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A Pirate's Life for Yugo

After a parlay for partnership between the Brotherhood and the would-be King of Pirates, Yugo finds himself aboard Captain Felinor's ship for a week in the role of cabin boy for the Ecaflip as they sail towards some brewing trouble in the high seas, affording Yugo something of a firsthand look at just what his life could be like, were he to go rogue - albeit, temporarily without his Princess.

heya! a lil more Wakfu here - this time a pseudo sequel/continuation to some of my other stuff featuring Captain Felinor (which, iirc, started way back in a piece titled Diplomatic Measures), but I think it's standalone enough that ya might can still enjoy it even if you haven't read those - and, all the same, I do hope ya enjoy!

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“I understand your plight, Princess, truly,” Captain Felinor said, idly thumbing at his mustache as he grinned. “But I fail to see what it is you want me to do about it.”

“They’re your people,” Amalia snipped, arms firmly crossed. “Maybe get them under control?”

“Ah, but I do not control every ship on the seas, your highness.” Felinor gave a slight chuckle. “Would if I could, eh?”

Amalia only scowled, doing her best to keep her composure - and not doing a very good job of it, at that. As far as she was concerned, she had every right to be as annoyed as she was. It seemed the seas had barely known calm ever since she’d waded into the conflict between New Sufokia and the pirates that so often plagued them. Two polar opposites, in everything from demeanor to culture, that she once thought herself capable of wrangling.

And things had gone well, for a time. Treaties were signed and amended, both sides looked to leave well enough alone. She’d put her body, and the bodies of a few others, quite literally on the line to bring about some measure of peace. A peace that, as it turned out, was far more fragile than she might have hoped. Matters such as these might have been helped if not for how petulant both sides proved to be.

Granted, New Sufokia at least had done well in playing their part. Since the last time the Princess and her escorts visited Prince Adale, their end of things hadn’t shown many signs of trouble. The opposite was true, in fact, as relations with New Sufokia had improved so much as a result of her efforts that the Sadida Kingdom had just recently become the nation’s newest, and main, port. All of the World of Twelve would have to go through them to trade with New Sufokia, a prosperous arrangement for all involved.

That was where this latest bout of trouble started, too, so it seemed. With a new and vast port came many shipments, and with that many boats on the sea, quite inevitable, came more rogues looking for an easy score on some otherwise unarmed vessels. They operated under the promise of peace, after all. A promise that Amalia and her friends had worked quite tirelessly to make and uphold, and that now threatened to come undone.

Of course, she first turned to the Sufokian Prince, though that meeting went about as well as this was going. Adale had insisted that his new business partner handle the matter, to prove herself reliable, a woman of her word. He’d also made not so vague allusions to war, should New Sufokia have to intervene directly. They could handle this crop of pirates, but it was unlikely that the Princess would appreciate how.

Now Amalia stood in her frustration, subconsciously counting on the millions of ways she’d rather be spending the month of Junssidor, as she stared down the only other man she’d hoped could help her resolve the matter. Well, without plunging the world into chaos anyway, as a Sufokian shot on a pirate vessel would surely void any treaties. Part of her thought of tracking down those behind these attacks herself, and maybe she would have if not for the hopeful, if slight, smile on the face of the Eliatrope stood beside her.

“As I said, I’ve nothing to do with this roving band of rogues,” Felinor continued, speaking with far more bravado than he was worth. “Me and mine are firmly committed to your peace, Princess.”

“I’ve never accused you of being behind these attacks, Captain,” Amalia impatiently explained. “I’ve merely suggested that you should try and get whoever is under heel.”

“But you see, your highness, pirates don’t do too well with authority,” Felinor fluttered his eyes at her. “Though some of us certainly know how to handle it, huh?”

Amalia growled, annoyance turning to disdain on her tongue. “Is there…anything you can do for me, Captain?”

“Well, beyond the obvious,” Felinor winked. “Perhaps I could simply buy your missing shipments back, for a modest fee of course.”

“Or perhaps,” Amalia grumbled. “You’d like to learn what a thorn bush feels like when it’s up your-”

“W-What Amalia means to say, is,” Yugo, perhaps luckily for the Captain, finally interjected. “Perhaps you’d like to enforce your reputation, no?”

Felinor leaned back, intrigued. “And what about my reputation, hm?”

“Well, you seem to fashion yourself as some…king of pirates, right?” Yugo explained. “And regardless of authority, other pirates tend to respect you.”

“As they ought to.” Felinor nodded.

“But with this crew going around behind your back and causing trouble,” Yugo took a step closer as he went on. “Don’t you think that might make you seem weak? As if you aren’t as powerful as some might suggest?”

Felinor seemed to muse on what he was saying.

“And I mean, we could go handle it, you know we could,” Yugo continued, brandishing a palm with a faint blue shade. “The Princess and I alone could probably take them down without breaking a sweat!”

“Of course.” Felinor replied, amused, his brow firmly raised.

“But if we did handle it ourselves, it wouldn’t look good for you.” Yugo cocked his head with a smile. “The Brotherhood of Tofu solves another crisis on the seas, while the would-be pirate king skulks in his cabin. Doesn’t sound great, does it?”

Felinor softly crossed his arms. “Not particularly.”

“All that glory going to us alone, when it could be shared.” Yugo pitched. “Work with us to resolve the matter, and it’ll be easier. More profitable, too!”

“Profitable?” Felinor asked, his eye roaming back toward the Princess. “How so?”

“Well, um, you pirates always struggle to maintain a homeland,” Amalia followed Yugo’s lead as best she could. “And Sadida has a few vacant islands, some of them quite vast.”

“I know you don’t mind pirates at your back door, your highness,” Felinor crassly joked. “But a whole swath of them living right behind your Kingdom?”

“Not pirates, honest sailors.” Amalia firmly insisted, starting to grin herself. “People just making a living, however they see fit, but posing no threat to my Kingdom. Or else.”

“Or else?” Felinor playfully pressed.

“Or else you’ll have a vine shoved so far up your ass you’ll be tasting sap for the rest of your life,” Amalia pridefully huffed. “Though, given how much you seemed to enjoy that…”

“Touché, touché…” Felinor somewhat grumbled, as everyone from the Eliatrope at her side to members of his own crew chuckled at her remark. “Fine, I’ll take an island, or two, in exchange for helping resolve this matter.”

“Just one,” Amalia snipped, her eyes narrowed at him. “And maybe another will come, if you can muster up some good behavior.”

“An island as payment,” Felinor glowered, as the crowd continued to giggle. “With some of my men as guards for the less fortunate ships at sea for the duration of this…incident, and afterward.”

“And Sadida will keep them well fed and stocked in the meantime,” Amalia agreed with a nod of her head and a sip from the glass she pulled off a nearby barrel. “So long as the bill doesn’t get padded.”

“This sounds like a deal, Princess.” Felinor extended his hand. “All that’s left is to hunt down the perpetrators, and handle them accordingly."

“Quite.” Amalia shook on it, quite proud of herself. “We know the boat is a stark shade of red, the crew is mostly Srams, and the general vicinity where they seem to show up the most, so-”

“So I’m sure your little Eliatrope companion won’t mind filling me in on the rest on the ride over,” Felinor grinned. “I’ve been in need of a good cabin boy.”

“Excuse me?” Amalia tensed, her eyebrow cocked as she took his hand from her own and placed it squarely upon her hip. “And just why would I let you take my Eliatrope?”

“Because he’ll be useful to me,” Felinor chuckled, his tail swaying behind him some. “He knows the way, what we’ll be looking for…we’re to work together, no?”

“Or you could just follow our vessel,” Amalia planted her heel to the wood. “A good few paces behind, at that.”

“What if we get lost?” Felinor teased. “Certainly it’s safer to travel with someone who knows where we’re going onboard, so why not let me borrow your little Yugo? Unless you’re volunteering, your highness.”

“Not in a million years,” Amalia grumbled, some green glow leaking off her palm. “But that doesn’t mean you get to just take-”

“It’s alright, Amalia,” Yugo spoke up on his own behalf - and for the sake of keeping everyone dry. “It’s only, what, a week at sea? I can handle a week with some pirates.”

“But-” Amalia turned to him with a whine.

“We’ll be right behind you,” Yugo assured, taking her hand as the green shade faded from her palm. “And it’ll just be for a little bit.”

“Exactly, a few days apart at worst, then right back to you,” Felinor stepped over. “Unharmed, though maybe not unused, eh?”

“Hmph.” Amalia pouted, ignoring him in favor of her Eliatrope. “If you’re sure…”

“It’ll just be a few days,” Yugo gave her a rosy, confident smile as he nodded. “It’ll be fine.”

“Of course it will be,” Felinor’s tail wagged as he draped a palm upon Yugo’s shoulder and reached to squeeze at his ass with the other. “We’ll take good care of your precious cargo, your highness.”

“You’d better.” Amalia huffed as the Captain whistled for the crew that’d followed him aboard. “Or else.”

“We’ll sail when you do!” Felinor flashed her a grin of his own, then turned to take his leave with the newest member of his crew before glancing back over his shoulder. “And, you know, if it troubles you so, why not turn to your cabin girls for some-”

“We aren’t her cabin girls!” Cleophee, having patiently stood at the wheel of the ship as deliberations took place, immediately spoke up.

“If anything,” Elaine shouted from the crow’s nest. “She’s ours!”

Felinor gave a shrug, his expression frustratingly smug as he and those he’d brought with him absconded back toward their vessel. Amalia kept her eyes on Yugo, though, fully aware that things would be just as he insisted they’d be, and yet not exactly pleased, either. Perhaps all too familiar with the inherent danger an annoyed Sadida Princess posed to their ship, Cleophee and Elaine both were quick to come to the royal’s side as their visitors retracted the plank on which they’d boarded.

“Seems like it went well to me,” Cleophee remarked, leaning against the Princess. “You’re welcome for keeping quiet, by the way.”

“Yeah, seems like everyone’s gonna get what they want.” Elaine chimed in, nudging Amalia’s side with her elbow. “And I do mean, everyone.”

“Surprised he waited until the end of things,” Cleophee added, folding an arm against Amalia’s shoulder. “He was practically eye-fucking Yugo the whole time.”

“He was so getting hard! I could see his pants moving from the crow’s nest” Elaine insisted with a giggle. “Poor Yugo probably won’t be walking in a straight line next time we see him, huh, Amalia?”

“We have an hour before we set sail,” Amalia scowled, even as their hands began to encroach on her frame. “You two’d better make it a good one..”

Cleophee and Elaine merely giggled around the Princess, as their teasing turned more physical. One groped quite openly at her chest, slipping a palm beneath the fabric of her tube top as a means of helping her relax. While the smaller set of hands couldn’t seem to get enough of grabbing at her ass beneath her skirt. Yet, even as she was toyed with, Amalia tracked the blue hat increasingly in the distance, still grumbling while the pair tried to take her mind off it.

They’d prove effective, in time, if only for a short while. Feeling lips at her neck and a tongue at her rear, Amalia would come to let go of her frustrations enough to enjoy things, however briefly. Elaine’s slender, agile fingers through her bush being swiftly followed by her lips, Cleophee’s tongue in her mouth while she pinched at her nipples. Letting herself get overpowered and pleasured by pirates, even friendly ones, was a good sign of her mental state in the moment.

But, at least it was something, and it helped her to settle enough to focus on the task at hand. Once Elaine wiped some of that relief from her lips, she took to the wheel. Cleophee gave the Princess a playful smack to her ass before joining her co-captain, leaving Amalia on the deck. She sauntered toward the railing closest to Felinor’s vessel after a few breaths, and watched for that blue hat until her ship started to turn - with theirs falling in line behind.

Deep down, she knew Yugo was right. That this arrangement was far from the worst case scenario. That, if nothing else, this was far from anything he couldn’t handle. Their rapport with Felinor in recent months only ensured that. She didn’t love sharing, especially with ruffians like pirates, but she trusted Yugo more than anything. And knew that he’d be well taken care of in the short few days they’d be apart at sea.

On Yugo’s end, things weren’t going quite as he might have expected. From the moment he’d stepped aboard Felinor’s ship at sundown, he expected little more than rough, eager and thoroughly debauched hands. Such treatment was what he’d once received from this band of pirates, after all. But the mood on the vessel was far from the raucous, ravenous air he’d assumed he’d find himself amid.

Once Felinor explained the situation, and the sun finished setting, things went quiet. The sleeping bag wasn’t the most comfortable thing he’d slept on, but far from the worst. And before Yugo knew it, his first day as Felinor’s temporary, so-called cabin boy had begun. He wasn’t quite sure of the Captain’s definition of that term, though the Eliatrope likewise believed that he had a pretty good hunch on what the title entailed. And he looked to find out for sure, as two familiar Ecaflip women roused him from his sleeping bag, bright and early.

“I guess this is the part where he just, uh,” Yugo, left shirtless by their sudden appearance, joked as the trio roamed the ship. “Uses me for the rest of the trip, huh?”

“Oh, by Ecaflip, not at all,” The one softly replied, not exactly feigning her surprise. “I mean, you will be of use, but…”

“Captain Felinor runs a tight ship when there’s work to be done.” The other added, tapping playfully at his chest. “You’ll just be tending to him as if he were your trusted Captain.”

“Meaning?” Yugo asked, in earnest.

“You’ll be grooming his fur, helping him dress, waiting on him if need be.” She explained. “Nothing too terribly lewd..”

“Though, given how long the journey to meet the Princess was,” The first purred. “I imagine he will be quite pent up, so that may be one of your tasks after all.”

“Pent up, huh?” Yugo gave a slight chuckle, the ears atop his hat flattening some. “Well…nothing I can’t handle!”

“Of course not,” The second woman giggled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as they neared the Captain’s quarters.

“We’re sure you’ll do well, Yugo,” The first smiled, granting him a peck on the opposite cheek as she opened the door. “Good luck!”

With that, the two took their leave, getting the door as they departed. Yugo was left standing in the modest, well furbished room without anyone at his side. It was still somewhat dark, the morning sun yet creeping in through some of the windows, though a few highly aromatic candles ensured that Yugo could plainly see his new Captain, with Felinor sat simply naked in something near a throne on the opposite end of the room.

“Morning, Yugo,” Felinor casually greeted. “I take it my girls have briefed you on your duties?”

“Morning!” Yugo met him with a smile stained with a slight blush. “And, uh, somewhat, yes.”

“Then,” Felinor merely sat back in his chair. “You’re free to get started however you best see fit.”

Right away, Yugo understood what this was. The Ecaflips who’d led him here were honest, as was Felinor’s more focused mindset. Still, that wouldn’t prevent a pirate from having some fun when he could. And that included flashing his new cabin boy, his legs spread about as far as they could be, almost deliberately flaunting his flaccid, furry cock. As if to tempt the Eliatrope into starting what would become his routine with the most pleasurable option.

Yugo had something of a history in service, though. And in dealing with presumptuous leaders who thought they could sway his fancy. Only one in the World of Twelve truly could, and she was currently aboard a ship a few paces ahead of theirs. So, rather than immediately fold as Felinor might have expected, Yugo narrowed his eyes and turned instead towards what looked like the man’s closet.

Inside, he found his assumption right. A few capes, hats, different pairs of pants. Noticeably, there were no shirts, though that certainly didn’t surprise Yugo in the least. Thinking on his feet, he assembled a modest outfit, featuring a blue cloak with a simple bandana, before he reached for the man’s boots. Yugo carried them all toward the middle of the room and laid out what would be his Captain’s attire for the day with a grin.

“Fair enough,” Felinor remarked, only glancing at the clothing on the floor. “And, next?”

Yugo flashed a smile to his Captain, and approached the makeshift throne still clad in it. Their eyes met, Felinor clearly curious as to what Yugo’s intentions were. His smirk didn’t quite waver when the Eliatrope raised a hand and, rather than place it perhaps where he wanted, instead wet the edges of a few fingers. A chuckle in his throat amid the game the two were playing, Yugo then stroked them through the mildly disheveled fur along Felinor’s head.

“I am supposed to tend to you, no?” Yugo playfully asked.

“Of course,” Felinor softly laughed as his appearance was amended. “Though I hope you’re not forgetting anything, Yugo.”

“Oh, no,” Yugo shook his head, glancing between the Ecaflip’s legs. “Not at all, Captain, just…doing my job!”

“At your own pace.” Felinor crossed his arms with a grin. “Have you ever actually groomed an Ecaflip before?”

“Uh, well…” Yugo palmed at the back of his neck. “There’s this one shopkeep in Bonta, and-”

“If you truly had, you’d know we tend to that part ourselves.” Felinor chuckled. “I do appreciate the effort, though.”

Yugo put his arms at his sides, a slight flutter to his eyes. “Guess that means I should get started, huh?”

“If you so desire,” Felinor replied, leaning back in his seat. “Though a cabin boy has many tasks, should this one not suit your fancy.”

“I think we both know it does.” Yugo gave a nod, his eyes not quite on the Captain’s own.

Instead, he focused on what it was he believed this was all about in the first place. On the task at hand. And while his expectations had been largely proven incorrect so far, part of him knew that he was always likely to end up here as part of this arrangement. Yugo had no qualms in getting to his knees, in shifting himself between Felinor’s spread out legs. In tending to his Captain, just as his Captain desired.

Felinor only purred as the warm familiarity of Yugo’s lips befell his cock, as the Eliatrope kissed and sucked at the thinly furry shaft until it was hard. Once things had stiffened enough, he wrapped his hand around the Ecaflip’s admittedly impressive size and took to stroking at his length. His tongue kept busy, though, lapping up what leaked from the head in between smearing his lips along the underside.

Yugo kept his attention slow and steady, a gradual effort that maybe Felinor himself wasn’t expecting. He certainly appeared as curious as he was enthralled as he stared down at the Eliatrope all the while with half-lidded eyes and that smirk growing almost more tender. This wasn’t quite the attitude Yugo anticipated, as he subconsciously waited for a palm to press against the back of his hat at any given moment.

But it never came. Felinor remained comfortably in his seat, content to merely watch his newfound cabin boy suck his cock. Yugo worked all the same, soon enough taking the Ecaflip’s cock into his mouth as deeply as he could on the first pass. With a bob of his head, he pushed more in, then a little more, and suddenly his chin was against Felinor’s balls. Yugo held himself there, for a moment, both to maintain his breathing and to test the Captain’s composure.

Of course, Felinor hardly flinched. It seemed what he’d be told and observed in his few hours aboard really was true. While still pirates, this crew at least was capable of battening things down and staying focused on their given goals. Yugo could appreciate that. It made him work a little more thoroughly, too, encouraged him to rear his head back just to firmly, warmly push it down the Ecaflip’s length again.

Yugo picked up more of a pace from then on, now convinced that he was truly free to do as he was asked without interruption. That this wasn’t some sort of advanced game. He kept things steady, but moved more quickly, palms shifting to Felinor’s thighs as he bobbed his head in his lap. The Captain continued to purr, softly mewling while his cabin boy worked him over, looking on with a sort of pride bristling through his otherwise confident, smug expression.

That expression did finally shift before too long, though. Yugo felt his cock throb as Felinor tensed up, as his jaw clenched. His purring turned to stifled groans while his hips tried, thoughtlessly, to churn up at the warmth that had so thoroughly drooled around his cock. Yugo played along, batting his eyes and groping on the Captain’s churning balls as his tongue ran flat along the underside of his length.

“Ngh, that-” Felinor huffed, his posture growing more relaxed. “That’s it, Yugo.”

And Yugo did his best to keep playing at his role, maintaining a firm hold around the head of Felinor’s straining cock as he came in the Eliatrope’s mouth. True to the word of the women who’d led him here, there was quite a bit of a mess for him to handle. But he did so in stride, for the most part, with only some off-white coming to leak down his chin. Instinct saw Yugo catch it before it could drip onto Felinor’s throne, wiping the almost overwhelming mess with his thumb.

He swirled his tongue a few times, sucked in until it was more air passing into his cheeks than anything else. Slowly, Yugo reared back, flaunting both a bare if dampened cock, and his own mouth left empty. He even stuck his tongue out, giggling as he raised that thumb toward his lips and kissed the faint strand of mess away. The matter most certainly handled, Yugo slowly pulled himself upward and onto his own two feet again.

“Will that be all, Captain?” Yugo asked, unable to help but tease.

“Mh, hardly,” Felinor warmly muttered, coming to stand upright after a moment. “You’ll still need to help me get dressed, that mouth of yours has me feeling a bit sluggish.”

“Ah, of course,” Yugo gave a nod before he turned to collect the outfit from the floor behind him. “And then?”

“You’ll find there’s plenty to do aboard my ship, Yugo.” Felinor chuckled, playfully swatting at the Eliatrope’s ass.

Yugo offered a smile. “Oh, I’m sure there is.”

“The only thing you’re not allowed to do, during this venture,” Felinor glanced down at him, his grin sharp. “Is touch yourself.”

“Ah-” Yugo’s brow raised. “Aye aye?”

“After all,” Felinor gave him another, firmer smack to his ass. “You’ll be far too busy.”

As the two strode onto the deck, Yugo wasn’t quite sure just what the Captain’s intentions were. He doubted anyone else aboard had to live by such a rule as that, though the thought hadn’t quite crossed his mind. Tending to others first and foremost always had been his prerogative, after all. A few steps in, and Yugo simply shook his head of the matter, and decided to focus more on what it was he’d spend the next few days doing.

Much to his continued surprise, it was actual work. While Felinor may have seemed flirtatious, his words seemed to be true in that Yugo might not have much time for himself. There was work to do, aboard the Ecaflip’s ship. A large and impressive vessel, made all the more imposing over the years. And while Yugo thought he might be getting well acquainted with the floorboards, it wasn’t quite in a manner such as scrubbing them.

But he did so, all the same. Kept to his word and title as Felinor’s cabin boy, doing whatever it was the Captain directed him to do. Some of that was cleaning, tidying, and some of it was merely mingling with some of the other pirates. Some were well familiar with the Eliatrope after his last few encounters with Felinor, he even recognized a few, while others were only just meeting him for the first time.

It certainly felt strange, given he fully expected to board this ship and be made into a toy for the next several days. Perhaps, in a similar situation, that’s what one Prince Adale might have done, and maybe that royal had warped his view a bit. Instead, he found himself made a member of the crew, well and truly. Respected as if he’d been one of them from the start, just like any other rogue looking to join up for Felinor’s cause.

Yugo found himself properly integrated by the second day, with what would become his daily routine looking set in stone as he found himself again called to the Captain’s quarters. This morning, he’d be told to simply use his hands. And after a nice, long effort amid some smooth seas, the Eliatrope’s efforts would be rewarded with Felinor’s relief shot across his face. The mess wiped from his cheeks with the Ecaflip’s tail, the two again took to the deck.

His days would be spent cleaning and helping where he could, even cooking for the crew. His skill in the kitchen on that even Felinor recognized. It wasn’t all just manual labor, though, there would be some of that playfulness he’d initially expected. At one point in the third day, Felinor would command him to provide entertainment for the rest of those aboard. No hands wound up upon his body, and he never fancied himself much of a dancer, but Yugo managed to amuse by slowly flaunting himself all the same, stripping almost bare for his newfound friends.

Perhaps shockingly, though, he’d be allowed to put his clothes back on a short while after the stripshow. Albeit with some minor modifications that he didn’t quite notice at first. A patch resembling a skull and bones found itself sewn into the fabric of his shorts, right over one of his ass cheeks. Those same shorts seemed a bit smaller, too, a little less baggy as a result of the hemming.

Yugo found it amusing, really, as those around him welcomed the Eliatrope without hesitation. With his hand during the day, his cooking during the evenings, and the swaying of his hips at night, he proved himself something of a valuable crewmate. Or at least, a beloved one, the rogues aboard quite happy to see him emerge from Felinor’s quarters each day, despite whatever mess he’d come to wear.

Sometimes the Captain simply rubbed his cock along the Eliatrope’s exposed stomach, his shirt having been made shorter at some point or another. Other times he’d mount and pound Yugo’s face until his balls were well drained down his cabin boy’s throat. But there was never anything too rough, nothing too aggressive. It was less that he was Felinor’s plaything, and more simply his assistant, in a way.

The week went by before Yugo knew it. Things aboard Felinor’s ship went off without much of a hitch, though he did find himself standing on the deck alone sometimes, peering out at the vessel ahead of theirs. At the faint outline of the Princess in the distance, obscured just enough by distance that all he could recognize was her striking green hair and typically bossy posture. They weren’t that far apart, and yet he yearned for her voice all the same.

Suddenly, it was the sixth or seventh day at sea, and they’d largely arrived at their destination. The Captain’s morning request was a bit more direct, this day. Yugo spent those early hours half naked in Felinor’s quarters, grinding his bare naked ass along the Ecaflip’s thick, needy cock with a rosy smile on his face. It was much more physical than Felinor had requested, as if he looked to ready himself for what might prove to be a trying day. After a week or so with no relief of his own, and uncertainty for the day ahead, Yugo almost wished he could tend to himself, too

But there was no time. Barely minutes after he’d had the Captain’s load blown across the perky flesh of his backside, Yugo was rushing alongside him as a rogue in the crow’s nest shouted out what she saw through the spyglass. The cause of this whole journey was but a few nautical miles away. In the distance, a stark red vessel manned by Srams was sailing with aggressive purpose on what was meant to be a peaceful trade route.

Both Felinor and Amalia’s ships turned almost immediately. With haste, they caught up to their target, a smaller yet well stocked ship. One which fired as soon as those aboard seemed to realize they were being hunted. Felinor ordered his men at the ready, but no shot was returned. Yugo managed to halt it before a cannon was lit. Instead, he directed the crew to merely watch as the matter of disabling the enemy was handled elsewhere.

Large green tendrils soon emerged from the sea, effortlessly entangling their target as if it were the Krakalamoure of legend. Of course, this was simply a Sadida Princess who’d had around a week to stew in her frustrations, who’d gone what surely felt like ages without her Yugo. Amalia, from the other ship, kept the rambunctious Srams still in the water as Yugo raised a palm and fired a portal across the bow.

He made short work disarming them, even knocking a few who’d lunged in his direction over as they failed to keep up with his jumping from further portal to portal. Their swords and guns taken away, Felinor’s vessel soon drifted up alongside the rogues. They were soon after boarded and, at the mere suggestion muttered off the Ecaflip Captain’s tongue at to what they should do given their present options, those aboard duly surrendered.

Just like that, a budding thorn in the World of Twelve’s side was pried loose. A good few weeks of frustration and uncertain tension were resolved in a matter of hours. Those who surrendered looked to join Felinor’s crew after the Princess’s giant planty vines sent their vessel to the depths of the sea, while Felinor himself sought to celebrate a job well done. A bit of shouting between the boats, and it was decided that they’d jointly make landfall at a lush, nearby island.

The sun looked to set before that happened, with a twilight in the sky by the time the two ships sailed onto sandy shores. Yugo took one last round across the ship, basking in their joyous mood and general camaraderie. His belief that he wanted to be a pirate had never felt quite as validated as it did now, with him in particular being cheered and commended by those he’d come to call friends as he looked to step onto something truly solid for the first time in a week.

When he did, there was a brief moment of catching his balance. Yugo was quick to abandon is sea legs once more, though, the sand between his toes a nice, warm sensation. He stood on the shoreline as the rest of the crew carried everything from kegs to tables a bit further inland, clad in his altered outfit. Shorter shorts that did well to flaunt some flesh, especially from behind. A hemmed shirt that almost seemed more like a bra. And a patch on his hat to match the one over his ass, a black and white skull and bones.

It was simple, he’d wore far more scandalous attire in his time. But this, as he stared into his reflection in the water, felt like a trophy of a sort. There was pride in how he came to smile at himself, in just how well he’d managed the last week. Yugo’s confident smirk lingered as his ears twitched at the sound of oncoming footsteps, a hurried rush through the sand that saw him look up - and his grin immediately break.

“Ah-” Yugo’s eyes fluttered. “Amalia?!”

Across from him, fresh off her own boat, stood the Princess - albeit, unlike he’d ever quite seen her before. Her top was smaller and tighter, the outline of her breasts beneath the fabric leaving next to nothing to the imagination. Her skirt was simply gone, and in its place was a simple green thong that was fighting a losing battle against the heavy green bush between her legs and her ample asscheeks. Her legs themselves were clad in fishnets, while that ass of hers had the familiar image of Elaine and Cleophee’s own pirate flag crudely painted onto her flesh.

“Are you…” Yugo swallowed, his eyes roaming from hickey to hickey as they seemed to coat her from head to toe. “Alright?”

“Do I look alright?!” Amalia huffed. “The moment you left the ship, those two…heathens, Yugo!”

“W-Well, uh,” Yugo struggled with what to say, his eyes not exactly on her own as he timidly giggled. “Did you…at least have fun?”

Amalia stewed, well aware that he was gawking at her whether he meant to or not. “Don’t stare, Yugo!”

“I, er, sorry, it’s just-” Yugo palmed at the back of his neck, beaming a smile at her. “I…kind of think it’s a good look on you, is all!”

“It’s a temporary one!” Amalia growled, her heel planted in the sand and her arms crossed. “At least, it’d better be.”

“She says that like she’s not the one who instigated.” Cleophee teased as she approached from behind the Princess.”

“Told her she didn’t have what it takes to be captain!” Elaine added, at Cleo’s side, with a swat to Amalia’s painted up ass. “At least she finally looks pretty now, huh?

Amalia glared at the both of them, even as they so casually laid their hands upon her. “And you’d both look prettier at the bottom of the ocean!”

“Pretty’s maybe not the word I’d use,” Yugo interjected, unable to help but be honest after a week at sea with pirates. “But, I don’t know, Amalia, you look-”

“Daring, I’d say.” Felinor remarked as he joined the group on the shore, his hand upon Yugo’s shoulder. ”That flag on your ass is a nice touch.”

“Thanks,” Elaine chuckled, groping on that same ass. “That was my idea.”

“I suppose it might not be too late for me to steal it,” Felinor teased, firmly grabbing at Yugo’s own as he gazed down at the Eliatrope. “I imagine my flag across this ass would look even b-”

“I believe our agreement is at an end, is it not?” Amalia sharply asked, scowling at the Captain.

“I think we can spare a few more hours together, your highness.” Felinor smirked back. “You know, for the sake of…celebration.”

“If you think I’m coming anywhere near touching you,” Amalia started to threaten. “Unless it’s to fling your ass into the ocean, too-”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Felinor chuckled, looking more past her than at her as he subtly explained his thinking. “I’m just saying, I think this partnership of ours can still prove quite lucrative, if only for a bit longer.”

Amalia’s brow cocked, aware yet uncertain of his implication. “How so?”

“Well, I mean,” Felinor firmly groped at the Eliatrope’s ass, more deliberately glancing to the Princess’s left and right. “Who knows what may happen now that we’re back on solid ground?”

Amalia looked uncertain for a moment, but then it seemed to click just what it was the Ecaflip was getting at. Her expression changed in an instant, from one of annoyance at best to something far more sharp. Her grin scrawled across her lips as a green glow filled the palms of her hands, with Yugo’s ears twitching as something in the nearby brush caught his attention. He glanced in the direction of the noise, and noticed a few vines starting to slowly encroach toward the shoreline.

“You know, um,” He muttered as he took a step, assuming they were at least in part coming for him. “M-Maybe I should go see if the crew needs any help setting-”

“Ah-ah, Yugo,” Felinor stopped him with a gentle tug at his wrist. “I’ve got one more task for you, my little cabin boy.”

“Ooo, you hear that, Amalia?” Cleophee taunted, openly grabbing at the royal’s breast. “You’re gonna get to see how it’s done!”

Elaine grinned, her fingertips running along the thin green fabric of Amalia’s thong. “She was a terrible cabin girl, really, always so loud!”

“And barely knew how to take an order.” Cleophee added with a swat to her ass. “But maybe all she needed was a proper demonstration, ah?”

“Or maybe,” Amalia’s eyes roll toward Cleophee, then toward Elaine. “You two need to remember your place!”

With that, she snapped her fingers, her smirk as sharp as it could be as the vines lunged forward. Neither Elaine or Cleophee had so much as a moment to react before they were entangled, swiftly covered from head to toe in restrictive foliage. Their arms bound, their legs made motionless, both found themselves helpless and, after a long week otherwise, at the Princess’s mercy - of which she didn’t seem to have much.

“Now, then,” Amalia turned to her captains, smug as ever. “Would either of you like to apologize?”

“Uh,” Elaine, her arms brought above her head by the vines, muttered. “Would that actually do anything?”

“Other than maybe leaving you with a little more feeling in your ass than not,” Amalia confidently chuckled. “No, not really.”

Cleophee rolled her eyes and scoffed. “And we were such good captains.”

“Good captains would have let me out of the brig for more than an hour a day!” Amalia pressed her hands to her hips. “Good captains might have at least tried to be a little less ravenous!”

“You leave an ass like that unprotected on our boat-” Elaine couldn’t help but tease despite her predicament.

“Hey, you’re the one who agreed to-” Cleophee similarly tried to argue.

Neither could fully speak before further vines had snaked up their frames and filled their mouths. Just as Amalia might well have been fantasizing about, across the last week or so. She merely took a step back and stood, so smug, as she stared at her work. Her palms shifted and the plants which ensnared the two moved in tandem, some snaking under their clothes while others further bound their limbs.

“Much better,” Amalia remarked, glancing over her shoulder. “Right, Yugo?”

“U-Uh-” Yugo swallowed, still not sure he wasn’t a target. “Y-Yes, ma’am.”

Amalia flashed him her grin, and stepped to Cleophee. While she took to prying off the pirate’s clothes, Yugo found himself with something of a sense of relief. It seemed her annoyance was far too focused on the pair and their misdeeds for his ass to be at much a risk. At least, as far as the Princess’s wrath went. It was still a fixation for another pirate, however, with Felinor’s palms both firm and thorough against it as they stood idly by for a time.

“So, um,” Yugo turned to him. “Just what is my last task, Captain?”

“Well, I think we’d do well to make ready, Yugo,” Felinor chuckled. “As I don’t imagine those two will be capable of entertaining the Princess for too terribly long.”

“Right.” Yugo nodded back, a playful smile at his lips as he felt the Captain’s press to his neck.

Felinor’s hands were deliberate, but delicate all the same as they snaked up and down the Eliatrope’s hips. As he played with the brim of his shorts and palmed along his largely exposed waist. Becoming acquainted with this more sensual side to the Captain had been the week’s biggest surprise, and now provided something of a sharp contrast as Yugo stood in the man’s grasp, watching the Princess exact her revenge.

That first took the form of having stripped Cleophee bare, pulling her clothes off and tearing the fabric where necessary, effectively ruining her outfit. As Yugo’s eyes focused he found Amalia grabbing and groping quite aggressively on the Cra’s chest, turning her pale flesh a darker, reddened shade with just how rigid her palms were. She was simply playing with the co-captain, reveling in the way the woman writhed and twitched with defiance yet on her brow.

Elaine wasn’t ignored, though. While Amalia’s direct focus was on getting Cleophee back for a week of rough handling, the smaller pirate wasn’t without her own sort of comeuppance. Vines like tendrils had slithered into her baggy pants, the crotch of which bulged with just how much attention she was receiving. Sap likewise leaked from the corners of her overwhelmed lips, though her expression didn’t quite indicate that she wasn’t being punished.

All the same, Yugo knew well that’s what this was meant to be. And that Amalia was maybe holding back some, himself fully aware of what her rage truly looked like. It was interesting to watch Amalia play so openly with Cleophee’s pussy, as even with two fingers plunging into the Cra he was certain she wasn’t doing her worst. It almost made his brow raise, though Felinor’s tongue snaked into his mouth before he could think on the matter too long.

They’d kissed during the trip, a few times in fact, but none had felt quite this sensual. As if Felinor wasn’t simply kissing on the Eliatrope for their mutual sake or pleasure, the embrace warm and a bit loud thanks to the Ecaflip’s purring. Yugo let himself fall into it all, turning to more properly meet the pirate who so casually nudged his shorts to the sand. He returned the favor in short order, unfastening Felinor’s belt with well practiced hands.

Just like that, save for his cap and cape, the Captain stood effectively with his shadow looming over his cabin boy. Yugo’s fingers coiled eagerly around his cock, obedience in the way he touched and stroked and played with his shaft as it stiffened in his mild grasp. And while he intended to fulfill his task to the letter, it seemed Felinor had other plans. Yugo felt himself being turned around again, made to look at the display Amalia was making of her own captains.

She’d shifted over to Elaine in the time his back was turned. The smaller pirate was bare naked, not even her bandana left in place. While still bound by foliage, she was made to effectively bend over the Princess’s knee, with Amalia quite happily spanking her little ass a nice shade of red. She still didn’t look as if she were enduring consequence in the least, but Amalia seemed more than happy lashing her flesh regardless.

Cleophee, meanwhile, was more fully hoisted from the ground. Her legs raised and her arms above her head, sap soaked vines churned both at her pussy and her mouth, with her expression one far more of pleasure than not. Yugo again felt struck by it all, even as the constant smacking of the Princess’s hand at Elaine’s ass continued to ring out. This wasn’t her worst, almost as if her heart wasn’t quite in it.

He started to ask what was wrong, but Felinor’s tongue found his mouth again before he could. Hand at the Eliatrope’s neck, he tilted Yugo’s head back and laid his lips upon him again while his opposite hand went about palming at his freshly exposed crotch. Yugo flinched some, his cock already standing at attention and certainly a bit touch starved after a week of no release. His wasn’t the only one throbbing hard, though, with Felinor’s slipping between his thighs.

Heels in the sand, Yugo found himself leaning against the Captain’s strong, furry chest as the man’s hips softly thrust against him. It was still a more gradual, gentle effort than he might have expected, his eyes drifting downward at the sight between his legs. He grew somewhat fixated on it, the rhythm almost hypnotic as Felinor’s bigger, thicker cock churned beneath his own, rubbing so firmly against his balls while he took a firm hold of the Eliatrope’s hips.

The two shifted back together, and before long Yugo found himself properly laying against his Captain’s body. Being held up by the man who, at least for now, seemed content simply milking himself between his thighs. Yugo giggled some at the sensation, his lower lip catching briefly between his teeth at the sight of both of their cocks leaking a similar amount of precum from the budding friction between their bodies.

But the sight ahead of him was all the more entrancing. Amalia, having shed what little outfit she was wearing save for the fishnet stockings, had repositioned her own captains again. Both of them were dangling behind her as they were jointly made to kiss her ass, with Amalia hunched over some to give them all the more room to lavish and praise with their mouths. The visual made Yugo throb, and yet he still felt something was off.

The Amalia he knew, after a week or so of unrelenting frustration, would have likely planted the two in the sand and ruined them. This, however, was a far cry from that. She stepped between the suspended pirates and had Cleophee lick and drool against her pussy, coating it in some measure of sap, while Elaine’s face was buried between the thick cheeks of her ass. It was certain revenge, but without near as many thorns.

Her reasoning became obvious the longer he stared, however, as his eyes finally trailed upward along her mostly bare frame. Amalia had been staring at him, and likely had been since the moment they’d reunited on the shore. Retaliation for the marks and strain on her body, while something she surely craved, wasn’t her desire on this day. At least, not entirely, or truly. That desire instead was fixated on the Eliatrope she’d been without for far too long.

“Seems she’s finally ready, herself,” Felinor purred into his ear. “Are you, Yugo?”

“Ah-” Yugo looked up toward him with a blush and a smile, a sharp throb between his legs. “As I’ll ever be!”

Felinor let loose a whistle, then raised Yugo up by the hips. He adjusted himself beneath the Eliatrope as best he could, ultimately laying out on his back while the tip of his cock pressed and prodded at Yugo’s hole. All the while, Amalia was taking slight steps toward the pair, her expression changing from something outright playful to one more sensual. Her eyes narrowed, her grin sharp, full of both eager love and a sort of yearning, she came to stand over the two with a hand comfortably at her bare hip.

“A week,” Amalia teasingly pouted. “You have a week to make up for, Yugo.”

“If it’s any consolation,” Felinor chimed in with a grin. “Your little Eliatrope is awfully pent up, Princess.”

Amalia cocked her head some. “How so?”

“I, er, well,” Yugo butted in to explain for himself. “I was given direct orders not to, uh, cum, this week.”

“Ah,” Amalia smiled again, a giggle in her throat. “Is this true, Captain? Did you torture my Eliatrope.”

“Just a little,” Felinor gave a nod, prodding his swollen tip at Yugo’s rim. “All in the name of cooperation, your highness.”

“Then,” Amalia stepped forward and over them, straddling Yugo’s waist. “I suppose we should get cooperating.”

Yugo did his best to relax, though Felinor’s words certainly rang true. If they’d simply reunited on the deck of one of the ships, he might well have lunged at the Princess first. Like this, though, with Felinor’s arms snaking around his own to better restrain the Eliatrope, with his Captain’s cock so gradually pushing up into his ass, he had little choice but to wait as Amalia took her time getting reacquainted with his body.

She merely smirked down at him, as she pressed the underside of his cock along her slit. Her bush was ever so slightly thicker than he remembered, though beyond a few hickeys on her thighs this part of her body was relatively untainted by eager pirate hands or tongues. Visibly, anyway. Yugo stared at it all the while, at the budding friction between their bodies as Felinor finally more steadily ground his cock into the Eliatrope from below.

A moan seeped from his lungs, though Amalia looked set to pry it out of him as she spread herself with a thumb and shifted her hips just slightly. Just enough to give them both what they’d come to crave across the last week. Unity, again, at last. Amalia so tenderly sighed as she reclaimed her favorite seat in all of the World of Twelve. Her place retaken on the Eliatrope’s lap, every inch of his cock buried swiftly inside of her, Yugo found himself smothered between Princess and pirate alike.

And, in truth, there were few places he felt he’d rather be. The warmth of Felinor’s fur at his back, the heat of Amalia’s pussy around his cock after so long. Though it was most certainly her who’d done the heavy lifting on this mission across the seas, he felt as if he was the one being rewarded. His smile grew somewhat dazed, delirious along his face as Felinor took to thrusting, as Amalia began to more steadily rock her hips, her quiet, pleasured gasps so sweet to his ears.

Of course, there was surefire catharsis in this for her, too. While he had little doubt that Amalia had been subjected to a plethora of lewd acts on the weeklong trip, her tolerance for Cleophee and Elaine’s antics surely stopped her from enjoying them quite as much as she did this. It was written on her face, her expression so serene, blissful, and that was despite the fact that she was currently sharing.

Yugo wasn’t the only one being shared, either. His eyes glanced beyond the Princess as she and Felinor worked him with a steady, thorough tandem, and he noticed just what it was the Captain had whistled for. Not for the attention of a royal, but for reinforcements. Still entwined in plantlife, Elaine and Cleophee were now being tended to by the two familiar Ecaflip women, themselves nude save for some leathery straps around their waists.

The co-captains were currently being made to embrace, their mouths pressed together by hands at the back of either’s head. Yugo couldn’t help bit smirk a bit more sharply, but to throb at the sight of Elaine’s slender frame being firmly thrust into, just as Cleophee’s lithe yet faintly toned body was mounted from behind. When Felinor had spoken of a lucrative partnership, this was seemingly what he’d meant.

Yugo felt amused, though his eyes didn’t linger on the others for long. Amalia, as always, simply demanded his full attention. Her hands at his shoulders, her breasts pressing up against his chest. He could feel her breath down his neck, just as Felinor’s warmed the fabric of his hat. And as the Princess leaned further forward, as she finally kissed her Eliatrope again after so long,Yugo felt it as the Captain’s cock sharply throbbed inside of him.

But Amalia’s lips were his focus. Kissing her so firmly, so tenderly. His tongue proved a little apologetic in how it snaked first into her mouth, then retreated as she pushed her own into his. Yugo gave way for her, allowed her to make up for lost time as her hips more aggressively churned down against him. That act only helped to further fuck him along Felinor’s cock, the friction and strain starting to take a toll on his pent up nerves.

“Not yet,” Felinor huffed from below and above, palming along Yugo’s side. “A little longer, cabin boy.”

Yugo gave a slight nod, and grit his teeth. Determined to follow orders until the very end of this arrangement. But then the Captain whistled again, and he noticed the vines which bound Elaine and Cleophee being tugged and torn apart. The two Ecaflip women guided their prey forward, keeping their arms behind their backs as they nudged their heads away from one another and to a far more demanding cause.

Of course, the two hardly needed to be told, let alone made to shove their mouths forward. Elaine’s almost eagerly tongue slithered along Yugo’s swollen balls while Cleophee rimmed at Amalia’s asshole, kissing briefly at her flesh while the Ecaflip in charge of her slammed her hips to the Cra’s ass. The smaller pirate was no less used, either, as she was made to drool against Yugo’s rim amid her own ass being turned a further shade of red.

A big, strong pirate beneath him, royalty crushing him from above, and the two messy tongues of his friends pressing and lapping against and around his flesh, with an Eliatrope firmly in the middle of it all. Yugo did his best to follow orders, to withstand it for as long as he could. But the week without relief took its toll on him, while his desires both for release and for the Princess raged in his chest.

It proved enough to make him slip his arms from Felinor’s and lunge his hands outward, planting them harshly to the curves of Amalia’s ass. Him pulling at her provided Elaine and Cleophee a chance to make out with her rim together, for a moment. Then one of the Ecaflip women made Elaine press her lips to the side of Felinor’s cock, while Cleophee’s soon met them. The two captains kissed what little of his shaft wasn’t buried inside of the Eliatrope, while Amalia furiously churned her hips.

Yugo, unsurprising as it may have been, was the first to break. His sharp moaning was caught and swallowed by Amalia, while Felinor took to groping and feeling up his lithe chest all the while. The heat and immense pressure of a pent up Eliatrope filling her well beyond her limit, Amalia was next to fall. It was Yugo’s turn to take in what neared a scream of pleasure, with Felinor tilting the royal’s head to share in the kiss as her body grew rigid above them both.

The Captain himself came nice and hard inside of Yugo after a few harsher slams of his hips against his ass, his heels dug into the side as he leaned down to kiss his cabin boy one more time. Behind the trio, Elaine and Cleophee were surely pegged within inches of their lives, as their shared drool leaked from Amalia’s asshole, around Yugo’s rim, to the Ecaflip’s throbbing, draining balls

Yugo, then, was the first to see through the bliss. To look upon a pleasured Princess with a tender smile on his tired face. He ran fingers through the ends of her flowing green hair, softly purred beneath her, though it was largely drowned out by Felinor’s own, louder purring. He caressed his Princess, his body almost numb between hers and the Ecaflip’s, with his thumb dragging along the corner of her lips.

“I missed you, Ami.” Yugo warmly muttered, a soft giggle behind his words.

“Ah, Yugo…” Amalia smiled back, her voice a similar, tired murmur. “I missed you, too.”

It took a moment before this burgeoning crowd started to shift and disperse. First were Felinor’s right and left hand women, whom he waved off after a good few minutes basking in the afterglow with a satisfied smile on his face. Elaine and Cleophee pried themselves from the sand shortly after, taking their leave to go further inland without so much as a word beforehand, though Elaine did get one more smack over the smudged flag printed onto Amalia’s ass for good measure.

Then, there were three. None of them truly wanted to move, so it seemed, content to remain a pile on the shoreline until the tide came in. Amalia did eventually find it in herself to pull herself loose from Yugo’s spent cock, the mess he’d made running down her thighs and drying along his own just as well. It similarly coated some of Felinor’s fur, though the man didn’t quite seem to mind as he helped Amalia to get Yugo to his feet.

The Eliatrope was woozy where he stood for a moment, still somewhat lightheaded as he stood before his Princess. His feet were so uncertain that he came to lean against her, just as she leaned against him. Both indulged in a hug, softly chuckling and giggling in their shared, embering pleasure. That tenderness only somewhat frayed as the Captain got himself upright, playfully swatting his palm to Yugo’s reddened, ruined ass with a grin.

“Well, your highness,” Felinor placed a palm upon the Eliatrope’s shoulder, taking Amalia by the wrist so as to kiss the back of her hand. “Is our business concluded?”

“For now,” Amalia replied, a slight smirk to her lips as she stared up at him. “Though, if you’re to play enforcer, or even King, then I suppose we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other in the days to come.”

“Not that I mind.” Felinor chuckled. “What say you, Yugo?”

“I think…” Yugo glanced back at him, to the Princess, then towards the arrangements made on the island. “We’ve all earned ourselves a drink.”

Amalia giggled, slipping some fingers between his own. “Spoken like a true pirate.”

“By all means,” Felinor gestured ahead with a smirk, partaking in one last grab of the Eliatrope’s ass. “Lead the way.”

Yugo gave a nod, and did just as he was asked, one last time. He took the lead, with Amalia’s hand in his own, the trio sauntered up the sand and towards the celebrations in various states of undress and mess alike. But even Amalia didn’t quite mind such a crass display, perhaps a little too happy to have her Eliatrope back in arm’s reach. And when Felinor departed their side to mingle with his newfound crewmates, she leaned toward Yugo with a purr in her throat.

“You’ve made up for one day, Yugo,” She chuckled, her palm to his chest. “Six more to go.”

Yugo turned toward her and, though a little intimidated by the tender and lustful fire yet lingering in her eyes, flashed her a smile.

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