The Midnight Reaver: A Steampunk Harem Comedy

[Artemidorus]

"Ah-" Myiah cried out in a candid moan. Titus settled between her legs and kissed her again. She ground against him, rubbing her vibrating metal against his member. He liked her body and that made her vibrated from her own erotic electricity.

Her back arched up as he began to fondle her breasts. She was so enthused with getting what she needed as soon as she could that she didn't even try to get to Titus. She just took his hands, his mouth, took the pleasure he was giving her and went with it, and just that little extra, the fact that it was him doing all this to her, pushed her all the way.

"Titus! Titus! Tituuusss-" she moaned, writhong and rolling as it hit her. "Yes- ah-" she panted, letting it wash through her, letting it paint her cheeks pink with sweat.

As she came down he breathing slowed back to normal. She smiled, beaming at Titus. "Thank you." she told him sheepishly, before she pulled him into a big tight hug.

 

[Maka]

Titus played Myiah's slender, ripe young body like a musical instrument, his hands and his mouth in perfect sync with the buzzing device between her legs. Soon, she was rolling and writhing in the throes of an epic orgasm, throwing her head back and crying out his name in ecstasy.

Afterwards, as she calmed down, she smiled shyly up at him, her eyes sparkling like stars. She was glowing, practically purring with satisfaction, a very happy girl. The buzzing from the silver device had stopped, although Titus was sure it would start up again after a time. It was undoubtedly a safety measure used against the possibility of the Sultan's concubines running away -forcing them to come to the owner of its key or face ever-mounting, ever-more unbearable teasing. But now Myiah had a way to cope with it.

"Thank you," she whispered and pulled him down into a close embrace. The feel of Myiah's supple naked body against him was doing nothing to contain Titus' blazing arousal, stoked by the sights and sounds of Myiah's desperate writhing on the bed and subsequent explosive orgasm, but he just hugged her back.

"I'd never let any of my girls suffer," he told her, still holding her protectively in his arms. "We'll find a way to get that thing off you, Myiah, next town we're in... but until then, you can always come to me every time it becomes too much."

 

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Myiah smiled at him again as she pulled on her pants and shirt. "Thabks Titus." she gave him another warm hug. "You're the best captaon ever!"

She let him go, grinning as she exited the cabin. "I'll see you later captain. Thank you again." she said shyly, with a blush.

The door closed behind her, but before Titus could even really catch his breath, it opened again, pushed slowly as someone wandered in very smugly, her arms crossed.

"So." Secoya said. "First you bed your first mate, then our little runaway. Seems like someone is less concerned about keeping the peace than they claim."

 

[Maka]

Titus had already learned enough to know that Secoya looking pleased with herself was usually a sign of trouble... and right now, she looked like the proverbial cat that got the cream, a sly smile on her pouting lips. That impression was confirmed by her opening line.

"How did you... ?" he began, before he could stop himself. He closed his mouth, aware that he'd just inadvertantly confirmed her suspicions. He tried not to look at the bed, aware that it was still very obvious rumpled from Myiah's recent exertions.

 

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Secoya tightened one of her fists, a small device hidden in her crossed arms. All of a sudden a tinny noise played. "Ah- Titus- I want you to make me a woman!" called Sam's voice. Then, in a scramble of words, she fast forwarded. Suddenly it was Myiah's voice.

"I need to cum Titus- please- please!" the squeals of need filled the room. Then Titus's voice.

"I love your body Myiah. I'm going to worship it."

She just stood there, grinning. She let it sink in a moment, the power she had over him. Then she slid forward, like a panther on prowl. "Looks like you're pretty worked up from your last visitor. How about I help you with that? Or maybe Sam would like to hear about your new religion." she played it again.

"I love your body Myiah. I'm going to worship it."

"What a fun sounding church. You know I'm not much for the occult, but I think that's a service I could get into. Whatddaya say?" She got on her knees in front of him, pulling at his pants. "Teach me to pray?"

 

[Maka]

Secoya had bugged the room. Titus let the implications sink in. She'd been more clever and patient than the eager, needy and affectionate little Myiah, who'd just snuck into his bed the first chance she'd got in. Secoya had just bided her time and slipped a listening device somewhere about the cabin, counting on one of the girls getting to him eventually. She must have been delighted with herself when she caught not one but two of her gorgeous crewmates being blissfully pleasured by him.

First Sam's crooning, lustful moans, and then Myiah's rapturous high-pitched cries, flooded from the device in Secoya's hands while she stood smirking at him. The sounds were doing nothing for the gigantic erection still stiff and massive in his pants, very evident to Secoya's curious eye.

She had him. He wasn't worried that she'd go to Sam -Titus had pleasured Myiah for good reasons, after all, but what would follow. If he refused Secoya now, she'd play her recording of Sam for the whole crew. Everyone would hear their beloved big-sister of a first mate moaning and screaming in the throes of passion, calling out their captain's name. Perhaps she might never regain their respect and authority. Titus knew that both the Reaver and Sam herself needed that.

The freckled redhead was once again on her knees, undoing the clasp of his belt, but this time Titus did not stop her. His huge, hard cock sprang free, the head glistening with pre-cum after his session with Myiah.

He drew his hand around one slim wrist, not gripping tightly enough to hurt Secoya, but still with an iron strength, and drew her up against him to whisper in her ear, his erect cock sandwiched between them, rubbing against her flat stomach. His voice was again that of the captain's command.

"I did worship Myiah's body. But I think you want to be fucked. So bend over the bed and drop your pants for me."

If he was to ever regain the upper hand with Secoya and ensure the safety of Sam's authority, he needed something on her -like a recording of her being fucked and very audibly loving it. He needed to make her yowl and scream so wantonly that even brazen Secoya wouldn't want the rest of the crew to hear.

 

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Secoya narrowd her eyes, her focus leaving the crotch in front of her to the demanding captain that it belonged to as he hoisted her. His cpmmanding voice in her ear made her quiver, but not in fear. She wasn't scared of him. He face just twisted in a smirk of amusement.

"You're right captain, but I'm calling the shots." she knew what she wanted, and yeah, fucking was up there on the list. But fucking was something she could do on her own, with toys or fingers. Right now, there was something she wanted much more. Touching, tasting, making someone ELSE squirm. That was what she wanted.

She snatched her arm from his grasp, and lowered to her knees again. "So, its my way-" she played a chorus of loud wanton moans from her recording devices. "Or this blasted over the ships speakers."

She let it sink in as she ran her hands tentatively over his swollen length. He looked angry. "Oh come on, I'm not so bad. Listen, teach me how to... To suck it. And we'll finish off however you want to. Any position. I'll do anything you want."

 

[Maka]

Secoya clearly knew her man. The thought of the embarassment and mortification that the recording would bring on Sam was enough for her to regain control of the situation. Titus let her wriggle out of his grasp and return to her knees in front of him, her eyes wide and curious at the sight in front of her.

Titus shuddered in pleasure at the merest brush of Secoya's delicate fingertips against his shaft. "Oh God... " he whispered

"Open your mouth," he told her, accepting defeat. The truth was that the sight of the eager redhead on her knees before him, mouth watering at the cock before her, was making him all too ready to give in. "Wrap your hands around it, and just start taking it in... "

 

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"Yes sir." Secoya mewed. She wrapped is girth in her hands andsupported his head with the soft pads of her thumbs. She opened her mouth, flattening her tongue and letting his tip lay against it.

She wrapped her mouth around it and gave a tender lick, pulling her lips down over his head with the motion. "Like this?" Then, covering her teeth with he lips she took more in again, then a bit more, looking up at him through her lashes.

 

[Maka]

Titus had to admit, there were few sights sexier than the image of Secoya looking coyly up at him through her lashes as she brought the swollen head of his cock into the wet warmth of her mouth, the exquisite texture of her tongue sending thrills of pleasure racing up and down his spine.

He'd been worshipping Myiah's body... now Secoya seemed bound and determined to worship his cock.

"Yes... yes... " he urged, his hips starting to buck as Secoya licked and lapped and sucked enthusiastically. "Oh God... suck it. Take more. Take more, you... sexy... fucking... unh... "

 

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Oh this. This was even better than she thought. This was exquisite. She sucked down more with a wanton grin. No lo ger manipulative, no longer greedy. All she wanted was more of those sounds. Those wonderful needy sounds. She moaned with the power of making him shudder. She took him deeper, till he touched the back of her throatm she felt the need to gag but stifled it, wiggling her tongue against the bottom of his cock instead.

She rubbed with her hands, the moved them to his balls to rub there. She was excited now.

 

[Maka]

Muffled moans mingled with obscene slurping sounds as Secoya took more and more of Titus' gigantic, throbbing cock between her lips, her tongue busily licking away.

Titus clenched his fists and threw his head back, consumed by pleasure.

"Oh God... oh God, Secoya, you're amazing... oh fuck, oh God... mmm... "

He looked down, thrilled by the sight of the tomboy's gorgeous, cutely freckled face looking up at him with sparkling, mischevious eyes, fascinated by the pleasure she was bringing him. Secoya was transformed. She wasn't playing games any more. She was in ecstasy, thrilled and aroused beyond measure by her newly discovered power, by the joy of sucking cock.

Titus too had forgotten the blackmail, the threat to Sam and little Myiah. That all faded away until it was just this moment, this bobbing red head between his legs, this thrilling pleasure all along his shaft,... this sexy, lithe young kitten with her lapping tongue and pouting lips.

He was going to fuck her. From behind or in missionary or with her on top... any position she wanted. He was going to pleasure her into exhaustion and she knew it. He laid a hand on her close-cropped red head, gently, despite his urge to push her face up and down his shaft.

"You. Are. Incredible," he breathed.