seductive woman in the pirate

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"Captain, a storm is coming. Should we continue sailing?" "Yes." John stood at the bow, his hands gripping the edge of the ship. His face, tanned red and bruised by the sea wind, was as gloomy as the overcast sky. His narrow eyes stared blankly at the turbulent sea. After hearing the question from the shirtless man behind him, he sighed deeply.

"But... Captain, our ship can't withstand the ravages of the waves anymore, even if..." "Shut up, Baker! Do you think I don't know?! Do I need you to remind me?!" Before the man could finish speaking, Captain John suddenly flew into a rage, throwing his most cherished pirate hat at his first mate's face. "Don't ask me about these things anymore, go ask that damn fat pig, that bastard who only knows how to grab gold bars! I shouldn't have agreed to let him on board in the first place. I'll definitely tell the governor about this, and he'll be going to hell!" Watching the captain's chest heaving and his face contorted with rage, First mate Baker looked helpless, shrugged, and left the bow of the ship. He reached out and felt the damp, almost dripping sea breeze, his heart... Suddenly, a wave of panic washed over him. "What should I do? No, this can't go on. I have a beautiful wife and lovely children. I can't die here!" Thinking of the dozen or so Ming Dynasty ships still chasing him and the fat man indulging in debauchery in the cabin, a sense of powerlessness washed over him. "The governor's nephew, the speaker's daughter's fiancé—neither of these identities is something I, a mere first mate, can compare to. How can I persuade him? Even the captain has been scolded. What can I do? Without a doubt, he's been terrified by the Ming Dynasty's gunboats and doesn't even have the courage to turn back and fight." Baker walked along, lost in thought, and unconsciously wandered into the depths of the cabin. A burst of wild laughter and terrified screams jolted him from his reverie.

"Ugh! No, no, it hurts so much, please, please, please let me go..." "Oh! Fuck, beautiful Eastern girl, hahaha! Ahh, this really isn't my fault, I swear to God, oh! Your body is so captivating, such a tight and smooth vulva, it makes me unable to resist possessing you again, don't be afraid, when we return to my kingdom, oh! You will be mine, ah, my first female slave." "Poor girl, damn fat pig Henry, you really deserve to go to hell!" The hatch was wide open, and seeing the sinful scene unfolding inside, Baker's eyes immediately turned red.

Red and green strips of cloth were scattered all over the floor. Their nominal supreme leader, Henry, wearing a baggy tailcoat on his upper body and completely naked from the waist down, pressed the Eastern girl who had once haunted his dreams onto the table, her two fat legs, like water buckets, spread wide apart, swinging her fat buttocks, violently slamming against the pearl-like buttocks beneath her.

Occasionally, glimpses of their joined bodies would appear from the corner of their tuxedos, and Beck even doubted his own eyes. How could such a tight and delicate vagina accommodate Henry's thick penis? Watching the frail girl moan and whimper beneath Henry, Beck suddenly felt an immense pain in his heart. Although he had known what would happen from the first day he brought this girl into the cabin, he still couldn't accept the reality before his eyes. Beck

didn't know why he felt this way, nor what this heartache and pain meant. It was like having his most beloved knight's sword stolen by someone else. He could swear that he had never felt this way in his twenty-six years of life.

"What's wrong with me?" Beck's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the point where the two were joined. Henry's penis was as large as he was, wildly thrusting into the girl's alluring three-inch-wide cave. Watching the white foam squeezed out from their union and listening to the girl's incessant cries, Beck's breathing gradually became heavy.

"No, I don't like this feeling. It must be because I took her money but had to give her to Lord Henry. I feel guilty. Yes, that must be it. Damn it, I'm a pirate! Why should I feel guilty? Or maybe it's because I haven't been with a woman in a long time..." Baker, while stroking his swollen penis under his greasy canvas skirt, searched for various reasons in his not-so-bright mind to relieve the oppression in his heart.

His thoughts suddenly drifted back to six days ago when John received intelligence from his Ming Dynasty that a merchant ship loaded with jewels and silk would depart from the Ming court for the South Seas. John did not want to go to sea because the Ming Dynasty's navy had developed rapidly in recent years, with some ships even capable of rivaling their warships. Moreover, this was a crucial time for competing with Spain for maritime supremacy. It was indeed not advisable to go to war with the behemoth that was the Ming Dynasty in the East. If the Spanish and Portuguese fleets discovered them, Britain's interests in the South Seas would definitely be affected, which would be an immeasurable loss.

However, the governor's son, who was visiting the East India Company, heard about this and immediately put it on the agenda, even personally overseeing the operation. This young master, though uneducated, had long yearned for the legends of pirates. Besides, piracy was a sideline of the Sixth Fleet. Therefore, although John was resistant, he couldn't openly oppose it. Thinking that with caution, success wasn't impossible, and considering the tons of gold on the ships, John finally agreed. Thus, the Sixth Fleet stationed in India shed their sailor uniforms and donned pirate attire.

The first three days went smoothly, and the sailors were exceptionally excited—provided, of course, that the disgusting fat pig Henry didn't interfere. After the twelve warships rested at a base north of Ryukyu, the pirates finally received the information they needed: three merchant ships had set sail and would arrive at Malacca two days later.

John followed them all the way, choosing an ambush point two hundred nautical miles from Malacca. This wasn't their territory, so there was nothing to worry about. If they waited until the merchant ship passed through Malacca, they wouldn't only be unable to attack, but they would also have to protect it. An accident on their territory would be an unforgivable insult.

Before dawn, the nominal supreme commander, Henry, gave the order, and the flames of evil ignited on the azure sea. To their surprise, the merchant ship was concealed with dozens of massive cannons, and the resistance was exceptionally fierce. When a cannonball landed a dozen meters from their flagship, Baker witnessed the pig-like Henry wet himself in fear, fleeing into the cabin with his entourage amidst the mocking gazes of the crowd.

The battle, originally scheduled to end in an hour, lasted three times longer. After losing two two-masted warships, Baker led his pirates onto the merchant ship. To his surprise, the sailors on the merchant ship were no ordinary sailors; he had never seen such a stubborn resistance after a warship had been lost. Although these men were incredibly powerful, they were too few. All three hundred of them were torn to shreds by the enraged pirates.

Baker, his boots stained with blood, watched as the excited pirates carried out large quantities of silk, tea, and gold from the ship's hold. Just as they were about to leave the ship, Baker felt a sudden chill. He sensed a fleeting killing intent—a unique ability of the Neruga people, a premonition of danger that made them synonymous with powerful warriors.

Beck drew his sword and, without hesitation, walked towards the direction from which the murderous intent had come. As he kicked down the inconspicuous wooden wall, a flash of cold light appeared, and an arrow flew past his ear, embedding itself in his follower's throat. Seeing his follower's unseeing death, Beck was enraged. This soldier who had served him for two years had fallen to such a despicable arrow. The next moment, the tip of his sword was pressed against the man's throat.

Beck's sword was well-maintained; he meticulously polished it with butter every day, making it undoubtedly extremely sharp. But now, this blade, capable of piercing even cowhide, could not pierce the skin as thin as a cicada's wing. Beck struggled to suppress his wildly pounding heart. He had dozens of reasons to kill the man before him, but his hand defied his will, or perhaps followed the deepest desire within him.

The girl wore a red and green short-sleeved shirt and trousers that seemed a little ill-fitting. Her small hand holding the crossbow revealed half of her pale wrist, her fair skin smoother than the brightest pearl. Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her pearly teeth biting her lower lip, giving her a look of resolute acceptance of death. However, her deathly pale oval face and her constantly trembling breasts betrayed the terror in her heart.

"Almighty God!" Beck cried out silently in his heart, "How could you create such a beautiful girl? Are you testing me? I confess to you, I failed the test. If I kill her, even if I don't go to hell, I will spend the rest of my life in turmoil!" After a while, the girl seemed to sense something. She blinked a few times, her almond-shaped eyes slowly opening. She watched as the foreign pirate slowly sheathed his sharp sword. Thinking about how she had just walked on the brink of death, the sudden loss of that extremely intense mental pressure left her feeling utterly powerless. "You...you're not going to kill me?" Looking at the girl's slightly frightened, pure, black gem-like eyes, Beck trembled. She was truly beautiful, like an angel stepping out of a painting. Hearing her weak and feeble question, even this ruthless pirate felt somewhat at a loss. "Uh...well, woman, we have other uses for you."

"Other uses? You mean selling her as a slave?" The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she turned around to hand over a bag about the size of two fists. "Sir, I request to redeem myself. Of course, I will only pay the remaining half if you guarantee my safety, is that alright?" Beck held the palm-sized bag, looking at the thumb-sized pearls and dazzling gems inside. He was too shocked to express himself. "My God, this is only half? After five years of being both an official and a bandit, I haven't even accumulated a tenth of this wealth." Beck felt dizzy. Was this his lucky goddess? He was overwhelmed with excitement, unable to distinguish whether it was the lure of money or the fact that he had finally found a reason to let the girl go. "Ivan, it's not that I don't want to kill her, but that I can't. Go in peace. I will take care of your mother and sister." Just as the girl put on Ivan's clothes and followed him back to the pirate ship, Beck remembered something: this girl could speak English? However, he was a bit thick-skinned and quickly ignored it. After he settled the girl in his bedroom, the ship's alarm suddenly went off.

It was the Spanish fleet, ten six-masted sailing ships. Caught off guard, the pirates lost four more ships. Having just broken free of the Spanish encirclement, they were ambushed by the Ming Dynasty fleet. Only three battered six-masted ships managed to escape in disarray, speeding towards the Indian Ocean.

Baker, who hadn't slept for a day and a night, had just escaped danger and wanted to go back for a nap, but received a message from Captain John. In the captain's cabin, he was severely reprimanded and ordered to send the girl he had taken aboard without permission to Henry. Otherwise, Henry would report the matter to the governor.

"Beautiful Eastern angel, I had no choice. Please forgive my selfishness." Faced with absolute power, Baker felt only utter helplessness.

...

"Hey, little pirate, come here! Are you deaf? I'm calling you, sir." Baker, lost in memories and regret, was suddenly jolted awake by a loud voice. "Oh, sir, you called me?" "Who else could it be but me? Is there anyone else here? You idiot!" Henry, pressed against the girl's soft, boneless body, looked at Baker in the doorway with disgust, his fat face jiggling as he huffed, "Sir, I'm tired. Wipe your filthy hands clean and come serve me." Looking at Henry's disdainful gaze, Baker felt a surge of uncontrollable rage. "You damned fat pig, why don't you go to hell?" "No, even hell wouldn't accept such filthy things as you." "Hmm~! What are you still standing there for, you idiot? Didn't you hear what I said?!" Henry, seeing Baker just standing there blankly, suddenly felt his authority challenged. He pulled his enormous penis out of the girl's small, sweet hole, strode his thick, barrel-like legs to sit on the chair beside her, lit a cigar, narrowed his eyes, and said in a sinister tone, "What, you want to disregard the authority of the Governor's Mansion and the Council? I'll give you one more chance, you foolish Nerenga, don't try to provoke me." Baker felt himself about to explode with rage. The Nerenga had been defeated. But honor cannot be tarnished. Even Her Majesty the Queen must be wary of the Nerengans when they go berserk. Suddenly, his father's words echoed in his mind as he left: "Baker, the Nerengans are upright and brave. We will not allow anyone to insult our dignity. However, we are even less adept at concealing our anger. When you are angry, think of your mother, your wife, and your children..." Baker took a deep breath, slowly unclenching his clenched fist. He silently walked to Henry's side, looking at his filthy penis beneath his oversized tailcoat, and said with resentment, "My lord, what do I need to do?" "Hmph! Truly a piece of trash." "Henry took a drag of his cigarette and blew it towards Baker, who was standing beside him, seemingly enjoying the thrill of power. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Is it good to have such strong muscles? Hmph! It's your honor to serve me, your master, and play with women. Go, take my little angel and let her beautiful, alluring honey hole envelop my hardness..." Baker turned to the side, looking at the girl lying on the table, seemingly exhausted. Her back, glistening with sweat, had such smooth, even lines. Her snow-white skin was like the smoothest silk, without a single flaw, a thousand times more beautiful than his wife's skin, which was full of large pores. Her waist

was as slender as a willow branch, which he could easily wrap his arms around. Below her slender waist were her slightly trembling, round, and pert buttocks. If it weren't for the deep cleft between her buttocks, and the filthy, wide-open hole right in front of him, he would have even doubted whether it was really her who had just endured Henry's pounding. How could such a slender waist bear the weight of that fat pig's body?

Though anger and bitterness filled his heart, his penis involuntarily hardened beneath his canvas shorts. A sense of guilt suddenly welled up within him. "Almighty God, how could you watch such a beautiful angel fall to earth and be defiled by this pig-like demon..." Beck wrapped one arm around the girl's waist and supported her long, slender legs with the other, gently lifting her up. The girl weakly pushed against his strong waist. "No, Beck, no! Waaah! I know you're a good person, please let me go, I really can't take it anymore..." He held the girl against his chest, her back pressed tightly against his chest. The soft, smooth touch stimulated his thick nerves. He inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from her delicate, slender shoulders and heard her murmured pleas for mercy. Beck's boiling blood rushed to his head, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

Henry's lust reignited as he watched the girl's lewd posture. "Hmm, not bad, not so stupid after all. Come here, yes, just like that, hmm~! Put her on my cock, oh~! So good, thank God for creating men and women, ahhh~~! I can't believe it, it's in again, fuck, it feels so good, my little angel, this trip was so lucky." "Waaah~! It's too big, too big, it's going to break, ahhh~~! Be gentle, you bunch of hooligans, you barbarians, waaah~~! You'll all die a horrible death, the master won't let you get away with this,..." Henry's fleshy face... With his small eyes slightly narrowed, he smoked a cigar while watching the penis thrusting in and out of their bodies. Occasionally, he would reach out and touch the girl's bouncing breasts. "Hehe, what a slutty little slut. Look at your pussy, haha, it's overflowing with water. Hmm, are you sure you don't want it? Baker, stop for a moment." After twenty minutes of up-and-down movements, Baker's bronze skin was already soaked with sweat. Hearing Henry's order, he decisively stopped. If it weren't for his strong physique, most people really couldn't do this. As the penis left her body, the girl bit her lower lip tightly. On her flushed face, a trace of emptiness flashed in her almond-shaped eyes, which seemed to be dripping with water.

Seeing that the girl didn't speak, Henry wasn't in a hurry. He chuckled and reached out a hand to grasp the base of his penis, letting the large glans rub back and forth against the girl's fair and delicate vulva. After ten minutes, the girl's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, her almond eyes half-closed, her cherry lips slightly parted, and her breathing gradually became heavier. It was unclear whether she was enduring or enjoying it.

Baker's face was pressed against the girl's delicate neck, and he heard her soft moans. He'd been with countless women, so he knew exactly what was going on. The girl's desire was being slowly aroused; a mixture of disappointment and anticipation arose within her. "Maybe I can have something happen with her too." "Waaah! Don't do this! Ahhh! It hurts, I'm so sad, waaah! Baker, please let me go, please! Ahhh! You bastard, stop rubbing your thing against me!" Henry looked at the girl and laughed mockingly. "I thought you were some virtuous and chaste woman, but you're just a slut, haha... So much juice! If I hadn't personally deflowered you, I wouldn't believe you were a virgin until yesterday. Oh... What's going on? Are you trying to suck my cock in?" Henry's beady eyes widened as he stared in astonishment at the girl's trembling vulva. He could clearly feel the immense suction coming from within with every tremor, as if it were trying to devour his penis.

"Please, come in! Waaah! I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, waaah!" Hearing the girl's soft moans and pleas, Baker felt a pang of sadness. How could she beg this disgusting fat pig? But this fat pig really knew how to play with women; even the most virtuous and chaste woman couldn't withstand such torment.

Baker glanced at Fat Pig Henry and saw that he was also blushing, but remained unmoved by the girl's request. He looked at her with a satisfied expression and said, "Hehe, you know how to beg me now, ah~~! So good, um, how can this be, there's actually a suction force, but, but~! Oh, this, this isn't how you beg, um~! What did I tell you?" After a while, a flush rose on the girl's snow-white body. Baker could even feel the unreleased heat within her trembling, petite body. "Ah~~! Please, give it to me, ah ah~~! Give me your cock, fuck me hard, wuwuwu~~! Fuck my little, little pussy, wuwuwu~~! Come in, I really can't take it anymore." Baker stared blankly at the girl's delicate face, which was streaked with tears. He couldn't believe that these lewd words, which even the most despicable prostitutes wouldn't utter, were coming from the mouth of this angelic girl.

"Good, my little lamb, my little darling, oh~~! Then let my big cock fill your body!

Let my semen spray all over your body."
The sea breeze grew stronger. Although it was midday, the dark clouds completely blocked out the sunlight, leaving no trace. The oppressive sky made the atmosphere suffocating, and even the azure seawater had turned a deep murky green, as if the end of the world had come. The waves grew larger and larger, crashing against the ship's side, and the bow, dented and battered by cannonballs, creaked and groaned.

On deck, Captain John, his face grave, directed the sailors to lower the mainsail and adjust the side sails, while Baker, who was directing the sailors to reinforce the sampans, seemed somewhat absent-minded, occasionally glancing towards the cabin with a complex expression in his eyes.

"Baker, what I said this morning was a bit harsh, but you know, I wasn't targeting you." Captain John's deep voice startled Baker.

"Yes, I know." Baker nodded.

"What's wrong? Something on your mind? You must cheer up at a time like this. We didn't die on the battlefield, and we can't afford to fall into a shipwreck. In this far-off eastern sea, I even doubt whether my soul can reach hell. You're not like me. You have a wife and son. You have to live for them." John seemed to recall some sad past events, and a rare trace of sorrow appeared in his eyes.

Baker's thick eyebrows furrowed on his square face. He scratched his messy brown hair with his large, fan-like hand, glanced at John beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Captain, I've been sailing with you since I was nineteen. Except for four years ago when I went home to get married and have children, I haven't left the sea. I... I... I don't know what's wrong with me." "Hmm! What do you want to say?"

"I... I don't know what's wrong with me either. I took a woman's money to guarantee her safety, but I failed. Every time I think of her, my heart is in turmoil. Hmm, I don't know what this feeling is. I've never felt this way before. My heart has been in turmoil these past few days. Today, seeing her being manipulated by Henry, my chest hurts terribly." Baker spoke silently. He, who would kill without blinking an eye, was now extremely flustered and didn't even dare to meet John's eyes.

John stared wide-eyed at Baker after hearing his explanation, his mouth agape, his right hand gripping his beard tightly. "Um... well, this is complicated. You're not talking about the woman Henry's going to see, are you?" Seeing Baker nod, John gave a wry smile. "Sigh! How could this be? I... well, calm down. When we get back to base, I'll sort this out for you. Yeah, that's fine." John shook his head and slowly walked away. Baker, however, was completely bewildered. He didn't understand why the captain hadn't scolded him but instead offered to help him, looking quite troubled. Had he done something wrong? He wanted to follow and ask, but he didn't know what to ask. Looking at the gloomy weather, he felt his heart was even heavier than the sky.

In stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere outside, the cabin was ablaze with heat. Henry's tuxedo was nowhere to be seen; he sat naked on a specially made recliner, looking like a lump of fat. A woman, as beautiful as an angel descended to earth, straddled him, writhing her body. Her flower-like face, flowing curves, snow-white and tender skin, full and firm breasts... she exuded unparalleled beauty. However, her lingering moans and swaying waist transformed this beauty into decadent debauchery.

The girl's hands rested on Henry's belly, which was more swollen than a pregnant woman's, her small, delicate feet resting on either side of the recliner. Her pert buttocks swayed up and down with the rise and fall of the ship. Her tight, moist vulva was stretched into a large "O" shape by Henry's enormous penis, to the point that even her anus was no longer visible.

"Ah~! So comfortable, oh~! How could this be? What's wrong with me? Oh~! So full, so swollen, ahh~! Harder, harder!" The girl's brows were furrowed, looking like she was about to be assaulted, but her body, writhing like a water snake, revealed her truest thoughts. Each time, her buttocks would rise to their highest point, completely exposing Henry's entire penis, and then she would sit down hard, plunging it all the way in, pulling out a finger's length of her bright red vaginal flesh.

"Ah~! So good, so comfortable, oh~! My little angel, my little slut, you are so alluring. I wish I could enter your honey pot and be enveloped by your plump vaginal flesh, ahh~! How's my penis? Are you satisfied? I really didn't expect you to be so lewd. Come, let me taste your delicious breasts." Henry's small eyes were fixed on the point where the two were joined together.

"Waaah! You scoundrel, you've already taken my body, and you're still humiliating me like this! Ahhh~~! Can't you move a little? My legs are killing me!" The girl pouted and leaned forward, offering her bright red, perky nipples to the fat pig Henry's mouth. "Ahhh~! Bite gently, it feels so good to lick, um, just like that, ah~." "Oh~! What, aren't you a slut? Ahhh~~! Even prostitutes can't compare to a tenth of you. I really don't know why you're a virgin, um, you must have been specially reserved for me to enjoy, hahaha." The lewd moans and the slapping sounds of flesh filled the entire cabin, sounding so discordant in this midday storm. The girl twisted her slender waist, vigorously swinging her buttocks, her honey hole enveloping the ugly penis, shaking incessantly. She had already orgasmed several times, her vaginal fluids dripping down the fat man's scrotum like water, leaving a wet stain on the floor.

Henry's penis had already entered and exited thousands of times. Suddenly, his body trembled, and two arms as thick as a girl's slender waist tightly wrapped around her. His thick penis thrust forcefully a few times, penetrating deeply into the girl's honey hole. "Oh~! God, I'm going to cum, ah~~! My pussy is still sucking, ah, so good." "Shoot it in, ah ah~~! Shoot it into my pussy, woo woo~~! It's so hot, ah..., it's burning!

Go to hell!" The girl's face was full of lust, her eyes half-open, as if she was experiencing the ecstatic pleasure of semen entering her body. Just after Henry ejaculated the last drop of semen into the girl's body, he suddenly saw a fierce glint in her eyes. Before he could do anything, the girl had already pulled out the gold hairpin from her hair and stabbed it towards her throat without hesitation.

Henry stared blankly at the gold hairpin piercing his neck, a desperate fear filling his eyes. Her timing was perfect; it was precisely when he had ejaculated, his body at its weakest and most relaxed. The girl's strike wasn't fast; normally, even before he ejaculated, he might not have been able to dodge the hairpin, but he could at least have deflected it.

But now, having already ejaculated five times, he had no strength left. He could only stare blankly as the hairpin pierced his neck. "If only I hadn't driven Baker away," Henry thought with regret, barely managing to utter the word "help" before losing consciousness.
[The End]

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