You thought it would be easy.
A lone ship, seemingly defenseless enough. Nothing difficult, nothing you haven't seen before.
How wrong could you have been?
You and your shipmates, beaten by a small group. Your leader dead, a majority of your friends, too. You surrendered the moment you saw the man you called 'captain' fall, and let yourself be captured.
Now you were laid down, bound, gagged and alone in a dark room under the decks. You were terrified for your life but... you were also quite aroused.
The girls who managed to beat you were rather beautiful, particularly the mature redhead, who, by hearing the others speak, you knew was named Celica. You hadn't fathomed seeing such a beauty on a ship like the one you stormed... so why? why was she on that ship? and why did she spare you? was she some kind of saint?
Your thoughts were interrupted by the same Red-Haired beauty entering the dimly lit room, a flame in her hand, her other hand on the hilt of her sword. She was still rather cautious of you, despite your predicament.
"You're the only soldier who surrenderred without so much as a struggle. Why?" She asked curiously. Seeing her, high above you, looking down at you with both disdain and gentle kindness in her eyes, you began to feel something within you.
"No reason" you tried to say, the cloth around your motuh stopping you. it was here, she ungagged you, letting you speak.
"My apologies. I should have asked after that" She bowed her head in forgiveness.
"It's alright" You said, stretching your body a small bit.
"I'm Celica, a Priestess of Novis" She smiled gently. "What might your name be?" She questioned.
"That's not important. What I wanna know is, why're you here?" You replied.
"That is... I wanted to know, why did you become pirates? and... do you know your way around these waters?" She asked.
You began to explain what you knew, You didn't know much, but you explained your situation, your life as a pirate, how you were driven to it by starvation and desperation. Celica could only look on in pity.
"That's horrible..." She sighed. She lit up the small torch scones in the room, and took her hand off of her blade.
"It's not much, but it was something" You said back to her.
She sat herself down on a rickety chair in the corner of the room, bringing it closer to you. It was here you began to look more at her attire. Her beatiful clothes, all light and graceful. She was almost akin to a Goddess, like the one she likely was a Priestess of. Your eyes eventually looked down to her boots, Beautifully fashioned, right in front of your face, and seemingly having been worn for quite a while.
"Now then... what might it be that I have to do? that is, to have you help us?" She asks.
"Help you...? I mean... regular stuff and... well, a guy's got his other needs"
"...Right" She bites her lip. "And how exactly would you satiate those 'other needs', if I accepted?"
Now was the moment. You knew you could say almost anything in your perverted fantasies, as long as it didn't do anything bad to her group.
"Oh, it'll only affect you positively, I'm sure" In that moment, you decide to...
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