Barely did Sirka have a chance to cast a gout of flame at the man stalking her, much less anything else before the entire group was dispatched. "Sirka!" he called out to his little pet. Bodies were dropping around them and falling into the ocean screaming for their lives. It was all Vhaern could do to keep his beautiful little Nymph clutched tightly to his chest, trying to shield her from wooden shrapnel raining down on them.<br/><br/>His skin grew black, obsidian and shimmering in the light but not from Sirka's heat; rather because of it. From his toes to the tips of his elongated ears, every visible inch of skin as black as a starless night sky. Her clinging to him, causing his skin to react; it only served to make him weaker in that moment. More of his strength draining away when he possibly needed it the most! The  new group...for their actions, seemed friendly... at least friendlier than the pirates but this new group was such an odd menagerie.<br/><br/>A Rotter, it'd carved it's way from one ship to the next... even stood toe to toe with Tyora in combat against the pirates. It'd been a very odd few days, to be certain. Vhaern had to grab Sirka's hand and scold the curious little monkey before she reached out to try and touch Foran. This, after a gloriously nude figure leapt upon the bow of the Pirate's ship. Weakness sapped his eyesight though, details of the moment were lost and he was unable to see much more than she seemed to have gotten herself in trouble. Trouble that proved fleeting.  "Don't! Just sit still, this'll be over soon I hope..."<br/><br/>No sooner than he'd spoke had another geyser of bodies exploded up into the air. With Sirka clutched on to him it was hard to tell who or what had caused it. It was Dawn, the one who'd launched them; the magic on the wind was palpable. There was a delicious purity to it that near made Vhaern's stomach rumble hungrily. Both of them, Vhaern and Sirka... he knew she felt it too with the way she was licking her lips and rubbing her crotch against him. Like slowly starving, sitting out here abandoned and cut off from anything natural or wholesome. There was only the sea witch and the filthy residue that followed her.<br/><br/>Vhaern felt a tail curl around his neck, Sirka's tail, and another long slow rub on his stomach. "Shh, behave yourself girl..." As much as he tried to calm her though he couldn't stop his own arousal from engorging his cock under her. Sirka knew she was impossible from him to resist when she was like this. That vulnerable, aching for him to hilt himself in her look on her face and in her eyes. Those eyes watched him, staring into Vhaern's while she licked the side of his neck and up to his ear; sharp little teeth closing on his earlobe. The corner of the deck, around the side of the cabin entry where he'd retreated with her and tried to stay out of trouble was fast becoming a private retreat.<br/><br/>An enourmous blast shivered their timbers, another rain of wooden bits and shrapnel fell as a prologue to the groan running steam to stern. It bounced Sirka in his lap but only made her squeal in delight and rake her bottom teeth across the back of Vhaern's earlobe. Steam... his "close" little "friend" sucked in a sharp breath as little licks steam curled up around her. The smell was almost as intoxicating as the magic in the air.<br/><br/>In their own moment, the battle slipped away from his mind and Vhaern could do little else but focus on Sirka's clawed little hand dipped down the front of his pants, stroking his cock out of sight. When Dawn approached, had his skin not been black at the moment he imagined it would have flushed as red and Sirka's supple little backside when Dawn spoke up and greeted them all. Vhaern swallowed once, adjusting himself and removing Sirka's hand from his trousers. He didn't get up to greet Dawn though, merely sitting there with a lap full of randy Nymph. Sirka was wearing more of a grin than her clothes at this point, her top pulled up with her breasts pressed against Vhaern's chest. She obviously didn't mind but their state made him uncomfortable. Vhaern didn't fuss over her but did slip her top back down to cover her, trying to add a little modesty. It looked bad that he'd retreated to a corner, even worse that it appeared they were about to copulate during the fight...<br/><br/>"Eh-hem... Hi?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>