Night Watch
by John FCCF Poseyabout 3 hours ago
•long read•hot intensityThe deck of the Lillien Knights’ ship was quiet under a high full moon. Most of the crew had gone below. B. Jenet stood at the rail in her purple dress, the long slit baring one lean leg all the way to the garter. Salt wind tugged at her blonde hair. She turned at the sound of heavy footsteps.
Tizoc had left the griffin mask in his cabin. Without it his face looked softer, almost boyish for a man of his size, though nothing else about him was soft. Seven feet of packed muscle filled the moonlight. The black wrestling tights left nothing to the imagination—his thick cock already half-hard from the way she had looked at him all evening.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” Jenet’s voice was low and amused.
“Not when the captain keeps staring at my cock like she wants to steal it.”
She laughed, the sound bright and hungry, then closed the space between them. Her hand pressed flat against the heavy outline, squeezing. Tizoc’s breath left him in a rough exhale. She tugged the waistband down. His cock sprang free—long, thick, the heavy head already wet. Jenet dropped to her knees on the wooden deck without ceremony.
She wrapped both hands around the shaft and licked a slow stripe from the base to the tip, tasting the clean salt of his skin. Then she opened her mouth and took him in. Wet heat closed around the head. She sucked hard, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as she worked more of him deeper. Spit slicked the thick length. The wet sounds of oral sex mixed with the soft slap of waves against the hull. Tizoc’s big hand settled in her hair, not pushing, just holding while she bobbed, taking him until the head nudged the back of her throat. She moaned around the thickness and the vibration made his hips jerk.
Jenet pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him with both fists, looking up. “Still think I’m only after treasure?”
He hauled her up, spun her to face the rail, and shoved the purple dress up over her hips. She wore nothing underneath. Two thick fingers slid between her thighs and sank into her already soaked pussy. Jenet gasped, pushing back onto them. He curled those fingers and rubbed firm circles over her clit until her legs trembled. Then he dropped to one knee behind her, spread her open with his thumbs, and dragged his tongue through her slick folds. He licked deep, sucked her clit, fucked her with his tongue while she gripped the rail and moaned into the night wind. She came hard, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around nothing as a rush of wetness coated his tongue and chin.
Tizoc stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her dripping slit. He pushed in slow. The broad head stretched her open. Inch after thick inch sank into her tight heat until he was buried to the root. Both of them groaned. He stayed deep for a long moment, letting her feel every pulse, then began to thrust—long, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her breath stutter.
Jenet braced on the rail and pushed back to meet every thrust. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the quiet deck. He reached around, one hand covering her breast, the other rubbing her clit in tight circles while he fucked her deep and steady. She came again, pussy fluttering and squeezing around his cock, a fresh flood of wetness soaking his balls.
He pulled out, turned her, and lifted her easily. Her legs locked around his waist. Tizoc carried her two steps to a coil of rope and sat, keeping her impaled. Jenet planted her hands on his broad shoulders and rode him hard, bouncing on the thick shaft, the wet sound of her pussy taking every inch loud and filthy under the moon. He thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass, spreading her wider so he could watch his cock disappear into her again and again.
When her thighs started to shake he stood, still buried inside her, and walked them to the low bench against the cabin wall. He laid her back, draped her legs over his arms, and drove into her with long, rolling strokes. The new angle let the head of his cock drag over that perfect spot on every thrust. Jenet’s blue eyes glazed. Her mouth fell open on broken cries. The bench creaked under the force of his hips.
“Inside,” she demanded, voice rough. “Fill me. I want every drop of it.”
Tizoc’s rhythm broke. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her pussy in heavy pulses. Jenet’s walls clenched around him, milking every spurt as the hot flood of his creampie filled her. Some of it leaked out around his still-twitching cock, dripping down her thighs onto the wood.
He stayed deep, breathing hard, forehead pressed to hers. Jenet’s fingers traced the lines of muscle across his shoulders, a satisfied, wicked smile on her lips.
“Next time,” she murmured, “we do this in my cabin. With the door locked.”
Tizoc laughed low, the sound rumbling through both of them, and kissed her—deep, claiming, the taste of her still on his tongue. Above them the moon kept watch while the ship carried its captain and her wrestler toward the next horizon.
Tizoc had left the griffin mask in his cabin. Without it his face looked softer, almost boyish for a man of his size, though nothing else about him was soft. Seven feet of packed muscle filled the moonlight. The black wrestling tights left nothing to the imagination—his thick cock already half-hard from the way she had looked at him all evening.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” Jenet’s voice was low and amused.
“Not when the captain keeps staring at my cock like she wants to steal it.”
She laughed, the sound bright and hungry, then closed the space between them. Her hand pressed flat against the heavy outline, squeezing. Tizoc’s breath left him in a rough exhale. She tugged the waistband down. His cock sprang free—long, thick, the heavy head already wet. Jenet dropped to her knees on the wooden deck without ceremony.
She wrapped both hands around the shaft and licked a slow stripe from the base to the tip, tasting the clean salt of his skin. Then she opened her mouth and took him in. Wet heat closed around the head. She sucked hard, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as she worked more of him deeper. Spit slicked the thick length. The wet sounds of oral sex mixed with the soft slap of waves against the hull. Tizoc’s big hand settled in her hair, not pushing, just holding while she bobbed, taking him until the head nudged the back of her throat. She moaned around the thickness and the vibration made his hips jerk.
Jenet pulled off with a wet pop, stroking him with both fists, looking up. “Still think I’m only after treasure?”
He hauled her up, spun her to face the rail, and shoved the purple dress up over her hips. She wore nothing underneath. Two thick fingers slid between her thighs and sank into her already soaked pussy. Jenet gasped, pushing back onto them. He curled those fingers and rubbed firm circles over her clit until her legs trembled. Then he dropped to one knee behind her, spread her open with his thumbs, and dragged his tongue through her slick folds. He licked deep, sucked her clit, fucked her with his tongue while she gripped the rail and moaned into the night wind. She came hard, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around nothing as a rush of wetness coated his tongue and chin.
Tizoc stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her dripping slit. He pushed in slow. The broad head stretched her open. Inch after thick inch sank into her tight heat until he was buried to the root. Both of them groaned. He stayed deep for a long moment, letting her feel every pulse, then began to thrust—long, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her breath stutter.
Jenet braced on the rail and pushed back to meet every thrust. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the quiet deck. He reached around, one hand covering her breast, the other rubbing her clit in tight circles while he fucked her deep and steady. She came again, pussy fluttering and squeezing around his cock, a fresh flood of wetness soaking his balls.
He pulled out, turned her, and lifted her easily. Her legs locked around his waist. Tizoc carried her two steps to a coil of rope and sat, keeping her impaled. Jenet planted her hands on his broad shoulders and rode him hard, bouncing on the thick shaft, the wet sound of her pussy taking every inch loud and filthy under the moon. He thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass, spreading her wider so he could watch his cock disappear into her again and again.
When her thighs started to shake he stood, still buried inside her, and walked them to the low bench against the cabin wall. He laid her back, draped her legs over his arms, and drove into her with long, rolling strokes. The new angle let the head of his cock drag over that perfect spot on every thrust. Jenet’s blue eyes glazed. Her mouth fell open on broken cries. The bench creaked under the force of his hips.
“Inside,” she demanded, voice rough. “Fill me. I want every drop of it.”
Tizoc’s rhythm broke. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her pussy in heavy pulses. Jenet’s walls clenched around him, milking every spurt as the hot flood of his creampie filled her. Some of it leaked out around his still-twitching cock, dripping down her thighs onto the wood.
He stayed deep, breathing hard, forehead pressed to hers. Jenet’s fingers traced the lines of muscle across his shoulders, a satisfied, wicked smile on her lips.
“Next time,” she murmured, “we do this in my cabin. With the door locked.”
Tizoc laughed low, the sound rumbling through both of them, and kissed her—deep, claiming, the taste of her still on his tongue. Above them the moon kept watch while the ship carried its captain and her wrestler toward the next horizon.