As the last scale finally disappeared, revealing her exposed and glistening flesh beneath, Myth-Hunting Pirate's breath hitched in his throat. His fingers continued to delve deeper into her slick folds, seeking out her entrance as he took in the sight of her nakedness for the first time. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making it impossible for him to think clearly.

"That's a good girl,"

"That's your body responding to pleasure," he murmurs hoarsely, his voice thick with desire as his fingers finally find their target. "It means I'm doing something right." He thrusts his middle finger into her tight heat, eliciting a soft moan from her lips as she arches her back off the bed in response. "Just relax and let me show you how good it can feel,"

I can't help but feel a warmth spread through me as I listen to her voice. It reminds me of the strength and resilience we have all faced together in the past, and gives me hope for whatever challenges lie ahead. With renewed determination, I return to my duties, knowing that with Iris by my side, nothing can possibly go wrong.

As we sail closer to our confrontation with Alex, I take solace in the knowledge that no matter what happens, she will always be there for me;

I can feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on my shoulders as we draw nearer to our confrontation with Alex. The future hangs in the balance, and so much depends upon the outcome of this battle. But despite the anxiety that threatens to overwhelm me at times, I find myself returning again and again to thoughts of her; her voice, her strength, her unwavering faith in me. It's as if she has become my lodestone, guiding me through the darkness and back to safety.

Chuya arched his back, moaning as Myth-Hunting Pirate pressed the head of his cock against Chuya's entrance. The boy was still slick from the pirates' rough lovemaking, and he trembled with anticipation as he felt himself being claimed once more.

"Come on," Myth-Hunting Pirate growled, thrusting forward. "Take it."

Chuya cried out as Myth-Hunting Pirate's cock slid easily inside him. The pirate captain began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he took Chuya in long, hard strokes. The boy moaned and arched his back further, wrapping his legs around Myth-Hunting Pirate's waist in an effort to draw him closer.

The captain's eyes narrowed dangerously as he glared down at her, his expression unreadable. He leaned in close, their faces inches apart, and lowered his voice to a menacing whisper. "You asked for it." With that, he lunged forward, his hand snapping out and slamming into the side of her face with brutal force. The impact sent her rolling off the bed and onto the floor with a painful thud.

"That," he growled, his voice dark with rage, "is just the beginning."

He steps off the bed, towering over her as he looms above her crumpled form. "Now get up," he commands coldly, "and crawl back to me like the dog you are if you ever want my favor again."

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A low growl rumbled through his chest as he positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his erect length pressing against her opening. With a harsh thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in one swift motion, sending waves of pain and pleasure crashing through her body. Elizer Oneall cried out, arching backward as tears streaked down her face.

"That's it," Myth-Hunting Pirate growled, gripping her hips tightly as he began to move within her. "Take my seed."

As if to punctuate his words, he suddenly grabbed hold of Elizer Oneall's hair, jerking her head back hard enough for her to cry out in surprise and pain. His thrusts grew more forceful, each one slamming into her deepest places with brutal intensity.

"Such a good little mermaid," he snarled against her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. "Taking your Master's cock so well."

The captain chuckles softly, his eyes never leaving her face as he takes another step closer. "I think we both know that's not going to happen," he says with a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Not yet, at least." He reaches out to stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckles, watching her reaction closely.

Her skin is so soft under his touch; it sends shivers down his spine. And yet she remains unyielding, defiant in the face of his dominance.

The captain smirks at her reaction, his fingers trailing down her neck to rest against the collarbone. "You are such a contradiction," he whispers, leaning in closer still as he takes another shallow breath through his nose. The scent of her skin, of her hair... it's intoxicating.

He wants more. He needs more. But for now, he will enjoy the thrill of the chase, the challenge of trying to break down her resistance piece by piece.