Glorious Waves: Not Quite Bilena's
Not as flashy as Bilena's, sure. But there was still some serious resistance. Morgan bragged that she'd at least masturbated before, acting all tough while taking the impact of the waves crashing against the ship with her body, claiming her hymen was already torn anyway. I wouldn't know if that's something worth bragging about since I'm not a girl. She even bluffed a bit, saying sex couldn't be that big a deal, and it couldn't hurt that much—like getting shot by a bullet or something.
But...
"Euuuaaaahhh!"
...I did say I wanted a glorious first time, didn't I? Yeah, this scream was definitely glorious. The grinding, tearing sensation transmitted straight to my dick told me her membrane wasn't as torn as she thought. Her pussy, taking in something thicker than fingers for the first time, quivered and resisted fiercely. Morgan tried to control her body somehow, but as Esen said, getting skewered on a forearm-thick meat skewer made that pretty damn hard.
The Morgan who'd laugh heartily and slice off an octopus monster's tentacles clinging to the ship was now hiccuping like a little girl, wiping tears with her wrist.
"Hey, is this thing supposed to feel like this...?"
"Sniff. Hey, you crying?"
"I'm not crying, you bitch...!"
No conviction there. Even her response was mixed with tears. Esen stared at her with eyes full of mockery, like it was the funniest thing ever.
...Honestly, though, it didn't seem like there was much else Esen could do. Who had it worse, really?
"I said I'm noooot."
"Ah, shit! I said I'm not cryyyying—!"
Morgan, trembling all over, suddenly caught sight of my expression and flushed bright red.
"You... why do you look like that? Shouldn't you be enjoying this more?"
"W-well, it feels good, of course, but to really get into it, I think we need to go a bit deeper."
It was tantalizing for me too. She'd only taken in about half of half, after all. I added a timid polite suffix to the end—porter's principle. In close quarters with a combatant, watch your mouth.
"S-so what I'm saying is, I'm popping the cherry of none other than Morgan Tomco. Doesn't your heart go doki-doki or something?"
...She's got some strong self-awareness. Though she has the looks to back it up.
"How's the feel inside me? Not weird, right? It's good?"
"...I'll be honest. I don't really like virgins that much."
"Y-you little shi—"
"Of course, knowing I'm your first makes me secretly thrilled. But more than that, seeing you cry and struggle like this... it kinda makes me feel bad."
"Ah."
"Sex is supposed to feel good, right? But if you're in pain, it's hard for both of us to enjoy it. What can I do? I'll just have to try harder. For now, let's stay like this until you calm down. No forcing it."
Morgan furrowed her brows hard, swallowing tears desperately as she muttered.
"Fine. I'll try not to cry. Just wait a bit."
"Got it. Don't push yourself. By the way, a guy who's been a virgin up until a month ago sure talks smooth, huh, Tan."
That's a gut-wrenching fact that rips my heart to shreds, sis.
Sis smiled broadly, then pressed close to Morgan's back, saying she'd help a little. Just the warmth of the embrace seemed to steady her a lot; Morgan let out a shallow sigh and regulated her breathing. And little by little...
"Hng...?"
Her brows twitched. The pussy, stiff from tension, started spasming and writhing. Something was off. I shot Sis a questioning look.
"What the hell did you do to Morgan?"
"...Doesn't feel like you're glaring at me like some villain, but close enough."
"You know I can use all sorts of healing arts, right? Infusing vitality, erasing wounds."
"Yeah. You're an outstanding healer aptitude holder, sis."
"The power I'm injecting into Morgan now is a kind of healing art too. It turns pain into pleasure. Just a tiny bit."
What the fu—
"Saying it like that scares me. You're kidding, right?"
"Of course I don't use that power casually. But she was suffering so much, so just this once."
Leaning into Morgan's ear as she gasped and shuddered, unable to even breathe properly, Sis whispered slyly.
"No next time. Just a little taste. Of the pleasure when you get used to it."
Her pussy started softening gradually. And heating up. Accordingly, Morgan's wide hips began to descend bit by bit. Like a skewer of cheese and meat stuck in front of a campfire, oil bubbling as it slowly slides down toward the handle.
"Hoo, ugh...?"
Worried it'd suddenly pierce through and hurt her, I grabbed her waist and supported her a little. Then, the vibrations of her body transmitted clearly to my fingertips. Like the tremors before a full earthquake hits.
"Haguk...! Ah... it huuurts...!"
"...Do we really have to call her right now?"
My dick was plowing through paradise, but my head felt the phantom pain of a bullet—absurd. My immersion nearly shattered as I grumbled softly. But Morgan wasn't in any state to process words. Her dazed descent continued. Gently lifted by a porter's strength, kindly lowered—a long journey. Time stretched endlessly, a single ecstatic insertion. And finally, when Morgan's smooth lower belly landed on mine. The moment she perfectly completed her first voyage, her pussy walls clinging flawlessly to every inch of my dick.
Even as every muscle in her face cramped from mouth to eyes, Morgan wore a faintly proud expression. But that was it. Trying to lift her hips for the first back-and-forth, her legs gave out, and she collapsed right back down. The glans delivering a critical hit deep inside. Morgan went.
Big time.
"E, uh."
Her squirting juices splattered messily across my belly like foam on sand. Tears she'd been holding back poured from her unfocused eyes. Her tongue lolled out like she'd actually been struck.
"Huk...?"
Her eyes rolled back slowly. And finally, her upper body flopped onto me.
"Morgan? Morgan?"
"F-fuuuck..."
With those last words soaked in humiliation and disappointment, Morgan drifted off to dreamland.
...Damn. I hadn't even gotten close to cumming. But that wasn't the issue. I hadn't expected that luxury with a virgin anyway. The real problem was Morgan's eyes didn't look like they'd open anytime soon. From the heavy feel in my hands, experience told me it'd be a while before she came back to her senses. Her mind had straight-up snapped.
"This is pretty disconcerting."
"Namahakka."
Of course, you're probably more disconcerted, having watched the whole thing bound up...
"S-sis. Could you help a bit? We need to lay her down pro—"
"Incoming fire—! Drop the sails and grip the wheel tight! If you don't wanna fall, clench that ass and hold on—!"
What?
"Hard to port, helmsman! Turn now! You wanna di— The navigator's gone? Morgan, you bitch, show up now or I'll maroon you on a deserted island—!"
My heart went cold. Shaking Morgan lightly to check her state, I glanced cautiously at Esen and Sis.
"What do we do?"
"...Jotetta."
—————
A sea battle? What the hell is this bolt from the blue? My pounding heart from moments ago shrank in fear now. Half from the battle itself. The other half from Tomco finding out.
Thankfully, the goddess didn't abandon us heartlessly. She responded to Sis's prayer with a message. Following the Mother Goddess's advice, Sis unbound Esen, who danced a brief, vigorous tap routine on her restraints in glee at her freedom. Then she proposed a truly primitive yet simple solution. One no healing art could replicate.
A massive, glorious bruise bloomed on Morgan's cheek. She sniffed, nose still threatening to bleed, and lifted her head proudly. Even after the healer's touch, the fresh handprint remained on her daughter's face. Captain Tomco's eye twitched. It was beyond absurd.
"Reporting in!"
"Where the hell were you... and who smacked you this time... no. Never mind. I'll ask later. Don't even wanna know."
"Aye, Captain!"
Morgan shouted with a refreshingly clear expression. The worry darkening Tomco's face grew thicker.
"Escort the guests to their cabins. Tell 'em not to come out till the fight's over."
"Hey, we can fight too."
"I know you're combatants, but you're not shiphands. Protecting passengers is our job. You gonna make the Handgun Party infamous for borrowing guest hands?"
"Infamous?"
"If they board our ship and put a blade to your throats, fight or not's up to you. But till then, it's our burden. Got it?"
"Understood. If you need healing, just say the word. We'll come running!"
"Cut the funny talk. Cannon fire's already incoming from the start. We're out of range for now. Don't wanna lose your head? Stay holed up in your cabins till the sea pros finish the job."
Sis soothed grumbling Esen and led the way out. Morgan followed right after. The deck lurched, throwing off my step; I couldn't keep up in time. Nearly lost balance and crashed into Tomco's chest.
"Ugh, sorry...!"
"Whatever. You get outta here too."
If I could, I'd have bolted faster than light. But balancing was no joke. This rocking—I'd never get used to it. Tomco standing steady even as the ship tilted? Impressive. As I nodded and reached for the door handle—
"Hold it."
Suddenly, a pirate sword slammed into the door beside it. My fingers weren't cut. But it was close enough to feel the cold steel. I yanked my trembling hand back.
"Eh?"
"If—and just if—I'm not onto something specific here."
Doesn't sound like it, with that confident grilling tone. I tried to school my expression. And screamed internally. What the hell have I done?
"Any idea why Morgan's making that face? Hmm?"
"What face?"
Tomco glared at me like she could see through me, then pulled the sword from the door and shoved me outside.
"Nah. Probably just me overthinking. Jumping to conclusions."
"Y-yeah, guess so."
"And pray it's just that. For your sake too. We'll talk after the battle."
Mom...!
"Shut it, old man. You threatening our porter right now?"
Esen...!
The ship rocked again; I clung desperately to my savior's hem, pretending it was an accident. Esen steadied me firmly by the back, setting me upright.
"Legs like yours shaking like paper? Wanna keep making me babysit?"
As Esen affectionately smoothed my hair, Tomco's eyes widened. Then her twisted smirk and narrowed eyes relaxed into relief.
...I could guess what she thought. Yeah, you'd be right, Tomco. All of it, unfortunately. Touched Esen, so I didn't touch your daughter? Way too complacent. Sorry, but this bastard on your ship is trash beyond imagination...!
"I bet my life's short. Gonna get struck by lightning any day. I can feel it."
"Then stick tight to me. I'll tank a few bolts for you, no problem."
"Why are you so reliable... I love you...!"
As I clung, sniffling in anxiety, Esen made a smug-yet-annoyed contradictory face.
"Love me, huh? You asshole. Leaving me tied up for over an hour doing nothing? You kidding?"
"...Sorry. What'll make you forgive me?"
"Five rounds. No pulling out."
Esen spat it out without hesitation. Just then, a cannonball splashed ahead of the ship. I dropped flat and replied.
"What'd you say...?"
"Like with Bilena. Raw, obviously. Answer quick. I'm leaving you."
"Hey, my legs are jelly—I can't walk alone!"
"Three, two."
"I'll do it! I said I'll do it—!"
"Noted."
Esen grinned. Then turned, scowled. Despite her epic first time minutes ago, Morgan strode the deck bellowing orders like nothing happened. Legs wobbling occasionally, sure. Esen narrowed her eyes darkly.
"Look at her putting on airs. That born sperm warehouse."
"Feels like I need to wash my ears."
"Clean 'em yourself. Before I suck 'em clean with my mouth."
"Mad?"
"Furious."
Esen eyed the enemy ship emerging from the fog. Its hull was painted pitch black, no identifying marks. Not even a flag—just plain black. Unlike Tomco's ship, flying the pirate jolly roger proudly emblazoned with "Handgun."
Even I could tell what that meant. They came with intent. Like an assassin in a mask. But Esen showed no fear. Instead, she growled bloodthirstily.
"Means those fuckers are screwed too. Come any closer, and I'll turn 'em to meat paste."
"I get wanting to vent on them. But this is the open sea. Even you gotta be careful! If you fall in—"
"Fall in and what? What's the worry? Forgot who's on our side?"
A gust whipped past my ears. I blinked, looking up. Beyond the tangled fog and clouds...
"Holy shit."
"What you saw last time wasn't a dragon. That was Nidroga's courtesy service."
Enormous wings cast a shadow over the battlefield. Like a hawk slinking above two rabbits. Esen grinned proudly up at the distant terror.
"That's a real dragon."