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Kurtis – The Treasure Box, the Nimborgoth

The crew of the Treasure Box leaped into action.

Telesi barked her orders as she moved about. In the rigging, Foran and his father Tarthan were adding extra sail, letting it all unfurl to give the ship more speed as the sleek, black-sailed craft closed the distance on us.

Korvan and his guards strapped on their armor, buckling on breastplates and strapping on sword belts. We were about to have a fight with pirates. Nixie pirates. Part of me was excited for it. A crew of hermaphrodite women.

But they were always hermaphrodites. Women. They always had their cocks. But I could still manipulate their lust. That would be something. I was ready to unleash it.

Pyrriah had her sword belt on but hadn’t drawn her tulwar yet. Kyaza limbered her bow. She bent the stave of wood, the muscles in her ebony arms bulging. Her face twisted from the concentration. She hooked the other end of the string around the top of the bow, keeping it bent.

She had a quarrel belted around her waist and hurried up to the back of the boat. She climbed up on the stern deck where Bethie and her daughter Overia manned the large wheel. They gripped the pegs on it. Kyaza reached the back only to duck at once.

An arrow shot through where she had been and hit the deck.

“Who fired that!” she cried as I moved up on the stern deck. “Get down, Lord Kurtis! There’s a powerful archer on the other side. I can’t believe she shot from that far with such accuracy.”

“Shit,” I growled, peering at the pirate ship. “She’s gaining on us.”

“Yep,” Bethie said. “We can’t outrun a nixie ship.

Another arrow hurtled in. I rolled to the side. It hit where I was on the deck. She was aiming for me? I lifted my head and peered at the ship. Nixies were blue skinned, but whoever was shooting at me wasn’t. She had bronze skin and black hair. She wore armor that left one of her tits bare.

“It’s Antagony!” I shouted and moved off the stern deck. “That amazon bitch is back!”

“No!” hissed Pyrriah.

“Ziryihm!” Mother growled. She looked up into the air.

So I looked up, too, at the blanket of gray clouds that spread across the sky. A flock of seabirds flew to our east while nearly above us was a lone bird that… glowed. Not a bird at all. She didn’t glow brightly compared to the sun shining through the clouds around her, but it was noticeable.

“ZIRYIHM!” Mother roared at the tip of her lungs. “YOU MEDDLING BITCH!”

“Great,” I muttered. This was getting from bad to worse.

Mother glanced at me. “This is a pirate ship that is running us down, Master. Unleash me.”

I shook my head.

“No one will know. Let me sink the boat into the water. There will be no survivors to spread the tale.”

“Nixies don’t drown,” I pointed out. “So there will be survivors to carry the tale.”

Mother’s hands clenched into furious claws. I got it. Ziryihm had betrayed us and unleashed Antagony on us to capture mother and “protect” her. Now they had pirates. This was getting out of hand. We had to fight right here, right now.

“Korvan,” I growled. “We’re going to fight them on the deck.”

“Yes, my Lord!” the man said, nodding. “Princess Lavhi, I want you and your rakshasas ready to pounce! Nephi, get in the air! Dive down on them once they’re on the deck. Beliala, glad you joined us. You whip any of the cunts that get on board.”

The demon arched her eyebrow.

“You heard him!” I growled.

Nephi transformed into a sphinx and beat her wings. She caught the same breeze that propelled the Treasure Box across the Nimborgoth. She lifted off from the deck and started climbing. I glanced back up at the glowing dot.

The three rakshasa—yes, Princess Naryu was even there, trying to focus—had their tiger heads on, ready to unleash carnage. I really wished I had Solja and his sister on board. They would be invaluable right now.

Now helping that.

“Here’s your sword,” Lasla said, rushing up to me and thrusting my tulwar out.

I drew it from the scabbard and said, “I want you to take Oberoy, Diane, and Shetha down into the hold. It’s not safe for them up here.”

She stared at me with this hard look in her eyes.

“Please!” I smiled at her. “I want you to keep them calm. This is going to be intense.”

“Fine, fine,” she said. She glanced over and spotted Stalker. “Fuck any blue bitch that gets on board!”

His cock hardened and emerged from his sheath. He snarled. Lasla had slammed a lust in him to fuck nixies. Smart.

Beliala’s whip cracked. The ship was ready for the fight to come. When they boarded us, they would be in for a world of hurt. I glanced at the enemy ship. It was sailing so fast, It was starting to come abreast at us.

An arrow hissed at me.

Lasla’s sword slashed the air and knocked it into the deck at my feet. Red fire flickered through her hair. My twin was ready for the fight to come. So was I. I gripped my sword as the deck of the Treasure Box pitched with the sea.

“Get ready for them to board!” I shouted, watching the nixies. They were not moving into board yet.

Maybe they wanted to soften us up with arrows.

Kyaza fired at them, forcing them to duck. All save Antagony who fired back. The two women traded arrows. Antagony just dodged Kyaza’s while my centaur-wife had to duck down and avoid the incoming attacks.

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Azuliana

Ziryihm soared over us. Over me.

My friend who thought she could control my wife angered me so much. There she was. Because of her, I was trapped with those damned Bracers of Iustia, unable to transform and defend myself as we ventured into the cesspit of the Shizhuth Empire.

Now she was here. She threatened us again. No more. I would put an end of this.

I hadn’t been given permission to become a dragon. I still had my chastity belt and collar on, so I was limited into what I could transform into. One of those forms I could take was a harpy. It wouldn’t make me bigger. My body flowed and shifted. My arms became blue-feathered wings. My feet changed, gaining talons like a bird with one thrusting out of the back of my foot. I could grab with them.

Claw with them.

I flapped my wings and took to the air before Master could order me not to do this. I wouldn’t let him stop me from hurting this bitch. If I didn’t hear him shout his commands, I couldn’t disobey him. He didn’t say I couldn’t do this.

Even if he punished me later, it was worth it.

Ziryihm watched me climb. She circled slowly on her golden wings. Her beauty was enough to dazzle, her hermaphrodite-dick thrust out before her. She glided with ease, a smile growing on her lips like she thought I was coming to surrender to her.

“Azuliana,” she called as I closed the last dozen feet. “I’m so glad that you—”

I slashed at her stomach. She gasped, flapping her wings to pull her belly out of reach of my disemboweling talons. The shock on her face made me hiss in delight as I flapped my wings and pivoted, slashing at her perfect tits.

“Azuliana!” she cried as she dodged my attack. “What are you doing?”

“Doing?” I roared. “After you unleashed that amazon who nearly killed my son, you’re shocked I want to rip out your guts!”

“No, no, I didn’t want her to kill him!” gasped Ziryihm. “I just wanted to—”

“PROTECT ME!” My fury beat through me. I flapped my wings hard and rushed at her. She twisted and dove out of the way. “Be thankful my son hasn’t released me from his bonds, or I would assume my true form.”

“You’re the last dragon, Azuliana! I have to protect you!”

“And when I die, there won’t be any more dragons!”

“Matar doesn’t want your kind to go extinct!”

My blood boiled. The fire that birthed my race blazed in them. That fury that led my grandmother to raze entire cities. For my cousins to burn and pillage. The flames burned too hot in us. I could feel that desire to rampage. I could fly back to Shizhuth and put the Forbidden City to the flame. I could burn that cunt Queen Athirmi in her Ziggurat.

“Matar was a fool to make us!” I roared. “I say, good riddance to my foul race!”

I slashed at her with a flurry of claws, trying to rip her face off or to damage those perfect tits of hers. It wanted to bury my talons in deep and make her really bleed. That would be perfect. She deserved to suffer for unleashing that Amazon on my family.

But Ziryihm dodged. She was proving more agile in the air in the form she wore. I hissed and snarled, struggling to connect with her. I just needed to hit her once. Once! Then she would go down. Just one good hit.

My claws raked the air as she dodged. She wove beneath them, twisting out of the way of every one of them. It was infuriating having her evade me over and over again. I beat my wings as she dodged another attack.

“You leave me no choice!” she cried and pulled out a rod from her magical pouch.

She swung it at me.

I didn’t know what that was, but I didn’t want it to hit me. Ziryihm was an immortal. She was old, and she loved her toys. My wings flapped to twist my body out of the way. I spiraled around her, my claws flexing and relaxing as I struggled to get into position to hurt her.

She was faster. She thrust the rod at me.

I gasped and flapped hard. I soared over her and slashed. My talon caught her in the temple, ripping open a bloody line into her hair. I laughed in delight, glad to shed her blood. I dove to the right, wanting to get around her, and hit her again.

“Friend!” The anger swelled in me. “Friend! After what you did! You can claim that after my son nearly died! I will—”

The rod thrust at me, forcing me to twist out of the way. I beat my wings as they nearly hit me. She swung it at me, but I managed to get away. She flew after me, the rod raised to strike. I just had to dodge out of the way.

Her wings flared with bright, blinding light.

The pain shot into my eyes. I couldn’t see. I flapped my wings in a panic. She could be anywhere. I twisted around, legs kicking, talons slashing wildly. The metal rod struck me in the back. Every bit of me went limp.

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Kurtis

The enemy ship was abreast with us, arrows firing back and forth from Kyaza and Antagony. Korval had his men ready to repel the boarders when the nixie ship swung in and closed the distance with us. I was behind them, sword in hand.

Light flashed above.

I looked up to see Mother falling. She hurtled for the water between the two ships.

“Nephi!” I cried.

But it was clear that Nephi was too far away. Mother fell and plunged into the water between the ships before the sphinx could turn and hurtle for her. I didn’t think. My heart leaped into my throat. I threw down the sword and raced for the edge of the ship.

“Kurtis!” Pyrriah cried. “Wait!”

I dove over the side and plunged into the cold water of the Nimborgoth.

I broke the surface, my robe clinging to me as I swam toward where my mother hit the water. I kicked hard, looking for her. I didn’t see her on the surface. The waves washed around me as I swam out there.

Light flared above me. I glanced up to see Ziryihm diving down at us.

Nephi swooped in and cut her off, slashing with her claws and roaring with her lioness fury. That was right. That bitch didn’t get to dump my mother in the ocean. She was part nixie. That was what made her unique.

She had some aspect of water mixed in with her fire.

She should be fine. She would be fine.

I took a deep breath and dove beneath the waves. I kicked into the seawater and spotted her sinking into the black. I kicked hard for her, battling against the current. Her wings spread out wide, her feathers billowing. Blue hair rippled behind her. I kicked lower and lower for her, bubbles bursting from my nose.

The pressure on me grew and grew. I felt it squeezing down on me. I didn’t care. I kept swimming hard and fast for Mom. I would reach her. I would get down her and seize her. I reached out with my hand and snagged her wing.

With a nice strong grip on her, I turned and started kicking up for the surface. I kicked hard and fast for the top, pulling Mom to me. She didn’t seem to be drowning or thrashing. She didn’t appear distressed at all.

She didn’t even seem alive.

I hugged her to me and broke the surface. I bobbed there between the two ships, her head lolling back on my shoulder. The golden collar around her neck gleamed. I pushed my hand between her chest and felt the steady beat of her heart.

It pounded fast.

Her head lolled as I bobbed in the water. I felt her breathing on me. So she wasn’t drowning. Probably couldn’t drown. She was just limp. Unconscious. I glared up at Ziryihm dodging Nephi who flew after her. My sphinx roars echoed through the air.

BRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

The loud blast of the trumpet resounded from the nixie ship. It was still far from the Treasure Box sailing parallel with it. And I was starting to see why as the water alongside their ship rippled. It surged upward a moment later and crashed back down, sending a wave rushing across the Nimborgoth hurtling straight at the Treasure Box.

I cursed and swam toward my ship. The water suddenly lowered. My stomach sank for a second then the water rose around me. It lifted me up and up. I felt the power of it as I rose higher than the deck of the Treasure Box before I was down the other side, spinning, trying to keep afloat.

The wave hurtled for my ship.

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Pyrriah

“ROGUE WAVE!” shouted from the rigging as the massive wall of water surged at us.

Korvan and his men were at the railing, slowly backing up as it hurtled toward us. The captain glanced back, his one good eye staring at me with questions. I didn’t know what to do. That wave was massive.

It slammed into the ship.

The water crashed over the deck. It swept over Korvan and his men before slamming into me. I screamed only to be cut off as I was plunged underwater. A vast roaring filled my ears as I tumbled, my robes flapping around my feet. My glowing hair swept in every direction. I caught a glimpse of the mast and the side of the ship.

I dropped my tulwar as I swept off into the sea. I kicked for the surface, staring up at the glowing sunlight and the dancing brilliance from Ziryihm fighting with Nephi in the skies above. I kicked hard and passed a man thrashing.

Korvan.

The one-eyed captain fought to kick for the surface, but he was in his armor. It weighed him down and dragged him into the darkness. I could do nothing for him but kick for the surface. I breached the frothy top, bobbing in the waves, my heart pounding in terror.

Seawater poured off the sides of the Treasure Box, inundated by it. The lower stalls were torn. The rigging snapped and spars broke. Overia and Bethie were still on the stern deck, the two human males clinging to the railing. Stalker was still on the deck, running back and forth, his tentacles waving.

Others were in the water, kicking to stay afloat. Some of the halfling crew members, the rakshasa, Beliala. I swam for the ship. I didn’t know what to do. This was a disaster. How could we even have a chance?

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Kurtis

The ship rocked from the impact. It shook so violently, I feared it would snap in half. I stared at the railing. I didn’t see the soldiers. Beliala. I spotted Kyaza. She had been washed off the stern of the ship and was swimming back toward it. Where was Pyrriah?

“Las’s big dick,” I growled and swam for the treasure box, holding my mother in my arms. Nephi still fought with Ziryihm in the skies. I kicked hard, my heart pounding a wild beat. This was insane. “Gods damn that amazon and deva!”

I fought to get closer to the ship. The Treasure Box was turning away, the ship not under control. The wind blew it faster than I was swimming. I was being left behind and there was nothing I could do about it but kick.

So I kicked.

From over the ship, Beliala appeared. The demoness dripped with water as she flew, her whip in hand. She sailed over my head, flying toward the enemy ship. At least someone could do something productive.

BRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

“Gods, no,” I groaned as I heard the wave building behind us.

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Antagony

As the horn sounded, I aimed at Kurtis in the water. The waves had finally calmed down to give me a clear shot. I drew back my arrow, feeling the rock of the ship and watching him bob. It had to be perfect. All the movement accounted for along with the wind.

I drew in the breath and exhaled for the release.

TWANG!

Her arrow soared out for Kurtis.

CRACK!

The shadowy whip struck it and ripped the arrow in half. The pieces tumbled through the air and splashed in the waves. A winged bitch soared down at me, her eyes burning red with anger. I cursed and quickly knocked on another. I fired at her as she swung her whip.

She knocked it back at me.

I cursed and dodged to the side, nearly crashing into a nixie pirate. The arrow struck the deck with a loud thunk. I came up with my bow clutched tightly in hand as the captain cried out to repel boarders. Cutlasses came out as the demon landed on the deck.

A nixie rushed at her.

The whip cracked out, stroking the nixie across the tits. A bleeding line erupted, marring those beautiful breasts. The one fell screaming to the ground. She flopped there, her hermaphrodite-dick slapping into her belly. She didn’t get up, either. She kept screaming. Kept thrashing like she had been really hurt.

What was going on here?

The whip cracked at me. I let it strike my leather armor. It cracked across me. I felt the impact but it wasn’t too hard. Not enough to keep the nixie on the ground screaming in agony. Something else was going on here.

Demon… What did they do…? Pain, right? Sadist?

I snapped off an arrow at the demon, but she blocked it and slapped out her whip, striking another nixie in the belly. She, too, fell to the deck in agony. I fired another arrow at the demon as I retreated down the deck.

The second wave struck the Treasure Box. I hardly noticed it out of the corner of my eye as I drew and fired at her head. She ducked low and flicked out her whip. The tip blurred fast and struck the tip of my exposed breast.

Agony burst across my nipple.

Screaming, I dropped to the deck, my entire body consumed with agony. There was nothing I could do about it. The pain surged through me. I screamed and thrashed. It wouldn’t stop. The torment surged through me over and over again.

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Pyrriah

The next wave slammed into the Treasure Box.

I could only watch helplessly as the ship rolled onto its side. The masts hit the water as the surge swept over it. I readied for it to hit us. The water slammed over me and pushed me back down beneath the surface.

The sounds grew muted, that distant roar echoing around me. I kicked up to the surface to see more of the crew in the water now. The ship groaned and rolled back upright, leaving behind both masts. Those floated in the water with a mess of canvas and cabling.

My poor sister was still in there.

I kicked hard, my legs getting tired from fighting to stay afloat. Overia and Bethie grabbed a spar and clung to it as they bobbed in the saltwater. Telesi clung to another piece of rubble, staring at her ship stripped of its mast, its railings ripped off. Water poured off the bobbing ship.

How were we escaping this?

I didn’t see how unless the pirates that wrecked the ship were merciful.

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Lasla

Shetha clung to me as we huddled in the hull. Water poured down the stairs. I didn’t know what was going on. Diane struggled to pick herself back up. She rubbed at her head. Tears were in her eyes. Oberoy flew through the hold to her.

“It’ll be okay,” he told her, landing by her. “I’m sure everything is fine, Diane.”
She swallowed and glanced up. “What was that.”

I didn’t know.

“T-there was a horn,” Shetha whimpered, her ears twitching, her wet hair clinging to her face and shoulders. Her bedraggled tail swished back and forth.

The horn sounded a second time. My stomach sank with dread. It was about to happen again. I grabbed onto the stairs and held Shetha to me. A growing roar built outside, drowning out the few shouts.

The ship lurched to the side.

I lost my grip and fell to the hold with Shetha I lay on the floor as the water poured down the stairs again. It washed around as the world tilted. I gasped as the ship rolled over. The water surged around us as we were floating over the side of the ship.

The hull groaned.

Shetha clung to me as I held her just as tight. I screamed in fright as the ship rolled back the other way. The water sloshed around us and carried us to the stairs. I thrust out my hand and braced us, keeping us from smacking into it.

The water swirled around us and poured deeper into the ship. It bobbed and rocked. I shuddered as Shetha sobbed. I looked around to see Oberoy clutching his head, blood spilling out from between his fingers. Diane stared at me hopelessly.

I had to do something. How much could the Treasure Box take before she broke apart? We had to be rescued. These nixie pirates weren’t playing fair with their magical horn. That tickled something in the back of my head. Magical… horn.

“The conch!” I gasped.

The conch that Throwia gave us back in Drakin Castle. That could summon help when we were at sea. That was it. Hope surged through me as I scrambled up the wet stairs of the hold, my robes clinging to me. I emerged on deck and my stomach lurched.

Both masts had snapped, leaving behind shattered stumps thrusting up out the decking. A mess of tangled rigging lay strewn about the ship. Railing had snapped. Decking had buckled from the impact. The Treasure Box was doomed.

The nixie pirate ship was closing in on us. They had us, the bitches.

I ran across the ship. I didn’t know where anyone was. My brother. Sister. Mother. Stalker. I scrambled over the thick cables of braided rope to reach the door to the stern cabins. It was missing, seawater puddled inside.

I burst into the captain’s room where I stayed with my brother and Pyrriah. Our jewelry was scattered across the deck, the bedding lying in the corner, soaking wet. I spotted Kurtis’s pack. I grabbed the waterlogged bag and dumped it out.

The conch spilled out with some other things. I gripped the blue conch, the inside green. Vedr made this. The Goddess of Weather. This had to save us. I held it in my desperate hands as I rushed back onto the deck.

I put it to my lips.

BWWUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

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Kurtis

Another horn sounded. My stomach sank as I was struggling to stay afloat now. My legs burned from the fatigue. I glanced at the nixie ship, but I didn’t see the wave gathering there. Just Beliala fighting on the deck and keeping them distracted.

A light glowed beneath me. It rose out of the water, an azure light that almost lifted me. No, it was lifting me up. The glowing water seized me and held me. I grabbed Kyaza swimming nearby. I could see others scattered about the ocean while the Treasure Box bobbed, her stern to the nixie ship now.

Lasla was on the deck, a blue light shining from her.

The water pulled me along the surface. It drew me toward Kyaza. It grabbed the succubus and incubus, Pyrriah, the three rakshasas, the crew of the Treasure Box, and even Stalker. It pulled us all together near the Treasure Box. The water around us lifted us until…

My feet were on solid ground.

I stared down at the firm water that was rising out of the ship. It had the look of… wooden planks made out of solid liquid water. It made no Gods damn sense, but I was on a ship. Everyone who had fallen into the water was on a ship.

Everyone but Korvan and his men. Where were they?

Women rose around us. Naked women formed entirely of water. They were moving about the ship. The crew. They all had smiles for us as they hastened about the ship. They climbed up into the masts to raise liquid sails.

Of course, they did.

“Undines,” said Lilica. The succubus wrung out her wet hair. “Their undines.”

Undines… They were Las’s daughters formed when his cum landed in a lake. They could fashion ships of water, as they clearly had here, and they also could make tentacles out of their hair and molest men to help get their seed which they needed to reproduce. Many of them served Vedr and were found around her Coral Palace floating through the depths of the sea.

“Lasla blew the conch,” Pyrriah said as she staggered over to me, her robes dripping with seawater that… melted into the decking and joined the ship.

“Lasla blew the conch,” I said as the undine ship sailed for the nixie vessel.

Our new vessel knifed through the waves, the watery sails catching the wind. The pirate ship was in disarray with Beliala on the deck. She was fighting the crew, her whip cracking down at them. But on the stern deck, I could see a woman with a horn.

BRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

Another wave formed.

“Gods damn it,” I cursed as the ship sailed right for it.

The wave rushed out at the undine ship. The crew jumped into action. They dropped out of the rigging, their watery bodies rippling from the impact. They converged at the stern facing the wave that rolled right out at us.

The wave froze before the ship. It surge up there, a wall of water that rippled. The undines pushed forward with their hands. The wave washed the opposite way rushing right for the nixie ship. It hurtled at it.

Beliala appeared over the wave, flying into the air. The water hit the pirate ship a moment later. The vessel was hit on the side of its stern. It spun the vessel around, the water washing across the deck of the ship. Not a direct hit, but it had the ship rotating around.

The nixies started vanishing beneath the deck. Some were dragging the unconscious ones. I spotted Antagony disappearing beneath the deck. The ship started to sink, only it wasn’t going down. They were submerging.

“Sir!” an undine said, stopping before me. She saluted smartly. “Captain Current, commander of Vedr’s Wave on loan to you! What are your orders!”

I looked around. “What are the nixies doing?”

“Fleeing, sir.” She smiled. “They know they don’t want to mess with undines. Do you want us to pursue them? It would mean you would have to go back to the ocean. We’re not able to bring air down with us. But we can crush their ship, though they’re nixies so they won’t drown. But given where we are, they also might die of exhaustion before they can get back to land.”

“No, no,” I said, staring down at my unconscious mother. She still was in her harpy form, her feather soaked with water. I set her down on the deck. “We have to get the survivors off the Treasure Box.”

“Of course, sir,” said Captain Current, her large breasts rippling with her movements. I could feel her lust swirling through her. She was definitely a Daughter of Las. Probably not directly, but her great-great-great-great-grandmother definitely was.

Beliala landed on deck. “I made that bitch Amazon howl, Master.”

“Good.” I felt a vicious satisfaction over it. “Did you see Korvan and his men in the water?”

“They drowned,” Pyrriah said. “They were washed over the side and just… gone. They couldn’t swim in their armor.”

My stomach lurched. I grabbed the railing of Vedr’s Wave, feeling sick. Those were my men. They were here because of me, and dead. My hands gripped the railing. I looked up in the sky to see Ziryihm flying off. Nephi soared back to us. She hadn’t managed to bring down that deva bitch.
She flared her wings and landed on the deck, snarling with fury.

The Vedr’s Wave came alongside the Treasure Box. My sister, Diane, Shetha, and Oberoy were on deck, the only ones who managed to stay there. Telesi leaned on the railing, staring forlornly at the ship. Her two sister-wives joined her.

It had been their husband’s ship.

“Captain Current,” I called as a watery gangplank was run out for the four on the Treasure Box to transfer to this ship.

“Yes, sir?” the Captain asked, coming up and flashing another salute that made those watery boobs jiggle.

“Can you tow the Treasure Box to Hargone?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “but once we take you to a port, our contract is over and we will return to serving Vedr.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “Just get us to Hargone.” It was where we were heading anyways. Hopefully, Captain Telesi and her crew could repair the ship.

Telesi heard and flashed me such a grateful smile. I nodded back to her. I would gladly see her ship repaired. Gods damn pirates. If I ever saw them again, I’d cut off all their girl-cocks and shove them down their throats.

And Ziryihm… That interfering deva. If she ever stepped foot before me… Anger boiled through me. My men were dead because of that cunt and Antagony. That amazon needed to suffer, too. Threaten my family! Kill my soldiers!

One day, they would pay.

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Lasla – Vedr’s Wave, the Nimborgoth

“Welcome aboard the Vedr’s Wave,” an undine sailor said as she helped me off the gangplank. I was the last one from the treasure box.

Stalker bounded up to me and reared. He planted his paws on my shoulders to lick my face. I let him bathe me, rubbing at his wet fur. The poor panthopus had been dunked into the crew with the rest of us. But we made it.

Most of us.

I spotted my brother. He was staring off into the sea. I could feel him. He needed release. Yes, he did. He needed to take out that aggression. I opened my robes. He had to fuck me with such passion. He had to pound me with all his might to get this anger out of him.

I was more than prepared to give that to him. More than ready to have him just fuck me with all his might. I wanted him to thrust into me and give it to me so hard. I passed Pyrriah kneeling by my step-mother. The dragoness was breathing and… a harpy. What happened to her? I missed so much beneath down in the hold.

“Kurtis,” I said as I let my wet clothes drop.

I was naked beneath. The hottest woman on the ship. With round and perky tits. A plump and curvy rump that was shaped like a heart. Lush thighs that could wrap around a man’s waist. Kissable lips. A tight cunt. The best cock-sucker in the world.

“Kurtis.”

He glanced over at me and saw my naked, wet body. More anger crossed his face. It was directed at himself. “I should have let you stay up on deck. Gods damn, are you okay? The ship rolled. You must have been tossed about down there.

“Yep,” I said, giving him a hard look. “And? If I had been on deck, I would have been swept into the sea and couldn’t have blown the conch. Then we’d all be in big trouble.”

“Still, you wanted to stay up on deck. That was the right thing to do.”

“Nope.” I planted my hands on my hips. “I’m not a fighter. I didn’t belong up there. I have to be kept safe by my big, strong brother even when I am being a stubborn slut. You have to command me, big brother. You have to seize me by the hair, slam me over the railing, and remind me that you’re the king, and I’m the whore.”

“You’re my sister,” he protested. “Not a whore.”

I shook my head. “That just makes me the queen among whores. The empress among the sluts. I’m still yours. Command me!”

His eyes flicked over me as he opened his robes. His cock emerged thrusting out hard before him. It twitched and throbbed with his heartbeat. I loved that. I felt his virile passion sweeping off him. I shuddered beneath him.

That anger boiled in him, and it needed an outlet. It needed to ram into me and fuck me hard. Pound me like he held nothing back. That was what he had to do. He had to just bury into me again and again. This was what I needed.

What I craved, too.

He grabbed my wet hair and swung me around. I gasped as he bent me over the railing of the ship. My round boobs bounced and jiggled as I bent over it. I shuddered there, staring down into the frothy waves as his cock slammed into my cunt.

No foreplay. Just pure fucking.

His hands gripped my hips as he drew back his cock. My twat gripped his dick, massaging him as he slammed back into me. His dick plowed to the hilt in my snatch. He filled me up with that amazing dick. He fucked me hard. Fast.

The pleasure rippled through me as he pounded me. My butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact of his crotch against my skin. I shuddered, my boobs swaying as I stared down at the sea. The blue-dark depths lurked beneath us. It was as hungry to swallow us as my cunt was to devour my brother’s cock.

The incestuous thrill of being pounded by my own flesh and blood swept through me. I groaned, the ecstasy surging through me. I shuddered in delight as he buried into me again and again. It was magnificent to have all that shaft churning me up.

“That’s so good. That’s just what I need.” I squeezed my cunt down on him. “Fuck me! Churn me up! Fuck me so hard! Fuck me like a dirty slut!”

“Yes!” he roared, his nuts slapping into my bush. “You dirty slut! Yes, yes, you deserve to be fucked like this!”

His angry lust boiled through me. I shuddered, savoring that delight as he fucked his cock deep and hard into my cunt. He plowed to the hilt in my sheath as he imagined I was one of those nixie bitches or Antagony.

He had never pounded me like this. My stomach dug into the railing, which only made it hotter as he plowed to the hilt in me. He speared his cock deep and hard into my snatch. I loved every second of it. I reveled in this wonderful passion.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Gods damn, fuck my slutty twat!”

“Such a whorish cunt!” he snarled. “Yes, it is. Take it! Take my big dick!”

“You’re stretching me out!” I quivered, my pussy gripping him. I swelled toward that climax. “I’m going to cum so hard! Just explode like a naughty slut on your big dick!”

“Gods damn right you are!”

He gripped my hips, holding them tight as he pounded my twat. He buried into me over and over again. I shuddered, enjoying every last moment of this delight. It was such a rush to have it all surging through me. I was so ready to just burst.

He pumped away at me so hard. So fast. He plowed to the hilt in me with all that force. I shuddered, my orgasm built and built in me. This was it. This was what I needed. I loved it so much. I was so ready for that ecstasy.

“I can feel that slut-pussy quivering,” he growled. He seized my hair and yanked it back on my head.

I squealed, “Yes, yes, I’m going to cum!”

“Good,” he growled and buried into my cunt.

I gasped and exploded. My cunt spasmed around his dick. The pleasure swept through me as my cunt convulsed around him. I suckled at him as he fucked me so hard. He plowed to the hilt in me, grunting out his passion.

He erupted.

His cum spurted over and over into my writhing pussy. He erupted into me. I loved his jizz pumping into me. It was so hot to have all that pleasure surging into me. He filled me up with that jizz. I loved it.

This was so heavenly. I enjoyed every last second of his cock spurting into me. My head threw back as he slid his hands up and squeezed my tits. He kneaded my breasts as my naughty cunt milked his dick dry.

“Las’s big dick, Lasla,” he groaned, his fingers kneading his tits. “Gods damn.”

“Mmm feeling better?” I cooed, my orgasm rippling through me.

“I do,” he groaned. “I feel so much better. Thank you.”

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Kurtis

I pulled out of my sister’s cunt and turned around. She dropped to her knees as I stared out at the deck. She engulfed my cock and suckled on my wet dick. She worked her mouth up and down my shaft. It was an amazing rush.

She bobbed her head with skill. She worked her mouth up and down my cock, suckling with passion as she cleaned off her own pussy juices. It was such a delight having her nurse on my cock. She knew what she was doing.

Diane started dancing. She had recovered. Princess Naryu masturbated while the other two rakshasas were chatting. Nephi and Beliala stalked about the deck, the demon’s gaze lingering on Oberoy as he sat down on the stern, hugging his knees to his chest.

Stalker was nearby, watching my sister blowing me. The monster probably wanted to mount her and fuck her, but he didn’t make a move. She probably had a good leash on his power. The incubus and succubus were chatting with some of the undines.

So were the male members of the treasure box. Having all these naked women made of water around them probably had them excited. It wouldn’t be long before they would be breeding a few of them.

I had to breed Captain Current myself.

We had survived. I enjoyed my sister’s blowjob as I calmed down. I needed to fuck her hard. It wasn’t Antagony or Ziryihm, but it had helped. It wasn’t just cumming, though that was a delight to enjoy, for sure.

I felt good right now.

I savored that hot mouth sucking on my dick. It was a wonderful delight to have that hot mouth working up and down my dick. I shuddered, the pleasure building and building in my nuts toward that moment of eruption.

Lasla knew it.

Her tongue danced around my cock in a teasing way, sending pleasure shooting down to my balls. She suckled with just the right amount of pressure to have me groaning in delight as she coaxed me toward my orgasm.

“Teasing slut,” I said.

She winked at me.

I chuckled, enjoying what she did to me. It was a wonderful moment to have her working that delicious mouth up and down my cock. She suckled harder on me. Her cheeks hollowed with the force of her suction.

I groaned, my hands gripping the railing. It felt so solid and yet was made of water. It was wild. I just stared around at everything as my sister brought me closer and closer to the moment when I would erupt in her.

She was such a tease.

Such a wonderful sister.

I loved her so much as she danced her tongue around the crown of my dick. My cock twitched in her mouth. I swelled toward that point of release. There was no stopping it now. A big smile spread on my lips.

Lasla was the best cock-sucker in the world.

“Lasla,” I groaned and erupted.

My cum flooded my sister’s mouth. I pumped blast after blast of jizz into her mouth. The pleasure washed over me. It was an exciting rush to have all that spunk firing into her mouth. She gulped it down.

She swallowed every last drop of cum that she could. Just swallowed it all down. I shuddered, savoring that passion. It felt amazing to unload in her mouth. A big smile spread on my lips. I felt so good to erupt.

“Gods damn,” I groaned as she swallowed every last drop of my cum.

I hit that amazing peak as I noticed Mother was coming around. She was blinking and sitting up. Her wings became arms and her feet claws. I shuddered, firing that last drop of cum into my sister’s mouth.

“She’s up,” I breathed and pulled my cock out of my sister’s mouth. I hurried over to my mother being hugged tight by Pyrriah.

We had survived. It hadn’t come cheaply, but we escaped this time.

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