They splashed each other in the brook with no shortage of mischief, until they were soaked through and clean again.
From the brook itself, they could see that it was true that the vegetation had become more lush. Despite the children usually being quite thorough, there was overlooked fruit everywhere they looked. Not just berries, but also bananas and mangos and pineapples.
Ada started to collect what she saw, with half a mind to scold the children and half a mind grateful that there would be so much to take to lunch.
The remaining berries and seeds were still carefully tucked in her pouch, and she’d have to study them later.
“You really did come a lot,” Ada said, reaching up to grab a mango that was just out of reach. “Like, twice as much as normal.”
Pasco came up behind her and scooped her up with a hand on either side of her torso, boosting her the last hand’s length so that she could grab the fruit. He set her down and she leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.
“It certainly felt like it.” Pasco sighed.
“Do you really think it was the berries?” Ada still couldn’t quite believe it. But, the alternative was that it was some new magic of hers, which didn’t seem very plausible either.
“What else could it have been?”
“I ate a decent amount, I just figured that if something had that kind of effect on you, it might have twice as much an effect on me.” Ada was both smaller and significantly more arousable by nature.
“Hm. We’ll have to see if we can find that same bush again.”
They walked a few more minutes down the brook, and before long their arms were full of fruit.
Ada was growing more curious. As she bent at the brook’s edge to pluck another bunch of berries from a shrub, she noticed something peculiar. The soil itself had a viscous sheen to it, a bit like when mint seeds were soaked and a clear jelly formed around them.
She dipped her fingers into the dirt, which was indeed slick and slippery, then sniffed her fingers.
It smelled like her. Specifically, it smelled like dragon cum.
Ada’s mind whirled through memories of her horticulture books, assembling a potential hypothesis.
She splashed over to Pasco, who was on the other side of the book, and thrust her fingers up at him. “What does this smell like?”
He was a good sport, so he sniffed. Then, tilted his head. “Dragon sex.”
“Exactly. I think that… well, I have a hypothesis that… I think all my dragon cum that’s been washing down the brook has been acting as a fertilizer and turning the fruit, well…”
“Sexy?” Pasco finished.
“Yeah! Maybe. Or maybe you just got horny all of a sudden and it’s totally unrelated.”
“I dunno… that sounds like a you thing.”
Ada pitched a mango at his head.
He caught it easily in his hand.
She nearly swooned.
He added the mango to his growing armful of fruit and a clever look came over his face. “Y’know… we are on our way to lunch with the crew…”
“We should tell them?”
“Well, that will ruin the experiment, won’t it?”
“True…” Ada couldn’t help but return his mischievous grin. “And it’s probably just you being horny, so I doubt anything’s even going to happen.”
“Oh yeah, you want to bet?”
“I do want to bet!”
Pasco laughed, full of warmth and mirth. “Alright then. How’s this for a wager. If someone orgasms at lunch, you cook all the meals tomorrow. If nobody does, then I cook tomorrow.”
The crew’s favorite lunch spot was a large, round rock out on the beach. It was smooth and became warm in the morning sun, and they’d sit out on the rock with their bowls of rice and stew and enjoy the sunshine and the sea breeze.
Ada and Pasco walked up with their arms full of fruit. Forte was lounging, Sendia was sitting in Missa’s lap, and Teoda was doing pushups in the sand nearby, her breasts bouncing beneath her with every stroke.
“Took you long enough!” Forte bellowed.
Pasco tossed him a bunch of bananas, which he deftly caught. “You’re welcome for bringing more food,” Pasco teased.
“Alright alright, I can’t complain.” Forte peeled open one of the bananas, which was about the length of Ada’s hand, and swallowed it in one bite.
Ada was mesmerized and instantly distracted. Did Forte like going down on men? He was so large in every dimension that Ada imagined that he could easily take nearly any shaft down to its base. She was a bit jealous and a bit aroused.
Was the fruit getting to her, too?
No, she was sure. She was just being herself.
Or, trying to be. It was very difficult to act normally and to not spoil the surprise as she and Pasco piled the fruit on the center of the rock.
One of Ada’s books had included a passage on aphrodisiacs. Oysters and cocoa were some of the ingredients that she was familiar with that were purported to have such properties. The author was of the opinion, after careful study of the behavior of travelers in a port town where many cultures mingled, that it was the expectation of aphrodisiac effect that was the most powerful aphrodisiac. They had explained that the idea of something being about to spontaneously arouse you was, itself, arousing.
The author had proved their point by selecting an arbitrary vegetable, spreading rumors about its powers to incite desire and lust, and then recording quote after quote from customers lauding the vegetable’s powerful effects.
However, she and Pasco hadn’t expected anything at all. And the effect had seemed to come over Pasco quite suddenly and intensely.
Those particular berries were still in her pocket. Perhaps it was only those?
Ada was jostled from her musings by Pasco’s elbow gently in her ribs.
“Holy shit Ada,” Teoda said around a mouthful of fruit, “This is the best fucking mango I’ve ever had, where was the tree?”
“Nuh uh,” Sendia said, “You have to try these berries!” The reddish juices were dripping down her chin.
Missa tsked at Sendia’s mess, wiping the little woman’s face off with her fingers, then licking them clean. Missa set an empty branch down next to Sendia, having already cleared it of its berries, and reached past Teoda to grab a pineapple.
Forte just nodded at them, grunted “Good harvest this year,” and popped the last banana of the bunch down his throat.
Ada and Pasco couldn’t help but look at each other with a mix of anxiety and excitement. Neither of them had expected there to really be anything special about the fruit, it truly was more likely that some wave of arousal had just come upon Pasco.
And yet, the reactions of the four other pirates confirmed that the fruits really did taste especially incredible, which had been the first special effect that Ada and Pasco had noticed.
And their anticipation grew as they realized that even though they were openly staring at their friends, eyebrows raised in quizzical looks, none of the other pirates noticed. They were all single-mindedly focused on devouring the delicious fruits.
Their moans of pleasure, a reaction common to both great food and great sex, deepened.
Sendia, perhaps because she had the least body weight of the four, cracked first.
“Mmmm… Oh. Oh! Oh…” She looked surprised and delighted and a little embarrassed all at once.
Though, as Sendia would blushingly admit whenever given the chance, she loved to feel a little bit embarrassed.
Her face flushed redder and redder. Her breathing quickened until she was panting.
“Sendia!” Missa tore her attention away from her mango and put a hand to Sendia’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”
Sendia gulped in a breath and held it with almost comical drama.
“You’re not choking, are you?”
But Ada and Pasco knew to look not to Sendia’s face, but to the crotch of her trousers, where her erection was steadily lengthening down the leg.
“I-I-I h-have to g-go!” Sendia tried to stand.
Missa’s gripped Sendia’s shoulder and she sat the little woman back down. “You are not going anywhere until you tell me what’s the matter, alright? I can’t have you…” Missa trailed off, her eyes losing focus for a moment. “I can’t… huh.” She looked down curiously at the pineapple. “Does anyone else feel a bit…”
Teoda and Missa were about the same size, though Teoda was muscular where Missa was plump. So, Ada glanced quickly over to gauge Teoda’s reaction.
A glazed look washed over Teoda, too. “Fuck, that mango was really good…”
Forte looked down at the three women who each wore rosy expressions and glanced wordlessly at each other. “Hmmm…”
He crossed his thick arms, then looked over at Pasco and Ada, confirming that they were unaffected. He leaned closer to Pasco and lowered his voice. “Captain, I think there might be something wrong with the wo— whoah. The wom— oh. Hm.” He wobbled and doubled over much like Pasco had.
“I can’t!” Sendia squeaked suddenly. “I can’t I can’t I can’t!” She kept chanting until she had fumbled her belt undone and slipped down her trousers, revealing a bouncing erection. As her hands wrapped around her shaft, she let out the most luxurious sigh of utter relief that Ada had ever heard.
And that was saying something — luxurious sighs of utter relief were kind of Pasco’s thing.
All eyes — except for Sendia’s, which were rolling back in bliss — were on Pasco and Ada.
Ada squeaked. “I think the fruit is magic but I swear we thought it wasn’t!”
Missa groaned, her hand now down the front of her own trousers. “L-like sex magic?”
Teoda had pressed her legs together and then melted over the edge of the rock, her ass waving in the air.
Forte saw it and was a man transfixed. The force of his own erection was actually splitting the front seam of his trousers. His massive shoulders heaved with the panting of his breath.
Teoda wiggled her trousers off and buried her fingers in herself, and Ada leaned over to see wetness running down her leg.
“F-Forte,” Teoda gasped, dragging her eyes up to him, “F-fuck me right now!”
Forte was already on his feet. Not even bothering with his belt, he put his hands to his trousers and fully split the front seam, his shaft bursting forth and throbbing to its full length just as he thrust himself deep into Teoda.
She screamed with ecstasy.
Ada’s hand was pressed over her open mouth, and though she felt anxious, she didn’t feel guilty. They were all obviously enjoying it.
Missa had wiggled her own pants down to her knees and was sitting on her heels, cupping a breast in one hand and her sex in the other.
Ada finally remembered that Missa had asked her a question. “Y-yes! Like, um, sex magic. I think… the fruit is an aphrodisiac.”
“Oh,” Forte growled, somehow having found words again, “You think?” He pounded into Teoda with a wet slapping sound.
She slid back and forth along the rock, her face melted with pure bliss. “F-Forte I’m coming!” Her voice became a scream and then stayed caught in one long note of pleasure that rose and fell with each of her many, many orgasms.
Sendia’s eyes had been on Teoda but she found Missa then, her flat chest heaving. “M-Missa, I-I—”
With urgency, Missa shifted on the rock so that she was directly in front of Sendia, leaving a trail of wetness behind her. “Y-yes, Sendia, come on me!”
Sendia screamed, her whole body tensing, and she came so hard that her first few spurts painted Missa’s breasts. The rest spilled out over her slender hands, dripping to the rock below in a growing puddle of milky white.
“Oh Sendia!” Missa tilted her head back and she too came, squirting her own fem-cum onto the rock. It mingled with Sendia’s puddle and something about that must have touched a sensitive nerve deep within Missa because she rocked right into a second orgasm, and then a third, until her own fluids washed Sendia’s away.
Forte’s feral growl was the only warning of his impending climax, which arrived with such force and volume that his seed flowed back out around his shaft and onto the sand below.
Ada expected that all would become still, then. She said, “Guess I’m cooking tomorrow after all.”
But, though the dampness in the sand between Forte’s feet grew larger and larger, he never entirely stopped thrusting. He remained firm and increased his pace again as the sensitivity faded, fucking Teoda even harder.
Teoda was thrilled with this turn of events, screaming her way through another cluster of orgasms.
Missa descended greedily on Sendia’s dripping hands and shaft, licking them clean. She then dropped to her belly in the puddle she’d made and pushed Sendia back against the rock, sucking her towards another orgasm.
One of Missa’s hands remained buried in her own sex, which still flowed wetness onto the rock.
Ada and Pasco looked on in awe, each intensely aroused but too curious to do anything about it but watch the other pirates fuck.
After another few minutes, Sendia started hyperventilating again. Missa sucked another orgasm from her, gulping down the prodigious volume even as she quivered through her own climax.
Forte seemed to have some greater warning of his next peak and he said, “I’m gonna pump you so fucking full!” And then he did, his seed spurting back around his shaft again.
Teoda seemed already floating in the afterglow, even with Forte still pounding into her, and her eyes glistened happily as she drooled on the rock.
Then, finally, they stilled.
Forte half-rolled half-fell back into the sand. He lay spread eagle, his grin towards the sun, his shaft still twitching and a few further beads of clear fluid leaking from his tip.
Missa lay on her stomach, her cheek on a pillow of her arms. Sendia had collapsed on top of her, her whole body on the pillow of Missa.
Ada, lacking such release, felt her heart still pounding vigorously.
Teoda stirred, pulling further onto the rock and turning over on her back. The muscular woman sighed, the movement dislodging a thick rivulet of Forte’s seed from her vulva, which ran warmly down her leg and into the sand. “S-seriously though,” she said, tilting her head back so that she could look at Ada upside-down. “Where did you find those mangos?”