by Eva Delaney
Chapter 31
“I’m telling ye, Davy Jones ain’t rising the ship and—”
I leaped to my feet. Sammy stood stark naked on his pile of clothes. He wagged his finger at a crew member who wasn’t in front of him anymore.
I threw my arms around his waist and buried my face against his bare shoulder.
“June!” He laughed, wrapped his arms around me, and hoisted me off my feet.
I chuckled. No one had ever swept me off my feet before.
“I knew ye’d be back. No one can resist me cock.”
“Juniper?” Oscar whispered.
I whacked Sammy’s shoulder until he pouted and put me down. Oscar stood with one hand over his cock and balls as though we hadn’t seen it before.
“It’s really you,” he said, awed.
I pressed my palms to his cool back and kissed him, long and deep.
“Aye, the crew be back together!” Sammy tossed his arms around Oscar and me. He kissed my hair. “Even Grumpy be back.”
I broke out of Oscar and Sammy’s hold to face Shakespeare. His tender brown eyes were worried.
“You promised not to risk your life to bring us back. You promised to stay safe.”
“No, I didn’t. You asked me to promise it. I didn’t say anything.”
“You could have…you shouldn’t have…” He shook his head as words failed him.
“You have to learn, Bard, that nobody tells me what to do.” I slid my hands into his wavy long hair and pulled his head down for a kiss.
His beard was delightfully rough against my skin. He swiped for entrance and stroked my tongue until my nipples hardened. “I’m lucky thee doth not hark,” he said against my lips.
Oscar threw his arms around me from behind and buried his face against the back of my neck. His shoulders shook with sobs. “I thought I’d never see you again. I could leave the factory because my unfinished business wasn’t there anymore. I went to the spring and I tried to make a wish, but I couldn’t hold a coin to throw one in. Then I found our cave with the pool and I sat and I waited and waited and thought I’d wait forever and—” The sobs choked off his voice.
I reached one hand back to stroke his hair. “We’re together now. That’s all that matters.”
Sammy, never one to be left out, threw his arms around all three of us and kissed my hair again. “Are we on a ship? This feels like a ship.” He sniffed. “Smells like one, too.”
I don’t know why it felt like a ship when we were docked and it wasn’t rocking on the waves. But pirates work in mysterious piratey ways, I guess.
“I have a long story to tell you three,” I said.
“Aye, perfect for a voyage! But first, ye’re wearing too many clothes.” Sammy slid a hand between Oscar and me. He grabbed the waistband of my leggings and yanked them down over my ass.
Liquid heat pooled between my legs like a dam opened inside my cootch. Out splooshed all the horny that had been locked up for the past week.
“Samuel, thou needeth to woo the woman first!” Shakes said.
I laughed. “I’m thoroughly wooed.”
Sammy winked as though he knew I was wet already.
I locked eyes with him and smirked before turning to the other men just to mess with him. With my hand in Shakes’ hair, I kissed him long and deep. Oscar stroked my hair away from my neck and kissed the skin, pressing his lips against my throbbing pulse. My heart skipped, and he surely felt it against his mouth.
Mmmm, this was the best way to mess with someone. I should fuck with people through fucking more often.
“Dirty lass,” Sammy growled. He slid a hand along my lower back between Oscar and me. He trailed it downward until he slipped his fingers under the waistband of my panties. His other hand grabbed my underwear at the hip. The fabric jerked tight against me, and I heard a tear. I gasped as he yanked the thin fabric away, leaving me bare against Shakes and Oscar.
Shakes’ cock pressed against my stomach, and Oscar’s against the curve of my ass. Shakes knotted a hand in my hair and kissed me nonstop, not letting me pull away from his mouth.
Sammy’s hand slipped between us and found my already hard nipple. He stroked and rubbed until I moaned into Shakes’ mouth. The pirate’s other hand kneaded my ass, pausing to brush against Oscar’s cock. The vampire gasped against my neck, and I trembled in pleasure. Then Sammy’s fingers trailed along my crack, between my cheeks and—
He laughed. “Ye’re already full, ye saucy lass.” He pushed against the butt plug, and I squirmed from the added pressure. That plug had annoyed me all day, but when Sammy worked it, my slit throbbed.
Planting my hands on Shakes’ chest, I pushed him back to break off the kiss. “It’s the Scourge Stone. I’ll take it out—”
“And replace it with my cock,” Sammy said.
I smirked. “My ass is a bit too sore for that.”
“Ye’re so impatient that ye fucked yer own ass while thinking about me.”
“It wasn’t about you. Not everything centers on your cock.”
“Ye’re a terrible liar. Ye thought of me when you slid that between your cheeks.”
“Maybe she was thinking of me,” Oscar said, his voice a husky whisper.
“Or I was thinking about winning a battle, or of fucking your ass with a butt plug.” I met Sammy’s gaze with my own challenge.
He grinned and turned around. “It’s all yours.”
My gaze shot straight to his fine round ass. Fuck, I should have brought a strap-on. The one time I didn’t bring all the possible sexytime accessories was the one time I needed them.
Well, I could still have plenty of fun. I grabbed Sammy’s ass in one hand and Shakespeare’s in the other, kneading and squeezing.
Shakes’ cock twitched against my stomach, and he pulled me in for another all-consuming kiss.
Oscar reached his hands under my shirt to thumb my nipples until they ached.
“Take yer time,” Sammy said as I felt up his ass. “I be here all day.”
“You’re here until I say you can go.” I stepped back from Shakes and let go of Sammy’s ass to raise my arms. Oscar pulled my shirt over my head. As usual, I didn’t wear a bra because fuck those rib-stabbing assholes.
“Are you sure we’ve romanced you enough?” Shakes said. “I mean, we haven’t done anything non-sexual.”
“Feel her, she’s already wet,” Sammy said. Before I could answer, he slipped a hand between my thighs. I gasped as he slid his fingers along my slit, between my folds, and around my opening. He hit every spot in quick succession, and I moaned.
Shakes raised a questioning brow at me.
“Go ahead,” I said between quick breaths. “See if I’m wooed enough.”
Sammy removed his hand from my slit, and Shakes slipped his between my thighs. I tilted my head back and moaned as he explored my opening. He rubbed the sensitive, slick skin before sliding three fingers inside me.
“Mmmm, you’re soaked,” he growled.
“Oscar,” I gasped. I didn’t want him left out.
“What should I do?” he said behind me, sounding a little worried.
“Check if she’s wet enough for you,” Sammy said as he trailed a hand between my ass cheeks. With a little yank, he pulled out the butt plug, and I sighed in relief. “Use your cock to check,” Sammy ordered.
I moaned and grasped Shakes’ arm for support.
Oscar’s body pressed against my back. His cock, as cool and smooth as glass, nestled between my thighs and slid along my pussy. The vampire gasped.
“Tell her how wet she is,” Sammy said. He kissed my neck and thumbed my nipple. Shakespeare grabbed my other breast, and I bit my lip.
“Wet enough to take three men,” Oscar said against my hair.
I trembled in pleasure. “You’re learning fast, Ozzy.”
“You inspire me.”
“I must be, given how rock hard your cock is.”
Oscar groaned, and Sammy chuckled.
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nbsp; I pried my eyes open and met Shakespeare’s gaze. His warm brown eyes were hot and hungry.
“I remembered my oath. I didn’t promise to stay safe, but I did promise you’d get to ride my pussy.”
A smile crossed his lush lips.
“Get ready, Bard. I’ve got a Slip ’N Slide for you.”
His brow quirked, probably because he didn’t get the reference. With an effort, I stepped forward, Oscar’s cock sliding along my folds as I did so, and we both moaned.
I got on all fours on the narrow bed and spread my legs so the men could see my gleaming pussy.
The bed dipped as Shakes knelt behind me. His cock pressed against my opening. I was so wet that he slid in easily. The bumps on his thick cock dragged along my insides, stroking my g-spot. My inner muscles clenched around him in pleasure.
Shakes’ hands gripped my hips, and he thrust with long strokes, pulling his cock most of the way out and slamming it back in.
I moaned. “Oscar, lucky you, you’re getting a blow job this time.”
The vamp’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Really?”
Sammy slapped him on the shoulder. “First time, huh? Go ride her mouth. She’s got lips made for sucking.”
My slit throbbed at his words, and Shakes must have felt it, because he moaned.
Oscar climbed onto the bed and knelt before me. I sucked the head of his gleaming cock into my mouth, circling the tip with my tongue.
“Ahhhhh.” He made a sound somewhere between realization and pleasure. He knotted one hand in my hair. The other rubbed along my shoulder and underneath me to grab one of my tits. I groaned against his tip to let him know I liked that.
The bumps on Shakespeare’s thick cock stroked my g-spot constantly. I moaned around Oscar’s cock. He was too shy or polite to ride my mouth, so I worked his tip, tasting the cool metallic taste of his vampire skin.
While doing all this, I eyed Sammy, watching the desperate look in his eyes as he had to watch two other men fuck me.
He growled deep in his throat. He wasn’t going to let me mess with him without fighting back.
He climbed onto the bed next to me. He trailed a hand up my thigh, over my hip and stomach, and finally landed two firm fingers on my clit.
I gasped around Oscar’s cock. Sammy took that as a sign to keep going. He circled my clit in hard fast circles while Shakes rode my pussy. Oscar thumbed my nipple, and I sucked the vamp’s cock.
I wanted to yell out, but could only moan wordlessly around Oscar’s cock. The vampire groaned, and Shakespeare arched his neck as he yelled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Next time, I be riding yer ass while they watch,” Sammy growled in my ear.
That did it.
My inner muscles rippled and clenched around Shakes. My hands fisted on the sheets as my entire body tensed and quivered. I sucked Oscar with mindless abandon. Heat spread through my body as though my pussy’s throbbing wetness was flooding my blood.
Shakes moaned as his cock twitched inside me, growing harder. He thrust one last time, filling me with hot cum.
I dragged my tongue over Oscar’s tip, and he moaned. His hand tightened in my hair, and I tasted his salty cum, swallowing it with delight.
As he pulled out of my mouth, he stroked my hair gently in proper wooing fashion.
I eyed Sammy again. “Your turn?”
He grinned and held up a hand covered in his own cum. “I came while watching you orgasm. Did you know your ass flushes when you come as though ye’ve been spanked?”
I groaned stupidly. Then, reaching out, I took his wrist and drew his hand to my mouth. I licked his salty cum from his fingers. His eyebrows shot up toward his hair. Ha, I finally shut him up.
Sammy was half hard when he got up to fetch me water. Shakes stretched out on the bed, and I joined him. He wrapped his arms around me to hold me close against his chest. I pressed my forehead to his, gazing into his eyes.
“I don’t need grand romantic gestures,” I said. “I just need you.”
“You deserve them, so I’ll keep doing them,” he grinned.
As I cuddled Shakes, Oscar wiped down my thighs and pussy with a towel. I sat up to chug a glass of water from Sammy. Then we collapsed together on the narrow bed. It was too small for two people, much less four, but I snuggled on top of Shakes with Oscar on his other shoulder. Sammy pressed against my back with his hard cock nestled between my thighs. He wasn’t penised out yet.
I guessed we’d be going again soon, except…
“Shit. I forgot about Ram, Alyssa, and the vault.”
Chapter 32
I jumped over the ship’s railing and landed on the island’s dock with a thump.
“We were on a boat! I knew it,” Sammy said happily behind me.
Glancing around the docks and the rocky island, the back of my neck crawled. Something was off. Maybe it was just the strangeness of seeing Acasa Island so devoid of supes. It was usually a bustling place. The docks were usually crowded with ships—
I turned and counted the ships. There was mine and Alyssa’s, and one other sailboat at the far end of the dock.
The fleeing people had taken most of the boats. But I was pretty sure there had been more than two here when I went into my cabin. I hadn’t counted, but I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was missing.
“Shit.” I raced up the rocky shore toward my tunnel into the vault. “Alyssa! Alyssa! Are you okay? Did Ram escape?”
“What’s happening?” Shakes shouted behind me.
I reached the tunnel and dove in headfirst, magicking levitation and a wind to carry me through at a high speed. Bursting into the vault, I flew upward so that my feet faced the ground and dropped to the floor.
Ram lay among scattered relics. The paralysis stone still glowed between his eyes.
“Hey, Ram. Hey! Hey! Kill me!”
He didn’t even twitch. Okay, so he was still out.
“Alyssa?” I called. No answer. But that didn’t mean anything. She could be in any of the dozens of buildings on the island, including her own home. I turned to leave, and my eye caught something.
An empty shelf.
I frowned. None of the shelves had been empty when I’d left the vault. I wandered between the rows of shelves, spotting empty spots among the tangled chaos. One bookshelf was entirely cleared of items.
“Oh no, Alyssa, fuck you,” I muttered.
I flew back up the tunnel to the surface where Sammy and Shakes waited, fully clothed.
“Oscar said he wanted to come, but the sun burns,” Shakes said.
“I know. Out of the way.” I pushed past them and ran for the house where Alyssa and I had left the prisoners. The ward stood. When I crashed through the front door into the living room, it remained crowded with unconscious supes and random bugs that used to be people.
I sighed in relief before re-locking the door. Standing on the rocky path, I looked around at the island. Everything was still except for Shakes and Sammy running up to me. “Alyssa fucking stole half the vault and left!”
“Who did?” Shakes said.
“Stole what?” Sammy said, his eyes lighting up. “Thar be anything left?”
Maybe I was wrong. I had been wrong about Alyssa before, and that had nearly destroyed our friendship. So, I checked every house on the island and every trap door on their floors—I knew about all of them. Ram had made sure of that in case we needed to ambush any of our own for treachery.
Every house stood empty, even Ram’s. I stormed out of his home and kicked a rock, watching it tumble down the hill. “Fuck, not even a note!”
I knew why. I had stolen a few of the relics and left without a note. Now, she had done the same to me. Good ole vengeance.
Once I inventoried what was left in the vault, I could guess at what Alyssa had stolen. But I didn’t know what she was planning with those items. Worse, I didn’t know if she had used me for her own secret schemes, or if she had told the truth but couldn
’t resist a bit of revenge.
“Fucking, fucking flame farts,” I said and kicked another rock.
“Aye, sometimes that happens when ass pounding,” Sammy said, strolling up to me.
Shakes shot him a look. “That’s not helpful.” He placed a reassuring hand on my back. “Who are you looking for, and what happened? How can we help?”
“I be ready to plunder these places for you, my lady,” Sammy said.
“Leave them. The residents might be back for their shit. We’ll have to empty out the vault, though, so nobody else can take the relics. I’ve been thinking…I should return them to the people we stole them from. Except for those Nazis or the witch supremacists or the death cult…actually, we fucked up a lot of people who deserved it. But not everyone did. The good ones should have their relics back.”
“Tell us the entire story,” Shakes said. “We’ll help any way we can.”
“All I heard was stealing,” Sammy said.
Of course, they didn’t understand. Alyssa would have, but she was gone. “Let’s go back to the ship. I’ll tell you the story.”
Back on the boat, I checked Alyssa’s cabin. All her things were gone except for five empty bottles of NyQuil. I hoped she was free of whatever had prevented her from sleeping.
The men and I sat in the ship’s galley, and I told them what I had never told anyone: my life story.
Some people knew about my past. Alyssa did because she was there for most of it. Ram knew about my time as a thief. Katarina, the half-sister who raised me, knew a few things. I just never told anyone about my life. They had either been there for it or they simply never knew. These three men were the first ones to learn what they hadn’t seen firsthand.
“Now, I need to find a way to return the relics and the magic I stole from people. And…Alyssa is gone,” I finished.
“She be as slippery as you,” Sammy said with a wink. He couldn’t help but turn everything sexual.
“What are you going to do about Ram?” Oscar said, clutching a mug of blood. I had stolen a few bags from a blood bank in Silver Springs, in case I was able to bring him back from the dead.
“I don’t know…I have one idea.”
