Carlos Wayne's friend was te. He reached the isnd in the middle of the night, when most of everyone was already asleep, and so he only set out towards Midridge with the captive passengers and sailors the next morning. The man was not exactly a pirate, he never really pilged or attacked other ships, he preferred to avoid conflicts like that. But he was still definitely a sea-criminal, sort of like a seafaring dealer who was open to all sorts of shady businesses. He sailed with a smaller ship, had a crew of about twenty men, and apparently he was indebted to Carlos for life. Still, just to be sure, Arabel and Chio spoke with him personally too, making him swear he won't take anything from the folks he has to deliver to Midridge, he won't ransom them, and that he will treat them with dignity. The man promised, Carlos vouched for his trustworthiness, and when the sun came up, they left.

  “You know what's coming, right, Chio?” the succubus asked with an eager, mischievous expression. They were standing on the shore, watching the dealer's ship drifting away. Meanwhile, the pirates were extinguishing the firepces and loading their stuff onto their newly obtained vessel, Annabelle. A lot of them were quite restless, even more so then the day before. Two men – the orange cat-pirate and that one-eyed bck-bearded dude – were just standing side by side some ten meters from them with crossed arms, staring straight at them shamelessly.

  “Yea... but are you sure about it?” the angel asked.

  “Fuck yes I am. Think of it as me making up for that three months of imprisonment. I was separated from the outside worlds, teased out of my mind by faceless men's cum which that nun brought me in a damn bowl every day... I need this.”

  “Okay.”

  “Will you at least watch?”

  The boats the pirates used to carry their stuff onto Annabelle were coming back towards the shore, and Terry was on one of them. As a capable young d, he was recruited to help with the packing. They were about ready to set sail now too, but the pn was to have breakfast on nd first. And a gangbang, presumably.

  “I would rather have some alone time with Terry,” Chio said as she watched the boy getting nearer. “I think he is better off not witnessing it, besides, I kind of neglected him tely. I think we will go on a walk in the woods while you are at it.”

  And yet, as the pirates all grouped up, and the sexual tension got so thick it felt like one could cut it with a knife, the angel felt her curiosity grow too. Breakfast was first, it was just a simple meal, bread with raw vegetables and salted beef. There were a lot of eyes on Arabel as everyone ate. Chio ended up separated from her, she sat with Terry and the hungover Friska, while the succubus got surrounded by men, who were now openly flirting with her. Even Porco joined the circle, sitting on the sand near the sex-demon and watching her a little reservedly, trying his best to overcome his jealous angst.

  “What is going on, Chio?” Friska asked. The bck-bearded guy was now touching Arabel's thighs, only through her dress, so there was no skin-to-skin contact yet, but still. “She is your lover, isn't she?”

  “Well... yea. But you know, she is also a succubus.”

  The reddened Terry ate his food with his head turned the other way.

  “So are you gonna just sit here and watch?” the fairy was in disbelief. “Those horn-dogs are all over her!”

  The orange cat-person crouched down behind the succubus and grabbed her boobs. She leaned back and looked up right at his face with a daring look. “Didn't your captain say you shouldn't fall into my charm yet?”

  “No worries, I'm just doing it through your clothes.”

  “Hey, let us touch her too!” someone else compined.

  “She gotta do what she gotta do,” said Chio. She was blushing a little, and she also averted her gaze now. “I'm a girl, I can't feed her, and she was quite starved for some proper... you know. She didn't really have the chance tely.”

  “But this is ridiculous!” the fairy argued. “It's absurd, just absurd!”

  They awkwardly fell silent. After getting questioned like that, and sitting next to the totally embarrassed Terry, the angel felt way too self-conscious to watch. All she allowed herself was to just secretly peek over at that horny gathering for split seconds. It was a quite intense scenario: she was curious, she was ashamed, kind of aroused, and a little worried too. Of course she knew rationally that her lover is totally in control of the situation and that she very much wanted it, but in her human form, she at least looked smaller and more delicate than all these horny dudes who were now touching her. Sure, she was smiling from ear to ear, but still. What happened simply looked like a gang rape. Stuff like this wouldn't really happen any other way normally, it seemed to inherently have that evil connotation... how weird. Truth be told, a part of Chio really, really wanted to watch. But as Terry started choking on the very st bit of his food, she stroke his back, and then she got up and extended a hand to him.

  “Come, Terry, let's get out of here!”

  The fairy sighed. “Finally. At least you have enough conscience to spare the boy the trauma. I almost thought you don't give a crap about how uncomfortable he obviously is.”

  “Of course I do! But he was still eating, and...”

  “I'm fine,” Terry muttered.

  “All right, get over here, boys! Let me tell you how it will be!” Captain Carlos yelled. He stood on a log, and towered over his men. The crew reluctantly got up and stepped away from the sex-demon, turning towards their leader.

  “Just to reiterate,” he said, “Arabel is a succubus. Some of you have already been with succubi before, but some of you haven't. I have trust in you all, and I know you guys are a though, capable bunch, most of you have been accompanying me for years now. But it's going to be a strong experience, and it might be a little addictive. And hence lies a bit of a dilemma. I'll allow it, of course, but only twice, I decided. Once now, and once at the end of our voyage with her, when she and her friends will part ways with us. As a final goodbye, if you will.

  “Only twice?! I'm no pussy, Carlos!” the bck-bearded fellow argued. “I don't know about the others, but I hired that succubus whore before in Murky Bay, I can take it!”

  “Maybe you can, Owen, but traveling with a succubus for several days is a different deal. If I let you have sex with her whenever you feel like it, what's stopping others to ask for the same? I'm sorry, but I don't want my crew to fall apart, it's not a risk I can take. Got it?”

  “Fine,” the man conceded.

  “I'll pay special attention to you ds in the following days. If I have to tie some of you to the mast until our guests leave, I'll do so. But hey! Let's just enjoy yourselves for now. Go ahead. I'll give you an hour.”

  “Come on, boys, show me what you got!” Arabel stood up and spread her arms out welcomingly.

  Chio grabbed Terry's hand and they walked towards the woods. Friska was flying next to them, her bug-like wings buzzing quickly.

  “Sex is meant to be an expression of love, Chio,” she stated. “I can't believe an angel doesn't know that. Then again, you are a fallen angel.”

  “Sorry to disappoint you,” the girl replied, feeling a little annoyed at this point. She wasn't against hanging out with Friska, she did like her, and she understood that all of this is very sudden for her, but she pnned to get intimate with Terry now, not to argue with an angry fairy. “But for us, it's not so simple. I just... don't know what else to tell you.”

  “Excuse me,” Captain Carlos came to the rescue, hurrying after them. “I overheard your comments just before, Friska. It seems to me like Chio and Terry wants to spend some time alone. So why not let them be and debate me instead? I'm the captain of these 'horn-dogs', and I approved their wild desires.”

  “You guys want to spend some time alone?” Friska turned to the hand-holding girl and boy.

  They both nodded at once. “I'm sorry,” Chio said.

  “You should have just said so,” the fairy sulked.

  “I'm saying so now. Later, we can discuss your feelings if you want to. But remember, you are the one who wanted to stay with us.”

  “Sure...”

  “A walk on the shore, my friend?” Carlos asked. “It's a good setting for passionate discussions.”

  “Fine, just bring me a bottle of rum, dammit!”

  Carlos jogged back to their breakfast-spot and grabbed the st, half-empty bottle (they already loaded the rest onto the ship), then he rejoined the fairy, going northwards on the beach. Chio and Terry watched them leave, then they both turned towards the gathering around the succubus. The two of them were standing by the side of the first wooden shed, the one closest to the water, but it was still far enough that they couldn't see the group activity very well. Just a bunch of pantless and some fully naked dudes standing in a circle. It looked like Arabel was kneeling on the ground between them, probably sucking them off. Not all of the pirates participated, some stayed aboard Annabelle already, including Iesha. But a good twenty of them were here. Twenty! And Porco as well...

  Chio suddenly found herself so absorbed in peering and listening that she almost forgot she still held Terry's hand. She let go of him and turned away, blushing.

  “Sorry, we can go now. Do you want to...”

  But then she noticed the boy was also gazing, probably in a simir state of mind. His bulge suggested so. Just like the angel, he too snapped out of it, blushed, and turned away.

  “Uhm, yea. We can go. But where?” he asked.

  “What do you want?”

  “She is not gonna to be hungry now, right? So... I guess you don't need me to...”

  “Don't say that! We can! I... I would like to,” Chio felt her pussy getting wet. “Should we get in one of the sheds?”

  Terry suddenly grabbed her arms, pulling her close and kissing her. His hard-on pressed against her body, and the angel was happy for it.

  “You know I care about you,” she murmured, and kissed him again. “It's not just about Arabel's needs anymore,” and again. “You are still my beloved partner in crime.”

  The boy smiled. He was normally so shy and reserved, but Chio already knew this side of his. She knew he could be very determined, even strong-willed on his own quiet way.

  “Let's go inside!” she pointed at the small wooden house.

  “But how 'bout Arabel?”

  “Well, she is... doing her own thing now.”

  “Will she be okay?”

  “Of course. You know her, she is a succubus. Come!”

  Chio walked to the door of the shed and opened it, but she noticed the boy is not following her. As she looked back at him, she saw his face was red from ear to ear.

  “What is it?”

  “I just... ya know, she watched us a lot. I know she's a succubus, I don't wanna touch her, but... I never seen her do it. With men. So maybe...” he shook his head. “Sorry, I'm being stupid.”

  “No!” Chio gulped, and she felt her heartbeats speed up. “No, it's totally fine! I mean... we are a bunch of sexual weirdos, let's be real. We might as well watch, I'm not against it.”

  And so they remained outside, and kept looking while they made out. First, they stayed by the shed, then they walked closer, “hiding” behind the palm tree nearest to the scene. Chio saw Porco gncing at them from the group absent-mindedly, but he didn't seem to care about them, nor did any of the other men. They were focusing on something else.

  “Men like to act like dirty pigs,” said Friska to Carlos Wayne, hovering next to him at face level. “Hiring whores, thinking with their dicks... I know a lot of folks say that's just all right. Boys will be boys and crap like that. It's been always like that, for the majority of intelligent species, including mine. They are like, woo-hoo, free pussy! But it's bullshit. Men CAN fucking behave themselves if they want to, they aren't animals.” She took a sip of her drink from her little mug, which she carried with herself.

  “Behave themselves? Sure.” The pirate captain walked with his hands behind his back, which was his usual 'pondering stance', although this time he was holding a rum-bottle. “But if the woman herself wants a man to go wild, what does that mean then, behaving himself? Nobody is getting hurt or mistreated in such a scenario.”

  “But it's bad to encourage that behaviour! Normal women wouldn't let a bunch of guys run through them. Sex-demons are a freaking anomaly.”

  “Oh, you shouldn't be so sure. Women can be full of surprises.”

  “Heh? That's very convincing, coming from a pilging pirate. I'm sure you know a lot about happy, free women who can afford to chose.”

  “Well, you do not know much about me. But let's assume you are right, that sex-demons are an anomaly. So what should they do, then?”

  “They should stay away from men, and live through donations of sperm, in my opinion. Aside from that, they could even be pretty much free in a truly healthy society. I don't believe they are fundamentally evil, but this one restriction just makes sense. Tolerance is one thing, but we wouldn't get in contact with someone who has a deathly disease either.”

  “But there are men who are okay with taking the risk. Midridge has had several succubus prostitutes, there is one at Murky Bay too today.”

  “Some men are dumb as a rock.”

  Terry's dick was out now, and he ogled Chio's silky curves with his mouth open. The girl was in her smooth purple and bck dress today, with her white thigh-highs: the exact same outfit she wore the night when Terry first fucked her on Annabelle. As she noticed the boy's cock was out, she got down on her knees and put it in her mouth like it's only natural. She then kept switching between sucking it, and stroking him as she watched the group activity. At st, Arabel noticed them too.

  “Hey, Chio! Terry! Come closer, take a good look!” she suggested gleefully.

  While the angel and the boy were both a little shy about letting their private parts be seen by so many people, they quickly realized that the guys barely paid them any mind, and so their courage grew. The men all touched the skin of the succubus by now, they were all under her spell, she was their sole object of desire. Arabel asked everyone to open up the circle around her on one side, so Chio and Terry could see what's going on. The redhead was now fully naked, her body was caressed by grunting, moaning, murmuring males, a little army of hypnotized gooners, presenting their dicks to her. She looked very content, licking, sucking one dick after another, while her hands were always full too.

  “Lust is its own thing,” Carlos said. “It's ancient, powerful, self-serving, and it binds us all. It's a capricious mistress, and the challenge is to harmonize it with our other parts. That's no easy task, but it's a mistake to deem lust to be a bad thing.”

  “It's not ALL bad, but sex should be done in a loving retionship. Where people care about each other.”

  “I think any form of it that people consent to is fine. The worst thing that can happen is disappointment or heartbreak, but really, that comes from the nature of it. We can't ever fully protect people from such pain, every individual has to go through what they have to go through.”

  “You did just set up a clear boundary for your own men though.”

  “I did. I thought hard about it, I made a decision, and I expined myself. I think it was reasonable. Men's consent gets mushier after they touch a succubus, it would be silly not to take that into consideration, especially when it's so many men at once.”

  “Those men are poisoning themselves.”

  “So do you, aren't you?”

  Friska's hand stopped in the air – she was just about to take another sip of rum. She frowned. “Alcohol is different.”

  “It's still a vice, and a matter of impulses contrasting discipline. That's the bancing act.”

  Back at the sex party, some men began to sort of push each other around from time to time. They got too heated, they grasped for the succubus too forcefully, or pressed their penises against her body too selfishly. Whenever that happened, the demon put them in their pce with a few stern, commanding words, perhaps a sp or two, or a nibble on their shaft. She was firm but pyful, and the boys were quick to fall back in order too. She tried her best to make sure everybody gets an equal amount of contact with her, she would not have the situation turn into a clusterfuck. And somewhere in the deepest depths of Porco's lust-filled consciousness, his inner voice said: There she is. Trying to be fair.

  “I love dicks!” Arabel grinned, giving Porco's mushroom head a kiss while locking eyes with Chio and Terry. “I fucking love dicks. It's so many dicks!”

  Another guy got next to her, and she suddenly had two cocks trying to get in her mouth at once.

  “She is wild, isn't she?” Chio chuckled. She raised the bottom part of her dress, stood over Terry, and sat down on his phallus. They hugged in a sitting position, she started rocking back and forth, slowly, sensually. He did some small thrusting movements in reply.

  “Look how enthralled they are by her!” the angel moaned into the boy's ear. “That's a succubus for you... men line up to be able to touch her. But you... ah... you got me all for yourself. Twenty guys for her... just you and you alone for me. How does it feel?”

  “I love you,” Terry replied.

  “You're a sweet boy,” Chio smiled. “I love you too.”

  “I still disapprove,” Friska said stubbornly, now drinking her second mug of rum. “But who the fuck cares about me... At least it won't happen every day while we are with you. I will hold you to that promise!”

  “By all means, do so,” Carlos nodded. “But don't think that we don't care abut you. I certainly do. I can tell that you are hurt, and it saddens me.”

  “Fuck you,” the fairy rolled her eyes and drunk up. “Hick!” her hiccups kicked in.

  “I personally see this as a good exercise for my men. Like a cripple stretching a little-used muscle, they get to work a part of themselves with quite the intensely, a part of them that often lies dormant in our excessive seafaring. Now their capacity of lust can fully manifest, the tension can reach its peak. And then, they will loosen up again, fall back to their regur self, gradually ease back into normality, if you will. If things go well, it will be more of a cleansing relief than a new wound for them.”

  “If things go well? Isn't that fun? To do a little experiment on... Hick! Twenty men?”

  “As a pirate and a romantic at heart, I surely do have a daring tendency, but I know every single one of these men, at least enough so that I can truly say they are my crew. The way they are, it almost wouldn't make sense if something like this did not happen. If I may be a little crude, we've been through more serious shit than this, trust me on that. And I sense that Arabel cares for them to a degree, she has responsibility.”

  “Hick!” The fairy nded on a knee-high rock (knee-high for Carlos), resting her wings and staring into her mug. “So be it then... Give me another!”

  Arabel began to have intercourse too. She was on all fours, her mouth and hands still working, and she asked the guys to get behind her and do it doggy style, one after another. Some men already came before they got a chance to feel her pussy: some of them still stayed around for round two, others put their clothes back on and walked away. But once fucking was on the table, the flexibly tight, warm succubus vagina quickly sent more and more men on their way towards the group of finishers. They were just standing around kind of awkwardly by the shed, exhausted, catching their breaths and gathering their thoughts, but overall being fairly content.

  When about half the men left, the sex-demon changed position. She picked a rge cock that curved just right, made its owner lie down, and began to ride him while jerking two other dicks. Someone made himself cum on her face – she opened her mouth wide, moving her tongue pyfully around while locking eyes with the dude. Then, she suddenly stood up.

  “Chio, come here!”

  The angel got off Terry's cock and walked towards her lover a little hesitantly. The redhead hugged her, made her lick the cum off her face, then kissed her, and fingered her a little. She then spped her on the ass, pyfully pushing her away. “Go finish off your boy, babe!”

  “Ah... okay, okay!”

  Terry reached his climax in a simple missionary pose, being on top of the girl lying on the sand. As his muscles rexed, they kissed, then Arabel called the angel over again. Turned out she was still accounting for the boy's sperm, she wanted to lick it out of Chio. There were only about five men left around her now, and they just jerked off watching the lovely lesbianism py out in front of them. Terry too watched them for a little bit, then he put his pants back on and joined the group of finishers. The orange cat-pirate was done at around the same time, he hurried after the boy, catching up to him.

  “Yo, Terry! I didn't notice you joined us too. It was pretty wild, wasn't it?” he patted him on the back.

  “Yea.”

  “Feels like I just got out of a dream. Damn! Did you get to fuck her?”

  “Uhum.”

  “She is such a badass. Love me a woman like her.”

  They of course weren't thinking of the same woman, but that didn't matter.

  “Yea. She is amazing.”