Queen Of The Pirates Ch 01

*Author's Note: This story series contains a human woman having sex with anthropomorphic animals of different species. If that isn't your cup of tea, turn back now. Every chapter will contain sex, and many different kinks will be explored.*

Chapter 1

Bright sunlight nearly blinded me as I stepped out onto the quarterdeck of

The Shameless.

New clothes, new ship, new me, and now I was ready to face the world as Captain Lexi. The tight black leathers hugged my chest and hips as I moved towards the ladder to climb down to the dock. Standing there, I looked out over the shipyard of Mormir's Rest.

Seagulls barked out their hunger above me, flying over the dozen or so ships tied to the docks.

The Shameless

, I noted, was the second largest ship there. Another large galleon was tied off at the far end. I knew that it was the Governor's ship,

Mormir's Hammer

. Even though it was bigger, it was nowhere near as well maintained. Smirking, I turned my head, looking over the rest of the dilapidated town.

Once again I felt the swell of gratitude to Rom. The God of Lust had spared me from a miserable life here. My parents were both dead, and despite learning to read and write, no one would hire a homeless orphan. I had put all my hopes and dreams into the Blessing Ritual, but the twenty-one year wait had been worth it. Now, I had been given a magical ship, and unknown powers of my own. For the first time in my life, I was eager for the dawn.

Examining the town, I thought about the future, such as what kind of crew I would have. The world of Falnor was full of all kinds of sentient creatures and the town of Mormir's Rest was no different. From snake people to horsefolk, all of them lived and worked together. Some of them were more friendly than others, but most of us existed in harmony. Though lately, with all these years of the Gods being absent, old rivalries had been resurfacing. I knew my crew would be a mix of different creatures, each would provide their own unique talents. Holding them all together would be tricky.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and resumed looking out over the island. Many of the houses in the town were abandoned, leaving only the center of the city with any signs of life. Thankfully, few patrols really looked through the old houses, places that orphans like myself used as shelter. From the side of my ship I could just make out the small house I lived in not two days ago. A crumbling ruin near the outskirts, I left everything from my old life there. With a nostalgic sigh I descended the ladder.

The rope creaks happily under my grip. On my way down I can feel a pair of eyes resting on my ass. This kind of attention was new to me, my previous scrawny look usually just turned eyes away. I grin, far from being shy I welcomed the gaze. Releasing the ladder, I fall the last few feet with my boots making a satisfying thunk on the wood.

"Oy, it's two silver drakes to moor a galleon," came an oily voice in front of me. A thin and greasy weasel steps out from behind a post, the Dockmaster. His ill-fitting suit and tie were stained almost the same brown as his fur, though it might have been blue at some point. One hand was outstretched and the other held an open book, "And your name."

Well now I knew who was staring at my ass, "What do you say to five drakes and we forget the name?" I wasn't ready for anyone in the city to connect my name to the fancy new ship. My patron had left me a small pouch full of coins, now tied on my belt beside my shortsword. He looked down at his book, where I placed five of the small silver coins, the wingless dragons facing up.

I appraised the Dockmaster as he considered my offer, his dark eyes staring down at the coins. His snub snout was a dark brown that blended into the lighter mocha fur that covered the rest of his body. Those beady eyes stared shrewdly at my coins before he smiled and closed his book with a snap, the coins still inside.

"Welcome to Mormir's Rest, Ms. Smith," he informed me with a smile. His eyes, I noted, seemed to struggle to move past my cleavage and up to my face. The Dockmaster was not someone anyone would accuse of having a moral compass. Sadly for him, the only thing more important than my tits was inspecting each coin, three drakes was a decent sum. Thanks to his greed, he neglected to pay attention to his own coin purse. I had happily liberated the fat bag as I moved past his desk on the docks. Might as well get used to being a pirate.

The whole town looked different to me now. The cobblestone streets in the center of the city used to seem clean and ordered compared to the abandoned alleys of my home. Now, I could tell all of it was just filthy and chaotic. Most of us blamed the Governor, in his beautiful hilltop mansion. But for all our blame, no one has ever made moves to stop him. The few people out in the streets barely give me a second glance. Newcomers were not that uncommon, but they could face the truth. Like all travelers, I wouldn't be here the next morning. No one ever stayed once they saw what has become of the once prosperous city.

Moving down the central street, I approached the Market. It was the only busy place in the whole city. The long street was filled with farmers, fishermen, and crafters. Each calling out prices and beckoning to the shoppers. Market Street led to the Governor's Mansion and the farther up the street you moved, the wealthier the shops became. Stalls used to fill the street all the way to docks, but now barely a third of the cobblestone road had any traffic.

Walking through the crowd, I had a specific store in mind. A specific family of fishermen. Elbowing my way past a group of young kits watching a sword swallowing tabby cat, I found my store. A group of multicolored drakes worked behind the counter of a wooden stall. The front counter was filled with huge fishes of various species and colors.

During my twenty one years here, I never found much in the way of friendship. Most people avoided the orphans. But, there was one drake that I knew was my friend. He always had extra fish offcuts for me and seemed to enjoy the deeper conversations we had on the Gods and the future. Like everyone, he always thought I was crazy for putting so much hope into the Blessings. That didn't stop him from trying it himself on his twenty-first birthday last year, but like everyone else, no Gods chose him.

"My my, you must be the most beautiful newcomer we've had to the island in years," came a voice to my right. The white colored drake grinned at me, wiggling the ridges above his golden eyes like they were eyebrows. Black horns sweep back from the top of his head, sleek and ending in points. A longer and slender snout, he was a slender drake, which was very unlike the rest of the dragonkin. His bare chest scales shone like alabaster in the sun, shirtless with only a pair of black trousers, the cocky dragon held out a claw to shake, "Lorn."

"It's me Lexi," I told my friend.

"Lexi? I haven't seen her in a couple days," he replied, obviously not paying much attention with his ears.

"No, Lorn. I'm Lexi."

"Lexi?!? What the nine sins happened to you?" his tail thrashed behind him in his excitement.

"I had my birthday two days ago," I said, his sharp golden eyes finally meeting my dark brown ones.

"The ritual?" came the obvious question.

"It worked."

"It actually worked?! You saw the Gods?!"

"Not so loud, you idiot," I chastised him before anyone in the crowd could overhear.

"Well the Blessing definitely agrees with you," Lorn laughed softly, but I caught his eyes moving down my body again. "You look all grown up now."

"Look, I'll make this fast. I have a ship, I'm leaving, I want you to come with me," I told him in a half whisper, ignoring his ribbing. Leaning over the fish to hear me, Lorn slips and almost falls into his family's catch.

"They gave you a ship?" his voice was full of disbelief, "If this was anyone but you, I'd call you a liar."

"I'll explain everything if you come with me, I promise."

"At least give me the day to think about it."

"You know it's the only way out," I argue.

"I've been saving up gold to buy my own ship, you know that."

"And how much more do you need?" My question makes him flinch.

"That's not the point," he retorts, "But yes, it is a tempting offer. Let me talk to my Da, and think it over ok?"

"Just today Lorn, I'm not kidding that I'm leaving," my voice was low, but serious. Nodding his agreement, Lorn steps back before turning to find his father. Watching them for a moment, I noted like aways, how much bigger Lorn's father Darius was. My friend really was the runt of his family.

The storefront of the Wildscale family was one of the better cared for spots this low on Market Street. Solid wooden beams held up the multicolored sheet that saved the drakes from the sun. Their stall connected directly to the grey stone blocks that made up the walls of their house. Unlike the rest of the street, they had taken pains to replace the cracked stones with new ones.

Darien Wildscale, Lorn's father, believed in caring for his family above all. He ensured their ship and home were well kept, which meant his many sons and daughters worked hard to provide for the family. I marveled at them, all working together in unison to place out the fresh fish. Lorn and Darien looked as if their discussion was getting heated, so I decided to make my exit.

Pivoting back to the market, I decided to take a final stroll through the rest of the city. Lorn would come with me, I knew he yearned as much as I did to escape this island. His family owned a ship, but he was the youngest and had little hope of making his own way. He knew more about sailing than I did, and I needed someone experienced with me.

Lost in my thoughts I turned down the alleys near my old home. I had no intention of going back, nothing but rags and garbage waited for me there. But, I did want to remember where I came from, so I wouldn't let myself get too used to the comforts that I would have from now on. I didn't want to be another corrupt ruler, abusing her followers.

Without the hustle of Market Street, or the calls of seagulls near the docks, the city was quiet. I could hear the skittering of rodents nearby, and the soft rustle of clothes from one or two people living in the abandoned buildings. For ten years following the death of my mother, I lived in these alleys. Scrounging food where I could, I was eternally grateful to Lorn. I wouldn't have survived without the fish he snuck away to give me.

Standing there in a deserted alley, I wondered how he would handle the sexual part of my Blessing. To be quite honest, I had always been curious what the drake was packing between his legs. Even though he had been kind to me, I never felt like he was interested in me that way. I remembered the look he gave the new me before he realized who I was. Shivering with a newly budding desire, I realized he might be more into it than I thought.

"You're a long way from home Miss," the deep voice made me jump. I had wandered down a dead end side alley while lost in thought. Turning to look behind me, I saw a large stallion standing at the entrance to the alley. Using his bulk, the horse blocked the alley, leaving me no escape except deeper into the dark. The dagger in his hand glinted in the few rays of sunlight that made it through the crumbling stone buildings on either side of us. Obviously, his intentions were not friendly.

"Hello there big boy," I said, gauging the large male. "What can I do for you?"

"Give me your coin and you can go," he said, standing tall and trying to intimidate me. My eyes went down his broad chest, black fur flashing through holes in his brown shirt. Tight and ill fitting pants exposed the bulge at his groin, leaving very little to the imagination. Most men tend to think with their dicks, so maybe I could convince this one to let me go. After all, Rom gave me the gift of this gorgeous body, I should put it to good use.

"How about a blowjob instead?" came my nonchalant reply. I could see from the way he stumbled a bit, that this response was not what he expected. Mostly expecting to just distract him, I decided I wasn't against it if he wanted me to blow him. He was a full two heads taller than me, but instead of intimidating me, all it did was turn me on more. Unable to resist, I stared at his bulge. I was very happy to learn the stereotype was true, my mugger was large all over.

Admiring the stallion more and more, I held my hands up so I could approach him. His short snout was rounded cutely. Long hair hung wildly over his face, obscuring most of his bright brown eyes, the color contrasting against his all black fur. Broad shouldered and all muscle, he was quite the stallion. With some proper grooming and clothes, he could be quite handsome.

"I...I don't want to rape you, I jus-"

"Shhh, no one said rape," I moved closer as I spoke, closing the distance between us. My hips sway seductively with each step. His face goes through a war of emotions before settling on a dazed and aroused look. Sudden heat radiated from my midsection, the tattoo was almost buzzing on my skin. I fumble for a moment, grabbing onto my stomach, but the heat fades almost as fast as it came. Standing straight, a bit bewildered, I see the horse has lowered his dagger.

"Gods you're beautiful," the deep voice was submissive sounding now, no longer the booming confidence of a strong man about to take advantage of someone. Now, he sounds desperate, almost pleading, "Can I touch you while you do it?"

"No," I purred in response, watching the disappointment on his face, "But you can look." Recovered now, I resume moving towards him. With just a few feet left between us, I yank down my leather top to free my chest. A small sigh of relief escapes me as my heavy tits bounce into the air, the top was tighter than I thought. The stallion's eyes are locked onto my breasts, almost whining while he stares.

"Be a good boy and take off your pants," I ordered him, wiggling my chest back and forth for him. Despite his eyes never wavering from my tits, he rapidly shoves his pants off. My breath catches a bit when his clothes pool around his ankles, his erection springing into the air. Taking a moment, I admire his very equine looking length, colored the same black as his fur, but with a large pink splotch in the middle. Huge balls hang low under his lightly twitching shaft.

Licking my lips, I let him enjoy the view of my chest. His member looks impossibly huge for me, leaving me with a bit of a question on whether I could even fit him in my mouth. The flared tip was much bigger than I expected. Well, my patron is the God of Lust, so I assume he has an answer for this. Otherwise he wouldn't have been going on about having an open mind.

I reach forward, closing the last of the distance between us and grabbing his thick member in one motion. Hearing him moan at my touch makes me heat up more than I thought it would, a dull ache starting between my legs. My hand explores his shaft, fingers lightly tracing over his veins. Marveling at his cock, I enjoy the way he twitches when I brush against his flared tip. The second hand joins my first, sliding both of them up and down his member. Squeezing, tugging, and caressing, I spend a few minutes enjoying the feel of my first huge cock. His whimper of desire and frustration makes me grin.

"Now remember, no touching," a gentle reminder. His hands move behind his back at my reminder and he nods dully. With my tits swaying, I kneel down to the cobblestones and bring myself face to face with the tip of his cock. So close to his tip now, I thanked the Gods that he was at least hygienic, something I hadn't even considered before. A deep heat in my core makes me realize how much I wanted this too. His gigantic length was igniting fires inside of me that I didn't know existed.

Already a small bead of precum drips out of his widely flared tip. Both of my hands grip the base of his shaft, holding it still while my tongue slides over the salty drop, relishing the taste of it. He lets out a low groan at the touch of my tongue, his member twitching in my grip. Seeing the desire in his eyes brings a throb to my groin, knowing he was enthralled to me and the pleasure I can give him.

My hands slowly stroke the huge equine cock, leaving me to wonder how much of it could possibly fit. My pussy pulses at the thought, she wanted to try it too. Promising myself to take care of that later, I push the flared tip into my open mouth. I thrash my tongue over his soft tip, licking up more of his tasty nectar. The moans that reward me are enough to redouble my efforts, working my tongue over him.

My stallion gives a cute whinny as his length slowly slides past my lips. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the feel of his thick cock on my tongue. The fact that I am barely able to fit my jaw around him just turns me on. My pussy quivers at the idea of how much his length would fill me up. I feel the tattoo buzz and heat up again when his tip taps the back of my throat. Stopping now, only about halfway down his cock, I wait for the magic to wash over me.

The tattoo calms again, leaving me to realize that his cocktip is pressing against my throat and it isn't choking me. Excitement fills me as I eagerly jam his horsecock down my throat. I feel it slide easily deeper and deeper, inch by inch until my lips touch the soft fur of his groin. My eyes look up at him, admiring his broad chest above me as he moans. His hips thrust a little into my throat and I let my tongue bathe the underside of his shaft.

Pulling back, I feel every inch of his huge meat leave my throat. I stop with his tip still in my mouth, letting my tongue writhe all over his flared tip again. My hands return to his shaft, stroking up and down in time with each flick of my tongue. The loud noises of pleasure my would-be mugger made drove me crazy, knowing that I can make even a big strong stallion sound like a squealing boy.

A big spurt of pre catches me by surprise, but I gladly swallow it down. Despite the raging need coming between my own legs, I ignore myself for now and focus on the delicious horsecock in front of me. Keeping both hands at the base of his length, I let his shaft slide all the way back down my throat. Now, I let myself use the magic to the fullest. My head moves back and forth quickly, slurping down his member until my lips meet his crotch. Grabbing his rear, squeezing the strong muscles there, I pull him into my throat, letting him pump his hips.

The stallion was a good boy, his hands staying behind his back the entire time. I urged him on, my hands tugging at his ass to make him pick up the pace. Once he gets a rhythm going, fucking my throat with his massive cock, I let a hand slide down to his swollen balls. Cupping his nuts, I let each one roll against my palm and open fingers. A moan of my own escapes me when just one of his huge balls fits in my hand at a time.

The alleyway was filled with the wet squelches of my mouth sucking the horse dry. My hands and mouth move together, moving my throat up and down the spit slickened shaft. I can feel my chest bouncing with my motions, my eyes watching as the horse can't help but stare down at me, his eyes full of lust and adoration. My groin pulses with pleasure, enjoying the power I had over this strong male. I was excited to test this power later, to see how far I can push them.

I felt his climax approaching several moments before it came. His entire shaft began to swell, throbbing in my mouth. Wanting to taste his seed, I pulled back again to leave just his tip. He moans louder and nearly stumbles when the first shot of his cum hits the back of my throat. The strong taste of his seed filling my mouth drives me over the edge with him, my pussy convulsing as I orgasm without even touching myself. Shivering, I swallow each wave of his load as he pumps it into my waiting mouth.