Author's Note: I've made slight changes to Chapter 3, in which the cap'n decides to sell Adeline off to the prince. Please check that out to prevent any confusion.
As always, enjoy reading!
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Adeline lost track of time once again. Time didn't flow the same way up here as it did at the bottom of the sea. The merman once told her the humans kept their time by the cycle of the sun and moon. Deep in the ocean, time was more fluid. She knew sharks who lived longer than it took for a large ship to rust in the depths of the sea floor. At home, she would break the kelp in front of the cave she used to stay in, when she went out to hunt for fishes, and would head out again when the kelp grew to a certain height. The human's cycle of day and night was much shorter than what she was used to. On the ship, the humans delighted in their rituals. They would scamper around the ship at the same time each day doing the same things as they did yesterday. Their busyness reminded her so much of the small yellow fishes which hung around her cave, always garbling and chasing after each other.
The first night on the ship was rough. Adeline felt physically drained and very parched. Her jaw hurt and her lips were so dry they cracked and bled. As the moon rose high up in the sky, most of the men went to bed and the boat fell silent, except for the creaking of the rigging and the crashing of waves against the side of the ship. She dozed off as well, her upper body hanging off the barrel. It was uncomfortable but she was so exhausted she didn't care. Her hair was matted where the men shot their seed. Her body and face had suffered the same too and now their semen dried and crusted on her skin. She thought she might be giving off a stench, something which simply didn't happen when she was a mermaid.
Wexley was the first one to wake up on ship. He took over from Clifford who preferred the night shift. Wexley liked dawn. The sight always cheered him up. And there was no better place to catch the sunrise than in the middle of the ocean. It always seemed so peaceful then, everything so perfect, so hopeful. He stepped on the deck with a tankard of ale and some dried meat and gazed at the horizon. The sky was beginning to light up, chasing away the darkness and welcoming all the colors of the sun. It reminded him of the flower fields of his hometown, before he decided to embark on an adventure.
An unmoving figure on the stern of the boat caught his eye then. He frowned, strolled over to her. The girl they rescued from the sea was asleep in an unnatural position, still tied to the barrel. He was sure she would have a crick in her neck when she woke up. He grimaced at her disheveled state, though he knew all of them had a hand in it, himself included. He didn't want to excuse himself. Not at all.
Still, he decided he would be kind and wash her and feed her. It was the same kindness he would extend to a starving dog on the street or to a lost child. It would also mean they would be able to use her for much longer. He had witnessed the whores who worked on some ships, knew most didn't live long before they succumbed to ill treatment and diseases. It was common knowledge that only the most desperate of whores were willing to work on the sea.
This woman wasn't the same. She was a virgin and they would sell her to the prince, cap'n had said. It was much wiser to keep her in good condition.
Her long lashes fluttered when he wiped her face with a wet cloth. She saw him but, just like yesterday, she wasn't afraid of him. Most people were. They found him too large, too tall, too muscular, and too black. When her face was cleaned, she murmured something to him, her voice soft and sweet. There was no need for translation. He saw the gratefulness shining in her eyes. It made him feel good, so he gave her some ale and water, and cleaned the rest of her up. He checked the bindings to make sure she didn't have rope burns. He even found some of the salve for treating sunburns which most of the crew refused to use. He would have to let the cap'n know her skin was too pale to remain in the sun until they reach the port. Perhaps they should cover her with some sort of shade.
His large hands caressed her back, tracing the column of her spine, entranced by the difference in the color of their skin. Wexley knew few people beyond his village ever had skin as dark as his, but he seldom felt embarrassed by it. It was the same, he thought, as those people with rare hair colors or eye colors, or odd birthmarks on their bodies. Now, he was delighted by the contrast of his hand on her back. He moved around on her ass, warming up the salve so she could absorb it better. She moaned. His cock began to grow in his pants. He remembered the way she had taken his long cock into her mouth, felt the urge to come in her again. He finished her legs with sweeping motions, saw that her pussy lips were once again puffy and her juices were seeping again. He fondled her pussy for a bit, then straightened and walked around to the front, freeing his cock from his pants. She opened her mouth obediently, her cheeks bulging out as he pushed himself into the wet cavity, already used to how these men handled her. He fisted her hair and fucked her mouth, his hips thrusting deeply until he spent his seed into her throat. That felt so good.
Adeline spent the next four days on the deck of the ship. The first day had been the worst. After that, the captain limited the men's time with her to three times a day and banned them from touching her anymore. She was also constantly applied with a cooling salve so her skin remained tender, and someone came around every once in a while to feed her ale and dried meat, and tend to her bodily functions.
On the fifth day, she was untied from the barrel by the cap'n, who was dressed neatly before her, his cock tucked in his pants. She fell clumsily into a heap on the deck, her muscles weak from the extended bondage. She felt dizzy, her limbs heavy and numb. She was also getting wet once more between her legs, long conditioned from the cap'n daily ministrations to equate his presence with a few hours of igniting fire in her pussy and denying her any release. She raised her head to look at him, opened her mouth to beg.
The cock in the captain's pants was right in line of sight as he stood towering over her. She was filled with an indescribable urge to take it out and shove it inside her. Would that give her the orgasm she wanted? The cap'n had rubbed his cock against her pussy, inciting those swollen flesh and sensitive tissues, teasing her but never giving her what she wanted. She knew they wanted to push their hard cocks into her but they held back for reasons she didn't know, plunging their cocks into her mouth and making her swollen all their seeds instead. She wanted what they kept taunting her with, a hard cock between her legs, pushing deep inside her, spilling his warm seed deep into her womb. Each time they teased her opening with their fingers, spreading her apart and sticking their fingers into her, she tried to imagine what a real cock would feel like. Would they fuck her like they fuck her mouth, rough and quick, with long deep strokes or short hasty ones, before sinking as deep as possible and spewing their seeds with a groan of satisfaction?
"Get up," Gerald ordered. When she didn't move, he looked down, noticing that she was staring at his crotch. He cracked into a smile, bending down and pulling her up. "Finally make you into a cock-hungry whore, haven't we?"
After five days of availing themselves to her body, he had announced that the girl would now be in the hold until they docked, which would be in two days. The crew had protested, but they also understood. She wouldn't have sold for a lot of money from the way she looked right now, like a used-up ship whore, and they needed her to be presentable for the palace slaver. And that was what Gerald would do now.
