The Dread Lotus Ch. 01

"I'll pledge whatever the fuck you want, whore, if it means I can tear you a new cunt-hole!"

He cackles, grinning a little madly. He never was entirely sane.

"That's the spirit. Take him beneath, have him cleaned and shaven and cleaned again, then bring him to my cabin, bound and gagged."

He cackles darkly again, as he's dragged off, not even fighting. "Gonna tear you open, you fucking whore! I'll send those demons running from you!"

She just shakes her head and purses her lips sourly, and looks to already be regretting her decision. My heart slows in my chest as I watch him pulled into the bowels of the ship. I blink, glancing at Lao. She...did she just want someone to fuck? Was it as simple as that? We're all those sordid those rumours true?

One of her crew barks something in their tongue, a question, and gesture to me, Jost and Horace.

She regards us, frowning. "Hmm, I suppose I'll have my hands full with that one." She walks up to me, and I face her, eyes pleading, trying desperately to think of some case I can make. My mind darts back and forth, trying to determine which option here leads to the greatest chance of my ongoing survival.

She reaches out and cups my face again, and nudges my cock with the hard, cold toe of her boot. She smiles again, that dark vulpine smile that sends that enticing shiver through me again. "A shame, he was so pretty. Why can the pretty ones never have cocks like that? Ah well, toss them over."

She releases me and turns to walk away. I gape, head shaking, as Jost and Horace are dragged over to the others behind held by the railing. I feel rough fingers around my arms, and a burst of panic surges through me.

"Wait!" I finally manage to gasp.

The Black Mistress slows, and glances over her shoulder. "Yes?"

I don't want to be tossed into the ocean. God, why did I even consider that an option, I can barely swim. I'm also a little terrified by what this creature might to do me if I stay aboard this ship, by what she plans to do with Callou and his massive manhood, but I decide here and now that I'd rather find out, then spend my life as a slave.

Or be swiftly eaten by a shark.

I scramble to think, all those tales I'd heard flashing through my mind, even through my terror. I swallow, my mouth dry, thinking of Eliza, of the delicious, forbidden things we did together. I know what I have to do, what the one thing I might be able to offer this terrifying woman is, even if I'm not sure I could even bring myself to do it. I work my tongue against my teeth, dry lips parting. "I'm...I'm..."

"Spit it out, boy."

"I can use my tongue!"

She stares at me, her dark eyes cold as they bore into me, satiny black strands of hair swaying gently over her face. The charcoal shading that shadows her slanted eyes suddenly seem very deep, her inspecting eyes merely slits within it. My heart hammers, and just as I'm starting to think it was the wrong thing to say, that she might not even understand what I'm suggesting, her thin lips quirk up in that dangerous smile, the bone through her small nose twitching. Something flickers in her eyes. She walks slowly back to me, slender hips swaying, the knives on her back clinking, and stands above me. "You can use...your tongue?"

I manage a nod.

"And what...exactly," she flicks her tongue over her teeth, "do you mean by that?"

I'm suddenly very conscious that the entire crew of both ships are watching us. I feel the heat in my cheeks, but I keep my head high, focusing only on the pirate queen before me. "I'm...well...I'm very good at...at..."

"At licking a woman's...cunt?" she suggests, lips pulled into a savage little smirk.

Blood rushes through my head, cheeks coloring further at her vulgarity, and I nod.

"Hmm, and you can make a woman," she extends her hand, scraping her sharp nail over my chin, "culminate? What is the word in your tongue? Cum?"

I raise my head, meeting her dark gaze, and nod, trying to appear confident. "Yes."

It's not a lie. I brought Eliza to her climax many times, although to be fair, she operated on a hair trigger, cumming barely the moment my tongue delved between her silken folds. I have no idea if I could do it so somebody else so readily, let alone to this...terrifying figure.

Terrifying, if not strangely, inexplicably seductive. God, I'm certain I don't want to sick my tongue anywhere near her, let alone between her legs, and yet...

I feel my cock twitch at the thought.

She considers me for a long moment, then purses her lips. "I like your confidence, boy. Very well, prove it."

I blink. "I...what?"

She raises her black blade, and I flinch back, but she only sheaths it at her side. She unclasps one of the leather strips binding her red shawl to her, and then another, leaving them to dangle at her side. She steps up to me, wood creaking beneath her long leather boots, and reaches down, grasping the tattered hem of her shawl, and without so much as a pause, draws the garment up to her waist, and tucks the end around one of the knives strapped to her lower back.

My mouth falls open. She wears nothing underneath. I hear gasps and murmurs from my crew, barely audible over the pounding of blood in my ears. My eyes are wide, and all I can do is stare, following those black leather boots, strapped about her calves, to where her toned legs emerge from the tops just below the knee, the skin that dusky shade. Black tattoos flow across her skin, strange flowing designs that wrap around her legs. An old scar runs up her inner thigh, and I follow it, curving with her narrow hips and ending just above her pelvis, where it's intersected by another running across her stomach.

Her bare sex sits directly before my face. There's a light patch of black, silky hair atop her pronounced mound, not curly as my own, but thinner and straight, wispy almost. They're sparse enough for me to see the thin line of her slit curving between her delicately muscled legs, a hint of dark labia poking from the tight cleft.

My heart pounds in my chest, and my mouth is dry, as I stare at this terrifying, savage pirate queen's bare snatch. My brain is still attempting to process her last words.

Prove it.

Surely not...not here, on deck, in front of the entire crew...

She takes another step, boots falling so the toes brush my knees, bringing her sex to within an inch of my face. I breathe in, and her scent fills me. It's so strong, sweet and musky and overwhelming, but not unpleasant. Actually, far from it. It makes my head spin a little, a little cloud of confusion and desire drifting across me, spurring a deep, swelling...

Lust.

I feel my cock twitch against my thigh. My brain might be begging me to run, to dive overboard and risk the sharks, but there's some other part of me, the part currently sending blood rushing between my legs, that wants nothing more than to taste her, then to give myself willingly to her. She sways her hips, brushing those fine hairs against my nose. I inhale again, and my head spins anew as my mind clouds. I feel all resistance melting away, my fear and any lingering traces of repulsion giving way to that strange, dangerous lust as her scent fills my nose.

Oh God, have I been drugged somehow? Is this some manner of spell, some dark Chinese devil-magic?

Because it can't be possible that I actually want to do this, can it?

She leans back, pushing her mound towards me, and reaches down, sliding two fingers along her slit, and spreads it open for me. Those dark, thin lips unfurl, revealing a shadowy glimpse of her slick, glistening intimacy, a deep, dark, wet pinkness.

Eliza was the only woman I'd ever seen up close, and the two couldn't have been more different. My former lover had been all supple flesh and gentle, pale skinned curves. She had a dense tuft of soft, light brown hair, and her beautiful pussy had been a blossoming flower, her labia puffy and fat and delicate, a bright, delectable pink, her clit pronounced within its glistening hood.

I can't even see Captain Zheng's clit, hidden within her narrow slit, within those dark folds of flesh. She reaches out with her other hand, and I don't flinch this time as she slides her fingers through my hair, and gently guides me in. Oh God, that smell, I can't resist, can't hold back...

My lips part, my tongue sliding gently over them, hesitant.

"Shall we say," she purrs above me, gesturing to our ship, engulfed in dancing flames and spewing roiling black smoke into the air, "that if you can bring me to a...culmination, before your ship sinks, then you might have a spot amongst my crew. If not, you join your own."

My eyes dart to the collapsing ship, already beginning to crumble. I turn back, determination filling me, and run by tongue across my lips again. Zheng widens her stance, thrusting her mound towards my face.

And without further thought, I move to meet her. My lips meet her hot sex, and I dart my tongue out, lapping hesitantly at her spread cunt. I pull my tongue back and run it around my mouth, tasting her, savouring her. It's the most complex flavour I've ever tasted, tangy and rich and vibrant. I lick her again, and again, sliding my tongue through her narrow cleft, moistening her smooth folds, tasting that enticingly sensual taste.

I breath in deeply, inhaling her musk, her arousal, her sweat and leather. I half expected her to be filthy, to be unwashed, but she's clean and pure. My head spins, and my cock throbs.

"If this is all you can do, boy, you'll be going overboard."

I giver her one final hesitant lick, guiding the tip of my tongue along her slippery flesh, and then breathe in and close my eyes for a moment, pressing my lips to her, gently kissing her. I look up, over her tangle of wispy hair, and find her watching me curiously with her shadowed, slanted eyes. I hold her dark gaze for moment, savouring the dangerous energy passing between us, and then I dive in.

I enclose my lips around her hot sex, and swirl my tongue roughly into her, parting her silky-smooth channel. I lose myself almost immediately, my fear, my trepidation, my awareness of the crowd of pirates watching us; all gone the instant her overpowering sex fills my mouth. I give everything I have to devouring her tight Oriental cunt.

I explore her, guiding my question tongue firmly over the soft folds of her labia, sucking the soft flesh into my mouth, exploring the wrinkled ridges. I splay her open, lapping at her velvety softness as I suck and slurp her sweet nectar into my hungry mouth, starving for more. I delve deeper, stiffening my tongue as I push it into her tight hole, tasting the richness of her vagina as she quivers around my tongue. She gasps a tight moan, fingers entangling in my hair. I fuck her with my tongue, and then draw it free with a wet slurp, flattening it and rasping it wetly over her slit. I grind up her length, putting extra pressure against the soft bundle of folded flesh where I know her clit is buried.

She gives a guttural purr as I grind her clit into her mound, and she allows me to do this for a few moments, grinding back into me, before suddenly she pulls back and shoves me roughly. I fall against the railing, looking up at her in shock, terrified again that I've done something wrong. She advances on me, tattered scarlet shawl flapping about her stomach, eying me with a vicious, predatory hunger. She plants her boot against my chest and shoves me against the railing, knocking my head against the hard wood. I try to speak, but she raises the boot and thuds it beside my head, and thrusts her now spread slit back against my face.

She grinds herself into me, and I suck hungrily away, swirling through her, massaging her inner walls with my tongue as she gives little raspy moans. My hands find her soft thighs, and grip them tight as she bucks and grinds into me, grinding my head into the railing. I feel my cock stiffen, and it sticks rigid before me, engorged as I lap away.

Zheng gasps and purrs, driving me on, encouraging my devouring of her slippery cunt. I suck the soft folds of her hood into my mouth hard, probing my tongue in between their tight grip, tonguing her sensitive little hidden nub. She gasps, clawing at my head, boot sliding against the railing. I suck harder, flicking at her tiny, engorged clit. She begins muttering something, crying out softly in her town tongue.

I do what I know Eliza liked. I work between sucking hard on her clit, nibbling gently on the hood of dark silky skin, grinding it into her mound, flicking it rapidly, circling it, and then grinding my splayed tongue down, and delving into her hole. I close my eyes, but I can't pretend it's her. The feel, the shape, the overwhelming taste of this fearsome pirate queen, is nothing like my sweet Eliza.

And right now, in this moment, I don't even miss her.

I grasp her thighs tighter, and feeling emboldened by her cries, still in a language I can't understand, I slide my hands up, enclosing them about her tight rear, and squeezing the supple flesh of her toned ass. She bucks into me, and I slide my fingers further, into the cleft of her ass, pulling her open as I drag her into me, digging my tongue into her slippery cunt. I brush soft hairs with my fingertips, and wedge my tongue against her clit and hum. She mewls and shudders above me.

I'm not thinking, just acting on impulse, but a part of me recalls what I had accidental discovered was a secret delight of Eliza's, when I had once brushed my thumb over the wrinkled star of her rosy anus. My fingers move, sliding to meet Zheng's tight rosebud, and brush across it, gently tickling the rubbery flesh. A clouded part of me prays that it's not the wrong move. I'm not even certain if it's something woman generally enjoy.

But surely if anyone would, she would.

She tenses above me, shuddering and mewling, and rasping something that sounds almost...encouraging. I rub harder, massaging her puckered hole as I grind into her clit, her wet cunt smearing nectar over my chin. I trail my finger down, collecting a little juice, and run it back over her anus, making it slippery and easier to slide my finger about as I rub gently. I hook my thumb around, slipping it into her vagina, into her tight, sucking channel, silky slick walls gripping my questing digit as I plunge it in deep. I massage her, exerting as much pressure as my thumb can manage.

I drive my tongue against her tiny clit, and with my forefinger, I circle around her tight little rear opening. As she grates out hissing sighs of pleasure and grinds herself into my insatiable mouth, the pure liquid ambrosia seeping from her glorious slit clouding my mind, I try something that I never dared try with Eliza.

I push.

There's a moment of pressure as her rubbery seal resists, but only a moment, and she gives way, her tight ring dilating just enough to suck my slippery finger inside. She groans above me, her delicate sphincter gripping my finger tight, squeezing me with her warm anal muscles.

God...what am I doing? Something screams at me to pull my finger free, to pull my tongue free, to get away, that the very idea of sticking any part of myself into this bloodthirsty killer is reprehensible, least of all her filthy asshole. But I don't care. I push on, sliding my finger in and out, massaging the velvety floor of her snug, warm hole.

I gyrate my wrist, moving first my thumb deeper and then my finger. She groans, grating between clenched teeth, and I pinch my fingers together, meeting between her thin interior walls. I glide my fingers in and out as fast as I can manage, keeping my tight hold, feeling the digits against one another within her. I suck furiously on the little bundle of folds enveloping her tiny clit, sinking my fingers deep into her tight, slippery depths.

She gives a ragged, grating cry above me, morphing into a gasped tirade of Chinese. She thrusts into me, her body trembling and shuddering, boot spasming against the railing beside my head. I feel her sex convulse, and her inner walls spasm, clenching me. She grips my hair painfully tight, dragging me into her, clenching my head with her hot, powerful thighs. I slide my thumb free, and drive my forefinger deep into her tight ass. My face is buried within her hot gash, and I can't breathe, but I barely notice.

Her cries become shrill, and as she bucks my mouth is flooded with the deluge of her climax, practically spraying over my suctioning lips. Her sweet, tangy nectar fills my mouth, making my head spin in a euphoric frenzy, and I slurp and suck at the incredible liquid for all I'm worth. Her muscles spasm around my probing finger, pulling me in deeper inside her clenching anus, and I massage her gently as I suck at her, swirling my tongue around her clit, making sure not to make direct contact.

Her climax ripples through her, her back arched, head thrown back. We rock together, swaying with the motion of the ship, my finger buried inside her, as she rides the lessening waves of ecstasy I've triggered. Eventually, blessedly, she slumps against me, and I break my contact with her steamy sex, gasping for breath, heart hammering. She pants above me, fingers curling lazily through my hair.

I slowly become aware of the lap of water, of the crackle of flames, of the stench of acrid smoke cutting through the glorious aroma of her cunt. I pull back, gazing at her dark, beautiful slit, glistening and vibrant, her black hair matted, and then look hesitantly up at her. I don't see the crew, or the judgement in their eyes. I only see her.

She looks down at me, wearing that hungry, vulpine smile, slanted eyes narrowed, teeth bared, lip quirked up.

She looks like she wants to devour me, literally eat me alive.

And by God, I want to let her. I want this bloodthirsty marauder, every part of her, more than anything I've ever wanted. If I tried right now, I don't think I could even remember what Eliza looked like. That fierce, sensual danger in her black, killer's eyes makes my cock throb between my legs.

She brushes my cheek, scraping a nail over my skin. I lick my glossy lips, my face smeared with her juices. She runs the nail over my lips, and pulls it to herself. She runs it through her slit, clawing the sharp nail through her delicate folds, and then raises it to her mouth and sucks it in. I see her tongue swirl about it, and she hisses a soft moan. She drops her boot to the desk with a thud, and turns, facing the crew, showing them her engorged sex, glistening and lush.

I see them stare, her own crew impassive, as if this isn't the first time they've witness such a spectacle, while the faces of mine are a mangled mix of shock, disgust, abhorrence and undeniable lust. Jost and Horace, held by the railing, their pants still down, both have rigid cocks. Zheng pants softly, saying nothing, just standing tall and proud, as if daring someone to speak against her. My eyes trail to the soft curve of her toned ass, to her shadowy cleft. I see the downy black hairs, see the delicate star of her dark rosebud. My eyes fix on it, on that dark, forbidden hole, and without thinking I lean forwards, tongue sliding between my lips.

She glances over her shoulder as my hot breath meets the bare, dusky skin of her ass. Her wicked smile grows, and she reaches down, digging her sharp nails into the soft flesh and pulling her cheeks wide for me. Her tight brown hole is pulled obscenely, the tender star stretched open, giving me a hint of the dark pinkness beyond her dilating ring.

"Go on," she purrs, "I know you want to. Taste me."

Taste her...

No...no, her cunt is one thing, but this...I can't...I can't...

I fall forwards, pressing my face between her soft cheeks, pressing my lips to the tender ring of her rubbery anus, and slide my tongue out, licking her without another thought. She shivers, and I lick harder, swirling my tongue around the wrinkled folds of skin, tasting something new, something filthy and delicious, something dangerously enticing. She reaches back, clasping my hair and thrusting her ass into my needy mouth. I kiss her hole, sucking hungrily, desperately, swirling my tongue sloppily against her.