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The most surprising thing about Catarina Devon… was how much she liked to play.
There was this look she'd get in her eyes that you and all the girls on the Sixth Ship knew very well; Sometimes it was brought on by boredom, sometimes it was triggered by a new crewmate seeming particularly nervous or shy– something to lighten the mood and break the ice, and sometimes it seemed to happen for no real reason at all.You weren't sure what had started it tonight, but you and the girls had all quickly found yourselves scrambling for a hiding place on the ship.
Hide and seek seemed to be a favourite of the Captain's… Crescent Moon Hunter was hardly an empty title, she loved the hunt! And you loved it too– tucked away in your little hiding spot, you thought you were actually getting quite good at this.
“Eeek!!!”
A squeal rings out in the dark, pulling you from your thoughts. One of your crewmates has been caught, and you know that soon the sound of her squeals will be turning to moans as Devon claims her prize.
This is a particularly fun part of her little game… hearing one-by-one as your friends are caught and ravished by the hungry fox. Feeling yourself getting more and more aroused by the anticipation and by the moans of pleasure nearby… and the more turned on you get, the worse your chances are gonna be! That new devil fruit of hers gives her quite the nose… she can probably sniff a girl out of a hiding place from across the ship at this point!
Sure enough, the sound of your friend's moans of pleasure start to echo around the ship. You squeeze your thighs together, wondering what might be happening to her… Devon is quite adventurous, it could really be anything. Through all her little games, she's figured out what makes all her girls tick; some girls like her fingers deep inside them, some girls like it when she gets rough… most of the girls like it best when she licks their pussies or sucks their cocks, and you're no exception. If you had to guess, you would place your bet on that.
You hear a moan of “Ah… Ms Devon! your tongue feels amazing!!!” From nearby which confirms it for you. Your clit starts to tingle as you imagine your Captain looking up at you from between your legs, tongue gliding over your sensitive little– Stop it. Pull yourself together. You remind yourself you want to win this game. You can't get carried away. As much as you might secretly love the thrill of Devon catching you in the act, ridiculing you for how you just can't keep your hands off yourself… you think you might like her praise more. What kind of rewards would she give you if you were the last girl standing?
“Mmh… aah…!”
You bury yourself deeper into your hiding spot and try to ignore the sounds of bliss floating across the deck.
“Oh god, ah! Ms Devon!!”
Just ignore it. Think about something else… anything else… one of those horrible men from the other ships, maybe. That'll turn you off.
“Oh god, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…!”
No, that doesn't work. Now you're just thinking about that weirdo from the Fourth Ship making those noises. You shudder.
“Yes, yes yes!! Aaaaah!!!”
Your pussy throbs at the sound of your crewmate's orgasm, and it genuinely takes a lot not to reach down and start touching yourself.
“I'm not done with you yet, pretty thing!” Catarina Devon’s voice growls in the distance.
You hear your crewmate start to beg desperately, “Wait, wait! I'm too sensiti- aaah! Ah! Oh fuck…!”
Fuck. The overstimulation. That got to you, and you can't stop yourself from reaching down to play with your clit. Of all the things Devon does, that's the one that really affects you…
“Oh god… Wait, it's too much! Wai– Ah! Hah!”
You catch yourself almost moaning as you toy with your pussy to the sound of desperation. Girl! Pull yourself together!
Managing to stop yourself, you try to think of other things and ignore the sound of a second orgasm happening across the deck. Your breath is a little heavy now, but oh well. The Captain's probably too absorbed right now to hear you from all the way over here anyway.
The sounds slow to a stop, and you hear Devon get up to continue her hunt, leading the other girl back to the cabins with all the other caught prey. Once you're pretty sure she's far away, you figure it's a pretty good time to peek out and check your surroundings. Poking your head out, you look around the deck. It's pretty empty, go figure! Everyone's still hiding, anyway. There's a knocked-over barrel across the way that's probably that last girl's hiding spot. You wonder who it was… you weren't quite able to place her voice from her moans…
Huh??!
Creeping out from behind a wall by the cabin, you spot someone– one of your best friends, in fact! A relatively new girl who you share your duties with… you're honestly pretty surprised she's made it this long! She usually gets caught super early…
“Psst…!” You whisper, craning out of your hiding spot to waver her over. “Over here…!”
She looks around, startled, before she spots you. She stands in place nervously, as if she's not sure what to do.
You whisper again, slightly louder, and impatiently wave. “Come on… over here…!”
She checks over her shoulder, worriedly peering into the shadows, then starts to tiptoe over. What was she doing walking around?! Surely her hiding spot wasn't that bad… why would she get up and leave it?!
“Is this why you're always getting caught so early…?” You whisper as you extend your arms to her. “Girl, come on, you should know not to get out of your hiding spot by now… ”
She reaches you, and you pull her into a hug. The moment you do, you realise something's wrong.
“Murun-fufu…”
You feel your ‘friend’ begin to change in your arms, her body growing taller, her muscles bulking… Shit. Shit! How did you forget about her power…
“Silly bitch!” Devon growls into your neck, “Caught you!”
At some point in the transformation, that hug morphed into a grip. Ms Devon, standing 361 centimetres tall, holds you high off the deck. Her face is buried in your neck, and she takes a deep breath of your scent. “Don't think I didn't notice you listening in! I could smell that dripping cunt from a mile away…”
You giggle sheepishly, a combination of nerves, anticipation, and her hot breath tickling at your neck. Devon growls again and bites down, earning a yelp from you– which earns another snarl from her, a terrible feedback loop!
It seems to take a lot for her to tear herself away from your neck– a fetish of hers– but she finally places you down on the deck, laying you down on your back and effortlessly holding you down with a strong hand.
“Do you know what happens,” She says, “To silly hens that leave the henhouse at night?”
You look up at her, a giddy smile on your face, heart beating too fast to think of a response. She looks gorgeous; her strong, imposing body looming over you, her sharp features accentuated with moonlight, a wicked grin on her face… Her tails are out on display too, adding a lot to her aura!
“They get eaten by the fox!” She exclaims, playful delight in her voice as she pounces on you and rips the buttons of your dress open effortlessly. Your boobs bounce free and she instantly grabs onto them, squeezing them and pinching at your nipples.
The surprise knocks the air out of you, and all you can do is gasp as she pins you, biting at your neck again and growling right into your ear. You breathlessly giggle as she bites her way down; your neck, your chest, your belly… She keeps you guessing, too– alternating between bites so hard you know they'll bruise tomorrow, and nibbles so gentle they just tickle. Occasionally she throws in a lick when you least expect it that pulls a moan out of you…!
Finally, she’s made her way all the way down… with a playful snarl, she rips your underwear from your body with her teeth. Fox fruit indeed! You want her mouth on you so bad, if she didn't already have your wrists pinned at this point you'd be tempted to grab her head and guide it down to your clit… Ah well. She has you far too submissive right now for that anyway. And besides, you don't have to wait long at all. She wants your pussy as much as it wants her tongue!
“Ohhhh… ohh!!”
Her first lick feels like heaven! Between the touches you gave yourself earlier and the bites she just gave you now you're plenty worked up, and she knows it. She doesn’t have to start gentle with you– not that she would ever be gentle! Her licks are firm and purposeful, targeting your clit with a precision that only comes from intimate experience. Your Captain knows exactly what gets you going, and takes great pleasure in it. There's a reason girls like you– women who like each other's company– have been flocking to Hachinosu to join her crew from all around the seas, despite the over-abundance of men in Blackbeard’s fleet otherwise.
“Oh fuck… Ah, ah, ah! Ms Devon!” Her tongue swirls expertly around your clit. “Oh fuck, don't stop…!”
“Murun-fufu…” Catarina Devon looks up as she laughs into you, sending a wave of vibrations into your pussy. When she pulls herself away, her lipstick is smeared beautifully across her pale skin. “Don't stop? That's right… that's your favourite isn't it?”
You blush and cover your face, nodding. It is.
Devon puts on a very warm, caring tone. Fake, of course. “Don't you worry, I won't!”
When she dives back in, it's with renewed intensity. The way she licks, sucks, kisses at your clit is overwhelming, even now before your climax– which is building fast! It's gonna be unbelievable once you've…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm getting…”
Devon slides two fingers into your sopping wet hole, immediately targeting your g-spot.
“Mmmmhhh!!” You bury your face in your hands. God, it feels good…
She growls into you as she slurps at you. It’s such an animalistic growl that for a second you're worried she'll bite it! She doesn't though, and with another growl– paired with a very targeted lick, and those fingers pumping in and out of you– she pushes you over the edge.
“Ohhhhh!!! Ms Devon!!!” You groan as you cum, body twitching and tingling with pleasure.
True to her word, Devon doesn't let up. You squirm helplessly beneath her as her tongue laps at your sensitive clit…
“Shit! Aaah… haha, wait! Hey…! Oh fuck, aaaahhh!” You moan, giggle, plead… whatever!
Her fingers slip out of your pussy… you'd almost forgotten they were in there with what she's doing to your sensitive little clit right now! You see them glisten in the moonlight, slick with your juices, as she waves them around showing off the fruits of her labour. She reaches all the way up– an easy task for someone so tall– to your mouth. You open up for her immediately, taking her fingers in and sucking your juices from them. You moan… it's all so erotic that for a moment it makes the overstimulation almost bearable!
For a moment. Her fingers leave your mouth and glide down your jaw, down your neck. Your hypersensitive body tingles and goosebumps at her touch as she trails her fingers along your collarbones. “Mmmh– ah! Okay, okay, okayyyyy!”
“Hm?” Devon makes a curious noise at you, not letting up as she sucks your tender clit.
You start begging properly, “Okay, I seriously… aaaaah! I can't take much more!” You're trying to make your voice as earnest as you can, through all your arousal. Not sure if you're succeeding though.
She gives you another lick, her tongue flat and wide this time. It feels amazing– no, it's too much! Way too much… but, it feels so good…
“Oh god yes, that feels...”
Devon pulls away for a second, grinning up at you. She looks delighted with her work.
“Murun-fufu… I think you've got a few more orgasms left in you!”