Chuya arched his back, moaning as Myth-Hunting Pirate pressed the head of his cock against Chuya's entrance. The boy was still slick from the pirates' rough lovemaking, and he trembled with anticipation as he felt himself being claimed once more.

"Come on," Myth-Hunting Pirate growled, thrusting forward. "Take it."

Chuya cried out as Myth-Hunting Pirate's cock slid easily inside him. The pirate captain began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he took Chuya in long, hard strokes. The boy moaned and arched his back further, wrapping his legs around Myth-Hunting Pirate's waist in an effort to draw him closer.

The captain's eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared down at her, his expression unreadable. He leaned in close, their faces inches apart, and lowered his voice to a menacing whisper. "You asked for it." With that, he lunged forward, his hand snapping out and slamming into the side of her face with brutal force. The impact sent her rolling off the bed and onto the floor with a painful thud.

"That," he growled, his voice dark with rage, "is just the beginning."

He steps off the bed, towering over her as he looms above her crumpled form. "Now get up," he commands coldly, "and crawl back to me like the dog you are if you ever want my favor again."

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A low growl rumbled through his chest as he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his erect length pressing against her opening. With a harsh thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in one swift motion, sending waves of pain and pleasure crashing through her body. Elizer Oneall cried out, arching backward as tears streaked down her face.

"That's it," Myth-Hunting Pirate growled, gripping her hips tightly as he began to move within her. "Take my seed."

As if to punctuate his words, he suddenly grabbed hold of Elizer Oneall's hair, jerking her head back hard enough for her to cry out in surprise and pain. His thrusts grew more forceful, each one slamming into her deepest places with brutal intensity.

"Such a good little mermaid," he snarled against her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "Taking your Master's cock so well."

The captain chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving her face as he takes another step closer. "I think we both know that's not going to happen," he says with a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Not yet, at least." He reaches out to stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckles, watching her reaction closely.

Her skin is so soft under his touch; it sends shivers down his spine. And yet she remains unyielding, defiant in the face of his dominance.

The captain smirks at her reaction, his fingers trailing down her neck to rest against the collarbone. "You are such a contradiction," he whispers, leaning in closer still as he takes another shallow breath through his nose. The scent of her skin, of her hair... it's intoxicating.

He wants more. He needs more. But for now, he will enjoy the thrill of the chase, the challenge of trying to break down her resistance piece by piece.

Myth-Hunting Pirate's eyes glinted with satisfaction as he heard her scream. He chuckled darkly before leaning in to whisper against her ear, "You're going to be so much fun to break." With that, he released her wings completely and stood up, stretching lazily as the other pirates sniggered and jeered at the injured siren on the deck.

The pirates roared with laughter as the siren tried to fly away, her wings beating frantically against the air. It was no use; she was still tethered to the harpoon gun. Myth-Hunting Pirate smirked, watching her struggle futilely before he finally decided to put her out of her misery. He strolled over and casually yanked on the line connected to the harpoon, reeling her back in like a fish on a hook.

"Well," he drawled, "

"As you wish," the pirate captain replied with a shrug. "But remember, if you can't prove yourself useful... well, I have my ways of dealing with useless creatures." He paused for a moment, considering her. "Perhaps we could make a wager, instead? If I win, you'll serve me for a tenday. If you win..." His grin grew wider. "I'll let you go free, and perhaps even give you something to remember me by."

The pirate captain raised an eyebrow at her challenge, his expression unreadable. "Very well," he drawled, stepping back and taking a fighting stance. "You're on." With a flick of his wrist, he produced two brown belts from seemingly nowhere, tossing them to the ground between them. "First one to retrieve those wins." Then, before she could react, he lunged forward, aiming a kick at her midsection.