Tamaska saw several men grumbling to one another as their eyes raked over all of her bare flesh. She did not need to speak the language to understand the meaning. She wondered if dereliction of duty would become a real problem if this became the standard solution. Emberspike's answer drew her attention away from the men and left her blushing. She imagined the whole crew watching in shock and awe as he just took her right on the raised deck. His gaze left her feeling weak in the knees. She could practically feel him in her, the memory was so strong.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Thank you for the compliment Master Emberspike, I like the look as well, although I do miss my braids a little." </span>the trolless said softly, trying to brush the hair out of her eye, only to have it fall back exactly where it had been.<span style="color: indigo">"and hopefully you will not have to wait too long to get those strong hands on my body again." </span>She shivered at the thought and licked her lips, favouring him with a mischievous wink.<br/><br/>As she was led below, Tamaska found more reason to blush. Again, under the weight of so many eyes taking in her the blush deepened until almost her whole body had changed color. She had to slip around and squeeze past people as the scent of the confined assailed her delicate nose. Luckily, First Mate Dalton was in such a hurry to fulfill his duty that in no time Emberspike brought her to a halt in front of a large wooden door. With a holler five men were on their feet.<br/><br/>The young trolless did not even bother to listen to Dalton's tirade. her eyes were on the five men that would have the pleasure of her company for the next two hours. Her small tongue licked her lips nervously. They were all big, strong men and by the look of intense lust on their faces as they caught sight of her, they had gone long without a woman's touch. Her pulse pounded in both dread and anticipation. Never had she dreamt of something like this happening, and now it was only moments away. She took a few deep breaths which did not help the five soldiers state of mind as her chest rose and fell in a very inviting manner.<br/><br/>She saw the First Mate turn and stare at her with an odd look that was equal parts lust and contempt. Judging by the tented area in his pants, he was most upset that he did not get to stay and enjoy the festivities personally. She jumped when the door slammed behind her and bit her bottom lip in a vain attempt to stifle the giggles that burst forth at Emberspike's critique of the first mate.<br/><br/>She gulped softly as all eyes fell on her and they exchanged comments in common. Her disguised goblin captor unhooked her chain and with a hand on her shapely rear, one that took a moment to savour its grip, shoved her into the arms of five aroused sailors. immediately, she felt five bulges press in a circle around her body, two on her thighs, one on each of her firm asscheeks and one grinding just above her nethers. Already, the heat was stifling. Trapped amongst the hard bodies all she could do was what they wanted, she could not hope to resist had she wanted to and given how she was already moaning under their hard, rough touch they knew that she was going to be a fun and willing toy.<br/><br/>Tamaska found her arms jerked behind her by the sailors that were there. Both guided her slender hand to their bulges, one being so forward as to push her hand into his loosened trousers. Her fingers coiled obediently around both members and began a swift, if somewhat awkward stroke. The men both moaned and she felt the tips of their erect members grinding more firmly into her leather-clad ass. hands slid over her stomach and thighs and especially her breasts.<br/><br/>Tamaska could only close her eyes and moan in pleasure as the hands groped her breasts, roughly kneading and squeezing until her flesh bulged between their fingers. Other hands stroked her flat abdomen and still others groped at her thighs and mound, unable to push inside due to the tight leather. All those hands began to tug and tear at her clothing and another moan was ripped from her. As her shorts were jerked to her knees, the sweet, musky scent of her arousal filled the room. She heard comments and laughter from the men and blushed darkly. She was so aroused already and knew that they were probably assuming much given her state.<br/><br/>As her hands still worked the two pulsing shafts, hands resumed their work now with one sliding teasingly along her stomach, dangerously close to her glistening nethers. She arched her back, trusting her breasts out, her ass back and trying to get in contact with the hand that still avoided her neediest part. She opened her mouth again to cry out only to have her hair painfully yanked to the side and her mouth smothered in a harsh, demanding kiss. The young priestess writhed uncontrollably. She did not know how she would survive two hours like this.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>