Much like at the tavern, there was music and singing and dancing, and the ale flowed freely.
Unlike the tavern, there was no ban on public sex.
Ada found herself in another predicament. She wanted to stay and watch all the fucking and rutting and sucking and sweating that was happing out on deck as the party quickly devolved into an orgy. But it was proving all too inspiring, and she wasn’t sure whether or not Pasco had told the crew about her… condition. If he had, how had they reacted? He’d been too busy getting them out on the sea and then she’d been too distracted by the view to ask.
Pasco was still dancing, and she went and grabbed his wrist and pulled her to him. “Unless you’re gonna tie me to the wheel of this thing, I am not gonna last.”
Pasco grinned, his eyes darting back and forth between Ada and the wheel of the ship.
Ada’s heart skipped. She hadn’t been serious, but she had suggested it. Gods, that would be… horrific. Amazing. Torturous. She might actually lose her mind. Did she want that? Or not? The question itself made her even more aroused.
Ada was interrupted from her thoughts by Pasco scooping her up off of her feet. Pasco seemed to have made up his mind, and he carried her below deck.
“Your idea was very tempting,” he said as they were alone, “but I prepared something for you and I wanted to show you.” He carried her back towards the stern of the ship and through a heavy wooden door, into the captain’s quarters.
The room was large and nearly empty except for pile upon pile of velvet cushions. A mismatched array of rugs covered the floor, some simple furs, others woven with intricate patterns.
With all of the furniture cleared out, there would be just enough room for Ada to comfortably become a dragon, though she would not be able to stand to her full height. And the back of the room was lined with windows. Pasco set Ada down and she rushed over, marveling at the view of the ocean and the purple dusk sky.
Pasco came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pawing at her body hungrily, and she gasped her appreciation. His hands unfettered her arousal and it surged forth.
She spun in his arms and shoved him and he stumbled backwards. He played along, glancing behind himself and then letting himself fall back onto the pile of cushions.
Ada pounced on top of him, wrapping her legs around him and grinding against his growing bulge. She loved the way that the sensation broke his composure. Her own composure was already far gone.
She leaned over and kissed him, hard.
He moaned and grabbed her ass, pulling her more tightly against him.
She broke their kiss to rip off her shirt, then his. He grabbed her breasts and massaged her nipples with his thumbs. She savored that sensation until she couldn’t take it anymore, and she rolled off of him so that she could kick off her pants.
Pasco didn’t immediately follow suit. Instead, he put a hand to his crotch and it came back damp. “Gods, Ada, look what you did.” Where Ada had been grinding on him, his pants were soaked through.
“Get naked already,” Ada whined.
“But I like to appreciate you,” Pasco said, his grin mischievous.
“Please,” Ada panted.
That seemed to kick off a surge of arousal for Pasco too, because his composure faltered again and he didn’t waste any more time undressing.
Ada stayed on her back on the pillows and reached for Pasco. “Fuck me,” she breathed.
Pasco leaned over her and he didn’t try to tease her this time. It was out of respect, not mischief, that he was slow to slip his tip inside. Ada appreciated the idea of that, but she had other plans. She grabbed his ass and pulled him down on top of her, moaning happily at the feeling of fullness.
Pasco gasped and his hips bucked reflexively, triggering another ripple of pleasure for Ada.
“Gods, yes, fuck me… it’s been so long…”
Pasco obliged, thrusting into her and panting over her.
“W-will you come this way?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” was Ada’s honest answer. She didn’t usually climax from penetration, but she was really pent up by this point.
“Just, uh, don’t kill me?”
“Y-you got it.”
He started a steady rhythm and Ada melted into bliss. As the minutes passed, that bliss became urgency. As the urgency heightened, she became confident that this alone would not make her climax.
The realization was wonderful and terrible. Wonderful because the experience was not cut short, because Ada could savor it. Pasco’s muscles rippling under his skin, the sweat beading on his arms, his look of determination as he fought to last, the periodic breaks in his composure as she tensed her sex around him.
“C-can you go twice again, like last time?” Ada asked.
“Definitely,” Pasco said, and the look of lust on his face lent credence to his words. That look turned hopeful as he rightly guessed what Ada was about to ask.
“Come in me!”
“Y-yes, my little dragon.” His thrusting accelerated and his look of focus turned to one of pure urgency as he fucked her into the velvet pillows.
The sensation was incredible, like being right on the edge but at no risk of coming, and Ada moaned happily.
“A-Ada, I’m c-coming!”
One, two, three more thrusts and then Pasco stayed on the last one, deep inside of her. She clenched her muscles around him his shaft throbbed inside of her, expanding with each wave of pleasure and cum.
As Pasco’s climax tapered off, Ada pushed him off of her and he flopped down onto the pillows next to her. She followed and slid down on top of him, grinding against him. His dick was trying to decide whether to stay firm or to resign, and so he twitched wonderfully inside of her as she squeezed him. Very soon his dick decided to stay very, very hard.
Pasco moaned and shuddered, the sensation intense, but he did not ask her to stop.
Which was good, because she would have had a very hard time doing so.
“I d-definitely can come this way,” she said. Her heat started to build, all the accumulated sexual tension from the past forty eight hours quivering in her whole body. Sucking Pasco off under the table. Him tying her up, teasing her, coming on her face. Watching him move the whole crew to his commands. The sensual sunset. The pirate orgy. “Fuck, fuck, I’m coming!”
The sensation started from where her clit was rubbing against his base and then it blossomed through her whole body in wave after wave of brilliant heat.
Her scream became a roar that made every timber of the ship quiver.
Ada’s long, long inhale ended and she sighed the air out again. She loomed over Pasco now, her tail curled back around herself like a cat’s so that she could fit in the room. She plopped down on the pillows next to him, resting her chin next to his head.
He stroked her cheeks and she purred.
“I’m surprised you’re not still raring to go,” he said teasingly.
Ada huffed at him. “Just how thirsty do you think I am?”
“Oh it’s nothing, just… I’ve never seen you as a dragon with you being, y’know. Dripping and aching with need. Itching to rub yourself off against something, or begging to come.”
Ada’s eyes narrowed at him, but then her composure wavered and she panted, her long tongue unfurling from her mouth with a rivulet of drool. “Well now I am!”
Pasco scritched her chin playfully. “How about you show me how you like to make yourself come when you’re a dragon, and I’ll masturbate while I watch you?”
Ada’s answer was to moan and to start grinding her hips against the pile of pillows.
Pasco stroked himself, still plenty lubricated by the aftermath of Ada’s first orgasm.
It was not long before Ada was gasping and drooling. No longer getting enough sensation from the pillows, she flopped over and started to rub her scales with the tops of her hind feet. The way the knuckles moved over the bony scutes of her stomach sent vibrations through the incredibly sensitive scales and skin. She clenched her sex to intensify the sensation and waves of wetness gushed out from between her inner labia, which were swelling into view.
Pasco seemed to be greatly enjoying the whole thing. “D-do you want me to come now, or wait?”
Ada twitched eagerly, another wave of fluid escaping from her, both from her mouth and from her sex. “C-come, come now!”
Pasco pumped harder and moaned, cupping his balls with his other hand, pushing himself over the edge, spurting onto his stomach and chest and hands.
Ada watched him and panted, open-mouthed and drooling. Just as he finished she climaxed with another thunderous moan, the force of it setting her adrift in her pleasure like a rowboat on a stormy sea.
She came to rest next to him and heaved a satisfied sigh.
Pasco surveyed the room. “Hm, when I thought of the pillows, I hadn’t really considered…”
As he looked for words, Ada followed his gaze. There was not a dry surface in the whole room. A mix of dragon drool and fem-cum was pooling in the center of the floor and nearly all of the pillows and rugs were soaked.
“Shit. Sorry,” Ada said.
“I’m not,” Pasco said. “It’s really fucking hot. I’ll figure out what to do about it… later.”
Ada nodded, still too blissful to feel any guilt.
Pasco pushed himself over to his side so that he was facing her, looking up at her where she lay further up on the pillow pile.
He looked as happy as she felt.
“Were you always this horny, before the dragon thing?” he asked.
Ada grinned wryly. “Yeah. It’s actually why the dragon thing happened. It was supposed to be a curse. My father banished me to the tower with this grumpy old witch so that I’d stop having sex, but then for whatever reason she didn’t want me masturbating either, so I guess the curse was supposed to… teach me my lesson and ruin my prospects at future relationships.”
“Hm. That didn’t really work out for them, did it?”
“Nope, it did not.”
Pasco chuckled. “That sounds about right.”
“You sound… about right…” Ada said, starting to drift off back into her haze.
“What’s that mean?”
The words were already becoming fuzzy. “Nothing, I’m… sleepy.” With her last bit of strength, Ada scooted closer to Pasco so that he could wrap his arms around her. As the dusk turned to night outside, they fell warmly asleep.