Makitsu_Trinity
BBW Queen Gypsy
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The sun glistened off the fluorescent blue of the sea as Fiona and her crew made their way towards shore. Fiona had heard tales of the people that lived here. Apparently the gem mines were a thing of beauty and their fishing boats never found bad weather. She was thrilled to find this hidden new land and knew in her bones she would be the one to take it for herself. The salty spray that hit her face made her shiver, but it was a thrill that coursed through her veins and left her begging for more. She could not remember the last time she or her crew of thirteen female sailors had set foot on land. Supplies were running low, which gave them a good opportunity to run ashore and have an excuse for being there. They could scope out the local terrain and see what they were up against. Fiona also had reinforcements on the way, should she need them, but she was confident with the island's history of secrecy, that their military would be laughable and she and the girls could easily out maneuver it.
She was going to be sorely disappointed.
It did not take long to drop anchor and ready a raft to take her and her two most trusted comrades to shore. The rest were to stay on board and ready for the invasion. She stood tall, her fur blown about by the breeze. Her tight fitting white blouse was soaked by the waves that splashed against their boat, leaving her bright pink nipples exposed and straining against the flimsy fabric. Her black trousers, likewise, were formed tightly to her hips and thighs, leaving little to the imagination. It was a ploy she had used often enough before, but now, it was more bothersome, because she hoped to make peace with these people, making take over that much easier. She sighed as the raft pulled up to a dock.
She was going to be sorely disappointed.
It did not take long to drop anchor and ready a raft to take her and her two most trusted comrades to shore. The rest were to stay on board and ready for the invasion. She stood tall, her fur blown about by the breeze. Her tight fitting white blouse was soaked by the waves that splashed against their boat, leaving her bright pink nipples exposed and straining against the flimsy fabric. Her black trousers, likewise, were formed tightly to her hips and thighs, leaving little to the imagination. It was a ploy she had used often enough before, but now, it was more bothersome, because she hoped to make peace with these people, making take over that much easier. She sighed as the raft pulled up to a dock.