Pirate Werewolf King was like any other Pirate out on the high seas. Chasing treasure and riding the winds of the sea if it decided to bless him with them. The members of his crew, his pack, were the only people who he really cared about. Usually that was the end it for a Pirate.
Except he had this one little thing that happened to him every month… it was no biggie… but every month he’d become consumed with a feral need for bloodshed. He had lost more than his fair share of crews because of it and it had gained him a status of infamy among his fellow Pirates. Sure, he’d be remembered in the history books as a cutthroat Captain and King of the Pirates but that wasn’t what he wanted to be known for.
That’s where you come in. And another reason why he may be a little different from other Pirates. While most Pirates travel vastly throughout the seas, making love to men, women, and generally anyone they could get their hands on before ditching them as soon as the sun came up, all he had was you.
He claimed his territory on the seas and when that time of the month came he’d sail to shore and claim your territory. You calmed the lust for bloodshed that rose within him during the full moon and replaced it with a pure lust for you and only you. He didn’t know what it was about you all he knew was that he needed you.
Looking up at the moon now he cock stirs to life at merely the thought of coming back home to you. The sea should’ve always been his home yet when you came into his life it seemed like everything had changed. No matter how much he doesn’t want to admit it.
“Is it about that time, Captain?” His first mate asked, having walked up to him from behind.
“The full moon is upon us soon indeed…”
“She’ll be waiting for you,” he said cheekily and nudged his Captain.
A deep rumble made its way through his chest in response. Liking that idea far too much. Pirate Werewolf King scoffed as if that would be able to hide his reaction. His first mate just gave him a look that told him he could see right through him.
“Prepare to head for shore,” he snapped before he turned around and stormed into his quarters.
Despite the weakness he refused to show his crew he couldn’t contain his excitement the closer the full moon got. It only made things worse when they finally docked and he saw you standing as close as you could get, the wind blowing through your hair, your eyes lit up in joy, and the sun glowing behind you in a way that made you appear heavenly.
Pirate Werewolf King stalked off of his ship and immediately scooped you up right into his arms. You didn’t even get to utter a word before he captured your mouth in a fierce kiss, his fangs nipped at your lips, dragged your mouth open, and drove his tongue into your warmth. His need could not be contained and he wanted you to know.
“Tell me I do not have to walk long or I may just snap and take you on the street. Let everyone know what a slut you are because you’d let me, wouldn’t you?” He growled into your mouth, the words slurred as he just couldn’t stop kissing you.
“Y-yes! Can take me anywhere— anywhere you want. Though the inn across the street isn’t too far for you I don’t think,” you replied cheekily. It was one of the things he loved about you even as he snarled in response.
Pirate Werewolf King moved on autopilot toward the inn with the sole thought vibrating through his head to sink deep inside of you. The moon was already getting to him, that had to be it. He followed your directions on instinct and when he saw the room, all the furniture that decorated it, he knew it’d be destroyed by morning.
Without an ounce of hesitation he threw you onto the mattress, your plush frame bouncing against its softness as the springs creaked and groaned. Another thing that’d be broken through by the end of the night.
He threw his sword and gun on the table as he shucked off his clothes, not even thinking about how he revealed his tail that gave away his excitement as it wagged. Who cares. It was already obvious how badly he’s needed this.
You weren’t any better yourself, already eye fucking him from where you laid on the bed. Your gaze made him feel powerful… and horny as hell, he had to admit. As soon as he got onto the bed he wasted no time as he used his claws to shred your clothes into a tiny million pieces. After all it revealed your glorious body to him. Just as he remembered. No, it was better.
Having gone so long without it, now having seen it again, it was like he’s finally able to breathe. Still, his body ached. So close to getting everything he’s craved for days, weeks, since the minute he left your room last month.
“At least I have the excuse of the full moon. What’s your excuse for looking so eager for my cock?” He purred against your lips as he hovered over you.
His eyes never left yours but his sharp claws had wrapped around his thick girth and was currently dragging it through your sopping folds, splitting them apart and running it along your slit. He gathered up your arousal and spread it up and down his length. A long groan left him as he realized how fucking wet you really are for him.
“I don’t have one. I just want you,” you admitted shamelessly as whimpers left your throat at how he teased you.
Your teeth sunk into your lip as his cockhead teased and flicked at your sensitive clit, body already rocking into it. For a second he froze as your words registered to him. But when they did it was like something snapped himself of him. He pounced on you like it was already the height of the full moon and his bloodlust had returned. But no, he just needed you and he needed you now.
With a sharp snap of his hips he buried himself in to the hilt. Your screams pierced the air and he swallowed them up greedily, taking your tongue into his mouth and he sucking on it hard, working his cock impossibly deeper in your tight core. Another growl rolled through him, this time one of pleasure as he started to fuck into you.
Any other time he’d start slow, let you adjust, but it seemed like neither of you could wait to get to what made your nights together so explosive. So he picked up his pace, claws gathering into your thick thighs in his hands and sinking into your soft flesh. The desire to mark you already too strong to resist.
Usually he’d hold back because he knew how easily he could stumble from marking you with his claws to marking you with his teeth. That was something neither of you would be able to come back from. So he’d resist. But this time it was happening before he could situate what was up from down.
With his hold on you he started slamming you up and down his shaft, molding your walls to the shape of him with every pounding of his hips. Reminding you of what exactly made you his. The loud claps of wet bodies smacking together echo throughout the room and it grew messier by the second as waves of arousal poured out of you.
Already he could tell you were getting close. Your belly quivered as he swiveled his cock inside you and made sure to hit all those sweet spots that were burned into his brain. And when you fell off that cliff and into the sea of release you weren’t surprised when he just kept going. Fucking you through one orgasm and straight into the next.
In fact, he didn’t stop for hours. Never coming himself but pulling countless out of your wrecked form. He stayed true to his internal promise and took you on every piece of furniture in the room. First, he bent you over the dresser, forced you to watch how good he made you feel before he plopped you down on top of it and plowed his way straight into your womb. Not only the dresser but the mirror wound up broken and he was too crazed to care about any superstition of bad luck.
Next he took you against the wall, holding up your body with ease as he drove deep inside you with every thrust. As much as you tried to meet them his pace had you pinned against the wall and helpless against the pleasure he was determined to give you.
After he brought you onto the chair and made you ride him. Left you to exhaust yourself and when you could no longer move, left a pile of bones and mush against his chest he held you up and jackhammered his cock into your weeping pussy till it squirted all over his lap and stained the floor with evidence of what he alone could do to you.
When he returned you two to the bed he had come back with two missions. One: to break the bed. Two: to do something he hadn’t realized he’d been planning to do since he docked.
Knot you. Claim you. Make you his once and for all. Going past that point of no return.
Without you even noticing he slipped his hand between your glistening bodies. You were far too caught up in the bursts of pleasure ricocheting through your molten hot cunt from the feral nature of the way he fucked you into a whole other dimension. His sly touches went entirely unnoticed till he twisted your now swollen clit between two delicate claws.
You couldn’t help but yelp, body bucking into the sensation but also away from it. So many sensations rolled through you, one quickly taking over another that you couldn’t keep up. Just when you thought that was the end of it, no more surprises left, he continued to move down, teasing at your entrance with two thick fingers.
“W-what are you— oh fuck that’s the spot—what are you doing?” You asked breathlessly, a healthy mix of excitement, fear, and anticipation swirled in your gut.
Pirate Werewolf King flashed you a wicked smirk that was sure to chill even his fiercest enemies to the bone. Instead of responding with words he simply stuffed his fingers into your already overflowing cunt, rubbing along your walls and stretching you out further than you ever thought possible.
White dots flashed across your vision and for a second you swore you were about to pass out. Throat already raw from the noises that had been spilling out of you, you released a ragged wail, the breath inside you unable to be contained because he was the only thing that could fit inside you anymore.
“Gotta make sure my knot fits nice and snug, don’t I? Wouldn’t wanna hurt my mate as I finally claim her,” he stated factually, as if this wasn’t the huge reveal it was.
You’re left gaping at him but one perfectly timed pump of his digits and length had your eyes rolling back in your head. Accepting the fate you had wanted from the start with ease. Seeing your submission only spurned him on further. He bared his fangs at you and really started fucking into your sweet cunt like a man who had truly lost his mind.
Maybe he had. He hadn’t thought any of this through. He wouldn’t leave the sea and he wouldn’t leave you. He’d steal you away if he had to. Because from now on you’ll never be apart.
Pirate Werewolf King’s knot swelled at the idea and with that final jerk of his hips he fucked his knot inside of you, instantly bringing you both over the edge. At the same down he swooped down and pierced your skin with his fangs, breaking skin and marking you as his mate. Both of you moaned as your climaxes shook you from head to toe.
Like the good mate he is he works you both through it until the overstimulation really became too much this time. He didn’t ease off completely but rolled you around so you were left splayed across his chest. Completely fucked out and still twitching. He smoothed out the tremors along your sides as he caressed you and cared for you as a mate should.
The reality of what he had done had dawned on him but he didn’t hold an ounce of regret. He’s positive you’ll like the open sea once you get out there anyway. And if you don’t he’s certain he could convince you to one way or another, he thinks as his knot throbs against your sensitive walls.
He had a few ideas outside the normal intimidation tactics of a Pirate Captain.
