The Midnight Reaver: A Steampunk Harem Comedy

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The Midnight Reaver: A Steampunk Harem Comedy (closed)

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My dear nephew Titus,

Better used though my hands are to the grip of a trusty sabre than this confounded slippery quill pen, I must write to you in haste. I must inform you that I am dying -bleeding out from a treacherous stab by an ill-mannered cur in a dockside duel.

Weep not! Your uncle Melchior has no regrets. For forty years, I've been the terror of the skies, our age's foremost sky pirate, plying the trade routes between the Pylon Cities in my beloved Midnight Reaver. I haven't lived what you'd call a regular life, or a churchgoing one, but it's been good all the same.

Now I know you've always enjoyed a good piratical tale or two from your uncle, and this one I'm about to unfold is of great importance to you personally, so pay attention.

A year ago, I was cruising in the Lateran Air Currents, when I spied a fat zeppelin bearing the banner of the Sultan of Vathek. You'll know him for the richest potentate in the East, and a fine prize I knew I had on my hands. I drew level with her, and fired a warning shot across the bows.

What followed next was a chase through stormclouds like I'd never known before, but at last we cornered her inside of a cumulo nimbus, and out came the sabres as we prepared for action.

The Sultan's eunuchs fought like tigers. They fought til every man jack of my crew was dead, and I myself had received a musket ball to the groin (of which more later). Nevertheless, at the end of watch the day was mine, and you can imagine my hopes as I limped below decks to find out what had they had been guarding so fiercely.

Well, nephew, it wasn't gold or silver or gems. What I found in that hold were half a dozen of the liveliest, loveliest, most coquettish young beauties I've ever clapped eyes on, each one of them a virgin and bound for the Sultan's harem. Being as they were all healthy girls whose heads had been filled with ideas about the pleasures a man can provide, they'd been very bored throughout the voyage with the company of nothing but eunuchs. They brightened very much when they learned that they were now the helpless captives of the notorious Captain Melchior... but alas. My musket ball injury meant that I could not oblige them as I would once have done.

Instead, I set my mind to thinking how this ruinous day could be turned to good account, when a brilliant plan struck me. The Sultan wanted none but the best for his harem, so all of these girls were slender, fit and athletic young creatures, with clever hands and imaginative minds. It struck me that with a little training, they could easily take the place of the crew I'd lost gaining them.

And so it was. Between you and me, nephew, for sentiment does not become a pirate king, I grew to be very fond of all of these charming little minxes as I trained them, even the most impertinent and saucy vixens among them. They learned quickly and adapted to the pirate life with great ease, even though they would not stop agitating for a man to pleasure them, and moping and fretting for lack of one.

I thought Captain Melchior and his crew of daring lovelies would go down in sky pirate history, but alas, it was not to be. Shortly after their graduation, I encountered an old enemy on the zeppelin docks of Cryspire, a Captain Balthasar, and he got the better of our subsequent duel. I bethought me of the six girls, more like daughters than crew to me, I was leaving in a harsh and unpredictable world. I knew they'd need a captain. And I thought of you, nephew.

I never held with your mother's idea of sending you to college to become a student instead of becoming a sky pirate like your uncle and your grandfather before him. I think it did nothing but fill your head with notions. But it is a strong head, all the same, and it's supported between a pair of broad shoulders and on a muscular enough frame, and you're a good lad, and my blood, and so it is I bequeath to you all I have in the world: the Midnight Reaver and her crew. I know you had no desire to be a sky pirate, having some fool notion of being a scholar or some such, but attend to the lesson I learned from my musket ball: life does not always bear our wishes in mind. The Sultan of Vathek is looking for his missing prizes. Captain Balthasar is looking for the Midnight Reaver, to complete his victory over me. Be the man I know you are, nephew, and steer the Reaver and my girls through these perilous currents and you'll have earned an uncle's blessings from up in Pirate Heaven.

Your loving uncle,

Melchior

P.S: I know what it is to be young, and also how persistent and enticing my girls can be, but do not under any circumstances have your way with any of them. Because in the first place, an airship's crew is a delicate piece of clockwork. The smallest thing can jam or disrupt it -and the consequences of a captain spreading his favours willy-nilly around the crew can only lead to jealousy, heartbreak and ill-feeling. And even if you were scrupulous about showing no favorites, just think of how exhausted you'd be, fully satisfying every single one of these passionate young charmers every night -for they'd demand no less. No, far better to enforce chastity all round.

P.P.S: When boarding an enemy ship, consider the benefits of wearing a reinforced steel codpiece.

 

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Captains notes;

Introducing the lovely crew of the Midnight Reaver.

Youngest is Myiah. She works the crows nest, walking from sail to sail with no fear. She insists on keeping her hair bright blue, stealing dyes from every supply post we stop at. You'lll recognize her as the smallest, the bravest and most petite. Quite the little acrobat. Don't be fooled by her size, the bitty girl likes to eat. You can always win her over with food, especially meat.

Tarana is the ships mechanic, and one of the best I've ever had. Now, if the image of her being a mechanic puts you off then you've obviously never seen Tarana. Her hair is a divine red, always pulled back into a bandana, and even with oil and grease on her, she looks like she was bred by angels. She's tough, has to be to lug around the heavy parts. Shes also quiet, but she cares deeply about the other girls. When shes not working on the ship shes working on their weapons with Secoya. Its pretty obvious from her quarters that she has a big soft side. She grows flowers down below deck and in her own room. Nothing would brighten her up to you more than seeds or sprouts.

Secoya is Tarana's sister. Her hair is the same red, cut short and her face is splattered with freckles. She's a gunpowder junkie, and she loves the canons and guns. Shes a weapons expert, and she makes sure the ship is armed and ready for battle, and that the girls know what they're doing. She's third in command, after captain and first mate. In battle, she will shout orders from behind the cannons. I never found anything she had a soft spot for, but one of the high tech towns we stopped in had a gadget store that sold fancy doodads to pleasure yourself with. She was certainly interested in that!

Danda, or Cookie, is the ships cook. She is a free spirited girl, often found wearing flowing silks and... Little else. She has long light blonde hair that she lets flow, almost reaching her bare feet. She is a great cook, even if she filled the ship with incense and a great masseuse, even if it came with reading my palm. Material things mean little to her, but if you got her fabrics to sew in her spare time, she would be estatic.

Maren is in charge of inventory and strategy, along with piloting the ship. She lives in the ships library, literally. She gave up her quarters and set a hammock in there, constantly either reading or keeping records. She has silky, raven blaack hair that she pulls up into a pony tail, and glasses. Shes the smartest crewmate we have, so ask her anything. She'll either know, or wont rest until she finds out. Don't tell her I told you, but she has an obsession with romance novels. Especially the- uh- smuttier kind. Slip her one and she may act offended and uninterested, but its a sure way to win her over.

Last but not least is your first mate, Samandra. She doesn't seem to know it, but the girls look up to her like a mother. She's kind and patient and generous and selfless. I could have never have asked for
Someone more loyal to me. And I'm sure she will be just as loyal to you. She doubts herself in looks, but shes every bit as lovely as the others. Her brown hair is often kept in a braid and her eyes are as green as the shallow sea. Treat her gently, because shes not as strong as she seems. Oh, and she adores sweets. Be careful. The girls mean the most to her, and if she catches you with them well, not only would you lose her respect, she might ring you up by your manhood!


Sam stood by the captains door. None of them had really met him yet, and the girls were stirring, anxious to see their new captain. Sam groaned each time one tried to sneak by. Secoya caused and explosion to try to draw her away, Myiah, the little acrobat, almost made it passed by sneaking, flushed against the wall after scaling the side of the ship so Sam wouldnt see her coming. Cookie tried to use flat out bribery, bringing Sam a cupcake. Finally when Maren came up, maps and compass in tow, mumbling about discussing the trajectory with the captain, Sam put her foot down. Literally.

"Guys come on. Give our new captain some space. I'm sure he will get to know each of us, and we'll all be introduced before long. Just relax. Please?"

The girls grumbled apologies and headed off to keep busy, and Sam sat down against the door. She didn't want to be bossy, but they were going to overwhelm the captain. However, as she leaned against the door, she heard a creak. She had pushed it open! Now, suddenly, she was tumbling into the captains quarters unannounced.

 

[Maka]

Titus was trying to gather his thoughts. The last few days seemed like a blur of movement and excitement. It had all begun when he'd received his eccentric uncle's letter and its startling contents. Titus had always been fond of Uncle Melchior, and had even sometimes felt a secret envy over the freedom and glamour of his pirate lifestyle, but he'd never imagined anything like that letter and the accompanying notes coming his way.

But the day had passed without anything further, and Titus had (with a mixture of wistfulness and relief) bidden goodbye to the strange idea of becoming a sky pirate captain with his own loyal crew of fearless and beautiful young women. He had returned to his history books, and retired to his bedroom that night in the turret of Mosshollow University's north-east turret.

But he'd been woken from his dreams by an urgent shaking and his eyes had opened to the sight of a girl's lovely face above his bedside.

"Come on, come on, we haven't much time!"

Still not sure whether this was waking life or dreaming, Titus had followed his slim guide to his balcony, where a cage dangled from the sleek black airship overhead. She had stepped agilely into it, and looked back at him expectantly. The cold night air bit at Titus, suddenly making him certain that this was not a dream, and the choice before him was important.

Perhaps it was the look in the girl's sea-green eyes -a kind of trust and vulnerability that pierced his heart. Perhaps it was the thrill of adventure in starlight that lured him on. Perhaps it was how much he'd always loved his uncle, that old pirate, and how he'd have hated to see him disappointed.

The long and short of it was that Titus had stepped into the landing cage.


And now he woke in what he remembered, from one or two visits as a child, as the captain's cabin of the Midnight Reaver. It was an imposing space, made even more so by mementos from his uncle's adventures around the globe -a crossed pair of scimitars from a daring raid on Vathek, a fertility idol with a massively enlarged phallus from the Crimson Jungle, a travel chest inlaid with silver and mother of pearl looted from some lady's boudoir among the Pylon Cities. For a moment, Titus lay in the huge four-poster bed and recalled the previous day's momentuous events.

It was time to meet his crew.

He rose from the bed and studied his form in the full-length mirror. For all that he'd tried to fit in with the other Mosshollow students, it was all too clear that piratical blood ran in his veins. He was a tall, broad-shouldered young man, with unruly dark curls falling down to his shoulders and brown eyes that still sparkled as though brimming over with bold and lusty thoughts no matter how much he tried to consider only safe, dull history texts. His chiselled physique told a similar story -he was always going to be stronger and faster than the average man, even if he only ever used those muscles and sinews to lug heavy loads of books about. The massive cock that dangled between his legs completed the impression of a man who could be dangerous in all kinds of ways, not least to susceptible young ladies.

The girls evidently hadn't brought any of his clothes aboard but luckily his uncle had been much the same size, and so Titus opened a drawer and contemplated the range of dashing piratical wear on offer. He had pulled on small clothes, the huge bulge of his cock concealed but not erased under the longjohns and was contemplating a slashed white shirt when the door opened and a girl tumbled inside.

It took a moment's glance to recognise her as his guide aboard of the night before, and no time at all to realise that she must be the Samandra mentioned in his uncle's notes. She was every bit as beautiful as Melchior had indicated, and it was also equally patent that she was indeed unaware of it. Her smooth brown hair was caught up in a braid and thrown back over her slim shoulders, the features of her face delicately pretty. There was something beyond special about her wonderfully clear, thoughtful, and shimmering green eyes. They made a man want to do anything, swear to anything, just to see them glow with a smile.

Titus realised he was staring, and then realised his state of undress.

"Ohh, I'm sorry!" he said, forgetting in the heat of the moment just who the intruder was. "I didn't... uhh... "

 

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"Oh! Captain! I'm sorry. I didn't mean. I uh.... Stumbled." she blush3d and looked at the floor as she bowed respectfully. "I'm uh... Samandra." she looked up, catching a glimpse of what his trousers clung too. "Oh my-" she was mortified she said that out loud. She cleared her throat. "I'm you first mate. Second in command. In charge of the girls and-" she needed to gain control. She needed to be firm with him. She needed to set something straight.

She stood up and looked at him. "I respected your uncle. Loved him even, like a father. He built this family. He built a team. So if you plan on doing anything to hurt any of my girls... If you don't plan on taking this seriously... Tell me. I want you to trust me, like a partner. But I want to know your intentions are pure. I need to be able to trust you back."

She sighed. "Any questions? I figure we only have a few more minutes before the others notice I'm no longer guarding the door and decide to pounce."

 

[Maka]

Sam looked even cuter when she blushed, red flushes pulsing in her flawless cheeks and spreading across her exquisite features. As entranced as Titus was, he guiltily realised the cause and resumed buttoning his shirt back on. He listened without interruption while Samandra, firming her chin and throwing back her shoulders, told him what was what.

"I can't claim to be the pirate captain my uncle was," he told her, his voice serious and sincere. "In fact, I'm not really a pirate captain at all. I'm going to need a lot of advice from you at the start. My uncle said you were to be absolutely relied on. I'm glad I have you. But I do understand one thing, which is that all of you are in danger and need a captain you can depend on. I won't let you down."

He looked her in the eye. He had to swallow to control the flood of obscene images: Sam in the nude, her eyes shining and her hair untied and spread across her bare shoulders, eager and ready to be made his woman.

"Ahem. And I know that means not... taking advantage of any of you."

 

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She softened. He reminded her of his uncle, the man she loved. He was willing to help, to work with her. That was good. She gave him a half smile. "We're glad to have you as well. We didn't know what to do when we lost him. All we knew was that-" she looked down. "That we wouldn't go back to the sultan. No matter the cost. We all had the taste of freedom, living wild out here in the sky. We wouldn't be anyone's slaves. We need you."

Her eyes met his again, and she saw something flash there. Something in the way he looked at her- as if he was seeing something else. She faltered a minute, a flash of surprise on her face, but then she collected herself.

"I know your intentions are pure, but its not going to be easy. Whats best for the girls is not exactly... What they want. Some of them might make it hard to keep your vow of not taking them. Some of them will try youn tease you. But you have to stay firm." she stepped a bit closer to him. "Your uncle beliveved that sleeping with any of us would thrownoff the balance of the ship. And we have to stay focused right now."

She looked up at him, looking a bit worried for the first time. "The word is that the Sultan has learned the fate of his harem. He knows our switch to piracy and he knows we're on an airship. We've heard reports of him boarding any sky ships he comes across, and that he has several ships looking for us. Maren has some ideas to discuss with you. You'll find her in the library."

She paused a moment to look at him, before heading towards the door. "Be especiialy careful of Myiah. I predict she will be giving you the most trouble."

 

[Maka]

Sam was warning him of the temptations the other girls would throw his way, but she was completely unaware that in her own quiet and fawnlike way, she was every bit as enticing to her captain. There was something innocent and yet curious in her large, soft green eyes, something that suggested a girl who might find herself open to... all kinds of things once those slumbering desires had been aroused.

Titus reminded himself of his sacred trust, and smiled at her.

"The Sultan will never catch any of you," he told her. "I promise."

Despite all his best resolve, he couldn't help watching her cute little ass sway as she marched away.


Having consulted his uncle's notes, Titus came to the library prepared. Captain Melchior had not been much of a reader, but by diligent searching, Tituas had discovered a false bottom to his uncle's battered sea-chest, and inside it, a stack of books discreetly bound in brown leather. He'd chosen one at random, entitled The Robber's Bride.

The plot, as far as Titus could make out from a brief skim, concerned a dashing highwayman and the swooning, pure-hearted young damsel he captures who ultimately redeems him, although not until after many pages of lovingly detailed smut. It would do nicely, Titus decided.

And so it was with The Robber's Bride tucked under his arm that he knocked at the door of the Midnight Reaver's library, built between decks.

 

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A pair of eyes watched Titus intently, as he moved from his quarters to the library. The eyes narrowed, a few strands of bright blue hair just visible (if you were looking closely) between the rails that bordered the sides of the ship. Two small hands kept her supported as she clung to the side, hanging, hidden, clear off the side of the ship.

Myiah mumbled jealously to herself, cursing Sam and now cursing Maren.

Two more pairs of eyes looked upon the new captain. Two girls stood by the canons, moving from gun to gun, making repairs and checking ammunition. Both had a shock of red hair and identical faces, but one had shorter hair and freckles. The one with the short hair waved and smiled, while the one with the longer hair and grease smudged face just glared indifferently.

The little imp that hung off the sides groaned again, before scampering off.

"Come in!" came a shout from inside the library.

The "library" as it was called, was actually the flight deck. It was just below the crews kitchen and lounge and above the crews quarters, and was easily the most beautiful room on deck. The outside wall was one huge section of window right in front of the ships wheel. From the room, you could see in front for miles.

The sides were lined with books filled shelves, and leather arm chairs and lounges filled the room. In the middle sat a table spread with maps. Spread over the maps was a bookish beauty with lomg silky black hair. She was chewing on a pair of glasses, brown tinted goggles sitting atop her head. She looked up and jumped in surprise, boticing for the first time who she had the presence of.

"Captain!" she gasped, a half laugh. "Sorry. I didn't know it was you." she straightened her dress, a crisp white thing with a black and grey striped corset over it. She gestured to the maps. "Sam told us you were a scholar. Tell me what you know of these skies and the lands beneath them. I'm familair with much of the map behind us, but we're headed towards places we've never been. I'm not sure the best route to take, or the friendliest skies, or the safest stops. We don't have much of a plan."

 

[Maka]

Titus almost groaned at the sight of Maren. She looked simply delicious with her pale, flawless skin and silky-smooth raven black tresses. The tight striped corset she wore hugged her snug waist and enhanced the size of her shapely breasts, presently on conspicuous display as she leant over the map table. She jumped to attention as she saw him, her eyes bright and shy.

"Of course," Titus told her. He moved alongside her by the map table, inadvertantly noticing as he did a mouthwateringly perky little ass under the rear frills of her white dress.

"Let's see... we're over the Azores, aren't we?" he said confidently, back in his element. "Our next stop should be Silver Mountain, here."

His finger stabbed the place on the map. He was very aware of the warmth of her body next to his.

"It's a mining town, built on top of a peak tens of thousands of feet high. The mountain is practically all silver underneath, but it's too high for anyone to climb from the base, so Silver Mountain has to be resupplied by air. There's no farms, no way of supplying themselves with anything except water from snowmelt... so airships are always welcome to dock, even pirates. We can resupply there, and try and learn more about the Sultan's plans while we're there."

He looked at Maren sidelong, trying not to think of how temptingly easy it would be to simply hoist her on to the table and pleasure her amidst her maps and books.

"There's something else."

He proffered The Robber's Bride.

"I've no idea if it's worth anything to you," he said tactfully, "But I found it in my uncle's cabin and I thought books belonged in the library. There are more there if you'd like them."

 

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"That's a great idea. Silver mountain it is." Maren walked over to the complex looking wheel and made a few adjustments. She felt his eyes on her and shuddered a bit, pushing her rear out to appear more prominent against her dress. She wonder if he could tell that she wasn't wearing underwear. It was white afterall. She grinned, biting her lip as she made sure to take awhile as she tinkered. Letting him get a good, long, veiw. She cooled her face and then turned and headed back.

She offered him an innocent smile. "We're en route to Silver mountain. I hope they have a book store, or at least somewhere that sells maps. Were getting a bit out of our charted territory."

She noticed he had a book under his arm as he pulled it out to hand it to her. "The robber's bride by-" she began to read the title but flushed a bright red. She new the author, and more importantly, the genre.

"Oh- uh-" she fanned her face as she took it. "There's- more?" she choked out, wondering if he knew what the book was about. She stood for a moment, growing awkward, before ushering him towards the door. "I'm going to inventory what we have available to trade with silver mountain, so much work to do and you have other girls to meet. Better go!"

Once the door was closed and she was alone, she settled into one of the cushioned chairs and dove into her new novel with earnest.

 

[Maka]

The crisp white material of Maren's dress tightened around the delicate swell of the librarian's sweet derriere as she bent over, giving Titus a glorious view. His eyes nearly popped from his head at the sudden realisation that there was nothing between that sheer white fabric and the firm, soft flesh of Maren's buttocks. Despite her tastes in literature, he'd allowed himself to be misled by Maren's thoughtful, intellectual air that she was demure as she appeared. But he'd already had a glimpse of the naughtiness that lay beneath the exterior.

She took her time with the controls on the wheel, giving him plenty of time to ogle the stunning sight. If he didn't know better, he'd even imagine that she was holding the pose for his benefit, occasionally shifting so as to give him different angles on his rear view of her taut young body, all framed against the spectacular backdrop of the Midnight Reaver's prow and the views all around it. But when she turned around, the stunning smile she flashed him was of such seemingly pure innocence, that Titus felt guilty for having such obscene thoughts about this shy, bookish girl.

She seemed as flustered and taken aback by his gift as if he had whipped his cock out there and then. Titus couldn't tell, beneath the sunset blush, whether she was pleased or offended but she certainly hurried him out.


His next call was to Tarana's quarters, for a brief discussion of the state of the Reaver's engines and any outstanding needs for parts that she might have.

 

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Tarana and Secoya had finished the canon check, and Secoya bounded off back to her workshop, and Tarana headed down below deck.

The engine room was the biggest room on the ship, filling up a large portion of the hull. Tarana knew every inch of it, every part and how it all fit together. The engine supplied the power to the fans and propellers and electricity on board. So Tara had a big job to do to make sure everything ran. She was a tinkerer and a handyman, so she also worked on the bathrooms and helped Maren from time to time with the calibrations.

Even dabbed with a bit of grease she was cute, her red hair pulled back into a messy bun. She wore brown overall shorts, the suspender parts hanging around her waist and down to her knees, and a black t shirt underneath. She wore brown boots and welding goggles and a tool belt.

She was croutched in front of the engine, which was steaming and making a lot of noise. She didnt move when Titus came in, didn't jump or turn. But before he could say anything she started talking.

"Do you know how an engine works, captain?" she said, her voice full of contempt. She didnt turn around. Her wrench dug around angrily, a rag following as she cleaned some gears. "Its a very gentle, complicated thing. The parts work together, rely on each other. Everything must be in perfect harmony. Or else it falls into chaos, and before you know it, we're falling from the sky like a sack of potatoes."

She turned and faced the captain, dropping her rag and wrench to the floor, her face in a snarl. She walked up to him angrily. "So, if say, one of the gears was replaced, a gear that worked perfectly and stayed in its place, with another gear. A newer gear. And that new gear-" she bore down on him, her hand tracing up his leg. "Got some dumb ideas about getting out of his spot to poke-" she poked his crotch, narrowly missing jabbing his sensitive spots and hitting right where his belt would sit. "The OTHER gears. Well, we would be in trouble, wouldn't we?" She looked him in the eye, the tallest of the girls but still not as tall as Titus.

She just looked at him, awaiting a response. "We're a family here. We all have jobs. Its balance. If you tip the scale, you could be the death of us.

 

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Despite or perhaps because of the hostility written on her delicately pretty face, Tarana was a vision. Likewise, the oil stains on her skin only served to emphasise its purity and smoothness. She glared at him as if reading his mind.

"I understand, Tarana. I'm just here to help you girls, not to... well, not for any other reasons."

The engine was throbbing, panting and sobbing, giving off great gouts of steam at regular intervals, but it was clear even to Titus' inexperienced eye that Tarana had the whole thing running with extraordinary smoothness and efficency. The girl must be a genius with her hands... and have a sixth sense for what needed attention and what could be left alone. It was little wonder that the change in the Reaver's line-up had her so irritated and frustrated. Tarana obviously liked a world where she knew how everything functioned. That was clear in the smallest details, like the brightly polished, burnished brass of the pipes. She must spend hours cleaning them.

"You keep a ship-shape engine room," Titus commented, looking around. "I've just been consulting with Maren. We're planning a landfall in Silver Mountain tomorrow. Are there any parts we need?"

 

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His words softened Tara a bit. Just a tad. She was still unsure about this, about whether or not he could control himself around so many young fertile girls who were just asking for it. Her hands were still om her hips. He did seem to know hisbway around and engine, enough to know she was working miracles with an ancient model.

But she liked the antique. The parts were simpler, no computers. Just parts that worked together.

She relaxed a bit. "Our biggest need is water. Were getting into the summer months and I have to keep the pipes cool. If we can't fill up our extra tanks we're going to have to cut showers. And I don't think that would fare well with the girls."

She crossed her arms in thought. "Although if we have the things to trade there is a few things that could use replacing. I'll get a list to Sam."

She turned back to her work, but before he left she called out. "I'm trusting you. Don't make me regret it."

 

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Titus nodded.

"One thing they have plenty of in Silver Mountain is water. They melt the snow. We'll pick up as much as we can carry while we're there."

Tara's face had softened a little, making her look even more angelically lovely. It made Titus recall the softer side to her his uncle had spoken of.

"And... Tarana?" he added. "My uncle said you were a keen, gifted gardener when you can find the time. I've heard that there are alpine roses growing in Silver Mountain -the only flower that will grow that high above the snowline. I'll try and find you some while we're docked."

He smiled quietly at her last words.

"I won't let you down."

Tarana's sister Secoya was his next port of call.

 

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Secoya was in her workshop. She was another who often slept where they worked. The girls had a big lavish room that they shared, but Secoya had a hammock in her tiny workshop. Thats where she sat when Titus came in. She was seated, crosslegged, diving into something with a screwdriver.

The room was farther back in the hull, passed the engine room and behind the boiler room. It was mostly comprised of a huge work table, cover with tools. The whole room was filled with parts and peices and tinkerings, and was barely enough space for one.

Secoya smiled wide when he came in. "Captain!" she shouted, excitedly. "I was hoping you would come by. I'm Secoyam its nice to meet you! I have something for you. A present!" she hopped up and held her hands out proudly. In her hands was two goegous pistols, the handles inlaid with pearl and the whole guns adorned with a copper filigree. They came in a halter that would wrap around his back to keep the guns hidden under his arms.

"Thats not all!" she announced, turning around to her tool table. "Tada!" she handed him a rapier, a beauiful thing that matched the guns. The handle was pearl, the grip was copper filigree and the long thin blade was a darker copper. It hade a sheath too.

"If you're gonna be a pirate you gotta be armed, prepared to defend yourself. I'm sure Sam could give you some pointers if you don't know how to use em." she winked, then moved to lean back against the table, facing him.

 

[Maka]

Titus had always had a thing for tomboys and Secoya was a mouthwatering sight -a whirling, redheaded dervish barely able to contain her excitement at all times. It wasn't hard to believe his uncle's suggestion about her fondness for a certain kind of device. She was the kind of impulsive, excitable girl who'd need constant stimulation the way lesser beings needed oxygen.

"Thank you so much," he said, examining the weapons. "They're beautiful."

They were indeed -exquisitely-made and lovingly decorated weapons. Titus withdrew the pistols and flipped them over his hands quickly, then slid them smoothly back into their holsters. He held the halter at his waist.

"Would you mind doing it up for me, Secoya?"

 

[Artemidorus]

"Mmm- of course." she said, taking the halter. She wrapped the harness around him and strapped him in. Then she secured his rapier around his waist, but her hands werent leaving his body. Instead they began to trail down his thigh.

"You know. I'm really good with my hands, Mr. Titus. I can do more than weapons." she pulled out a long silver phallic shaped decive from her apron pocket and turned it on, showing him. "I make these. Sell them. The girls even have some small ones. But..." she dropped to her knees in front of him.

"I can't imagine it compares to the real thing." her fingers lightly grazed over his crotch, rubbing gently. She looked up at him from her knees. "Would you care to... Enlighten me?"

 

[Maka]

For all the size of the buzzing silver phallus in Secoya's hands, it didn't even begin to compare with the massive bulge in Titus' trousers that Secoya's fingers were coaxing into life. Titus had to grit his teeth at the glorious temptation, at the sight of Secoya looking up at him from her knees, that irresistible mock-demure look in her eyes. All he'd have to do was...

No. He'd given his word, both to Sam and to Tara.

"That won't be necessary," he said hastily. "If your present... toy isn't sufficient, I'll make sure we can find you a new one, or the materials for one, at Silver Mountain. I should really go now!"


With the visits, and other business that had need his attention around ship, the sun was fast sinking in the sky. He didn't have much time left -they'd need an early start tomorrow for Silver Mountain. Just one more visit.

From everything he'd heard, Myiah sounded like quite a handful -and not something Titus felt ready to deal with after Secoya's temptations. Danda sounded like more relaxing company, so for his last introduction of the day, Titus went in search of the ship's cook.

 

[Artemidorus]

Secoya laughed as he ran off. Sure, she was hot and bothered from feeling that long, hot member in her hands. She wanted to know how it felt... But it was much such fun to watch him fight against what he wanted, and she knew he wanted her.

Secoya had known, either outcome would have been okay. Getting that sweet release would have been great, but she also liked knowing he had their best interests above his own enflamed libido.

Playing cat and mouse with him could prove more interesting than her inventions.

Danda was in the kitchen, which was a strange room. Sure, it had a stive and an ice box and pantries, but it was also filled with the strong smell of incense and spices and the walls were painted, every inch of them, with murals and scenes. The windows were all stain glass and they matched the walls. Tapestries and silks hung from the raftors, breaking up the room and making it seem even more full, but also organized and relaxing.

As soon as the door opened a voice sang out "Come in Captain. I've been expecting you." Danda sat at a table, ignoring a hollering pot of tea to look over the beautiful deck of cards she was poured over. "The cards say you're a bit flustered. Is that correct, captain? Did you have an incident with on of the girls? Its the card of forbidden love. If Ibhad to guess I would say it was Myiah or Secoya. Theyre rhe only ones who are more driven by their loins than their respect for our fearless leader." her voice was soft a melodic, and her creamy skin was covered by one long satin scarf and that was it. Her hair was so long ot spread around on the floor around her, a more silver than an blonde.

 

[Maka]

Titus felt a much-needed sense of peace and relief as he crossed into the wondrously pleasant, inviting atmosphere of the kitchen. It simmered with an enticing scent that somehow seemed to match the gorgeous, delicate colours on display across the walls.

That feeling lasted until he saw Danda. Her body was concealed by nothing more than a long white scarf and her own silken white-blonde tresses. The peculiar thing was that even though the cook's unorthodox costume did an acceptable job of covering her fair skin, that only made it all the more tempting. Just the thought that a single shrug of her shoulders or tug on her scarf could render her nude made her every movement charged with exquisite eroticism.

Nevertheless, Titus had to smile at her comment.

"Quite right, though I think a knowledge of your shipmates served you just as well as the cards," he said, sitting down in front of her and trying to regain his poise. "It was Secoya. I'm pleased to meet you, Danda. As you might have heard, we're planning to dock at Silver Mountain tomorrow. Are there any supplies the kitchen needs?"

 

[Artemidorus]

Danda looked absently up at the ceiling. "There is no such thing as a material need." she stood up and spun around, arms spread wide. The pink of her nipples shined in the light, the very faintest of light reflected off of the blonde hair of her sex.

"All we NEED is the breath of the universe and the song in our souls." she looked down at him. "We are free children. Gifts of the sky." she smiled wide.

"But there's a few things that would make the girls happy. Chocolate and flour, potatoes and butter. Fresh eggs and vegtables. If you want meat on this ship youll have to cook it yourself. Can I interest you in a back rub?" she winked

 

[Maka]

There was something about the unihibited, earthy eroticism of Danda's impromptu spin that almost brought tears to Titus' eyes. She was obviously indifferent to the wonderful view of her nude body that it gave -indifferent, or positively pleased by the thought. Titus found his eyes moving up and down the valley of her generous breasts, imagined resting his head there...

No! The free-spirited cook was just as much of a danger in her way as Secoya. And as good as her offer sounded, for all sorts of reasons, Titus was wary of temptation.

"I... uh... I probably shouldn't. Perhapsanothertimeokaybye!"


It was definitely bedtime now, the sky having plunged into darkness. Making his way back to his cabin, Titus found himself entangled with something blocking his way in the passage.

"Hey, what the... ?"

He groped, trying to remove the obstruction, and found his hand coming into contact with something pleasantly warm and firm yet yielding. He instinctively squeezed, then registered immediate alarm when he realised that he'd seized hold of Samandra's breast.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize! You... I... "

His first mate had slung her hammock in front of the door to his cabin, evidently as a precaution against mutinous crewmembers slipping in during the night.

 

[Artemidorus]

Sam was fast asleep. After picking up Titus last night she stood watch by his door all night. She didnt sleep much that night, sitting on the hard deck, so tonight she was smart enough to get a hammock and set it up sideways in front of the door. If it opened even an inch she would know.

But what was supposed to be a quick nap turned into her falling fast alseep. Only to be awoken by a collision from somethimg warm. She felt a fiem grasp around her breast and sat up, going from groggily roused to fully awake.

"Captain!" Sam jumped up, spilling from her hammock and falling more onto Titus. She pushed hisbhand away. "It's fine uh-" she crossed her arms. "Its my bad. I set up here to keep guard for the night but I drifted off. Here-" she unhooked the hammock and opened the door so he could go in.

"Maren said we'd be stopping off at Silver Mountain. Thats a good idea. I checked out coordinates and we should reach there by sunrise tomorrow. I'll wake you early so get some sleep." she gave him a smile. "Goodnight captain."

 

[Maka]

"Good night, Sam," Titus said, trying to forget how good her breast had felt under his hand, the scent and warmth of her body as she had tumbled into his. The thought of the five other incredibly eager girls around the ship was temptation enough, but his awareness of Sam was sleeping right outside his cabin door felt like an irresistible piece of knowledge.


He quickly stripped off and got into the big four-poster bed. After the crowded events of the day, he was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow - but his sleep was far from peaceful.

In his dreams, he saw Maren bending over her book-laden desk in the library, looking back at him with a glint of mischief behind the demure glasses she wore. She lifted her white skirts to reveal the rounded alabaster swell of her buttocks -and the tempting pink prize of her virginal little pussy winking below.

Titus advanced, his cock engorged, but then Tarana blocked his way, stark naked and with her red hair down and falling about bare, slender shoulders. She shook her head, indignation clearly visible on her delicate features, but then her eyes strayed to Titus' cock. Anger melted into amazement and, as if driven by desire beyond her control, she slowly reached out both hands for the prize.

But before she could reach it, she'd turned into her sister and now Secoya knelt before him, a fiendish grin on her face before her rosebud mouth opened wide.

Titus let out a groan of frustration, needing the feel of her warm wet mouth around him... but then Secoya was gone and Danda danced before him, ivory skin glowing in the moonlight, breasts jiggling and swaying, her eyes fixed on him.

"All we need," she whispered, "Is the breath of the universe and the song in our souls... "

Titus reached for her but suddenly she was Sam, his Sam, his loyal and brilliant and beautiful first mate, and she didn't vanish from his arms. She was a warm, real body, squirming delightfully against him and giggling excitedly.

"Sam... " he whispered aloud in his sleep.