Part 6: Partners, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 34: The Wager

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.”

“Deal!”


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?”

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Part 6: Partners, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 33: Juiciest Berries

They had lived by the waterfall for a fortnight and their many passions kindled and flared next to the steady tumble of water. 

All sorts of fancies came upon them and they indulged them all. One soon became their favorite game. Pasco would bind Ada in the clearing between the trees and fuck her into torturous bliss. Then, when he released her, she would descend upon him and do the same to him. She pinned him to the ground with the cage of her claws and fucked him with her tongue.

One midday, they were walking down the path that followed the brook to the village as they usually did. They were on the way to meet Forte, Teoda, Missa, and Sendia for lunch. Like the other pirates, Ada wandered the island topless now, the skin of her breasts slowly darkening at the embrace of the sun.

This was not the first time in the past several days that Ada had remarked that the foliage that lined the brook was somehow even more verdant than it had been before, notably more lush than even the surrounding jungle.

A glint of red caught her eye and she strayed from the path to part the branches of a bush, revealing a clump of berries that glittered like a handful of rubies. 

She took the big knife from her hip, which she now carried habitually, and cut the clump of ripe fruit free, returning to Pasco. 

“Didn’t the children just come through for berries two days ago?” Ada asked. 

Pasco shrugged. “They’re children, they overlook things sometimes. Just means a snack for us!”

Ada couldn’t argue with that, so she cracked the bunch in two and handed half to Pasco as they walked. 

The berries were perfectly ripe, full of sweet juices, and Ada found their seeds with her tongue and placed them carefully in a pouch at her belt. She’d want to try to cultivate this species, it was particularly delicious!

Ada’s mind wandered through the pages of her old horticulture books. She was brought suddenly back to the present as Pasco abruptly doubled over, reaching out to steady himself on a tree.

“Pasco!” She rushed to his elbow. Had he become ill? His body glistened with more sweat than usual. Were the berries poisonous? An empty stem fell from his hand to the trail. He had eaten them all. 

Pasco groaned. 

Ada tried to lift him by the elbow but could not, so she ducked to get a better look at his face.

He was a picture of exquisite, overwhelming arousal. His skin was flushed reddish, his eyes fluttering. His erection extended down one of his trouser legs, throbbing, and he groaned again as he started to rub himself through the fabric. 

Ada’s worry turned to sympathetic arousal immediately, her sex flaring hot, but she would not let him off the hook so easily. She punched his arm playfully. “Pasco! What’s gotten into you?”

“I d-don’t know, I—” he groaned again. This time, he hastily undid his trousers and dropped them to his ankles. As his hand found his shaft, he sighed with relief. 

Ada giggled, surprised she could still feel a salacious thrill but enjoying it all the same. “Don’t you want to come back up to bed, then?”

“No,” he moaned, “no, I won’t make it.”

“Even though you already came twice this morning?” Ada was grinning widely. 

“Yes, so what?”

Ada giggled again. “So you sound like me all of a sudden, that’s all.”

Could it… could it be the berries? What had made these special? Wouldn’t these pirates, of all people, know if aphrodisiacs grew in their own sands?

She would unpack that later. For now, she had something — someone — to unload. 

“So you’re not going to make it back to bed?” She teased, grabbing his bare chest from behind and running her fingers down his sides where his skin rippled over his ribs. Though his muscles were firm, the surface of his skin was so soft under her fingertips, so yielding. And that was him. So unmovable in some ways, so pliant in others. She loved that about him.

He gasped. 

She pressed her lips against his back, savoring how soft his skin was against her kisses, which she trailed up to the base of his neck and then down again, his hair tickling against her. 

Her hands wandered down to his hips, where his skin hollowed in below the peaks of his pelvis. First her fingertips were soft, and he shuddered at the tickling touch. Then, she yanked him back into her and he gasped. 

Pasco’s stroking had slowed as he leaned into her ministrations. 

She grabbed his ass, as hard as she could, like she knew he liked. His favorite was when her fingernails left divots in his skin, and she added new ornaments to the existing flecks of red. 

Her fingertips then traced smooth lines around his ass and to the front of his thighs, up on either side of his base, across his stomach and up to the firm muscles of his chest. 

One hand pressed against his sternum and the other slithered up to grab his throat. 

His head tilted back over her shoulder and he moaned, ecstatic. 

She loved the feeling of his voice and heartbeat fluttering under her palm, just like his whole chest did when she pinned him down as a dragon. His skin against her skin, his neck against her cheek, her chest against his back, it was all so brilliant.

He had all but stopped stroking. Despite his arousal, she had utterly captivated him. 

Her tongue found the tip of his shoulder and she licked him from there to the base of his neck where his beard prickled on her tongue. 

She breathed deep. He smelled of coconut and musk and peat and sea salt and even the spice of her own sex. 

She lavished kisses at the base of his neck, her hand still on his throat and pressing him open for her. 

He shivered. 

She giggled with mischief, then nibbled his ear.

He gasped and squirmed but he was hardly trying to escape. He just liked the sensation of her hands on him, he’d told her. And she was all too happy to oblige.

She glanced around to his throbbing erection which was now unattended, and when she saw the bead of moisture already leaking from his tip, she knew exactly what she wanted next. 

She moved her hands to the top of his shoulders and pushed him down. 

He obeyed, dropping first to his knees and then accepting another push that sent him reclining back in the middle of the path. 

Sun dappled through the leaves overhead and parrots chattered as the brook trickled nearby. 

Ada crouched over him, her ass over his head, her hands descending to either side of his base and teasing him for a moment. Then, she wrapped her lips around his tip and greedily lapped up his sweet nectar. 

He moaned and bucked his hips up towards her, but she denied him any deeper stimulation.

“Sensitive, are we?” she teased. 

“Yes!” he gasped. 

She set about taking him into her mouth with earnest, greedily licking at his throbbing shaft. One hand extended the reach of her mouth, closing around his base, while the other steadied her against the ground. 

It was her turn to gasp as he grabbed her hips and pulled his face up to her vulva, though she still wore her trousers. He unfastened them and pulled them down over her knees, exposing her to his eager tongue, which had learned her favorite kind of licks.

The arm that supported her nearly buckled and her mouth slipped even farther over him. 

She moaned, which made him moan, which made her moan, and so they turned in a twin ouroboros of ecstasy. 

Soon, Ada was edging. But that didn’t overtake her with urgency like it had before. Rather, it became just one of many pleasant ways to be.

And Ada didn’t want this worship of Pasco’s body to end, so she withdrew from him and stood over him a moment, considering.

He whimpered and tried to follow her, propping himself up on his elbows to look up at her. His shaft was still wet with her saliva, his broad chest and strong back called out for her touch.

She refastened her trousers over her hips, then danced around to the other side of him. His eyes following her and she sat down at the base of a moss-lined tree by the edge of the path.

She spread her legs and reached out towards him and he obediently scooted back into her.

Just as when they had stood, his back pressed into her chest and her arms wrapped around him. He was sweating profusely, filling the air around them with musky scent like perfume. She nuzzled in under his arm where the scent was strongest and just breathed deeply of him for a long moment.

Then, she wiggled around just to the side and hooked one of her legs over his thigh, which allowed her to grind her still-throbbing sex against the back of his hip. 

Though his chest was broad, his hips were slender enough that she could just reach both of her hands around him. As he reached towards his throbbing shaft, she knocked his hand away and put hers there instead.

His hand dropped to the ground as she started to stroke him.

She tried to imitate how she’d seen him touch himself, how she’d seen Missa do this to Sendia. Pasco moaned and melted further back into her. Ada loved the weight of him on her like this. Her chest, her breasts, her stomach, her cheeks, her sex, her inner thighs were all pressed against him. There was so much heat between them that she was hard-pressed to tell where her skin ended and his began. 

The thing that she had not expected in the slightest was the way that it felt that she and him had truly become one.

As she stroked his shaft, wrapped around him in this way, it was very believable to her that it was her shaft. And the more that she believed that, the more her own sex ached and twitched every time he moaned, every time she accelerated the pace or got to just the right angle.

She knew for a fact that her trousers were soaked, leaking her own arousal generously into the peat below her.

Ada hoped that Pasco liked this because she would very much want to do this again. Her hope was soon promoted to knowledge.

“A-Ada… This feels so good.”

A rush of arousal flooded her and she felt as if she were edging, though she knew she was not at risk of coming like this and throwing him into the trees on the other side of the clearing.

“It’s r-really good for me, too,” she said, picking up the pace to demonstrate.

“F-fuck I… I feel so full…

“Do you think it’s the berries?”

“Yes, obviously it’s my ‘berries’ that feel full…”

“No, I mean the ones we ate.”

“The ones we… oh. Maybe? I… I think I’d know if the island… nnnnngh…” His thoughts dissolved into pleasure again.

Pasco’s pre-cum was flowing much more freely than usual and between that and Ada’s lingering saliva, he was plenty slick. Perhaps the excess pre-cum lent some credence to his claims of feeling particularly full, though his balls didn’t look or feel any different than usual. Except that as she cupped them with her other hand, he reacted as if they were significantly more sensitive, and she was rewarded with another droplet.

Though, Ada could imagine that his balls looked and felt different, that they hung pendulously and had become firm and tight, and she liked imagining that very much. She thought he might like the idea of it, too. “You feel full,” she crooned into his year.

He shivered. “T-there’s so much…”

“I want all of it…”

“F-fuck, hah… nnngh, Ada, I want to come…”

“Then come!”

He groaned again, then surfaced somewhat from his blissy haze to look at her apologetically. “C-can I instruct you a bit, then? Or are you trying to torture me?”

“Has it been alright?” Ada felt a tinge of anxiety that he’d been only tolerating her. Or, worse, pretending to like it for her benefit.

“Oh it’s amazing it’s just… different to, y’know, make me come.”

Ada knew exactly what he meant. “Alright, then. Instruct me!”

“O-okay so, a little tighter… not that tight! Yeah, just like that… okay and slower, a bit longer of a stroke… yeah! Gods, yeah… A bit harder on my balls… a bit more… yes! Fuck, nnnngh yes…”

She loved watching him struggle to think, work to find words. Though the arousal sapped his focus, his focus was the only thing that could guide her hand and bring him relief.

And he must have been enjoying that exact predicament. Ada was sure he would have cast her hands aside if he hadn’t been. And she knew that the only thing that he wanted more than to come, was for her to make him come.

So, she focused. Listened to his every gasp, felt his every twitch. The sense that they were one intensified. She was sure her arousal was rising and falling exactly in time with his, even without the locket.

His breathing quickened. Became ragged. Ada anticipated, added to the pressure pulling his balls away from his base, even as the muscles around them tried to pull them closer in.

He moaned. “A-Ada I’m s-so close…”

Her own eyes fluttered sympathetically, her sex clenching in reflex. But, she needed to focus. Her arms ached but she dared not slow down, dared not adjust her grip. Her breathing matched his, even her heartbeat.

“J-just like that, yes!”

“Yeah?” Ada’s eyes centered greedily on his tip where the clear fluid started to flow in earnest and in time with the rhythmic contractions that had begun at his base, under her hands.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck, fuck, Fuck!” He arched his back into her. His fluids pulsed, first under her hand on his balls, then into the air, then over her hand in warm surges. She captured each image in her mind, the height of his spurts, the way it flowed out over his tip. Not only the images, but the way her hand slid even more easily over his shaft, of the powerful contractions through his perineum that pulsed under her fingertips. This was his orgasm, yes, but also it was hers.

He came and came, and then when he had come as much as he usually did, he came harder. Pulse after pulse, white and thick, until his balls were done but the rest of his body was not. A clearer fluid came after, the same that formed his pre-cum, Ada had learned from her books, and this too flowed over her hand.

Pasco moaned in ecstasy as he started to float out onto the afterglow. Still the pleasurable spasms ran over him, under Ada’s fingertips.

She slowed her movements but did not stop, still exactly aligned with his pleasure, still drawing soft moans from his throat and little clear beads from his tip.

He heaved a sigh and with the exhale his body utterly relaxed, from the crown of his head to his toes. Ada let her hands fall aside and let his weight sink into her. She closed her eyes and their hearts still pounded together. She was sure the same blood flowed between them.

They lay there a long moment. But, rather than drifting away, Pasco stirred.

He lifted his weight off of her and before she could complain and draw him back, his lips were on hers.

The kiss was soft, and sensual, and full of desire. His hands cupped her back and lifted her off of the mossy trunk, pulling her into him.

Her sense of touch was triply sensitive, her whole body drenched in arousal. All there was in the world was his skin on her skin, his lips on her lips, her hands in his hair, his chest against her chest, her legs against his hips.

And then, his shaft inside of her.

But this was not sex for the finish, this was sex for the sake of it, for her feeling of being around him, for his feeling of being inside of her. For the way that her very core quivered with the knowledge of him, for the way that she enveloped him.

He was on his knees, her legs were wrapped around his hips, their arms entangled in each other, their cheeks pressed together. Every time their bodies moved against each other her entire being sang. She needed no siren’s magic to feel like she was made of song.

This was not need, it was desire. Yet not just that, it was wanting, but also having

What end was there to such a place?

It seemed as boundless as the ocean.

The end to that perfect moment was not a lover’s end, but a partner’s end.

Pasco heaved a big breath and squeezed her especially close. Then he withdrew and caught her gaze in his eyes of morning fog. “My ankles are getting really sore like this, unfortunately.”

She kissed the tip of his nose. “I suppose I can let you up then.”

She rocked her hips around him one last time, loving the way his eyes fluttered. She squeezed him as she slowly withdrew, feeling all of his shaft with her most sensitive parts.

And then, she sat beside him.

He stood to stretch his legs.

She caught one of his feet in her hand and then kissed his ankle. Once again, her whole awareness was overtaken by just the feeling of his skin against her lips.

His breath caught with what she was sure was a mingle of arousal and ticklishness. She caught his other foot with the same tenderness, sure to lavish her attentions equally.

He offered his hand to her and she took it, and he pulled her to her feet.

Pasco noticed then that her hands were still sticky with him, and he took a moment to lick himself off of her.

Her sense of touch remained deliciously heightened. His tongue was hot and wet, the rippled texture of its surface swirling over her fingers, firm and soft all at once. Just like the rest of him.

He finished licking her off with a grin. “We should go back for a bath, huh?”

She knew that that was code for ‘have more sex by the waterfall’. 

“That is a very tempting offer,” Ada said, “But at the moment I am more actually hungry than sexually hungry.”

“Hm, I shouldn’t have spilled your treat, then.”

Ada sighed happily at the memory of the way that her treat had been quite thoroughly spilled. “No, that was perfect…” But she pulled herself from the memory, lest she lose sight of their lunch plans. “But let’s just splash down the brook and we’ll get clean on the way.”

“Excellent plan, my little dragon.”

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Part 4: The Trouble with Sirens, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 21: Mounting a Rescue

Pasco lifted the telescope to see what they were dealing with. The cove was white with the sirens’ spawn. That was nothing new, the sirens’ reputation for horniness was well deserved.

What was new was the waterfall. That hadn’t been there before— oh.

What appeared to be a waterfall was a shiny, foamy cascade flowing down off a flat, round rock a short ways up from the cove. The source was a ring of seething, horny sirens and one very particular dragon. Woman. Dragon. Woman. 

She kept changing back and forth, which was the source of the screams that they’d heard from the other side of the rocks. The ship would have made it around much faster if the sirens hadn’t spun up the magical storm. That was, in fact, exactly why the sirens had summoned it. Pasco hadn’t known them to use that magic in years, though. The reason was now very clear. A dragon was quite the prize.

A quick series of thoughts passed through Pasco’s mind. One, arousal. His own member was happy to rise to the occasion, throbbing painfully against his trousers. Two, jealousy. If anyone was finally going to put mischievous, endlessly horny Ada in her place through unending forced orgasm, he wanted it to be him. Three, further arousal at the thought of that scenario. Four, Ada needed rescuing.

He scanned the crew to see how they were faring. The congregation of sirens was singing as they spawned in the cove, and though they weren’t turning their attention towards any sort of luring, they song still had a sort of halo effect. The crew had been quite close to the song for quite a while as they navigated the storm.

He, Missa, and Forte were unaffected by the sirens, being pirate nobility and therefore having some quite close siren relatives. Teoda was a bit more distantly related and so was shifting uncomfortably, her trousers starting to betray her arousal with a growing wet spot.

Most of the crew was in a similar state, generally doing their best but definitely starting to feel it. A few were not so lucky, including Sendia, who was panting, red faced. She’d been tasked with fetching Pasco’s sword while he surveyed the situation, because she was too lust-addled to help with the plan. 

She was partway across the deck with the sword, her erection showing clearly through her trousers, when she stumbled and dropped the sword. Forte went to help her, but Missa put a hand on his arm. “Let me have a little treat,” she whispered, “It’ll only take a second.”

Sendia’s face was bright red and she was huffing. She was leaning against one of the barrels on the deck and tried to straighten, but couldn’t. “I… I can…” Her hand slowly found its way to touch herself from the outside of her trousers, her swollen shaft damp at the tip. She looked at the sword, then up at Pasco, and blushed harder.

Her eyes found Missa’s as she rubbed herself harder from the outside. “I can’t— I can’t stop. I can’t—” She tugged her trousers down and started to stroke herself, slowly at first, reluctantly. “Missa, I can’t— I can’t stop.” Sendia glanced desperately between the sword on the deck and Missa’s look of mock disapproval.

Missa put her hands on her hips. “You’re being very naughty.”

That did not help Sendia’s predicament. The girl stroked herself harder. “Missaaa… I shouldn’t…”

“That’s right,” Missa said, “You’re being a bad girl.”

Sendia yelped. And stroked harder. “Missssaaaa! You’re making it worse!”

“Nuh uh,” Missa said. She slipped a hand down her own trousers to start rubbing herself.

Pasco looked at Forte and the two men sighed. “Collateral damage?” Pasco said, referring to that Missa was now also useless.

“Call it the ricochet effect,” Forte said.

Missa nodded, pushing her hand further down her trousers. “Yeah, heh, sorry boss. I’m immune to sirens but… definitely not immune to siren-susceptible Sendia.”

Pasco shook his head but smiled good-naturedly and walked past Missa to get his sword. Sendia gasped as he approached but couldn’t tear her eyes off of Missa, nor could she tear her hands off her throbbing dick. “I’m s-sorry captain.”

Pasco picked up his sword. “Not as sorry as you’ll be when I make you clean up the mess you make.”

Sendia yelped, a drop of pre-cum beading at her tip. “Captain!”

Missa moaned happily. “You’re a good man, Pasco. I appreciate you.”

Pasco and Forte got the rest of their things together for the rescue.

Sendia whimpered. “Missa… I can’t… I can’t come in front of everyone.”

Missa grinned. “Well, you’re going to if you don’t stop touching yourself.”

“I can’t! It’s not my f-fault, it’s the sirens!”

The rest of the crew, for their part, was not unhappy about the scene unfolding on deck. A few huffed and pouted and muttered, but that was only because they were annoyed that their arousal was starting to overtake their own discipline. Soon, Sendia and Missa weren’t the only pirates openly masturbating on the deck.

Sendia squeaked as she panted, trying to force herself to go slower. “I don’t… I don’t want to come in front of everyone…”

“Then stop,” Missa said.

“I— I can’t! I can’t… I can’t stop…”

“Then it’s your own fault for being such a slut.”

Sendia yelped and her eyes started to roll back. “Missa… you’re making it worse.”

“How bad?”

“So bad, so bad, I have to… I have to so bad… I’m so full…” Sendia was pumping herself hard, still leaning over and bracing herself against the barrel. Missa watched her and rubbed herself, already edging, just waiting to time herself with the other pirate’s climax.

“I’m going to… I’m going to cum in front of everyone, I… I can’t stop… I can’t stop… I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“That’s right, Sendia, make a mess.”

“Ah! Fuckfuckfuck, it’s, I’m, I’m coming!” Sendia came right there on the deck, and she was not the only one. Missa climaxed as Sendia’s load spurted forth, and the other pirates that were more susceptible to the sirens’ influence orgasmed as well. That in turn made life significantly harder — or, depending, wetter — for the pirates who were still attempting to behave. They grumbled good-naturedly.

Missa picked herself up as Sendia collapsed blissily onto the deck. Missa licked off her fingers, then hoisted her own sword. “Like I said, only took a minute,” she said, joining Pasco and Forte at the side of the ship where they were lowering a rowboat. They couldn’t risk the ship itself getting any closer to the sirens’ rock, so they’d be rowing over. 

Another one of Ada’s anguished cries hurried them.

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Part 4: The Trouble with Sirens, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 19: Siren’s Song

The sky was vast and blue and the sea rolled on beneath it from horizon to horizon. Ada stood at the prow of the ship, wind ruffling her hair, and she licked the salty ocean air from her lips.

She gripped the bowsprit in one hand and leaned over the edge of the boat, her other hand out and floating on the wind. It was almost like flying and it made her nearly as giddy.

They’d been on the sea for a week now and were just one more day’s travel away from the island chain where Pasco’s pirate nation was based. Ada still couldn’t believe that the whole crew was so accepting of her dragon form. Pasco had explained that it was no surprise, a friendly dragon being seen as a sign of immense luck and fortune, especially to the superstitious sailors. 

She had even transformed on deck a couple of times, taking a short and exhilarating flight around the ship. But flying felt so good that she found herself edging just from the sensation of it, and so she’d been forced to cut her flights short. Pasco promised to teach her how to swim when they reached the island nation so that she could take a flight over the water without it being quite so dangerous.

Until then, she could stand at the bowsprit and feel the wind like this, and it felt enough like flying but didn’t threaten to send her to a watery grave. She was more than happy to sit at the prow of the ship and watch mile after mile of waves roll by. 

A rock formation emerged at the horizon, still distant. It slowly grew clearer and clearer. The crew hurried behind her and Ada felt a bit of guilty pleasure that she was the only one onboard who didn’t have a job to do.

Pasco came up behind her, apparently having briefly extricated himself from his duties.

Ada smiled at him, then returned to her curious appraisal of the rock formation. Beyond it, now just at the horizon, was a green smudge of land.

“Ready for some more rope play?” Pasco said.

Ada savored a little ripple of thrill. “Gah, are you trying to kill me?”

“I am actually trying to keep you alive, this time. That outcropping there? That’s home to the largest population of sirens this side of the sea.”

“Oh? You hadn’t mentioned before.” Perhaps it was just an excuse to tie her up? She certainly wouldn’t mind that being the case.

“Well, unsurprisingly, most pirates have at least a little bit of siren blood. The more siren’s blood you have, the less susceptible you are. It’s neither accident nor coincidence that the headquarters of the pirate kingdom is adjacent to the sirens’ foremost habitat. Helps keep out unwanted visitors.”

“I thought all the crashing ships stuff was just fairy tales.”

“Folks say the same about dragons.”

“Fair enough. But what does this have to do with rope play?”

“Well, I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that you don’t have any siren’s blood at all. Which would make you, well, quite susceptible. I should have said something earlier, but I’d honestly forgotten until Missa reminded me.” He blushed.

He looked so cute when he was embarrassed.

“Well, aren’t you allies or whatever? You can just make sure they don’t go too crazy.”

“It’s you going crazy I’m worried about,” Pasco said. “Like, jump off the ship and drown because you forgot to swim kind of crazy.”

“Well, I don’t even know how to swim to begin with,” Ada said.

“Exactly.”

“I’ll be fine,” Ada said, knowing full well that she would not be, but wondering if she could spur Pasco into being authoritative. She leaned slightly further off the ship, now looking for details on the rock. Real, live sirens? They were supposed to be gorgeous creatures with human top halves and fishes’ tails.

Pasco put his hand over her shoulder and pulled her back.

“Come with me, now,” he commanded.

A wave of heady pleasure washed over her, and she acquiesced. Though, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to still be a little bit sassy. 

“Okay fine. But I’m not convinced this isn’t just an excuse to tie me up.”


Ten minutes later, Ada was tied in classic fashion to the fore mast of the ship. Even though she was still clothed, she felt trussed up on display for all the crew to see, and she loved that.

Pasco had agreed to not entirely ruin her fun and at least give her a view of the sirens’ perch as they sailed by. She was securely tied from her shoulders, all the way down to her toes.

Ada wiggled, and then attempted to escape in earnest. She was fully trapped. That itself made her heart flutter a bit, but she trusted Pasco.

“Alright, one last step,” Pasco said, lifting up a ball gag.

“Oh yeah? I see how it is.” Ada mock pouted.

“Look,” Pasco said, pressing the ball of the gag between Ada’s lips. She complied. “This is for your own safety. You can be very persuasive, we all know.”

Missa and Forte were nearby and nodded solemnly, and Ada rolled her eyes dramatically but was secretly flattered. And, given that she really had been ready to go on a fiery rampage that night in the port city, she begrudgingly admitted to herself that Pasco’s caution was warranted.

Pasco leaned in closer to buckle the gag behind her head. “Plus,” he whispered in her ear, “I want to see you drool.”

Heat fluttered down Ada’s spine and she huffed at him, which was all she could do. Though the gag also hid the fact that she didn’t have any sort of clever quip to come back with, so it wasn’t all bad.

Then, she heard it.

A beautiful note, a woman’s voice, drifting over the breeze. They were still a good ways off and shouldn’t have been able to hear a single voice that clearly.

Another voice joined the first, weaving a lilting melody that was utterly captivating. Ada’s mind melted into it, riding the notes like a dinghy bobbing on the waves of the open ocean.

But then there was a flash of heat, like distant lightning on the horizon, a thrilling and threatening tone that quickened Ada’s heartbeat.

Though the crew were still out and about on the ship, they were somber, careful. A man with red hair and a broad build stepped towards the prow, but his friend grabbed his arm and he settled back. They both had growing erections pulsing against their trousers. 

Ada tried to observe more of the crew, but her attention was once again pulled back to the song and the rocky outcrop, like the needle of a compass pulled towards North.

The song grew louder, more insistent, pleading. Ada wanted to comply, to move towards it, to go deeper into the music.

She strained against the ropes. Pasco was just trying to ruin her fun! The sirens couldn’t possibly be dangerous — they were sexy, and sex was fun! All manner of arguments tumbled through her mind and she chewed on the gag. But she couldn’t quite say why she wanted to go, she wasn’t even feeling particularly aroused, she just… wanted to.

Her mind’s little boat paddled forward as the waves of music grew larger, swelling then dropping, cresting and crashing dangerously close. Another flash of heat like lightning — but now, right above her.

Then the desire kicked in. It started as a flush of heat down her body, a quickening of her heart rate. Her mouth watered around the gag, and as she leaned her head forward, straining against the ropes, drool dripped off the outside of the gag.

Her sex was just as wet and now throbbing. Her own wetness started to run down her leg and the sensation made her mouth water even more, saliva flowing around the gag and running down her chin.

Some part of her had expected the sirens to bring forth sexy visions, or to present themselves topless and gorgeous, or to otherwise provide some reason for the arousal — but there was none.

It was just the music, just the song, making her this way. She trembled against the ropes, half trying to escape, half just shaking.

Ada was vaguely aware of Pasco chuckling next to her, saying something like “I told you so” but she couldn’t think, couldn’t take her focus away from the music.

There were dozens of voices now, and they all wanted her. They asked for her breasts to ache, and they did. They asked for her sex to spasm, and it did. They asked for her toes to curl under, gripping at the wood, begging for some kind of release, and they did.

She was panting, heart racing, now hanging in the ropes as her legs gave out. The music swelled. Drool flowed freely down her chin, wetness down her legs, soaking her inner thighs and pooling at her feet.

Words flowed around her again, but she could barely comprehend them.

“… even more susceptible than I thought…”

“…are you sure she’ll be alright?”

“She’s secure.”

She couldn’t see anymore — at least, not the boat. She was floating in a dark, hot ocean. There was a little spark of light just ahead of her. The ocean was the song, the song was the ocean, and the little spark of light was the heat in her body.

She clenched her sex again and the spark brightened. She pressed her legs together, wiggled in the ropes. It was barely any sensation, but it would be enough. Gods, it had to be enough. If she didn’t come she would die. She couldn’t let the dark ocean swallow her, she needed that little spark of light. She needed to come, and then she’d be a dragon, and go wherever she wanted…

The dragon! The shock brought her back to herself. If she climaxed, there’s no way the ropes would hold her. She’d be gone. Surely, Pasco’s sense of security came from the confidence that there was no way that she could come this way, and had she not been so busy being coy, she would have reminded him that he needed to tie her so that she couldn’t press her legs together. She tried to return to her body’s awareness, to find his eyes, to somehow indicate to him that she was perilously close to orgasm.

But, all she could do was drool around the gag.

Gods she was so wet. She tried to stop wiggling, but then her body just trembled, which had the same effect. Every part of her body was now alight with erotic sensation — her tongue cupping the ball of the gag, the ropes pressing into her breasts, the fabric of her shirt over her nipples, the smooth wood of the mast against her ass.

But, she resisted. She had to resist. Distract herself. Do anything but come.

The song danced on the edge of crescendo, as if aware of her current plight, teasing her with anticipation.

Then, she realized, the song was aware of her current plight. It was teasing her. And she wasn’t resisting anything. The song was just having its fun. No matter how Pasco had tied her, it wouldn’t have mattered. The song, just by itself, was in complete control of her impending climax.

At that realization, a massive wave swelled beneath her, the inescapable rise of the true crescendo, and the little boat of her mind was tossed fully into the air.

There was no resisting this.

Ada screamed ecstasy into the gag as her core became the center of a ripple, like a droplet falling into a still pond, wave after wave of sheer melodic pleasure coursing through her body and the music still rising, rising, rising on one long crescendo.

Ada, now a dragon, stood panting on the deck for one still, silent moment. The shredded remnants of the gag rested between two of her hand-sized fangs. She flicked it off with the tip of her tongue and the gag fell to the deck.

She spread her wings and barely even needed to down-stroke as the strong ocean tailwind swept her up and carried her towards the rocks.

Ada heard Pasco’s cries of dismay behind her, but she did not comprehend them, her mind already gone in lust-drunk heat.

The previously still ocean had whipped up suddenly into a violent storm, grey skies and swirling clouds, buffeting winds and an icy mist of rain.

The rocks were lined with dozens of sirens, gorgeous and naked with their fishes’ tails, all singing, a jubilant choir in awe of that which they had summoned, the dragon coursing powerfully through their storm.

In their excitement they had not let the melody fall, and the dragon’s body still vibrated with the heat of need.

To the dragon, this was no issue. She could simply rub one out while on-the-wing and arrive at this curious place with plenty of energy left. She circled the knuckles of her back feet up to her slit in her familiar way — and gods was she so sensitive! Her own wetness dripped out, joining the rain on the wind.

The song peaked again and the dragon climaxed, roaring with delight into the keening wind.

But, as the dragon’s mind receded, Ada’s heart plummeted.

And then her body did.

Ada, now human again, dropped through open air towards the roiling sea below.

The song hushed.

Ada screamed.

And then the dark ocean swallowed her.

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