Chapter 43 - Sinking into the Quagmire
'What do you want to be when you grow up, my girl?'
'A great sea captain! I wanna be a cool captain just like you, Dad!'
At twelve years old, Morgan Tomco's dream was, in her bold and boisterous way, to follow right in her father's footsteps and become a notorious pirate queen.
But after her fifteenth birthday passed, her thoughts started to shift a little.
It wasn't that she'd grown tired of seafaring life. With her father's blood running through her veins, Morgan loved the salt spray as much as anyone.
No, it was just that she was starting to get curious about other things.
Things like the opposite sex, for instance.
The trigger for her awakening? The loose tongues of her fellow sailors.
Thanks to her flawless disguise, the crew thought Morgan was undeniably a boy, so they shared everything with their young navigator without a hint of restraint.
Fishing rods, knives, guns, tables, clothes. Even toothbrushes that sometimes left them wondering whose was whose.
And she was always invited to those giggling, candlelit sessions in the cabins where they held their vulgar storytelling contests.
Of course, if Captain Tomco found out, heads would've rolled—and a few did, dragged off for reasons unknown and beaten to a pulp.
But Morgan usually joined in without refusing.
It was a golden opportunity for the crew, after all—a chance to legally tease the hell out of the fearsome captain's son.
'Your little brother took on three girls in one night? F-for real?'
'Nah, my little bro was the one with three. There was only one girl. What'd you expect?'
'...That's bragging, you idiot. Ugh.'
'Heh heh. You're the ones who believe a virgin like him could satisfy three girls in a single night.'
Every time they spilled tales of their dockside flings with lovers or whores, their navigator would show her inexperience plain as day, fumbling awkwardly.
The sailors would roar with laughter and rib her mercilessly.
But who was really the fool? Not a single one of those braggarts who claimed to know women like the back of their hand realized Morgan was the only girl there.
"That make any sense? I've already been caught by three or four guys..."
Morgan, who'd been interrupted mid-story while straddling me, rested her hand on the dagger hilt.
"...I'll hear the rest. Sorry."
Maybe Tomco had deliberately surrounded his daughter with blind idiots.
Or maybe he'd caught on to a few who tried stripping her pants off and put bullets through them, sending them overboard.
A couple had slipped off the railing mid-piss and vanished, after all.
Whatever the case, Morgan ended up hitting twenty without a single romance, just her curiosity ballooning wildly.
And at some point, she started gnawing her nails in frustration.
Caught between burning questions and pent-up desire.
What the hell is sex like? What's the mystery hiding in those pants of theirs...?
"Doyou wanntryit?"
Morgan scowled at Esen's interruption this time.
"What're you mumbling with that plucked chicken look?"
"Something like, 'Didn't you ever wanna try it with your crewmates?'"
"...You're a genius at understanding moron-speak."
"This bitch..."
"She called you a bitch."
"I got that one."
The bound and naked Esen twisted like she wanted to smack someone, but Morgan just grinned and flipped her off with one finger.
Even in a situation like this, they're still battling it out mentally. Both of them seemed unbreakable.
"With stinky, salt-crusted sailors? Am I crazy? Plus, I've known these idiots since they were practically kids—they feel like family or brothers. Could you fuck your uncle or little brother?"
"Got it."
"And if I just grabbed any random sailor and yanked his pants down, what do you think would happen? It'd ruin not just me, but Dad's reputation too."
"But I'm okay? Some lowly porter. If we get caught, it won't end with just my gender being exposed."
I could already picture the rumors.
The porter finally nailed the sea conqueror Tomco's daughter too. A lust-crazed incubus spawn.
In that case, it'd brand both me and Morgan in ways we couldn't shake off.
...Tomco would probably try smashing my head with a deck hammer.
I'd dreamed of a life that wasn't glorious but at least wasn't fucked.
Swore to live as a porter, keeping my dick in my pants.
So why the hell was I getting this spectacularly screwed right now?
Morgan eyed me up and down, her face flushing a bit as I tried to shove thoughts of a charging Tomco out of my head.
Of course, her gaze lingered up top on my face... and down below on my cock.
She was still inspecting my dick like it was some exotic artifact, her ignorant breaths hot against it.
Almost like she was testing my patience on purpose.
"Y'know, back in the day, I fantasized about some handsome enemy prince challenging Dad, or a hero borrowing our ship to fight a sea demon... and our eyes meeting, me losing my virginity in some glamorous way..."
"Boo-hoo."
"...She's right this time. What an idiot. No one's sane enough to challenge Tomco, sea demons don't survive the ocean goddess's embrace, and..."
Morgan swallowed hard, tentatively brushing her lips against my glans.
She flushed crimson to her ears under Esen's mocking sneer.
"You're pretty well-hung, and... your technique's solid. For a one-time first experience, better with someone good at it, right?"
"Technique matters. Only someone with experience can control the pressure right."
The sisters nodded, and Morgan seemed to regain her resolve.
She planted light kisses on my glans one after another, like she thought it'd get me going.
After passionately going back and forth between the sisters' embrace just moments ago, such feather-light teasing barely registered.
But that innocent approach was starting to turn me on.
"Plus, you keep secrets tight, right? Like how you guys went at it so loud earlier, all flashy and..."
Morgan glanced at the sisters, then dropped her head, avoiding their eyes.
"Anyway, we were noisy, but Dad hasn't shown up—hell, no one's come."
"Even if you're louder and more intense than us, your father won't know. The soundproofing's perfect—go wild."
The sister smiled warmly, licking Morgan's earlobe.
A violating sensation worlds apart from lukewarm pecks.
Morgan shuddered, ducking her even redder face.
...She's gonna start smoking from the ears at this rate. Total newbie vibes.
Her anticipation looked off the charts too.
Esen gave her cold assessment.
"Chyyeobihiyyeo."
"What?"
Virgin bitch.
"No clue this time."
"Sounded like an insult. Whatever, later."
Shaking her head to clear it, Morgan nodded firmly with a determined look.
"First, a kiss."
"A kiss?"
—————
"Hahk, huff...!"
Honestly, my head was getting a little fuzzy too.
A stunning twenty-year-old with the looks to make girls swoon.
A tall, dashing frame that suited hearty cries of "Weigh anchor!" on deck.
And now, that guy was utterly lost in female heat, greedily devouring my mouth.
Her bangs stuck messily to her sweaty forehead, her breaths ragged as she kept pressing closer.
Saliva was sticky. Our jaws were glued together in a sloppy tangle.
She must've loved the texture of her first real kiss.
Her tongue dove in too deep, too eagerly.
When I gently pushed back with mine, coiling it around for a swirl, her eyebrows twitched, and she grabbed my collar, clinging harder.
Not cautious like Esen, who held back to avoid hurting me with her strength, nor as thickly skilled as the sisters, born for sexual inversion.
Just plain passionate.
This raw simplicity, this everyday fervor—it was irresistibly hot.
Where had my self-control and sense of duty gone?
Maybe holding back till twenty-four had snapped the reins too fiercely, leaving me unable to tell if this path led to paradise or the grave.
The terror of defiling Tomco's daughter had long vanished from my mind.
Proof? My fingers naturally slipping under her leather pants' belt.
Caressing that smooth skin, sharply divided between tanned and pale, crossing the boundary like violation.
I gripped her twitching waist tight, overlapping our lips more intensely, stroking leisurely while massaging her scalp.
Every sensation was new to her. Her helpless gasps were adorable.
Her ass wasn't huge, but it had a bouncy, yielding volume.
As I slowly peeled off her T-shirt, Morgan let out a wary "Ugh..."
But she cooperatively raised her arms.
Her exposed breasts were about Esen's size.
Unable to resist, I tugged her bra down with my teeth.
As the fabric grazed her nipple, she shivered with goosebumps but subtly thrust her chest forward.
Expectant eyes. Looked like I had to give it my all.
Slowly, carefully.
Those thick, well-shaped nipples were tempting.
Minding her wariness, I started from the edges, kneading gently.
No fancy techniques.
Maybe in her fantasies fueled by all those boastful tales, she'd hoped for more.
But I just woke her nerves leisurely, like a soft knock.
The nerves slumbering beneath that pristine milky skin.
"This... feels weird..."
I savored the feel, squeezing a handful, then drenched the pretty pink gradient tip in saliva.
Morgan's long, toned limbs twitched bit by bit.
Her reactions to the unfamiliar pleasure were clumsy, but all the more genuine for it.
"Is it... ngh. Supposed to... be like this...?"
"Like what?"
"Tell me honestly, or I won't know."
The sister whispered sweetly, encouraging her, and Morgan confessed, eyes teary, glaring at the floor.
"Between my legs... it stings."
"You're in heat."
The sister's matter-of-fact judgment.
Monica slipped her hand straight into Morgan's pant crotch without hesitation, as the virgin squirmed in embarrassment.
Her untouched slit jumped at the first permitted touch.
A weird jealousy bloomed in me—it wasn't my hand.
Monica withdrew her index and middle fingers, spreading them wide to show off the glistening strands of arousal stretching like spider silk.
"A virgin, and already this soaked."
"Uwooo...!"
"She's plenty ready, Tan. Shall we start the main event, nice and slow?"
She was drenched beyond belief.
No doubt there.
The juices flowing from sheer anticipation were more than enough lube.
And yet.
Still.
"Whoa—! It huuuurts—?!"
...Yeah. That's about right.