'Twixt Sea and Mirrored Sky (MissInk & Erit)

[Erit of Eastcris]

Winter's whithering chill swept across the choppy iron-grey waters of the Aithon Sea, carrying with its winds the scent of hearty brine. It rushed in ethereal streams and rivers across the cold surface of those fathomless depths, swirling and dancing across the burgeoning waves, until it was caught in the sails of a particular ship, where its flow was slowed and broken to carry the vessel on its way. It was a ship quite plain to judge by its surface, being crafted of wood a rich russet brown with triangular sails bleached slightly off-white by sun and salt, a large and well-worn ship housing fifty crew with room to spare. Upon the deck of the Unlashed, bedecked in a heavy coat over a cotton shirt and wollen trousers tucked into high leather boots, stood her captain. Well, "captain" insofar as the men upon the ship treated him as first among their crew of peers. The Captain, for he had forsaken his name, was the one who had freed them, a giant called a man who had lead their desperate charge and had directed them in the seizure and sailing of what would become the Unlashed. Seven feet in height and half that in breadth, the Captain dwarfed mere men of the world in physicality and force of presence, which was helped by the dull gleam of the hooked axe at his hip and the wide brim of the hat which shaded his forest-colored eyes, perched atop loosely kept black locks tinged with stormy grey which flowed in waves and rivulets around his shoulders.

The Captain stood, large and calloused hands clasped behind his back in the posture of one patiently waiting, looking out over the starboard side of "his" ship. Even half a decade after their escape, it still felt unnatural to think of anything as belonging to him; for so long had he been the possession that reversing the notion was an awkward and concious act. But he had many things, now; his clothes, his axe, his ship and, after a fashion, his crew. They all had things to call their own again, though some had taken to that more easily than others. Above all else, though, he had her. And that notion, oddly, came more easily; she had given herself to him, after all, insisted she be his.

Thoughts of her filled a part of his mind and much of his heart, bringing a slight smile to the Captain's craggy face, looking as if carved from the mountain his body resembled. Thoughts of her brashness and sharp wit, impetuous and passionate and unabashed. She claimed to have been drawn to him the instant they locked eyes, stowed away on his ship and demanded to be his. At first, he'd thought to humor her before quietly leaving her behind in a port somewhere, but so many things about his little Kit sunk her claws into him that, when the opportunity came, he'd instead given her a collar of soft leather with a small silver ring; an unspoken promise that he would keep her. After that, things had been quite lively; she'd become a mascot of sorts, with her bushy tail and twitching ears and obstinate nature, matching wits and glares with any of the men of his crew until they came to accept her as his second. She'd become part of the crew, part of his life, in that time; one who knew his thoughts without the words he had abjured, who warmed his bed most every night and eased his heart in strife.

The dull clomping of boots on the deck broke the giant from his reverie, and he half-turned to the source of the sound, offering his left side to the dark-skinned skipper who approached with a loose salute. "Cap'n," he said with a throaty voice, "the men're talkin' belowdecks. We trust ye, but those spires..." He nodded out over the side of the ship, towards the distant shoreline only barely visible to the naked eye, and the large tiered roofs that a spyglass would show. "...They remind us a' Shaul. It spooks some of the younger ones, makes 'em wonder if..."

The Captain gave a slow nod for the skipper to continue, and with a hearty swallow he did. "If he'll be there, waitin' fer us."

He sighed, a long breath through a broad, flat nose, before nodding again in understanding and clapping a hand on the other man's shoulder. He knew they would not like that place so close to where they had all been locked away, but he could not risk ignoring that port. Not when a storm was so close and their supplies were as they were. His skipper returned the nod, and was released as the Captain turned back out to face the sea and distant shore.

"Oh, and..." The Captain glanced back over his shoulder as his crewman continued, "Fox wanted a word in yer quarters."

He smiled, huffing in quiet amusement before setting off in his long and steady stride. "Fox" they called her. Never her name, never as a girl, only ever "Fox," because women were poor luck aboard any vessel but she was their lucky charm. The forest-eyed giant swept the hat off his dull black hair with whisps of steel as he went below, parting from the skipper as he went to his quarters. As the Captain, the men had insisted he get the room rather than use it for storage or an armory; it wasn't clear if they also felt a man of his stature needed the space. But the captain's quarters were his, and in the year she'd had the collar they were also hers, and he could at least appreciate the spaciousness and modest comfort of the furnishings, the utility of the desk and chair for looking over reports and maps and the like. And occasionally for other uses than that, his Kit's proclivities coming to mind and drawing an affectionate smile to his face.

The door wasn't very adorned, a simple crest marking it as important, and the room he opened it to wasn't very lavish either. There had once been silks and colorful tapestries, but all the crew agreed to burn those as a final insult to their former tyrants; instead there were fine cushions on the chair and a cotton quilt on the bed, carvings from a former carpenter on the crew enriching much of the room with depictions of various scenes or symbols from their disparate pasts. And amidst it all was her, singular and inviolable, waiting for him with their collar around her slender neck and a furred tail swaying behind her, those long tapered ears the only part of her that even reached his chin.

He shut the door in his wake and smiled at her, crossing the distance in his fluid, controlled stride until she was in arm's reach of him; which was still out of her own grasp, given her head only reached his sternum and her arms were proportional to her lithely petite build. It was how he always did things with her; make her work, just a little, for whatever she wanted. And at that perfect distance, where she would like have to step in to him, he waited.

 

[StarGazy]

"Don't let them see you cry, girl. When they do they'll know how to break you."
It was the only other thing she remembered of her birth Mother. This advice and name she gave her; Azrea. Though she could no longer remember what she looked like, these two things burned into her psyche far more than anything her Masters had ever told her. Her kind once inhabited small corners of the world but once they were discovered and deemed 'Animalistic Savages', they were taken and shipped all over the world as Slaves. Demand rose for Hybrid laborers and the controlled breeding began, with Females fetching prices almost triple than that of a Male. Azrea was one such Kit born into this trade and was made to work in Cornfields under the hot sun for hours every day. Due to their shared anatomy with their feral counterparts, Hybrids were different from Humans in many ways besides their obvious physical differences. Aside from having an Estrous Cycle, Hybrids also couldn't perspire as freely as Humans and the stress caused by the heat was just one of the many hardships and tribulations young Kits learned to face in the shackles of Men. At 10, the men that bought Azrea owned a vineyard on an island. After paying a considerable amount, Azrea became their new 'investment'. If it wasn't the overbearing heat from the sun in the yards then it was the exhaustion of being overworked and underfed. There were many times the young Vixen would have cried but instead the emotion was balled up so tight and pushed so far down into her being that her stomach would contract harder than the starvation. It transmuted her frustrations to aggression and she became no stranger to punishment. The day of her first estrous cycle marked the day of her real worth but the toll of trepidation and undernourishment had left her unfruitful. After only two cycles, they ceased entirely. From then, Azrea was branded 'worthless'.

The Vixen aided her Masters at Market the first time she saw him. She was unloading the smallest barrels from the cart when her blue eyes first spotted the man who stood head and shoulders over every Master present at the Market. Being so small, she had no idea men could become so big. As he drew closer the aroma of his sex hormone was potent and influential to some deep animalistic instinct to serve, follow and mate with the strongest. The young Vixen kept her eyes on the towering man and their eyes met as he came by her Master's Wine stall who sprang on his accomplices for a sale. While her Master charmed and allured them to purchase, he tenderly grazed the side of his finger against the red swelling on her pale gaunt cheek, from her Master's earlier discipline, and gave the skinny Fox a look of pity and compassion that Azrea had never experienced from Men before.

He left her heart quivering with desperation to feel loved. Gathering every ounce of courage and energy in her little-emaciated body, the rebellious Fox fled. If caught, she knew she'd be killed. The small, dextrous Fox scampered through the busy market, scuttling between vendors and wagons to the docks where she followed the potent smell of testosterone to his vessel. It wasn't until the ship left the dock when Azrea squeezed out from hiding. She tugged at the linen collar that had been sewn closed around her neck and professed that she wanted to belong to him and him alone. The Vixen didn't offer him her servitude or skill, he had strong men around him that could do 3 times the work she could achieve, but instead offered him her heart and internal loyalty if he allowed her to remain at his side. His crew bombarded her with accusations and questions but the Vixen's eyes remained on his and before he gave any prompt or gesture, she knew he had agreed for her to stay. With a vivid understanding of non-verbal expression, Azrea found similarities in his body language and facial cues to that of the ear and tail movements of her own kind. With it came an intense intimacy as she could understand, laugh, rebel and sympathize with his unspoken words and sense any change in hormones and brain chemistry to understand him almost entirely.

The day the Captain honored her with her collar was the happiest day. The 'worthless' Vixen had been granted meaning and purpose. She was safe and cherished by this man and while her tail quivered and wagged, the Fox shed tears of thanks and finally released the knotting turmoil from her stomach. Azrea's health returned in leaps and bounds and became an entirely new lively addition to the ship. Witt, obstinacy, honesty, and compassion had earned her a place with the crew and her new found desires and spirited approach had made the Captain's bed far warmer at night.

A storm was coming, she could smell it and naturally avoided the coming rain by nesting the Captain's Quarters. Since their bond awakened her sexuality, the young adult Vixen had become quite insatiable with unwavering desires to feel and please the Master she chose. More often though, she simply enjoyed being in his presence. When he entered, his pet was stood at the only window in the room wearing nothing but one of his linen shirts. The garment was huge on her small frame and the hem hung below her knees. Her soft, thick-furred tail hung out of the bottom, swaying side to side casually when she turned to face him, standing a length away from her as he always did. "The rain is close," she said with a single twitch of her ears. Loose but unkempt auburn curls were pinned up around them. "We're docking aren't we?" she asked, leaning towards him and reaching out for her small slender fingers to clasp the bottom of his shirt. "Then stay down here until we get there. Why stand out there and get wet?" she asked, pressing her face into his abdomen as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Her tail also wrapped around his thigh. It was always a risk when she wore his clothes since the intoxicating smell of his natural musk in the fibers always ignited her feisty desires. Her breasts pushed gently into his crotch in his position while the Fox looked up at him, her chin against his stomach, with an exaggerated pout on her lips.

Using his bicep as leverage, his pet lifted her body into the crook of his bent arm and wrapped her both her thighs around his sternum to keep in place and at eye level with him. "I missed you last night" she spoke softly in his ear while her hands stroked gently across the side of his face and tangled in his hair and with a sweetly demanding tone she added. "You should have woke me up". She had already complained about the same this morning, though quite a few hours had passed since then and the mischievous Fox thought he might need reminding. Her lips caressed his jawline, placing small kisses along the length before gently nuzzling into the crook of his neck to kiss and gently nip at his skin. Her attempts usually came in bouts depending how long he denied her, which was something she was sure he liked doing on purpose. Once her coy and sweet attempts were turned down, they became more dominant and further again left her begging for what she wanted. Regardless of how he liked to tease her, Azrea never needed to beg for affection since it naturally graced his every action towards her.

 

[Erit of Eastcris]

The giant huffed in soft amusement as she requested, in a roundabout manner, that he keep her company, clambering onto him as she was wont to do while he tucked one of his broad forearms under her hips to support her, his other hand coming to her head while a finger thick as a sausage rubbed at her scalp just behind her ears. Of course she'd missed him; the Captain was quite aware how thoroughly Azrea desired his presence. But, he figured, they were at sea; the only way they could be very far from each other would be to go overboard, and while he could swim rather well the behemoth with black-and-iron hair saw no need for such actions.

His craggy face softened, verdant eyes meeting his Kit's as he tilted her head back, brushing brine-stained lips against her own as he smoothed her hair gently. With slow, deliberate steps, he moved to the bed, sitting down in a smooth descent and settling Azrea down in his lap, stroking her tiny cheek with a thumb the size of both her own together. He could, for a time, acquiesce; she was pleasant company, and there was little he needed to do until they came into port. So he sat his fox upon his thighs, giving that long, luxurious tail a slow and gentle stroke; if asked what his "favorite" aspect of Azrea was, he would be hard pressed to choose, but her tail would be quite the contender. It seemed to give away so much of whatever she was thinking, and was quite helpful as well for handling her. His shoulders relaxed as the Captain leaned back just a little, catching her gaze with his own again before he glanced down at her attire, the question quite evident; he knew she had clothes of her own, he'd bought them personally.

 

[StarGazy]

The Vixen's slender fingers grazed over the faint marks that adorned the skin of his neck. Many were her marks, mostly faded bruising caused by her teeth in the heat of passion. Though some were through frustration. She admired the pale purples and blues contrasting against his skin and the gentle redness of the scratches across his collarbone as she pulled the fabric of his shirt to the edge of his shoulder. It was often returned as she was reminded of her own bruising as his arm came to support her. Her backside rested on his forearm causing an erotic ache that shuddered through her body from the soft blackening handprint that decorated the left cheek. Off yellow also hazed the inside of her thighs from one night his weight held her legs open. "See. I knew you'd agree" she said with a complacent grin. Her ears flattened to the sides as he petted her, reanimating her tail to an excited sway.

Her hands cupped both his cheeks as he came into kiss her. Azrea wasn't stupid. She knew this relationship was largely one sided but she was safe and free here and he certainly gave her alot of liberties. She was his now and feeling how she did for him was the least she could do. At least he knew her pledge of loyalty was true. Her tail remained still as his large hand brushed through it before returning to a gentle sway as she sat upon his lap, looking up to him. Her head cocked to the side before she looked down to the garment she wore which clearly wasn't hers. "You wouldn't have told me to take it off if I was wearing my own clothes". She said, gripping the bottom and pulling it over her head in one swift movement before discarding it on the bedside table. The little Vixen sat nude in the lap of the Mountain. On her full, perk breasts her nipples were already stiff and vying for his attention. The ring on her collar jingled in its hinge as the Fox rose up onto her knees and brushed her lips over his throat and Adams apple.

"Just until we dock..." She breathed. Her nails carefully dug into the flesh of his hips. "I want to feel you inside me~".

Even the possibility was exciting the little Vixen and her tail and breaths quickened with her heart beat. While tugging on the bottom of his shirt for removal, her stubily pointed teeth sank carefully into the flesh of the shoulder she was earlier admiring and intermittently increased the pressure while her hips rolled against his.

 

[Erit of Eastcris]

When she got like this, the slave-come-sailor was actually a little thankful that his time in the ring had deadened him to pain; he felt her teeth sink into him, as he always did whenever her fangs or nails went deep or her hands grew a mite too excited, but it hurt so little that he could ignore it entirely on reflex. Instead, he rolled his eyes at her request, even as his hands moved to her breasts to squeeze and heft the perky, round swells of her bosom, sighing with bemusement even as those powerful and roughly calloused hands trailed down her abdomen with subtle feather-light caresses, before sliding around her hips and delivering a firm but affectionate slap to her rump.

Certainly, the depth of attachment and love was not equal, but their feelings were nonetheless mutual; he was happy, to be with Azrea, to keep her safe and free of bondage she did not take upon herself. Happy to share in affection with her, even if it did manifest with a few more welts and scrapes between them than might first be expected. Welts and scrapes shown amply when the Captain's shirt slid over his shoulders, the grey cotton resting in a pile on the floor beside the bed; Azrea was not responsible for the handful of more permanent scars, like the one that stretched from his navel all the way around to his shoulderblade or the three braided brands around each of his biceps, but when she was in the proper mood she seemed to enjoy leaving bruises and scratches behind.

Today, though, in this moment, he didn't feel like letting her get away with such things; it was enough of an indulgence to stay with her, if they were going to make love it would be on his terms. So he smirked with a playful glint in his eye before rolling them over, trapping his little fox under a weight nearly thrice her own and pinning her by the neck with a hand large enough to reach from one end of her shoulders to the other, wagging a finger in front of her eyes with a quiet snicker of amusement before he groped her breast again, kneading and massaging the tender flesh that fit so nicely in his palm. Her breasts, face and vulva were always treated with care from him, since he knew they could be particularly sensitive to pain in women, but that did not mean he was not rough; merely careful. After a time, he released her breast, running a fingertip down her abdomed to her groin, where it stopped, hovering just above the split of her thighs. His smirk remained unchanged; he was teasing her, and she could probably guess as much, but she made it so fun he couldn't resist.

 

[StarGazy]

Though she was on the shortest end of her races average height, the Captain still towered over the males of her species. Having a smaller body incidentally also made her tighter than most and taking anything that wasn't the average size of Vulpine Males was uncomfortable. Even one or two males in the breeding pen of the Vineyard were bigger than the others than she could handle, though she didn't know if it was because they weren't as sympathetic. Sex with the Captain was painful and that was a fact she couldn't escape but he was the only man she had ever wanted to touch her and wanted to touch in return. It was either learn to love the pain or deny her urges, so now it had become something she looked forward to. The Captain had hurt her plenty since he gave her their collar but never maliciously.

"Fuck off" the Fox playfully barked as the man rolled his eyes. "Ya rather stand out there, in the cold, than cum inside your Kit?". Though she did the majority of sexual instigations, Azrea did always wonder what would happen if she stopped and metaphorically slept on the end of his bed rather than in it, like a good pet. It would certainly make the days at sea more monotonous. The Kit pushed her chest into his rough hands, grazing her nipples against the worked callouses and making her body shudder with titillation, followed by a sweet yelp as the ache from the hand-shaped bruise was disturbed with a fleshy slap. "I didn't think so".

The Fox watched intensely as the giant pulled the shirt off his back, bringing the excited sway to her tail. The variety of grief on his body still made her soul mourn though she had seen it umpteen amount of times. They were the symbol of his suffering and strife permanently etched into his skin and Azrea knew, from the glint in his eye, that there were many scars she couldn't see. She had arrived at his feet battered and starved but those marks were long gone. He and his nursed her back to health and through him, she found herself and was given a home. The Fox could not heal this man as he had done for her. In reality, he was still a stranger to her.
It was a natural behavior to bite her lover, both during arousal and to warn other Females, but she hoped he would look at her marks more fondly and maybe distract from the past.

The Vixen's lips kissed the biggest scars on his chest as well as one of the teeth marks shaped bruises on his pectorals. She'd be lying if she said that her love for him being unrequited wasn't painful, but he had already done enough for her. He didn't have to love her too. Whatever it was they had was enough and her devotion to him was the least she could give for saving her. Perhaps he knew.

The Fox playfully yelped as he shifted his position, dropping her onto the nest she had made of his bed today. His hand clasped around her neck securely making her smirk and growl. She tested his grip and pulled futilely at his wrist with both her hands, digging her claws into this forearm as she pulled. Suddenly, his Kit's grip eased once his hand caressed her breast, making her ears flatten to the sides as she whimpered from escalating arousal. His arm blocked her vision of her body and could only look at him while his teasing finger made her writhe as it traveled down her body, inching closer to her begging sex. She bit her lip but the sensation didn't follow and her ears sprang up as the digit was removed. The Kit looked up to his smug, teasing grin and growled, snapping her teeth with a grin. "...Bastard" she sighed, feeling the heat intensify between her thighs. Anticipation had already dampened them with arousal.

 

[Erit of Eastcris]

Her shivers and subtle writhing under his hands was endearing, a false struggle she always did just to show her mate that she wasn't helplessly acquiescing. Azrea was a spitfire who chose to be brought to heel, and something about that willing subservience made her that much more attractive and alluring to the Captain; knowing her submission wasn't the result of a weak spirit, but something shown only to him. One of the countless little gestures of hers that made her precious to him.

He bowed his head, gracing her with a more forceful kiss that saw her bottom lip caught gently between his teeth, a soft bite and playful tug before he released it and darted his tongue between her lips, the organ warm and moist and larger-than-life as the rest of him, but careful in its ministrations as it twined itself with her own. His other hand, the one not at her neck, slid languidly between her thighs, merely covering her slit in a firm grip that staked his claim; she was nobody's mate but his, anymore. Her previous owners had thrown her chastity aside trying to breed her, but now her sex was his alone to feel.

 

[StarGazy]

His Kit tangled her hands in his hair, gripping his silver speckled tresses tightly between her fingers as his lips came down hard on hers. She moaned as his teeth parted her lips and her small tongue flattened and protruded from her mouth that hung ajar from the tug of his teeth. It met with his and intermittently pressed and lapped against the large muscle between their kisses. Her hips bucked and her back arched to press against his clothed groin while she moaned into his lips and gave him whimpering begs to feel his body against hers. Rain began to spatter against the single window in a light shower as a calm before the inevitable storm ravaged the sea.

Her tail began to thrash between her legs while his hand traveled frustratingly slowly down her body again. The anticipation and thrill began to build in his Kit again and her muffled whimpers grew urgent. His big fingers brushed across the mound of her sex and across the heat of her slit and slicking his digits with arousal. The Vixen's hips bucked again before releasing a defeated moan into his lips while her ears fell to the sides of her head. "Captain please~"
She was his and his alone and would be for as long as he wanted her by his side. Azrea knew she couldn't heal the mind or body of his man but for as long as she remained beside him, she would take care of him in all the ways she knew she could.

 

[Erit of Eastcris]

The dampness of her arousal drew a pleased hum from the man, but her moan of surrender sent a shiver down his spine, something primal stirring in the bottom of his mind as this woman gave herself to him. He wanted to take her then and there, but there was still fun to be had before that; fun she could enjoy without the pain that came with his manhood. He broke the kiss slowly, first retracting his tongue before giving her lips a more tender nibble, then trailing his kisses down her cheek to the slender arch of her neck, lifting his hand from her shoulders as he did so. His incisors came again, nibbling at that tender flesh, suckling at the skin before he pulled back, smirking at the tiny welt left behind.; Another one of a half dozen marks they gave each other.

Then, he scooped her up by the shoulders and hips, depositing her into his lap with her back against his chest, one hand returning to her sodden folds while the other idly stroked her tail, his own arousal a tense ridge in his trousers pressed firmly against her thigh; a wooden length of eight inches she knew every last speck of blindfolded, quite literally. His calloused and sea-worn fingers played at her drooling slit, spreading her open and stroking the velvety entrance until he knew she couldn't stand it anymore, then granting her relief by sliding his middle finger into the waiting channel, curling to stroke that peculiar little patch that always made her shiver in delight. He started humming softly, really more a tuneless rumble against the back of her chest, as his other hand moved from her tail to her chest, siezing one of her perky orbs and digging his girthy fingers into the pliant flesh as he stroked and thrust in her slit, making sure she was very thoroughly warmed up for the rigours of properly pleasuring him.

 

[StarGazy]

The Captain was the only person she would submit to and even then it wasn't entirely. There was always a spark of spirited rebellion in the Fox. Though the intoxicating rhythm of his filling manhood often made her body unresponsive if that counted as being submissive. Even now she swallowed down the desire to push him on his back to tease and edge his climax to the peak and deny satisfaction until his limit. After all, she had the ability to do so more effectively than any human. The smell of his body and the taste of his pre-emissions gave her accurate hints on the status of his sex hormone. The more potent it was the closer he was to orgasm, letting his Kit know when to give him respite, to then eventually reward him with a heavy climax. Usually the body part of hers he wished. But these times were rare and she could only spring this level of behavour on him when work had worn his body down for the day. But that never stopped her trying.

When his lips left hers, the Vixen's mouth remained ajar and her tongue, still slicked with his saliva, hung over her lip. Her grip released his hair as he gently nuzzled her face and making her lips curve into a contented smile. The silver ring on their collar jingled as he released her neck and she writhed under his weight from the sensation of his mouth on her skin and establishing his ownership of her body beyond the leather around her neck. It joined the other few marks on her navel, breast, hip and of course, the soft dark bruise on her backside. That one she asked for after requesting he spanked her until she felt it the next day; it had been a 3 days since.

The Fox felt weightless in his arms as he planted her in his lap where she finally felt what she had been begging for. Her small hand darted to the outline of the stiffness in his britches, tracing his length with her thumb and middle finger before pressing her palm against him and stroking his girth between her hand and his leg. Spreading his legs puppeted her own as they hung over his thighs. Looking down between her thighs the Fox watched her Captain's arousal soaked fingers circled her entrance. The sound of his breath in her tall ears whilst his hand stroked the length of her full, soft tail made the girl shiver in his lap. From her place, Azrea looked up to him above her, flattening her ears against his chest, with a pleading expression on her features.

The girth of his finger breached her entrance and the tightness of her exquisitely hot walls gently squeezed the digit. He played her body like an expert and curved to hook his finger to the sweetest of her spots. He applied gentle pressure to the spot, which made her toes curl, before shaking the Fox's hips with rapid up and down motions. His thumb and little finger splayed across her hip bones. The vigarous internal massage made the Vixen's chest rise and fall as she moaned deeply and lustfully into the cabin. She snaked her arms around his biceps for comfort as pleasure took over her senses. The wet squish of his fingers joined the erotic symphony of her moans before climax wracked her body. Her walls contracted like a vice around his finger as her body trembled in his lap. The hand around her breast kept his orgasming Kit in place against his chest whilst her body spasmed, expelling him with a sudden gush of fluids that puddled the wooden floor. The Fox's breaths and moans were laboured.

Sensativity still highened her bodies responce but her body began to calm as the pleasure faded, though her arousal didn't. It relaxed her body and she appreciated the thought and effort he poured into her to inevitablly upgrade to his swollen manhood and couldn't wait to feel him cum.

 

[Erit of Eastcris]

When her body rocked and shuddered in climax, he held her tightly, still stroking and pleasuring her throughout her orgasm until she relaxed, limp and breathless, in his arms. Then the giant of a man rumbled a quiet laugh as he withdrew his hand from her thighs, flicking his tongue against the thick fluid she'd stained his skin with and smiling at the heady, slightly bitter and slightly sweet taste of her orgasm; so much like the rest of her. He wiped his hand on a scrap of cloth, placing it on her other breast and kneading the tender sphere briefly while his Kit caught her breath, before shifting her just enough to free his girthy shaft of its confines, which he then positioned to stand between her thighs. His manhood stood at full attention, absent foreskin, reaching from the base beneath Azrea's hips to the head half between her groin and navel, and dusk-colored like the rest of the Captain's skin; a rather meaty member that was decidedly on the wrong side of "uncomfortable" for his Kit, but she insisted.

Giving the fox's slit one last touch to make sure she was ready, he lifted Azrea by her hips and slowly settled her, in by inch, on to his erection, the organ twitching slightly and sending a tingle of pleasure up his spine as the head split the tiny fox's folds and skewered her. Halfway in, he smiled to the tiny hybrid over the back of her head, and brought her the rest of the way in one stroke, the head of his member kissing the deepest part of her channel as her hips met his. Just as the weather began to rock the ship in earnest, the giant lifted her by the hips and once more brought her back down, her velvety walls spasming around him and his length hot and pulsing in turn as his head met her deepest spot again and again with every descent, the scent of sex gradually filling the air alongside the sounds of their mating and the rain against the windowpane, the quiet howl of the ocean winds as a mild storm swayed the vessel.

After a time, the Captain settled her down onto his hips, rolling them over again and pressing a hand to her back, seizing her tail with the other as he rocked his hips, thrusting deep into the Kit's sodden tunnel as it strained to accommodate him, quiet grunts and pants the only sounds of effort from him, easily drowned out by Azrea's own impassioned—and slightly pained—cries as his hips met hers and his head kissed her cervix again and again, his grip on her soft and furry tail tightening as he pressed her further against the bed, his lips turning up in a subtle snarl as his own pleasure mounted and grew with every thrust he made and every yelping whine she gave back before, finally, his tension snapped. His shaft pulsed and stiffened inside her as he leaned down, thrusting into the hilt and pumping a load of his seed deep into her waiting womb, a quiet and strained sigh escaping him to brush those tall tapered ears that laid against her head.

He held there, slowly-fading erection still within her, his cum pooling inside her as the Captain laid his chest against her back, releasing her tail to rub one of her ears between forefinger and thumb, a quiet hum of pleasure rumbling between them in the afterglow. He did not speak, but didn't feel he needed to; Azrea knew she'd been a good girl.

 

[StarGazy]

Azrea bit her lip when she felt his swollen glands push against her sodden, orgasm slicked entrance. Her tail was pinned between their bodies where the tip hooked over his shoulder while it fidged, stroking his grief riddled chest with her soft fur. The first inch erupted a painful whimper from the Vixen, but the sound twisted to long and lustful as his girth came to press down on the sweet spot he had warmed earlier. The sharp ache only peppered her bliss as each and every movement caressed over the pressured area. The Fox cursed with an aching moan when the remainder of his length pushed abruptly into her body, making her toes curl from the sensation of the hard kiss to her cervix.

Her arms came up and her small hands curved around the back of his neck while her ears still remained flattened against his pectorals. "It hurts so good" she praised. Each firm kiss to her cervix peppered her moans with pain but her bliss was obvious. In one swift movement, Azrea was pinned beneath his weight on the nest she had created. His weight bore down her back, immobilizing her torso, but the Fox dug her knees into the cotton and elevated her hips to hold against the powerful stride of his hips. It angled him better for him manhood to continue its assault to her deepest zone but it took all her strength to hold against him, giving him better leverage than her flaccid hips. His fingers wrapped around the base of her tail and the fuffy limb wrapped around his forearm to keep him in place.

Her pain sparked cries of pleasure and praise grew labored and her thighs began to tremble under the hard plunges of his hips, continuing to drive her orgasm from the cocktail of sensations that clouded her mind. She knew what her Captain was capable off, but feeling his strength pound into her petite body made her respect how gentle he touched her usually. "Don't stop~" she begged, labouredly, between her cries, He was close too, she could smell the potency of his virility in his sweat. The pressure in her loins erupted harder than his attention earlier. Her wet, aching walls contracted around his girth as she climaxed, making her body writhe under him. Her once sturdy hips began to falter her orgasm sapped the control from her trembling thighs. The bitter sweet fluids of her orgasm splashed down her legs each with retraction of his hips and it continued into his last thrust. His groans and sighs were all she ever heard of his hidden voice and her ears pulled back to drink in his every sound.

His Kit whimpered with delight as she felt the throbs of his manhood and the warmth of his seed fill her womb while her thighs intermittently spasmed from the organ pressing against her now over sensitive spots. Azrea panted beneath him and released his arm from the grip of her tail as his body came to rest on hers. She gave a happy whine as her mate petted her, knowing that she had made him happy. With still wobbly legs, Azrea gently lifted herself and moved his spent body onto his back where she nuzzled lovingly into his cheek. She licked each mark she had left on him and inspected the dull claw marks on his wrist; giving them a soft lick too. The Fox kissed down his sweat-beaded body to his semi-erection against his stomach. Her slightly textured tongue grazed over the pool of the last leakage of his seed to taste that virility and took his fading length in her mouth. The fluffy limb swayed playfully. The mixed tang of both their bodies danced on her tongue while she quickly cleaned him up. He was a busy man after all.

"I promise i'll get dressed now" she said, giving the tip of his fading erection a little kiss before rising off the bed. She cleaned herself up with a linen towel and reached for a long-sleeved white blouse and dressed in front of him. It was followed by a dark leather bodice and a pair of dark trousers. She tried wearing a skirt but her excited tail often caused wardrobe malfunctions. A purpose tail slot also didn't work as it chaffed the base of the limb, as did underwear. Instead, Azrea hung the waistband of her bottoms low and just under her tail, giving it all the freedom it needed to be comfortable, though it meant the top of her rump was constantly on display. A small price for comfort in human clothes. When he sat up, his Kit collected his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head, aiding him as he pulled his arms through. "Its really coming down out there" she said, hearing the rain hit the window pane. Some of the furniture began to disturb from the rock of the ship. "Whats the plan from here?". Her eyes kept focus on his him, looking out for any nonverbal cue she could to piece together his words.

 

[Erit of Eastcris]

One could say many things about Azrea, but not that she did not know how to bring pleasure to her mate. He laid back and allowed himself to enjoy her ministrations, the nuzzling and kissing and cleaning—particularly the cleaning; for how dainty her mouth looked, she certainly knew everything about using it. When she hopped spryly to her feet and began to dress, he smiled at his kit and simply drank in the sight of her as more and more flesh disappeared from view; one could also never say she was not beautiful, at least not now that she was properly cared for. She had been a mite more wretched when she first arrived, underfed, battered and filthy, but the intervening months had seen her spring back with such vigor one could hardly tell she was the same woman who demanded to swear loyalty to him. As he watched her legs disappear to her trousers, he wondered briefly if nothing could truly be done to afford her luxurious tail more comfort without baring her hindquarters to the world. He trusted his crew; they could not even think of "Fox" in that way, such that she would be safe walking the deck stark naked if she wished, but other men? He loathed the looks she often received whenever she came into towns with him, perched on his shoulder like he was some kind of fencepost. Though nobody actually touched her, with his imposing bulk around.

After she helped him redress himself, an unnecessary but accepted gesture that earned her a gentle pat on the head, he stood and repositioned the chair as it began to slide from the motion of the ship. The heavier furnishings, his desk and bed and wardrobe, were all nailed into place, but the original chair had broken under his weight two months prior and so they had replaced it with a mismatched but more sturdy piece. At her question, the Captain pulled Azrea into his lap and hugged her close, leaning back and looking towards the ceiling in contemplation. Beyond the port they were currently headed for, there was no real plan in place. The Unlashed went where rumor said it could make money, and about as often as not they made a small living through honest means when there was nothing worth taking through piracy. Coming up with nothing, he looked down at his kit and shrugged, deciding he would answer her when he had a better one to give.

Above deck, his crew began their preparations for docking. They had been through this enough times before, and let their captain to his rest; after the things he had done and endured for them those years ago, they to a man felt he had earned the time he took with Fox out of the steady rain and chill winds. And they trusted him enough to sail directly for those tiered roofs that reminded them so of the bad old days, and when they arrived in the port as the sun began to kiss to western horizon, they handled the docking fees without disturbing him save the first mate knocking on his door and announcing their arrival. At that point, the Captain looked up from Azrea's tail, which he had been brushing with a silver comb set with deep blue enamel, and smiled at her, offering his shoulder to ride on if she desired to leave and see the town for the evening.

 

[StarGazy]

Azrea's tall ear pressed against the chest of her Mate as his arms bound her close to his chest. The sturdy thump of his heart and the warmth of his body made her noticeably relax in his arms. Her tail faded from a casual sway and wrapped around his leg comfortingly. He was the only person who made her feel safe and not once, even when she first laid eyes on him, did she ever feel scared of him. There was a gentle soul within his grief-stricken body of strength and most saw only the surface. Though she had never spoken a word about it, she wanted to know him. Who he was, where he came from, why he didn't speak and his name. What stories were behind those scars she had kissed a hundred times.

The Vixen looked up to Him as he shrugged and she chuckled in response. It didn't matter. It was a new town and that used to make her nervous but since traveling her anxiety in new places had faded. She trusted him and he had never given her a reason not to. The anxiety stemmed from her general fear of strangers though and her Mate's rehabilitation had reinstalled her sense of trust, she couldn't help but associate Traders and Merchants as Slave Drivers. Their stock likely came from the hard work of their prisoners. Whenever Men looked at her from the safety of her Mate's shoulder, Azrea only interpreted it to be gazes of Greed. She had been treated as a tool and means for profit and the stubborn Fox would never believe that the average man saw her as anything but. Regardless, Foxes mated for life and there was no male better than her own.

His Kit sighed softly when his big hands gently slipped through the soft fur of her tail, brushing against the slender extension of her spine. It was near hairless when she swore loyalty to him. Stress had her pulling the fibers from the limb, giving it an almost rat-like appearance, but it was a behavior that immediately stopped under her Captain's care. She unraveled her tail from around his leg and curled around his hand as he stroked it. "I have wondered what it sounds like if you said my name," she said softly while he reached for the comb. The teeth flowed through her fur, infrequently catching knots. All she knew of his voice was his groans of gratification but even the thought made desire stir with the after ache in her loins, making her body and tail shudder in his lap. "...Maybe its better If I don't" she giggled, giving his body an affectionate squeeze.

The Fox gripped her Captain's shoulders and pulled up to stand on his thighs before sliding her leg over his body to mount his shoulder. She gripped the back of his shirt to steady herself as she stood then it came to rest around the back of his neck as he strode outside. The rain moistened her nicely brushed tail almost immediately, making the once fluffy fur fall flat and expose the thin boney limb underneath. The sleeves of her white under blouse became almost transparent and if it wasn't for her bodice she'd look almost nude. She gazed over the docks of the new town and through the rain dampened the smells, all docks carried the same scents; Brine, damp wood, ale, dirt, and vomit. Most of them came from an Inn just across the Docks. Wooden market stalls had shack like roofs to protect their goods but had begun to pack their wares away in the light of the setting sun.