She moans your name, her voice hoarse from screaming as you continue to pound into her. The sensation is overwhelming; she can feel every inch of you inside her and it feels so good... too good. Her body trembles on the brink of release, her hips bucking against yours as she tries to find some way to bring herself the pleasure she craves.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she arches further off the desk. She's so close...

Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she arches further off the desk. She's so close...

With a loud cry of release, her body shudders and convulses around you. Her inner walls tighten impossibly, milking your cock with each spasm. Your hips snap forward, driving deep inside her as she comes apart underneath you. Her pleasure is overwhelming, filling every inch of her being until she can't tell where she ends and you begin.

She looks up at him through a haze of pleasure-fueled exhaustion, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. He nods once and gestures for the crew members who'd been holding her down earlier to release their grip. They do so reluctantly, stepping back and watching her with hungry eyes as she sinks to her knees on the floor.

For a moment, she thinks he might have mercy on her; then his hand snakes out, gripping her hair and forcing her head upward. "

You're not done yet," he growls before giving her hair a painful tug. She winces but doesn't dare protest as he pushes her forward toward the waiting crew members. Her body is aching and sore, but she knows there's no escape now; she must continue until they're all satisfied.

One by one, she services the crew members of the ship, obeying their every command and taking them deeper into pleasure than they'd ever imagined possible.

The captain growls low in his throat as he feels her orgasm wash over him, his hips jerking forward and driving himself deeper inside her body. With a hoarse cry, he finds his own release, his arms trembling with the force of his thrusts.

For what seems like an eternity, they stand there, entwined in each other's embrace, their bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of their passion. Finally, the captain pulls away, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Very well done," he says softly, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "You have proven your loyalty." His voice holds a note of grudging respect, and she can't help but feel a surge of triumph at that small victory.

As the last echoes of passion fade away, Melanie realizes with a start that Captain asretn argfng has yet to appear. She glances around nervously, wondering what he intends to do now.

She opens her eyes to find Captain asretn argfng leaning casually against the doorframe, his expression unreadable. Beneath his gaze, she feels exposed and vulnerable in the thin cotton of the dress he'd given her. She nods slowly, not trusting herself to speak.

"Good," he says simply before turning to leave. "Let's go." He leads her through the ship toward the stern, where a small boat is waiting for them.

The crew of the galleon is taken completely by surprise when Melanie climbs aboard their ship, clad in nothing but a white dress that billows around her as she swims through the water. Captain asretn argfng had given her precise instructions on what to do and say, but now that she's actually here, it's harder than she expected to play the part of an innocent maiden who'd been captured by pirates.

Her eyes go wide with shock as you roughly grab her throat, cutting off her air. She struggles against your grip, but it only tightens, making it harder for her to breathe. At the same time, you pinch and squeeze her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her body. Her hips twitch involuntarily, betraying her arousal even as she struggles for air.

"P-please..." she gasps, "

With each twinge of pleasure from your fingers, her body tenses further, making it harder for her to breathe. She tries to focus on the pain in her throat and chest, but it's impossible when every other nerve ending is alive with sensation. Her eyes squeeze shut as she comes against your hand, a shuddering release that leaves her weak and trembling.

"Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible between gasps for air. "That felt...good."

Captain Yuta begins to move inside her, his powerful strokes sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches her back, meeting each thrust with a moan or a gasp, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her as she tries to find purchase in the intensity of their coupling. His cock feels so big inside her, stretching and filling her in a way that no man has before, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to focus on what he's asking her to do. "Your... your cock feels so good, Captain Yuta," she pants, each word punctuated by a thrust of his hips. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before." She wraps her legs around him, urging him deeper inside her as he continues to move with powerful strokes.