The water had been rocky lately, things falling off shelves and people sliding up and down the halls. I had taken over this ship and captured a few sailors to make a team. Stole some loot from other pirates, stole their men, killed their men, and most importantly their liquor.

I left one of the sailors, Martian, to steer the boat. Said that I had important things to do. The important thing being a sailor. He lays on the bed, panting and mewling as cum pools between his legs and the dip in his stomach. I grab his calf, lifting it and placing it on my hip, thrusting in harder. "C’mon Sailor, you can take more. It’s barely the first round and I’m yet to being close to cumming."

The ship rocks violently beneath us, but neither of us pays it much mind. The storm outside matches the intensity between us, the sound of thunder mixing with our heavy breathing. I can feel his body tense beneath me as I pick up the pace, my tattoos stretching across my muscles with each thrust.