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"The Pirate Booty"

It was late; the sun had gone down at least six hours ago and the stars were shining so brightly that they practically lit Booty Bay all on their own. Even the inn keeper's lantern had been put out over an hour ago. Dexter sighed in relief as the salty sea air brushed through his fur in brief, cool gusts. The sound of the parchment in his claws rustled with the wind as he examined the page. Studiously, his finger traced a familiar path along the map leading from Booty Bay up along the eastern coast. It was through troll territory, but it was fine. His target would be off shore as well.

"Dex?"

The sound of the voice coming from behind him startled the rogue and he instantly wheeled around, realizing at the same moment that it was Morrice creeping out of the shadows to join him. "Fucks sake, Morrice, you could give a guy a heart attack." He growled in frustration.

The priest smiled and shrugged. "Well if that happened I could just resurrect you."

"I wouldn't, 'cause then I'd have to kill you for killing me." The rogue teased, keeping a serious tone in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Just came to check on you. The caravan's leaving tomorrow for Duskwood. You sure you're not coming with?"

Dexter patted his map with the back of his hand. "And leave this load behind?"

Morrice snorted. "That's what he said..."

"What who said?"

Morrice stared at his mate for a few moments before letting the comment roll off. "Nevermind. Just be careful on this mission of yours." He warned. "Vulpera can be tricky little devils, and I don't want to see you hurt."

"Mmhm." Dexter crossed his arms dubiously. "You're worried about a bunch of...foxes...hurting me?"

Morrice shrugged and pulled Dex in for a long, passionate kiss. Dexter muffled a moan and swiftly wrapped his arms around the small of the fellow worgen's back, pulling their bodies together. "You know, we aren't leaving for a few hours yet." Morrice said, slowly breaking his lips from his mate's. "Why not come to bed?" He asked with a sly grin across his muzzle, his body grinding urgently against the bulge on the front of Dex's trousers. He growled, his hands sliding down Morrice's sides and squeezing firmly against the priest's hips. He didn't need much convincing.

The return to their room at the inn wasn't a long distance to travel, but it felt like they had to walk a mile to get there, by the time they entered the emptied establishment, Dexter's shirt was off and tucked under an arm while Morrice's tunic was hanging off one slender white-furred shoulder. They ignored the stares from the other civilians as they headed up the stairs and through the door into their room with a bit of a slam. Morrice gasped loudly as he threw his hands back and pulled off his shirt completely as Dex dropped him onto the bed, barely managing to reach the door to kick it closed. His cock was hard against the inside of his trousers, but even he as a Gilnean had a sense of decency when it came to a good time with his mate. Morrice pulled back Dex's pants so roughly that the rogue thought they were about to rip, but instead his mate eagerly devoured his cock. He could feel Morrice's tongue wrap around his tip and his head dive down onto it with a growl, his claws digging into the rogue's exposed buttocks as he pulled Dex into his maw. Dexter huffed loudly and grabbed Morrice's head, readily fucking him hard down the throat. He enjoyed the feeling of his mate's throat closing and releasing around his flesh, his toes curled until they popped as he drove himself in again and again, feeling the muffled moans as Morrice somehow found moments to breathe. Feeling the worgen lean back, Dex watched as Morrice's fingers slid in under his trousers and dragged them down, laying back onto the bed and prompting the rogue to lay on top of him. Their bodies pressed into the soft mattress, their cocks pressing together, dripping and salavating onto Morrice's stomach as they again locked lips in a deep, passionate kiss as Dex's hands roamed down Morrice's body, eventually rounding the white fuzzy butt and lifting it up with his legs. He was already primed and ready. Morrice looked at Dex expectantly as the rogue moved into position and quickly pushed his way into his mate's warmth.

Morrice gasped as he felt the penetration, his cock jolted to life between them as he drooled precum out and it dripped down his stomach and off into the mattress. Unable to control himself, Dex pulled back and thrust inward once more; this time with enough force to knock the headboard against the wall.

"Ahh! Fuck!" Morrice cried out pleasurably. "D-Dex!" He grappled the sides of the mattress, then grabbed Dexter's rear, as if unsure exactly where to put them. The ass-grab worked for Dexter though as he pushed all of his weight on top of Morrice and began to liberally fuck him into the bed. His growls only being drowned out by the passionate moans of the other male. This was so hot that it was taking everything Dex had to just keep himself from cumming immediately. To offset this, Dexter leaned back, grabbed Morrice's leg and rather effortlessly turned him over, his body collapsed over his lover's rounded back and he bit down on Morrice's shoulder, making the priest shiver and howl in pleasure. Morrice's shaft was grinding against the bed, it was going to be a messy sleep tonight, but every moment was worth it. Dexter was riding the priest so hard now that Morrice's body was grinding like an accordian. He shoved his face into the pillows to stiffle off some of his howling as Dexter wrapped around Morrice's waist and began to slam into him harder, and harder as his climax approached rapidly.

A feral growling noise and violent thrashing sound filled the room as Dex bit down hard onto Morrice's shoulder as both of them began to howl loudly at their mutual climax. The smell of musk and sex filling the room as cum flooded Morrice's ass and the mattress under them. At long last, their twitching began to subside and giving off a deep breath, Dex groaned and slowly rolled over onto his side, bringing Morrice along with him as he cuddled against the priest's white, soft fur. He moaned and nuzzled him, enjoying the feeling of being buried deep within his mate. He hadn't even realized that he had drifted off to sleep; it was such an intense breeding, and they both basked in the appreciation of the moment.

Sunlight woke Dexter up with a squinting wince as he opened his eyes to the brightness of the room's window. He groaned and sat up, stretching and yawning, he felt his back pop several times before he eventually slid out of his bed. To his chagrin, Morrice wasn't still there, but a note was resting unread on the side table nearby:

"Had to slip out, you were sound asleep when my party came by. Have fun on your adventure, I'll be waiting in Borealis when you're done. -Morrice"

Dexter smirked at the note before folding it and sliding it into the vest part of his outfit. He needed to take a shower and get dressed before heading out himself. It was going to be an interesting adventure indeed.

The sunlight filtering in cast shadows across the bedroom as Dexter got dressed, he pulled on his pants first, tucking his thick maleness in as he tightened the straps around it with a grunt. He yawned and reached over the head of the bed for his vest; still incredibly clinging to the headboard for dear life after the slamming and pounding it took last night. He slung it over his shoulders and fastened it, safely hiding his daggers under the tunic at his hips. Pulling his gloves on had the slightest hint of a leathery squeak as his claws sifted through them against the cool feeling armor. He didn't much care for his more human form and often preferred; at the staring of others, the beastly form that his worgen self provided. As he pocketed his wallet pouch, he made his way to the door and outside. It was past dawn; and the tavern was just beginning to wake up to the light of day, at least the ones not suffering from a lingering hangover from the night before. Dex's eyes flickered light into the darkened hall as he turned toward the stairs; receiving gawking glances and gasps of shock from the patrons he passed. He and Morrice were somewhat reknowned there, and he didn't care who knew or what they thought of them for their almost-weekly trists at Booty Bay. He passed a woman and gave her a coy nod as he moved to the exit, only to receive the breadth of a man's arm barring the way out.

The white haired main stared at Dex without fear, Dexter assumed he had to be Worgen simply due to the man's behavior and passively regarded him. "You still owe me for the room last night." He said sternly.

"Y'get paid every month." Dexter growled. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is you and your little boy toy driving my clients away with your--romping."

"Romping?" Dexter repeated in a mocking tone. "Exactly what do you mean by that?"

"You know what I mean. There's damages; every month I gotta replace half the wood in that room, repair sheets, deep clean the mattress because you boys can't keep your fuckery to a sophisticated level."

"Well, the next time we break out wine, tophats and the fine china we'll let ya know." Dexter started again toward the door, only to be blocked by the man's arm again. "Ya best let me out, old man. I ain't in the mood."

"You get in the mood; you ain't going anywhere until I get an extra thirty gold for the mess we're bound to clean up."

Dexter glared at the man; impressively built for a human, but he was definitely pushing sixty years old, about twice his age. His muscle was tough, but not likely impervious. Dexter growled, and in a feeble imitation; the man growled back fiercely. A rare show of aggression toward a Worgen? That took balls. He began to wonder if the man was bluffing, or if he really had the nerve to stand up for himself. After a few moments though, he relented. He didn't want to make anything of it, and the fact that he and Morrice royally destroy the room every time they stay deserved a little more leanience. He pulled out his wallet and poured an even thirty coins into his hand. Pulling the man's outstretched wrist, he turned his palm over and forcibly thrust the coins into it. His claws digging a little deep, he watched the man's face flinch, with not even a grunt of pain as Dex's nails pushed past the skin just a little. "Just a little reminder..." Dexter whispered to the man. "You're the one lettin' the dogs sleep inside." He said before releasing him.

Dexter let the man go and pushed his way out into the morning air; taking a deep breath as he continued uninterrupted down the main walkway and out of the town. He was so frustrated he hadn't even realized he'd passed the border of the town until he tripped partly over a dislodged rock at the end of the tunnel walkway. It was then that he breathed; unclenched his claws and realized he'd lost his temper again. He had places to go and Vulpera to rob--

"You're Dexter. Right?"

Dex took a moment to register that someone had called him, and he turned to see a young Vulpera standing near him; an alpaca strap leading from his wrist to a white and gray-splotched beast standing beside him. It took a look at Dexter and nearly reared itself back, prompting the fox to settle it down. "Easy there, Chewy. Easy..." He said calmly. "So I'm Eldren, I believe you were contacted to expect me for a ride to the coast?"

"You?" Dexter said, trying to not sound surprised. "What makes you think that?"

"Well. If you're looking to sneak off with the Lady's Jewel, you're going to need a guide. Being a former member of her crew, I can provide you some invaluable assistance."

"The ship's name is Lady?"

"Yessir." The vulpera nodded kindly. "Shall we?"

"No, no. You misunderstand." Dex shook his head. "I work alone. You're not coming with me."

The Vulpera brushed his hand through the rusty-red fur on top of his head then shrugged his meagerly lean body. He had a good build for such a skinny fox, the fact that little was hiding his torso seemed fun too. Dex quickly brushed those thoughts out of his mind as Eldren replied. "Well then, I guess you'll not have the inside scoop on my former shipmates."

"I guess not." Dexter said before turning and continuing down the road.

"W-wait! Okay I was bluffing. But I'm really here to help you! Come on now, do you really think they're just going to let you walk in there and take the jewel? It's worth half a million gold, literally..."

"What's it to you if I want to steal it?"

"Who hired you to find it?"

Dexter crossed his arms and shrugged. "Not sure. It was more of an anonymous hiring. I'm supposed to meet them tomorrow after the score. Why?"

"Because there's a few things about my crew you might need to know..."

"Not interested. And I'm not going to have you spoil the fun, I like to be surprised."

"Trust me. You'll be surprised..."

Dexter put his paw up and shook his head. "Not interested, and besides; what makes me think that you won't try to collect a piece of the reward I get after acquiring the jewel?"

"I--erm..."

Dexter snorted. "Thought so." He said. "Thanks, I'll find my own way." With a singular tip of his claw

The walk down to the shoreline wasn't so bad, Dexter stuck to the roads for the most part; only parting from it for the occasional orc or vulpera wandering the path, it took a few hours but at long last, he made it to the shore and could see his quarry about a quarter of a mile off the shore. Extracting a spyglass from his pocket, the rogue peered down the shaft at the ship; the red, crimson colored flags flapping in the breeze and several pairs of what looked like ears sweeping back and forth along the length of the ship. "Hrm." He grunted as he snapped the spyglass and reinserted it into his vest pocket. "Guess I'm gonna have to get movin' if I'm gonna make it back before dark." He said to himself.

"Need a boat?" The voice out of nowhere made Dexter jump, he spun around and his eyes met the Vulpera he'd met before. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I told you, I wanted to be your guide. I've got a boat tied up just off the dock over there. You can use it to get out there."

"Mmhmm. And what exactly do you get out of it?"

Eldren smiled. "A few gold maybe? I'm not asking much."

Dex growled and thrust a few coins in Eldren's hand. "Fine. Here. Don't say I never gave you nothing."

The vulpera smiled and pocketed the coins instantly. "Great. Thanks, you'll find it just over there. Just be careful when you get to the Lady. There's a lot more than jewels over there, might be more than you bargained for."

Dexter looked over his shoulder uneasily eyeing the boat in the distance. "Why? What can I ex-" He turned back and his sentence was cut off; Eldren had once again vanished. He groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. "What happened to him this time?" He said.

Just as the vulpera said, a small row boat was parked at the end of the pier. The more he looked it over, the more he realized it must have been left after being taken from its ship on the bay. The row over to the ship was quiet; only the sound of waves beating against the bottom side of the boat, followed by the eventual chorus of the waves splashing at the ship. He quickly and quietly tied the rope off and snagged the rope to climb up.

"So any word?" A voice caused Dex to freeze halfway up. Avoiding any noise, he quickly wrapped the rope around his wrist to hang for a moment.

"No, not yet." Another one said. "He really should have been back by now."

"Yeah. I guess."

Dexter suppressed a growl. That lying fox. He must have set him up, Dexter knew he couldn't have trusted him. His ears flicked, the sounds of the two above him leaving forced him to reaffirm his grip and climb up. Reaching the deck, Dexter crept into the shadows and about vanished completely as soon as the two vulpera returned.

"If he fails, he does know he's out. Right?"

"Trust me, he knows. But something tells me he isn't going to fail." The other one responded as their pace slowed. Dexter held his breath. "Did you smell something?" The red colored fox asked suddenly, Dexter felt his heart skip a beat.

"Smells the same as it always does." The blond-furred one replied. "Come on."

As the two patrolled the other direction, Dexter slipped through the door he'd pressed himself against and entered the ship's cabin, immediately descending the steps into the bowels of the vessel. He wasn't exactly sure where this jewel was he was looking for, but he always tended to have a nose for treasure. It was bound to be down here...somewhere? Dex let out a barely audible gasp and quickly ducked through a doorway as another Vulpera wandered by; this one a cloudy gray one, who paused, his tail flicked slightly and his ear twitched before returning to his previous wandering. As Dexter entered the next room, he turned around to see a box sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the passageway. "There it is..." He uttered softly before taking another step and entering the doorway.

Suddenly, a flutter of fabric fell down over Dex's face. The rogue gasped as he realized that it was a thin mesh net; the edges of the netting bound in a tough nylon that provided ample weight to push him off balance. If that wasn't enough, the blinding pain of electricity shocked through his body. "GRAHHHH!" His voice echoed as his body tightened up and the next sound he heard was the sound of his own body hitting the ground.

"Well, well..." The sound of a strange voice echoing through Dex's head roused him slightly, but he was still too weak to move, only spotting brief shadows of small paws surrounding him. "Looks like we were right after all. Got an intruder..."

"Hrrnn..." Dexter could hear his own voice before he even realized he was regaining consciousness. Something struck his hip, and he grunted louder. "The fuck...?" He muttered, still unaware of what was going on until he tried to move and he realized his arms were bound behind his back, and that he was laying on his stomach.

"Get up!" A voice forcibly said, followed by a painful impact of a kick to Dexter's ribs. "I'm talkin' to you!"

A tough guy? Dexter thought. From the way he swayed his hips as he walked around him, the fact that he was lying there naked in front of this fox told him everything he needed to know... "You know, these ropes are kind of tight." He said, stretching at his bindings and hearing them grind at the fur on his wrists. "You tie them yourself?"

"What. You changing the subject, thief?" He growled, pressing the blade of a short dagger against Dex's neck. "What are you doing here?"

"Right now...just getting lost in your eyes." Dexter said with a grin.

The vulpera paused for a moment, his ears flicking in response to the comment. Gritting his teeth he pressed the blade against Dex's neck again. "What are you playing at?"

"I don't know. You've got me tied up, naked. You can take me right now and your shipmates don't even have to know about it." He wagged his ass at the fox, who glanced at it briefly, his tail flicked slowly behind him, his tongue briefly exposed itself as it travelled from one side of his mouth to the other.

Dexter tugged at his ropes again, there was no way he was going to get out of this one without a few tricks from his mate's trick book, he stretched his body out as far as he could and wagged his backside again and to his delight, he felt the fox's claw lay against his ass. The rogue let out a soft moan. "That's it..." He growled in pleasure. "Just enjoy my ass, won't you?"

"Y-you think this is gonna get you out of this?" The vulpera asked, glancing around almost nervous to be caught.

"Up to you, ain't it?" Dex teased.

The fox smirked and unclipped his belt, letting it fall loose as he discarded his dagger and grabbed the back of Dexter's neck, Dex felt the wet warmth of something else slide along his ass, up the cleft and against his hole. On instinct the worgen pressed his hips back and the sound of the buckle clicking against the vulpera's pants as he pressed against Dex's backside a moan of pleasure slipped from the fox's lips as he more urgently pressed himself against the muscled mass. Crudely, the vulpera spit into the palm of his hand and began to stroke himself between the wolf's cheeks, each time his hand would squeeze closed the scent of his sex and the moisture of his spit would cause a squishing noise as his flesh passed between his fingers, causing a wet echo to fill the cabin. "Nnnnhh you like that, huh?" The fox's teasing voice whispered as his dry hump began to turn into a thick wet mess. Dexter wasn't normally into the submission thing, but he was strangely aroused by this; being unable to fight back against his captor and to have his ass teased like this made him hard as a rock.

"F-fuck yes." He whispered and tried to reach for his cock, but was unable. Instead his every muscle twitched and he felt the thick head of his captor push against his ring. "Nnnhhh!" He grunted as he felt it push in and slip around briefly before driving itself even deeper. "Hahh!" He panted as the vulpera rocked him back and plunged hard into him, Dexter could feel the male's balls flop dully against his own, rocking them forward before he pulled away for another hard drive. He could feel the fox's nails digging deeper into his hide, almost far enough down to penetrate his flesh, but his fur was providing a rather decent buffer. *clang* sounded the belt buckle as it clicked back against the fabric hanging from the vulpera's outfit. *clang, clang, clang* The beat sped up and through his fur, he could feel the male's pants slowly sliding down his slender form. Dexter's heart was racing as he growled and panted in response to the deep breeding as the flesh pushed further and harder into his ass.

"Well, well." A voice jarred their attention as the blond fox Dex saw earlier rounded the corner. "And here I thought this wasn't going to be another one of *those* captives." He insinuated with a wicked grin on his face. The crew's gonna like this one."

"The crew?" Dexter thought. So, the entire ship was manned by a literal mass of fucking gay foxes; perfect, he knew that this would be a good opportunity to get out of here. He tightened his ass and drove it toward the fox fucking him, making him gasp and grip firmly onto his hide. "So, you gonna just leave me here with my mouth dry?" He asked.

The blond fox was all-too-ready to take advantage of it as he undrew his trousers, letting them fall down, he left his tunic on, not much of a point to taking it off as he angled his cock and allowed the worgen to wrap his mouth around it. His tongue slithered around the salty flesh like a snake wrapping itself around a would-be victim. The vulpera gasped and moaned, immediately jettisoning a thick string of precum down his throat as he grabbed the back of Dexter's head and fully immersed his cock down the worgen's muzzle. He was impressively thick, but not long enough to work his way down his muzzle. Instead, pools of precum formed at the back of his tongue, and Dexter eagerly began to swallow. He knew that if he was going to get out of here, he would have to really play the part like Morrice would. He was surprised he felt so eager, his cock was already so erect that it was physically hurting him and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He knew that if he could get to his pack, he would be able to subdue them as soon as they came, but it was two feet away and his arms were bound. Plus getting spitroasted by a couple vulpera wasn't the worst thing in the world. He twisted his wrists more, he could feel the binds beginning to give, all the extra movement must have loosened the knots a little. He could feel the grip of the one behind him tighten, his thrusts getting a bit shorter, he was getting ready to burst. Dexter wriggled, trying to provoke him into a climax and it was working. He just needed to grab the powder from his satchel and he could be home free, he just needed to distract---distract...

Dexter's mind was racing, he almost didn't notice the fox behind him give off a howl of pleasure and suddenly empty his load, pump after pump into him. Now was his chance, he just had to clear his hands and--*snap* The ropes gave way, now just to pull away and grab his bag...

Suddenly, the urge overwhelmed him and instead of grabbing his bag, he grabbed the waist of the blond vulpera and drove his cock as far down his throat as he could. He hugged him tight and hard and began to suck it like sucking the venom from an open wound. This one stood no chance and with a tight hug of Dexter's head and with a gratuitous huff he too began to pump Dexter's mouth full. Dexter swallowed hard, but couldn't keep up with the copious amounts of seed, feeling it dripping and drooling from both corners of his mouth.

"Ffffffuck that was hot." The blond one said as the gray one slumped over Dex's ass panting.

"I'll say... I think we made a pretty good haul today. I wonder if the other boys are going to take a shine to him?"

This was his chance; quick as a flash, Dexter grabbed the vial from his pack and sprayed it into their faces, a quick cloud appeared and quickly evaporated and the vulpera laughter immediately ceased as both collapsed to the floor, instantly asleep from the substance. Dexter had little time to act now, it was a matter of moments before a guard would come by, and according to his contact this ship had a crew of six, more than enough to take down a single worgen, even one as wiley as he was. Grabbing his satchel, he guessed from the weight that his clothes were stored inside, but he had no time to change, he needed to snatch the jewel and escape quickly. He broke the bindings on his ankles and bolted to the adjoining cabin where the box was, shoving it into his bag he made his way toward the upper deck.

"Caught you!" A white furred vulpera threw himself into the worgen as he fled the door while two more immediately grabbed his ankles. "You're not going anywhere!"

"Oh, what's this?" The third; a red-furred vulpera eyed the semi-erect worgen shaft. "It looks like it wants to play, does it want to play with me?"

The near-squeal in his voice gave Dexter the opportunity, he grabbed the white worgen around his neck and drew him into a wet, sloppy kiss. He yelped in surprise for a moment, then began to return the affections, instantly growing a thick arousal in his pants, which Dexter took advantage of by stripping him bare in an instant and wrapping his tongue around his cock too. The third vulpera; this one a silvery-furred chap, pushed Dexter over and his hands hit the deck just looming over the red one, who was already stripping himself and rolling over to bare his ass for the rogue. Dexter felt the sting of the silver fox pressing his cock into him; he was clearly the big-leagues of the crew and was a bit thicker and longer than the others. Dexter howled in pleasure as he pressed himself between the cheeks of the one now under him. The third pulled his head down low so very little room remained over the red fox and he scooted down instead to meet the cock angled down over his ass. He eagerly accepted the wogen's cock, and either being well practiced at taking such a size or well practiced at hiding the pain, took the worgen into his tight little hole. He howled in joy as the three of them worked on Dexter; fucking him, being sucked by him and being heavily fucked by him as he slammed the third fox relentlessly into the floorboards of the ship's deck. He couldn't reach the knockout gas this time, he had to finish them off to have the chance and he tightened his rear to give the silver one plenty of ass to plow into.

The first one to let loose was the one being fucked by him; the little red one let out a cry of pleasure as he came hard into the floorboards; all three could hear the sound of a geyser splashing against the slick wood under them. His claws dug into the floor so deep that scratch marks would be inevitable. Dexter fought every bit, but eventually the combination was too much for him, and he came too. His cum flooding the fox to the point where it forced his cock out and a waterfall of cum poured down the smaller fox's ass. The orgasm proved enough for the silver fox and he came as well, pouring a second load into the worgen as he writhed on the floor. Finally, the third member; the white one riding Dex's face came, several shots fired deep into his gullet, then two more across his face after it shot like a cannon from his mouth. The grips on his body loosened enough and he once again grabbed the canister and sprayed the last of his gas into their three faces; they all crumpled together and when he finally lifted his body, they collided with one another, sinking into one cum-covered lump on the deck and leaving the rogue the last one standing.

Finally free to leave, Dexter pulled his pack to his shoulder and was nearly to the ledge when he heard a single pair of hands clapping. Looking back he was surprised to see Eldren sitting in a chair near the bow of the ship, wearing nothing but a captain's hat and a fully loaded cock between his legs; which he was slowly polishing at the head. "Well, well. You've definitely out-performed my crew." He said.

"Your crew?" Dexter repeated. "Huh. I'm not surprised." He tightened the grip on his bag.

"Oh, you can keep the jewel. I really wanted to help you get it; there's just... one thing I'd like before you go. Honor among thieves and all that." "And what's that?"

Coyly, Eldren gestured to his cock; words didn't even have to describe what it was he wanted. The thought intrigued Dexter, and carefully, he lowered his satchel and approached him. Honor among thieves, huh? He walked over to the small Vulpera with the thick cock sitting before him and decided that one last round wouldn't be a bad thing. The chair was fairly large for the fox, and fairly small for the worgen, but he figured a direct approach would be best. He straddled the chair and lowered himself onto the vulpera's thick pike, effortlessly sliding himself onto it without much resistance at all. He was afraid he would have crushed the fox under his weight, but instead, the captain thrust upward, deeply embedding the shaft in his ass. Both of them moaned and Dexter's thick flesh quickly came to life again, wetly sliding along the vulpera's chest. Dexter leaned back, feeling Eldren grab his ass and spread the cheeks apart, letting him slide down again and again. After all, he was in control, right?

Eldren grasped the worgen's cock and began to play with it, leaving Dex to do the squatting and lifting of the flesh as the fox made quick work of both his precum and his dried cum slickening his shaft. Deeper and deeper Eldren's cock went until Dexter could feel the pillowy balls under his rump he leaned back to gain more leverage and Eldren did his best to work his cock into his mouth. Their grunts turned into growls of pleasure as their bodies continued to grind together; even Eldren's overly ambitious thrusts provided a bit of an auditory slap every now and again as they picked up the pace. Their bodies flexed and melded together, Eldren's hands wandering up and down Dexter's thick, muscular body as his shaft continually flopped in and out of his mouth. He hadn't expected to get so close to a second orgasm so quickly, and that's when he felt it; the quaking of the small vulpera's body under his and a cry of pleasure as he began to unload his spunk again and again into the worgen's body, only to have it mostly spill right back out all over his lap. The smell of sex, the taste of that pre still on his tongue, Dexter couldn't help but howl his lungs out as he finally lunged back and set off a second volley of cum; completely soaking the fox captain under him.

When all was said and done, Dexter slowly rose from Eldren's lap with a wild grin on his face. He turned and returned to his satchel picking it up before bowing to the captain. "Well, that was fun, perhaps we should try this again next time. Maybe invite my mate along for the fun?"

"Next time we're in port, I'll have to set aside some time for shore leave." He said with a smile.

"Well then, until next time." Dexter replied. "My potion should be wearing off soon, so I've got to go. Have a good night, Eldren."

"And to you as well, Dexter." Eldren waved as the rogue dove from the ship and into the cool bay waters below. "In the end, I'll definitely see you again... guard, were you able to get it?"

"Yessir!" The grey vulpera appeared from the cabin door holding the box in his hand. "Got it out right from under his nose, should I...ahh...wait for you to get a little more presentable or--"

"Just give it here, you moron." Eldren rolled his eyes and took the box, opening it immediately.

Expecting to see the bluish-green jewel inside, the vulpera was disappointed by what he saw; a single strip of paper with some writing on it. Peering closer and taking it out he read the words: "Next time..." on it. With a growl, he crumpled the strip up in his hand.

It was well after dark by the time Dexter returned to shore to find Morrice waiting for him by a campfire just like he'd promised. A coy glance passed between the two and Morrice presented his mate with a warm blanket. "So, how'd it go?"

"I had to improvise a little bit, but I got it." He said, extracting the gem from his bag and handing it to Morrice."

"Improvise? Howso?" He asked.

"Let's just say...I took a page from the novel-de-Morrice." He said with a grin before giving him a wet kiss.

THE END