Porco pulled out a chair next to Iesha in the lounge room, sitting down with a bowl of soup. “The way the tale goes?”

“Oh, right,” the elf glanced up, and so did Chio, who sat on her other side. While the angel ate with their friend, Arabella stayed in their cabin; she continued to not show herself outside too often, just to avoid attracting men.

“The way the tale goes,” the elf wiped her mouth with a napkin, “Warren Crown was hunting mermaid. On a cloudy but calm night, he waited on dark boats which he tied to the anchored Heartbreaker. He had most of his men with him, bewildered by the ruthless will of their master, motionless, armed with harpoons, ready to strike.”

“People hunt mermaids?” Chio was a little shocked. Mermaids were extremely rare around the Sekiguchi Empire where she grew up, so she did not know much about them.

“Not typically, no. Ordinary folk would have no chance hunting them, mermaids are not fools, and the ocean is their turf. But Warren at least tried. Every fifth year, they come from the north in the middle of spring to meet with the mermen, who used to be the watchers of the southern seas. The mermaid still come, despite mermen being gone since the demonic invasion thousands of years ago. Not a lot of mermaids are left either, but I'm sure they will continue this cycle as long as they exist.”

“That's... touching.” After she said that, the girl suddenly felt a bit self-conscious, realising that Porco is watching him. She continued eating while avoiding looking at him.

“So Warren's men wait tensely, and then suddenly the ropes that tie the boats to the ship are cut, and Heartbreaker starts sailing away,” the elf continued.

“Heh,” Porco shook his head with an ironic smile.

“Yea, it was basically the same thing what happened now, just the other way around. And Warren was pissed.”

“You're telling them the tale, Iesha?” one-eyed Owen stopped by their table. “I was there myself! He really was pissed, let me tell you. But he didn't know who the thief was at the time, he first thought his guys who stayed on the vessel fucked him over. We chased after the ship for months, and he held onto all of us, dragging us along in his wild goose chase.”

“Couldn't you just quit?” asked Chio.

“That was not so simple. He wanted his crew to be committed, and he only let his men go if he felt they served him long enough, except he never told you when you reached that point. He took quitting too early as an insult, it made him lash out against ya. That's how I lost my eye. I have also seen him kill a poor fellow for that reason.”

“Oh, I'm sorry,” the girl said.

“He had two types of men, psychos who liked him, and dumbasses like me. Naive nobodies pissed at the world, liking the idea of serving on the most feared pirate ship on the south. For a lot of us, it didn't take long to realise how fucked up he was, but we were basically trapped. And this time, after his ship was stolen, he was furious. He was silent, but angry, deeply angry. We all knew that we need to do whatever he says or we are done for. If he just glanced at you, your heart skipped a beat.”

Chio gulped, Porco leaned on his elbow, listening intently.

“But his attitude and the constant chase took a toll on us eventually. He must have realized that, cause he finally let us have a bit of a rest in Murky Bay. We went to the tavern, drank for the first time in those two months, I myself passed out. The next morning, he was gone. I was almost too afraid to believe it at first, but he really was gone. And then Carlos came in, told us he got rid of Warren Crown and his most despicable men. It was one heck of an announcement. The barkeeper was panicking, thinking that the dreaded Warren must still be around, that he will learn about the celebration of his supposed doom and kill everyone who was there in the pub that day. But Carlos showed us the ship, he really got it. He said that once most of us got drunk, he lured out Warren. Only a couple of his guys went with him, his most devoted weirdoes. Carlos managed to trap them and kill them. Well, he never really said he killed Warren, just that he got rid of him. I could have sworn he did say he killed him, but I guess he didn't. I can believe that, he does not tend to lie, not directly.”

“If he didn't kill him, what did he do to him?” Porco asked.

“All he says now is that he trapped him,” said Iesha. “He does not want to elaborate.”

“Hmmm. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?”

“Wonder about what?” Owen asked. “You think Carlos is shady or something?”

“Well, secrets are secrets.”

“And? He's a much different captain, they are nothing alike in their ways, of course they would be enemies. And Warren always had many secrets too, he can use magic, black magic. I guess killing him is just not so easy.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” Porco nodded.

“And it's worrying as fuck, let's be real,” Iesha added. “Isn't it, Chio?”

The angel realised her hand stopped mid-air with a spoonful. She quickly put it in her mouth.

“You can bail if you want, elf girl,” Owen shrugged. “I trust Carlos, he basically saved my life. I'll help him put an end to this madness, if that's even possible.”

“Talking about your old captain?” the orange cat-pirate approached them. He often hung out with Owen. “Still pissed about your eye, aren't you, old man?”

“It's much more than that, little boy. You don't know Warren Crown like I do.”

“Yea yea, you even raped under his command, after all.”

The black-bearded man redddened. “You HAD to say that in front of the ladies, didn't you? Asshole.”

“Hey, I'm not the one who did it!”

“Relax, guys! We get it,” said Iesha. “Warren has a bad influence on those around him, he cultivates darkness.”

“That's right! And as I said, we were basically trapped under his command. I did try to leave, didn't I?” the man pointed at his eye-patch. “A man like Warren should not sail the ocean freely.”

“I can agree with that,” Iesha said. “Of course I'm with you guys too. But if Carlos' secrecy ends up fucking us over, I will be mad.”

“He has his reasons.”

“I'm sure. What's up, Chio, are you feeling unwell?”

The girl cleared her throat. “It's just as you said. It's all really worrying.”

Carlos told Chio and Arabella that they should not worry about Warren, and that it's not their battle to fight. The succubus seemed to accept that for now, although she definitely had a strong dislike for the evil pirate. But there was also Thora's ominous warning and prediction. She said she thinks their paths will cross with the evil man's. They already did to a degree, but was that it? Chio had the feeling it wasn't over.

“Yo, Iesha!” the orange cat-man said. “If we defeat this Warren guy, can I finally tap that elf-ass?”

“Fuck no.”

 

The rest of the voyage to the Scorched Lands was relatively uneventful. Relatively.

On the second day, a guy “accidentally” bumped into Arabella on the main deck, and then started begging her for sex until his mates dragged him away. He spent the rest of the day tied to a mast, it took him that much time to more or less calm down.

The poor rescued woman, Carla was her name, slowly got better. She still preferred to stay away from men, so Iesha moved into her cabin to keep her company, and Chio and Friska visited her from time to time too. On the third day, the woman suddenly started inquiring about Arabella, she only had a vague memory of seeing her in her demonic form. She wanted to see her like that again, and so the redhead transformed for her in the cabin. Carla seemed more amazed than shocked. After what she went through, seeing such a powerful female being – one who men had no chance dominating – made her feel strangely secure. And so Arabella too hung out with her from then on.

Chio finally told Friska about her futanari past, and the fairy said it explains a lot. She asked the girl to tell her story in as much detail as possible, which she did throughout two days. Friska was kind of off-put at first, she took notes and approached the whole thing like a scientist, with a bit of a cold attitude. Fortunately, the angel felt like the little woman is loosening up the more she hears, and by the end, she was definitely feeling for Chio. She became pretty friendly towards her once again. And with that, everything got transparent between all members of the “fellowship of weirdoes”.

The succubus was feeding on the pirates' donations, which they gave plenty of, in bottles. Terry also continued to contribute through Chio, who he had sex with every night, under the eager eyes of the masturbating redhead.

“Lucky guy,” Porco told him on the morning of the fifth day, when they hung out again on the deck at dawn. “But it's just one more day for me too. If things go well, I'll be having sex with the succubus tonight.”

“You are nuts, mate,” a random pirate said as he passed by. “Living with a succubus might sound appealing, but she affected us all so much, even after that one time. You're not the only one who is too horny to sleep, you know.”

“Yea, I heard.”

“And you saw poor Billy the other day, being tied up like that. I wouldn't do what you're about to do, I would lose my mind. I don't even think a man ever did such a thing, just casually being a permanent fuckbuddy of a sex-demon.”

“You think no man ever did it? That could be... but Arabella is unusually fair for a sex-demon too, don't forget that!”

“You do you, man. Personally, I'm not gonna touch her this time. Once was enough.”

While that interaction was quick, and Porco didn't think much of it at first, as the end of their final day on the ship drew nearer, it started to pop up in his mind over and over. The dude was probably right about no men ever doing something like he was about to. People were afraid of succubi, they hated them, and in response, Succubi were rather ruthless and brutal. Maybe some could have held onto a male victim of theirs, as like a fucked up slave or something like that. Succubi prostitutes existed too, but the establishments they worked in usually did not let individual men visit them too often. And here he was, determined to live by and have regular sex with one. Was he an utter fool, after all? He wondered what his deceased master, Vincent, would think of his decision.

He would have probably just wished me luck and sent me on my way.

And then the time has arrived. The shore of the Scorched Lands turned up in front of them, and Annabelle got anchored near it. It was a fairly desolate place with just a couple of thin palm trees near the shore, and dusty hills past them.

Folks gathered around Chio, Arabella and their companions to see them off. There was a short discussion about where they should hold the long planned parting gangbang. Carlos suggested everyone who wants to participate should go to land, while the rest should wait here on the ship, this way that rescued woman would be spared from even accidentally hearing the noises. Speaking of whom, Carla walked out of her cabin in the company of Iesha, showing herself in front of all these men for the first time she got on the ship. The pirates were going to bring her with them to Murky Bay, and eventually back to her home island.

“So... are you going now?” she asked Arabella while shyly avoiding looking at the men. She was a brunette human, slim and serious looking, with straight hair and long lashes. She was beautiful but there was an aura of great sadness around her, understandably so.

“Yep. We are leaving right now,” said the succubus.

“I just wanted to say my final goodbyes. I never met someone like you... thank you. All of you,” she timidly looked around at all the men.

“Your welcome,” said Arabella.

“It's nothing,” Friska waved dismissively.

And then there was an awkward silence. Carla remained on the deck, saying she wants to wave them goodbye as they row to the shore in their boat. The men who volunteered for the gangbang – this time only fifteen men, a little less than the first time – were standing around, looking at each other and their captain questioningly. Everyone knew that the poor woman doesn't know what was about to happen, that all of these men were about to accompany the girls to the beach.

“Well... lower the boats!” said captain Carlos, and a couple of his men began working.

“You need three boats?” asked the spectating Carla.

“Yea...” said Arabella.

“So... are we going?” The orange cat-man asked.

“Uhm...” Chio was blushing.

“Carla, why don't we go back to our cabin?” Iesha asked.

“Why?”

“I'm a succubus, you know,” said Arabella. “That means I feed on men's seed.”

“Well, I know that... oh.” Carla got pale, and she looked around at the men with more of a panicked look.

“It's okay! We are all okay with it, it's safe!” Chio explained. “We have done it before.”

“D-done it before?”

“See? I told you we should have stayed inside,” said Iesha.

“She is a succubus,” explained Chio. “ She can easily handle this many men, really. I'm... I'm sorry you had to learn about it, but... yea.”

Once again, awkward silence.

“We should get going,” said Owen, climbing over the handrails, down the rope ladder towards the boats. The other men followed him, and so did Arabella.

“I... I want to see it,” Carla said quietly, with downcast gaze.

“Really?” Friska snorted.

“You don't have to!” Chio said quickly.

Franky, the woman seemed kind of terrified. She was definitely forcing herself, but she was determined. “Let me see it. Can I?”

“I'll go with you, and we will watch from a safe distance,” said Iesha.

“I'll go with you too, then,” Friska added. “It's time for me to face the reality of the situation, I guess.”

“But...” Chio muttered.

“I'll make sure to put on a great show for you,” Arabella grinned, standing on the outer side of the handrails. “You will not be disappointed!”

Carlos Wayne burst out laughing. “Oh, to be blessed by such lively guests! Arabella, Chio, it's been a pleasure travelling with you. I will miss you, and so will my men. Show Carla your power and control, my succubus friend, and then live your life freely!”

“Will do, captain,” Arabella said, disappearing beneath the edge of the vessel.

Chio hugged Carlos and thanked him for everything, then she joined the others. As she sat down between Iesha and Terry on one of the boats, she could sense that the boy was getting excited too, probably expecting to spectate the redhead again while he can be with the angel. She felt bad for disappointing him, but to let loose like that in front of this raped woman... she felt like she just couldn't.

“This time I'll just watch too,” she declared.

“T-this time?” Carla jerked her head up. “Did you too...?”

“No! I mean... sort of. You know I'm Arabella's lover, so last time I was... somewhat involved.”

“Me too,” Porco sighed. He was sitting in the boat from across Chio. “I'll just watch too this time.”

“What happened, did your dignity suddenly come back?” Friska smirked.

“I just feel like abstaining right now, so I will.”

They reached the shore line, and got out of the boats, which the pirates dragged out on the sand. Then they all turned towards Arabella, who just stood there proudly in her green dress. Knowing that such immense pleasure was just seconds away, the men began to care less and less about their spectators, whether some of them were uncomfortable or not.

“See? They are all gooning over her, all their focus is on her,” Iesha said, holding Carla's hand. “They don't care about us, so don't worry! They are right in front of a sex-demon, that's where their minds are at. They all know she could fuck them over in an instant, and still, they approach her. They are just men, a wicked bunch of men. Not the worst people, really, but pirates still. This really isn't that surprising. They are interested in a succubus, it's in their nature.”

Carla gulped. They were standing on the inner side of the beach, on a slight elevation covered by dry grass, about 5 meters from Arabella.

“If it's too much for you, we can walk way at any time!” Chio promised as she grabbed the woman's other hand.

“Well... I'm not sure...”

“Listen up, fuckers!” Arabella yelled. The men froze, and listened. “This time won't be quite like last time. I don't want all of you to touch me straight away, we will be a little more... organized this time. Basically, everything will be as I say. Got it?”

“Yes, ma'am!” replied the orange cat-man enthusiastically.

“I'll start with one of you. Just one guy first, and I will make him cum as fast as possible. Let's see how useless I can make a man seem like! Any volunteers?”

Almost all hands were in the air.

“Dumbasses. It's your last chance to be with me, and you're all so eager to get it over with in what, twenty seconds? You haven't even touched me yet...”

“They have,” Owen said, the only one who didn't raise his hand.

“Yea, we remember how it was!” said the cat-man, daringly stepping closer to the woman. “I'm fine getting it over with fast. I think it would be hot as fuck to see you make a man cum real fast, so it might as well be me.”

Many men were nodding along.

“I see. Now step back and shut up!” The redhead commanded, and the orange cat recoiled. “Owen! Come!”

“Huh?” the one-eyed man raised his one eyebrow. “Come on, I didn't wanna be first!”

“And they all did. How else could I be fair in this situation? Come here and pull out your cock!”

Multiple pirates sighed in disappointment, a few cussed under their breath.

“Fine, then!” Owen straightened his back and walked forward.

Carla averted her gaze. Friska frowned, and started writing something in her notebook while sitting on a rock (she had an enchanted quill that didn't require ink). A drop of sweat rolled down Porco's forehead. Terry grabbed Chio's other hand, who glanced at him, noticing his boner. She leaned close to the boy, whispering:

“I will take care of you later, okay? Let's just watch now!”

“Okay,” Terry nodded.

Meanwhile, Owen got out of his pants. His dick was on the smaller side, and it was quite hairy. Arabella told him to lie down, then she crouched down above him, still not touching his skin. She stayed like that for a few long seconds, just teasing the man with her almost-touch, getting him rock hard without contact. Then she raised up her skirt, grabbed his cock real quick, and put it in. She was riding him very fast and wild, moving her hips up and down like she was churning butter with her crotch. He really only lasted about twenty seconds. He got up with an exhausted, almost shocked expression, walking away from the group, sitting down by the boats in his post-nut clarity.

“He will be okay,” Iesha said quietly.

Next up, the succubus asked for two daring men to step forward, saying she will beat them up a bit.

“Wha?” someone blurted, and several men stepped back.

“Oh, now you are scared?” Arabella got out of her dress and dropped it on the ground theatrically, then ran a finger over her clit. “Come on, guys! Cat-person, wouldn't it be hot to get drunk on my power while I'm hurting you? It won't be anything serious, just a little bit!”

“Uhm... I guess.”

“Don't think you can play tricks on us, succubus!” someone yelled.

“Oh, I could if I wanted to, but why would I? Come on, don't be pussies! Show our audience what you all are made of!”

The orange cat and another man volunteered at last. Arabella had them lie down on their stomachs, and she kneeled down between them, slapping their backs and scratching them with her nails too, not too hard, but enough to leave marks. “Get turned on, you horny fucks!” she said. “That's it, moan!”

After a bit of abuse, she had them get up. She sucked one and made the other watch, then she asked them to switch places, but she did not finish off either of them. Rather, she asked for two more men, having the previous two sit on their own hands and wait.

She was quite proactive and commanding this time. She was experimenting with the men, disciplining them, torturing them a bit, making them wait or even giving them simple tasks to do, like doing a certain amount of pushups. The men were drunk on her allure, but she did not let any one of them simply follow their urges, she made them struggle for it. Sometimes, some men disobeyed her, but she always put them back in their place real quick. She almost treated them like dogs, not in a genuinely degrading way, it was just how the situation was. Her touch made men animalistic, beats-like, which she welcomed, but only under her own terms now. Last time, she laid back and mostly just let the horny forest of dicks happen to her with a pleased smile, and some casual control. This time, she acted like a strict master of beasts, a sex-queen who has full control over her eager minions.

Still, before long almost all men have touched her. Many dicks were out now, and a couple already came. At one point, Arabella glanced over at the spectators, seeking eye-contact with the nervous Carla, winking at her. She then made everyone step back, and chose one guy, telling him to stand up with his legs spread. She kicked him in the nuts, not with full power, but strong enough that it made him quiver. And yet, his hard dick twitched, and he moaned, standing up straight quickly, like he is ready for seconds. Friska snorted, and pretending she was not amused, she buried herself in her notebook. But then suddenly Carla stepped forward.

“Can I?” she asked.

“Oh. Go ahead!” Arabella replied, walking around the man and hugging him from behind, her naked tits pressing against his bare back. “She will kick you now, slut. Stay still!” she murmured into the man's ear, who's eyes rolled back and he began to jerk off. The succubus slapped his wrist. “Not yet!”

Carla kicked him a bit shyly at first, so Arabella told her she can put more force into it. Carla kicked again, this time with more force. Then once more, with all she got – the dude made a whiny noise and almost collapsed, if not for the succubus holding him up. “That was a nice one,” she said. “Good boy. I'll suck you off...”

Carla kicked him again, not quite hitting his privates, as the man was sort of protecting himself now. The woman then lunged forward and pulled him away from the redhead, then pushed him to the ground. Arabella looked at the bystanders, then she stepped back, crouching down and spectating the scene. Carla screamed and unleashed a flurry of blows on the unlucky guy. She was not at all holding back now, all her rage and pain was behind her punches and kicks.

One-eyed Owen ran up to them, grabbing the guy by his arm and rescuing him from the woman's attacks. “Let me take it!” he said. “I'll take it, just...”

He got punched in the face, and he fell over.

“Carla, wait!” Chio stepped forward, but Iesha put her hand on her shoulder.

“Do it, girl!” yelled Owen with a raspy voice, on all fours. “It's -ouch!” he got a painful hit at his side.

Half a minute of frantic kicking and punching later, Carla finally collapsed, sobbing. Chio ran up to her and kneeled down, almost touching her, but then she pulled her hand back, giving her space. Iesha walked up to them too. “Let it all out! It's okay,” she said.

Owen stumbled to his feet and sighed deeply. His nose seemed crooked, and his lips were bruised. He began walking back towards the boats with a bit of a hobble.

“Sorry!” Carla cried after him. “I don't know why I... I just...”

The man turned back and bowed.

Someone unexpectedly stuck his dick right below the crouching Arabella's armpit. The redhead stood up and slapped him, but she grabbed his cock too.

“Come, Carla! Let's leave them now!” Iesha suggested. “Go for a walk!”

“O-okay,” Carla sniffed.

The two women held hands again, and they walked away. Chio thought about going with them, but she figured Carla might be more comfortable with less attention on her now. Ieasha was going to be her sole female companion until they bring her home now anyway. Besides, there was also Terry. The poor boy looked a bit shocked.

“She was raped, man,” Porco explained to him. “She needed this.”

“That's right,” said Chio, grabbing the boy's hand again.

The succubus was now riding the guy who got his nuts kicked, kissing him too. All the men under her charm were straight back to focusing on her, and the continuing immense sexual tension helped Terry and Porco get back into a horny headspace too. The female spectators were a bit more taken aback though. Chio noticed that Friska is just sitting in place, seemingly forgetting about the quill she was holding, looking at Arabella kind of absent-mindedly. Even the demon herself noticeably toned down her strictness, she still made most men hold back while she took one dick at a time (or maybe two), but her attitude was warmer, and she pretty much stopped torturing the men physically. She even yelled for Owen to come back for seconds, to take her any way he likes. The man did so.

Chio let go of Terry's hand, leaving him to goon with his fellow horny spectator, Porco. “Are you okay?” she stepped to Friska.

“Huh? Yea, sure,” the fairy quickly began writing something again.

The angel lightly put her palm on the little woman's head, stroking her hair a bit. Friska looked up with a faint smile.

“Uhm... Chio!” Terry turned to the girl. He had his hands in his pockets, he was obviously rubbing himself. Meanwhile, Arabella was being fucked doggy style by Owen while she was sucking another. “Can I shag her too?”

“You?” the girl asked. “But...”

“Just this once! I ain't gonna do it again, I promise! But it's the last time for the pirates too, so... maybe I could too. Just this once!”

Chio glanced at Friska, who shrugged with an expression that said “I don't even know anymore.”

“How about getting closer to her?” asked the angel. “I get that you feel left out, but you still don't have to touch her. Carla left, so I can help you now.”

She kissed the boy, then held his hand and looked deeply in his eyes. Terry stopped pocket-fapping and stared at her with his mouth open.

“Let's say... I'll kiss you and jerk you off into her mouth from real close. How does that sound?”

“Good!” the boy blurted.

Porco glanced at Chio a bit enviously, but he turned his gaze away real quick. The girl noticed it though. The two of them still didn't interact too much since they made out when Porco was in that weird accusatory, drunken state. We still have unspoken tension between us, Chio thought. She wasn't entirely sure how to address it, and that made her feel a little uneasy. But resolving that stuff had to wait.

She led Terry close to the succubus, and they proceeded as planned. After the boy shoot a big load into the redhead's mouth, and they walked back towards Friska and Porco, the latter nodded at the girl with a raised thumb. “Good call, Chio,” he smiled, and the angel smiled back.