tail to grab the wheel as he sidled up next to her, standing tall over her and leaning against the crates she was sitting on, voice sinister as he continued his tale. "They tested me for months, trying to find out more about my past. They wanted me to be a part of their crew under Chef Kitnip, but weren't sure if they could trust me, so they did their best to unveil my past. They used psychics, investigated me, and even threatened torture but never got around to doing that last thing."

"Why not?" She asked pushing back into him so that their snouts were nearly touching.

"They tried, but something inside me stopped them." He then booped her snout and gave her a kiss on the cheek before returning to the wheel. "As in, literally. Some unforeseen magic beyond my control protected me from everything they wanted to do to me. No matter what they tried, their efforts were fouled and nothing worked. Any attempts at striking me deflected the attacks back on them. Their desires to tie me up just resulted in shredded leathers and melted chains. Manual attempts to pin me down and demand answers from me had the assailants tossed across the room. One of them broke their neck and had to be healed by King Vaulix."

Afearnia squinted at him. "You're full of shit. That's...that can't be right."

"Have I ever lied to you? About anything? Even things that I could easily lie about and you wouldn't question it?" He shrugged again, a shrewd look upon his face.

She paused to try to think up an example in the past but couldn't come up with anything. This didn't make her instantly believe his story but did make her more interested to hear more. "What about Chiryn? Did they do anything to him, too?"

Therris nodded. "Yeah. That's the thing, he had the exact same protections guarding him. Once it became clear that he and I were both under some sort of spell that ensured our safety, we both tried our best to test this theory and haven't been able to hurt ourselves ever since. Even the few times we do things to ourselves like cut our arms or peel scales away to prove a point, the wounds heal within minutes. The most drastic thing we ever did was-" He closed his eyes and twisted his head as if he was remembering a particularly unpleasant memory.

"Go on, now you've got me curious. What nasty thing did you do? Was it piratey?"

"Heh, not quite." He laughed, chuffing and composing himself before going on. "We cut our tails off. I sliced his off with a sabre and he did the same to me with a katana. As expected, we lost a lot of blood and ended up in the infirmary under a watchful eye, but the tails grew back. It wasn't instant, but the tails grew back over a few days. Completely unharmed, as if nothing had happened."

She glanced around him to see that, indeed, he still had his tail. "I see that. And regeneration magic is incredibly hard to pull off, one of the hardest out there. Yet, you claim it happened to you almost by default? By accident?"

"Yep. Exactly. I had no control over it, just happened." He confirmed, flicking his tail for effect.

"I won't mince words, I'm not sure if I believe you." She admitted. "I love you and all, and I have no reason to not believe you given our brief history, but that's awfully farfetched."

Therris nodded in agreement. "Oh, I know. I don't expect you to believe me and I'm not prepared to prove it. Cutting a limb off hurts no matter how sure I am that it will grow back. Still, my story isn't quite over yet. Almost done, dear; don't worry." He grinned and cranked the wheel to the side, turning the ship to once again get back on course; he had been distracted by the conversation. Once he was back on course, he continued. "After that, we parted ways. I went to Klyneth for a bit and he stayed in Arrenthen. While I was away, I kept testing myself to see if this lucky aura prevailed."

Afearnia raised an eyebrow. "And let me guess, it did?"

"Yep. Not only did it continue for me, but it did for him as well. Oh, and it started protecting those I was close to. Those I cared for. Those I wished to protect or not see hurt. Any friends I grew close to over the period between leaving Arrenthen and now have basically been impervious to serious, long-term harm. Never tested it in a battle and I'd rather not, but my life has been full of enough luck so consistently that I have faith in the skies above and the depths below that I have nothing to worry about." He leaned back into her and cradled her chin before pecking her on the snout. "And besides, my luck brought me to you and Camari and Vvilfred, didn't it?"

Though she was known for being hard on the outside, her soft insides showed as she blushed and smiled at him. "Fine, fine. You're right and I'm glad to hear you feel that way. Still, I'm sure you understand my skepticism; I've never seen this happen and ending up with someone as awesome as me doesn't mean that you've got a magical aura of luck surrounding you."

"I know, but I still feel pretty confident you'll believe me one day. In the meantime, we've got a ship to tend to." Therris then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in close, pressing her body to his with one hand around her body and the other on the wheel. She did the same, and the two of them enjoyed the rest of their night in each other's embrace as the stars slid by overhead and the moon gave way to the morning sun.

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As time passed, both Afearnia and Therris took turns holding the wheel to ensure the ship kept in the same direction while also taking turns disappearing below deck to prepare a meal for the others when they woke up. They didn't have to do this - and oftentimes the crew just ate jerky or leftovers from the night prior - but it made both of them happy to be fulfilling their goals while passing the time.

Breakfast was simple. Jerkied bacon and eggs with some fried potatoes. The bacon had to be turned to jerky first due to the fact that meat couldn't stay too long on the ship. Sure, they had the ice gems and the specifically designed rockwood refrigerator, but that only kept meat for a week or two. Anything beyond that often resulted in the meat going 'tangy'. As in, not spoiled, but not fresh.

So, they often had the bacon turned to jerky to dehydrate it before reheating it and serving it alongside fresh cooked eggs and potato. Eggs lasted for months as long as the shells weren't cracked and potatoes remained edible for a similar amount of time provided no bad specimens soiled the barrel.

Therris remained on deck as Afearnia remained in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the ten plates, each of them dotted with some cayenne on the eggs, salt and pepper on the potatoes. At the exact second the tossed a pinch of the pepper powder on the final plate, she called out. "Breakfast is ready, mateys! First come, first served!" The kitchen was on the same level as the sleeping quarters, so she was certain that everyone - sans Urai and Therris - heard her.

Like dogs to fresh meat, every single one of the crewmates lying in bed or hammock stirred awake and rubbed their eyes clean. Camari, Vel, Xander, Ithilwen, Axial, and Vvilfred each got to their feet one at a time before shambling over like a bunch of zombies to the serving table to get their plates. The serving table had depressions for each plate, ensuring that they didn't slip off in the choppy waters.

Every person's plate was slightly different, with Vvilfred's being devoid of all but a single strip of bacon and a heaping pile of well-spiced potatoes and Urai's being almost entirely meat and eggs. Once they all took what they could, Afearnia took her own and politely asked Vvilfred to deliver a plate to Therris, Axial to deliver a plate to Urai up in the crow's nest, and Ithilwen to deliver a plate to Captain Storm. She would have to wake him if he didn't hear Afearnia's call for breakfast.

Ithilwen happily took her plate and Storm's into the captain's cabin, using her foot to open the door and pull it out; this allowed her to slip on inside as the wind caught it and slammed it behind her. As she stood there in the doorway of the captain's cabin, she was greeted by the sight of Storm, fully nude and splayed out on his bed with his half erect cock resting heavily on his lower belly.

He turned to look at her when the door shut behind her, ears perked and wings spread out beneath him. "Oh good, I was about to demand someone help me with my morning needs." He stated as plainly as one could have done so. "Breakfast in bed and some pussy? What deities did I appease?"

"Nothing supernatural here, Storm." She said as she made her way across the room towards the map table. "Just some eager crewmates who love to cook and use up ingredients before they go to waste." She set his plate on the table and leaned back against a nearby treasure chest before taking a bite of the bacon.

"Alright, that too. I should really give those two a bonus next time we're dividing shares. Hiring them and inviting them onto the ship was two of the best decisions I've made." He swung around and laid his feet on the ground, claws digging at the wood while his cock remained in a position pointing upward. He swiped his plate off the table and started eating before looking up at Ithilwen while motioning to his groin. "And why aren't you coming over to enjoy an appetizer?"

"Because it's breakfast, you doofus." She said before taking a bite. "And I wanted to discuss that haul you have set up for us on the northern shore of the Saurian Scar. I was glancing over the map last night and I think we may be headed to the wrong location."

Storm scoffed before shoving one of the eggs into his maw. "I highly doubt that. Urai is one of the best navigators in the region and I look over everything myself before we set out. I can assure you we're going to the right location. If not, then we reassess and move on. Not like we lack the skills to hunt for more food. Plus, Red is on the southern half of the island; he always helps us out if need be."

It didn't take Ithilwen long to polish off her food and set the plate aside. "That's just it. I talked to Vvilfred last night after nightfall and he, Vel, and I all came to the same conclusion that there's a fifty percent chance that our destination is off by over one hundred and fifty kilometres. The maps we looked at made it clear that, with all the hints given in the directions and the layout of the map, there are two locations on the island that could be equally viable."

Much like his guest, Storm took little time in polishing off his plate of food, licking his beak of the spices before gently placing the dish next to hers. "Yeah I know, but there's no way we can know one way or another until we start digging. Given the vagueness of the directions, I came to that same conclusion before we left Koluma and I decided that, of the two locales, this was the one we were going to hit first. Trust me, Ithilwen, I know what I'm doing; have I ever led you wrong?"

"Yes." She answered without hesitation. "But things always work out in the end."

"Exactly. So quit worrying and get over here to have dessert. You've earned it." He then leaned back against the wood of the wall with his legs spread and balls resting heavy against the edge of the bed. There was a thick musk emanating from him that he used the tip of his wings to blow her way, one he knew would entice her to play back with him. Had she been anyone else on the ship he might have commanded her but she had made it clear she was not his subordinate. No, he was finding more and more that he liked the chase of Ithilwen more than the instant gratification he got with others.

Ithilwen wasn't being enticed to his wiles as easily as he would have liked. Rather than dive onto him and start riding his member, she looked him up and down with her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing simple clothes - only her blouse and short skirt - so she seemed horribly overdressed compared to the nude captain. "And what makes you think I need dessert?"

"I didn't say need; I said you earned it and we both know you want it."

Her eyes narrowed as her ears flattened to her head. After a brief wag of her tail and a huff of exasperation, she smiled at him and took a few steps forward. "You're lucky you're so endearing, Captain Storm." She then gave a bit of a wink and took the last few steps to have her knees pressing out against his inner thighs, her body pressed against the side of the bed. There, she peeled off her blouse and tossed it to the ground next to his bed to reveal the white and blue of her upper body as well as the dark image of the tattoo on her back.

Storm tried to reach out and pull her onto his lap, but she slapped his hand away and leaned over so that her breasts were hovering just above his cock tip. So close, in fact, that she could feel the warmth of his steaming member tickling the fur on her bosom.

She stared up at him with intense eyes in an attempt to seduce him without urging him to grab her again. She hated that. As far as she was concerned it was far more fun and more self-affirming to be in control the whole time - something Storm often had a hard time accepting. Still, she got down onto her knees between his inner thighs and bent down, gently stroking his member while bringing her lips ever closer to his pointed tip. Before giving him any sort of oral attention, she looked back up at him. "Let me handle this, Storm."

For once in his life, he did as commanded and laid back with his hands behind his head. The only action he gave her was a few idle thrusts and rhythmic tensions in his loins to further expose more of his length. Eventually, his knot popped from the sheath and started to swell against the touch of her palms as his tapered tip threatened to stab at her lips.

Ithilwen remained vigilant, teasing and making Storm wait before her tongue or lips touched his member. Her paws were nice, but lacked the sleekness or slick nature of a tongue or lips. On the other hand, they also lacked teeth and were far more dexterous so it was quite enjoyable for him. She cupped each of his knot lobes with one hand each, squeezing and tugging as she nuzzled at the tip, heavily breathing on his shaft to tickle him just right and see how he reacted.

As expected, he balled up his fists and clenched his every muscle in his lower body to buck up into her, forcing his cock tip to smear along her cheek, coating her in thick gryphon lubricant.

She had been expecting this, so she twisted her neck and opened her maw to guide him down her gullet. In one fluid motion, she swallowed all of his length from tip to knot with her tongue sticking out to cradle his underside while also protecting him against the stabbing of her canine teeth. Before he could make another move, she started bobbing her head back and forth to simulate thrusting while also gulping and swallowing every few motions to offer a different type of stimulation.

This did wonders for Storm, who clenched his loins so tight his balls constricted into his body and a jet of hot gryphon precum coated Ithilwen's throat flesh and flooded her belly; this was only further accentuated when she took it with aplomb and gulped once more, actively swallowing his length and sucking more out of him.

Things were going quite well for them, as Storm was having the best of mornings and a half-nude Ithilwen was successfully keeping Storm in line with her maw. She would have been happy finishing him off quickly and drinking his essence directly from the tap in order to proceed with her day and was getting as aggressive with her maw as she could in order to achieve that.

Storm, however, seemed to be actively working to hold himself back. A morning blowjob was nice but he wanted to do what he could to fill her pussy with gryphon cum if they had time. They didn't have time, but that's not what was going through his mind at that time. Had they tied together they could have lost half the day's sunlight while knotted for an extended session, something he was aware of but not concerned about.

Ithilwen was about to bring this up, knowing fully well that Storm liked doing this when a knock came on the door of Storm's chambers.

Without hesitation, Storm answered. "Come on in."

Vvilfred and Therris both stepped into the room side by side, phased only for a moment by the image of Storm knot-deep in Ithilwen's gullet before they explained why they had arrived. It was Vvilfred who spoke first.

"Captain, we have some concerns about our destination." He stepped across the room, hooves clopping on the wood and rug of the floor before slamming down a map on the table and stabbing the four corners with a series of knives to keep it exposed. "We're scheduled to make landfall here, at the northeast tip of the island but our calculations indicate that we should be on the northwest tip. If you look, the land formations are nearly identical, and-"

Storm cut them off by grabbing his captain's jacket and slipping into it without ever letting Ithilwen pull away from his groin. He kept working while she remained wrapped around his shaft with both lips and hands. "Yes, we know. I am well aware of the potential for us landing in the wrong spot. Before we left Koluma, I took all the factors into consideration and decided this would be our first attempt. If we're wrong, then on our way back to port we can make another stop."

It was almost comical how casual they were all being in the face of the potentially awkward situation revolving around Therris and Vvilfred walking in on Ithilwen and Storm. In reality, this sort of thing was so commonplace on The Chirp-a-Licious that beyond the initial second or so of pause, nobody was surprised or shocked. Any pirate crew grew increasingly used to this sort of behaviour and the members of this crew, in particular, were pretty well interwoven, physically.

Before Therris or Vvilfred could answer, Ithilwen got back to her feet and gave Storm's cock tip one last lick before turning to the new guests. "Well, if you're gonna stand around, you might as well be useful." She declared as she reached down Therris's pants and started rubbing around in there to coax his cock from his slit.

In response to this, he eagerly unbuckled himself and let his trousers drop to the ground between them both. "I shall not protest this command." He admitted, leaning into her and pressing her down onto her back on the map table between the four knives that held it in place.

Vvilfred remained in place, somewhat confused and taken aback by this until Storm grabbed his arm and spun him around, grabbed him by the hips, and yanked him down into a reverse cowboy position with Storm on his back and Vvilfred sitting on him. Problem was, Vvilfred was still wearing pants and therefore that tail hole of his was of no use.

Storm, naturally, grabbed Vvilfred's trousers and forced them down over the stallion's hooves, an act that coaxed the stud to peel his shirt off as well while leaving only his feathered hat on top of his head. With that new position in place and Storm's lovely view, he grabbed a hold of Vvilfred's hips, dug his claws in, and started grinding between the stallion's thick rump cheeks.

Though Vvilfred remained more than a little apprehensive at the sudden nature of the situation, it didn't take him very long at all to ease into it. Or, more specifically, ease onto it. The moment he felt the tapered tip of Storm's cock probing his rump hole, he flagged his tail upward and angled his spine just right, pressing down the moment he felt the angle optimize itself. He was able to take all of Storm with ease - being such a large stallion with an adventurous partner had its benefits - up to and including the still un-swollen knot that was begging to find its way into someone.

The second his tender, donut-like pucker slid over the gryphon's knot lobes, he felt them swell and expand, literally inflating inside him to press out against his bowel walls. Sensing this was getting to be too big too fast, he tensed up every leg muscle he had to pull off Storm, popping the throbbing knot lobes out with a gush of arousal and precum before slamming down again and once more swallowing everything storm had to offer from tip to sheath. The shifting of weight and the slam of his hips against the gryphon drake's was so hard it was able to rock the ship, if only for a split second.

Meanwhile, Ithilwen was having a bit of a hard time getting Therris to come out to play. She kept rubbing his slit, slipping some fingers in and trying to coax out his cock only to find he was incredibly moist but his length was not interesting in growing into her palm. "What's up?" She asked, worried she may have gone in a bit too hard and a bit too fast.

"Nothing." He assured her, then grabbed her forearm to urge her to go a bit deeper inside him. "I'm just feeling like a bottom today if you don't mind." He then offered a wink as she got down onto her knees before him.

She knew she lacked the equipment to pleasure him as a sub, but that didn't stop her from improvising. Curious and motioning a request for approval, she pulled her fingers out of his slit and rubbed them together before making a fist. When he smiled and nodded at her, she brought all of her digits together in one point to rub up and down his opening before plunging it all in to the wrist, his folds making a glorious squelching sound as his lips passed over her knuckles.

His thick tail slapped at the ground and knocked over a pile of treasure that was next to the chest by the map table as he shuffled in place and struggled to get a proper angle with her. Eager, he lifted one leg up to the table to part his thighs as far as they could go while still standing, the spread actually opening his slit wide enough to swallow up more of her forearm.

Ithilwen grinned and leaned into him, licking around her wrist to clean as much of his juices as she could while slowly pumping her arm in and out of him. She loved this because his natural lubricant smelled and tasted like precum and musk but acted like any pussy juice would, making it a perfect combination for a deep fisting.

Much as all four of them were enjoying their respective partners, the combination of slamming brought on by Vvilfred with Storm and the crashing of treasure as Therris and Ithilwen enjoyed one another drew some potentially unwanted attention.

No knock came on the chamber door before Urai burst in through with a look of concern on his face. Behind him was a shy Vel, who blushed as he got a look inside to see what was happening.

"Well, might as well come on in." Ithilwen joked as she wiggled her forearm to go almost elbow deep inside Therris, her motion coaxing a gentle giggle from the shockingly deep hybrid.

Urai wasted no time in concurring. He tossed his clothes next to the door and growled deeply as he stepped forward. "I thought there was a fight, but I greatly prefer this sort of struggle." He mused as he got in close to Ithilwen and Therris. His cock was already swelling as it emerged from his slit, drooling precum in anticipation of what was to come next. His first choice was Therris, as the hybrid's cunt was fully exposed and dripping down Ithilwen's arm. Urai didn't even wait for Ithilwen to take her fist out of him before sidling up next to the both of them and aiming his tapered tip at the anterior end of Therris's slit, easing into him with ease.

As this was happening and the door was slowly creaking to close behind him, Vel slipped into the captain's quarters, drawn by the musk and sights before him. He could barely resist such a pleasant aroma, but that didn't mean he had the boisterous nature needed to jump right in; instead, he leaned against the wall next to the door, waiting for an invitation.

"Hmmmmm, yesss!" Therris hissed as he pushed down both against Urai's member and Ithilwen's fist, grinding against them and gyrating his hips to feel both moving against his inner walls and grinding against his incumbent cock flesh. Before long, he rolled over so that he was bent over the table with tail raised high and both Ithilwen and Urai behind him, rump hole and slit both exposed. His lips were distended widely as cock and forearm took turns thrusting into him; he could even feel Ithilwen's fingertips wrapping around Urai's shaft inside him, something he had to actively resist clenching around to ensure he didn't dampen their efforts.

All was well until Ithilwen decided to pull her hand out and slide her fingers past Urai's slit and inner thighs. This upset Urai due to how loose Therris felt after being full of cock and fist at the same time, but his frustration melted away when he saw Ithilwen bend over the table next to Therris, tail up and skirt flipped up over her back to expose her blue-fleshed vulva dripping onto the floor.

The sudden expansion of his options almost made him fizzle out, unsure of what to do next, but it didn't take Urai long to wrap his left hand around Therris's left cheek and his right hand around Ithilwen's right cheek and squeeze the two together. Then, without any hesitation, he pulled out of Therris and plunged himself into Ithilwen, her tight folds swallowing him up and stroking his length. He instantly noticed that the two felt remarkably different even beyond just the difference in tightness, such as Therris's hotter and more tender flesh vs Ithilwen's tightness and more unique internal structure.

Of course, it wasn't just Urai who was being overwhelmed with options. Over in the corner, a still-bashful Vel remained to stare at the others, unsure of how to proceed. It wasn't until Vvilfred - who was bouncing playfully on Storm's knot - motioned for the petite dragon to come on over. His own cock was bobbing with each bounce, flare almost fully expanded and precum spraying across the room so much that it was splattering on the floor next to Urai's feet.

Vel may have been shy and bashful in the presence of so many large males, but that didn't stop him from doing as invited by following Vvilfred's lead. Once he got up close, he looked up at Vvilfred - struggling to keep a good gaze due to the fact that the stud never stopped bouncing on gryphon knot - before wrapping his hands around the stallion's shaft and forcing it to stay at his face level, where he could squeeze and stroke it and probe its opening with his tongue.

This was somewhat unlike Vel, since he usually preferred to let others take control of any given situation with him. However, the combined musk of dragon, gryphon, and stallion was enough to make him act somewhat irregular compared to how he'd normally respond. It was the aroma that urged him into the room in the first place and it was the combination of sight and smell that kept him there.

Vvilfred wanted to keep bouncing on Storm's lap but chose to slow down a bit in order to not stab his cock down Vel's throat. He ground down on the captain one last time, his puckered rump hole slowly enveloping the knot one last time as he leaned back into Storm's chest, legs spread and balls sagging onto the gryphon's while Vel worked his shaft and expanding flare.

As a dragon that was eternally eager to please, Vel collected as much of Storm's arousal from between the stud and drake to use on Vvilfred's shaft, lubricating it and allowing him to stroke him. Adding to this, he also opened his maw to slobber all over, covering the equine's shaft with his spit while struggling to fit the engorged flare in his maw. He failed, but that didn't stop him from using his tongue on the urethral opening and prodding inside, like a hummingbird desperate for nectar.

Altogether, the two groups of three enjoyed one another in a series of wavelike motions, creating a sort of haze of sexual mist around the lot of them. A fog so thick that Therris jokingly reached out and drew a cock on the nearby windows before having Urai slam into him once more.

Back and forth Urai went, offering a few deep thrusts to Therris only to shift over and pump a few into Ithilwen before returning. When he was with one, his free hand was reaching over to prod or spread or thrust into the other's pussy or slit, depending on where he was at. Meanwhile, Vvilfred continued to bounce lightly on Storm's knot, popping it in and out while also functioning as a way to thrust into Vel's maw without being too intense. After a while, Storm wanted more and pushed Vvilfred off him, grabbing Vel in the process and forcing the dragon to sit on his lap after stripping down.

By this point, the only clothes anyone wore were Storm's captain's jacket - left on from when he was about to get in the mood to act like a captain - Vvilfred's hat, Urai's dagger holsters, and Therris's horn jewelry. Ithilwen had tossed her skirt, worried it was getting in the way. Of course, none of that was stopping them from continuing to fool around with one another even as they shifted positions.

Urai hadn't finished up yet, so he grabbed Ithilwen and dragged her over to the treasure chest opposite the room from Storm's bed while Vvilfred gravitated towards Therris and forced him onto the map table. This left Storm with Vel, forcing the little guy's stretchy rump to struggle on the gryphon's massive member while the other pairs had their ways with each other.

Vvilfred rolled Therris onto his back and he brought his leg up to get more leverage as he leaned in for a nuzzle, a kiss, and a lipping while he slipped his cock into the hybrid's slit. Both of them loved the sensation - especially the warmth that the stallion offered - but both agreed that his pussy was used up and a little loose from all the pumping Ithilwen and Urai had given him, so Vvilfred wrapped his hand around his cock head and pressed tight against Therris's tail hole and pushed until the flare popped inside, forcing some of their combined fluid out from within.

Once he felt his partner's flesh swallow him, he had no issue slowly bucking into him, easing his length in one feature at a time, revelling in the sensation of tight scales sliding down his shaft, over his median ring, and eventually swallowing up the loose, wrinkled flesh of his sheath that extended up the bottom half of his member. He didn't fuck Therris, he made love to him by slowly and passionately grinding in waves rather than erratic, carnal thrusts.

This made Therris throw his head back and whimper in delight, his tail flicking back and forth under the table to once again knock another pile of treasure over. He wrapped his arms around Vvilfred and pulled him in close so that he could burrow in the stallion's neck and shoulders, his slit and rump both tingling with delight alongside every motion his stud offered him.

"Think you can knot me?" Ithilwen asked Urai as she glanced back over her shoulder at him. She was in a perfect position bent over the chest with her legs spread and tail up, eager to take the dragon's seed deep inside her.

"I'll see what he can do." He replied as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his member for added control and pushed in as far as he could go, forcing his knot lobes to press against her plump lips. He felt like he was about to slip into her when she pulled away and slammed back against him, eager to get a bit of action going between them.

At the same time, Vel'Gahrus was shuddering in delight as he was forcefully slammed onto Storm's cock, his rump cheeks pressed firmly against the bulging knot of the gryphon that held him in place. He loved the aggression, the assault on his tail hole, but it wasn't long at all before he needed a bit of a break and began to resist Storm's nearly-violent yet carnally sensual motions into him.

Ithilwen noticed this and flashed Storm a gaze of control, letting him know he needed to let Vel go before he got too rough with him. She then turned to Urai and gently slid off the end of his cock to cradle his cheek with her palm and offer him a whisper. "Sorry hun, I gotta take care of Storm. You finish up with Vel, mmkay?" She then sauntered over past Vvilfred and Therris to take Vel's hand, switching spots with him. The dragon joined up with Urai in Ithilwen's spot while Ithilwen forcefully shoved Storm onto his back and hopped up onto him, straddling his waist with his cock prodding between her legs and under her tail.

"You sure you have time for this?" He growled at her, hands on her waist to hold her in place.

"It's not about what I have time for, it's what you're willing to sacrifice just to be with me. You have a ship to pilot, captain." She said with a wink as she raised her body up, grabbed his cock tip, slipped it into her, and slammed back down on him with her hind paws up on his thighs for balance.

He shrugged and accepted her 'sacrifice' as he started to buck and thrust into her, not holding back one bit knowing she could handle all he had to offer her. Unlike Vel, who was eager and horny but not fully warmed up, Ithilwen had taken a beating from Urai and was equipped with a body fit for a knot of any size or shape, so he used much of his strength to force her down onto him as he bucked up and ground his knot lobes against her opening.

Vel was still tentatively getting into position as he had Urai urge him to bend over with a hand motion. His new dragon partner wasn't as big or as rough as Storm, but had just as much skill and vigour as the captain and in many ways was a more pleasant partner due to how much more restraint he held in the heat of the moment. Sure, he was rough, but he was a level of rough that Vel was prepared to handle, especially after being tenderized by Storm.

In fact, he was so well loosened up and stretched out by the gryphon drake's already-formed knot that Urai's half-formed knot slipped into him after the first full-bodied thrust. Once he felt that pop and the inflation that happened beyond his tail hole, he lowered his tail and clenched his loin to keep the dragon inside him, trapping him in a tie.

"V-Vel, what's up? Don't want-"

"Shh, don't ruin it." He said, smiling broadly as he closed his eyes and pushed back, legs spread and tail coiled around Urai's black scaled calf.

Given the larger dragon's pent-up passion combined with Vel's relatively tight hole and the fact that his cock had been assaulted by three holes in quick succession, it didn't take long for him to feel that familiar pleasure bubbling up inside him. That orgasmic delight that coaxed spurt after spurt of dragon cum out of him and deep into Vel's tail hole. So much seed, in fact, that the soft flesh of the smaller dragon's bowels seemed to inflate and expand away from his shaft as the space between was filled with creamy, musky semen.

Before long, the pressure built up to the point where slimy ropes of dragon essence started spurting out from between them, soaking the gold coins in the pile of treasure beneath them.

Storm and Ithilwen were having a very similar experience, though Ithilwen was doing all she could to remain in control of the situation by grabbing the drake's neck plumage and bouncing on him only on her terms and at her pace. Luckily for her, this worked remarkably well and he remained obedient enough for her to take the pleasure she wanted from him.

At least until he caught on and started matching her every move by thrusting into her and burying his cock time and time again.

Back and forth the two went, trying to outdo one another with more and more impressive sexual aggression that culminated in Storm popping his knot into her for only a second - long enough to pump her full of his seed - before having the pressure force it back out with a veritable torrent of cum and arousal that literally splashed out over the side of the bed and onto the floor. Her dilated vulva struggled to keep much of it in, but the trickle of fluid that escaped her tickled her just right, especially when combined with the throbbing of his cock and the pumping of even more cum deeper into her.

The more that slipped out, the more he pumped into her. She had an inflated womb and a throbbing passage both struggling to hold any of his essence even though his knot was entirely outside of her. Despite the fact that she knew that Storm had been with multiple people the day before, he couldn't help but make a colossal mess between the two of them.

And yet, while Urai and Vel were locked up in passion and Storm was trying his best to fill Ithilwen, the lovers Therris and Vvilfred had completely blocked out everyone and everything around them. They saw only into one another's eyes, smiling as everything else disappeared around them. Unlike the other two, however, Vvilfred hadn't spent the entire time together bucking and thrusting and slowly building up his pent-up desires, he just went slow and steady until he finally felt his flesh twitching in anticipation for a deep-bodied orgasm.

Therris felt the same thing and clenched down as hard as he could, constricting the stallion cock inside him and coaxing a thick, gooey ejaculation out of his partner that filled him up. He writhed and ground against Vvilfred, twitching his pucker while his slit leaked cum of his own down over the both of them. He nuzzled at Vvilfred, then leaned over to give Vel a bit of an impromptu kiss, sharing the moment even amidst the haze of sexuality that permeated the room.

Then, as quickly as it had started and escalated, the motion between all six in the room stopped over the course of a few seconds. Ithilwen arose from Storm's lap to gush his cum down his balls and inner thighs before she reached out and grabbed her clothes, Urai popped his knot out of Vel and let his final ejaculation paint the dragon's lower back, and Vvilfred allowed his cock to soften and get squeezed out of Therris. There was cum everywhere, a mess that Xander and Vel would likely have to clean up, but that didn't stop any of them from going on with their duties aboard The Chirp-a-Licious.

"Tally ho, mates." Storm said as he offered a salute. He got to his feet and slipped into his captain's pants - more like shorts, really, since they barely went lower than his knees - and headed out without cleaning himself. The musky aroma that permeated his feathers would follow him to the wheel and billow around him all day.

Ithilwen was next to follow suit, hopping into her clothes but actually taking a moment to use a towel on herself before leaving. As she opened the door, she looked back at Vel. "Hey dear, hope you don't mind the mess. You might be here a while."

The weakened dragon whimpered a bit and grinned, nodding meekly. "Not a problem, Ithilwen. I can think of worse ways to spend a day." He then turned to Urai, who was trying his best to pat the smaller dragon's back down with a towel. "It's alright, I've got this."

"You sure? I made a bit of a mess and it's rude to-"

"You have navigation to tend to. Go. I'll be fine." Vel assured him.

After a brief pause of hesitation, Urai nodded and left the cabin to make his way to the crow's nest where he belonged. This left Vel, Therris, and Vvilfred alone in the captain's chambers.

Even though half the crew had left to start their day en route to the island, Therris and Vvilfred remained in each other's embrace on the map table, still lost in the eyes of the other. This could have been problematic for Vel's clean-up efforts, but it really wasn't so he chose to work around them, only asking Vvilfred to move his hooves periodically.

Eventually, the two lovers left the room together, with Therris begging Vvilfred to cuddle him to sleep as the hybrid's day was finally over while everyone else's was just starting.

Onward and southbound they sailed. The crew of the Chirp-a-Licious had booty to acquire on the northern shores of the Saurian Scar. What awaited them remained a mystery and would until they made landfall, but no matter what happened they would find adventure and even some strife.

Only time would tell what fate had in store for them.