The Captain remained silent during this exchange, simply reeling contentedly, like a cat who'd licked up all the cream, as both women kissed and licked their way up and down his shaft, bathing it with their tongues.  Myobi was definitely the more aggressive, the more insistent of the two, but he could also feel Kuno's tongue delve gracefully and deftly against the skin of his penis.  He couldn't help himself, and reached out, combing his fingers through the gossamer-soft green bangs which had always fascinated him.  He was the last person to comment on hair color--his own was a black so dark as to have nearly a shade of blue--but the green of Kuno's head cranium out like a gaslight among the brown, black, red, blond, or bald heads of his crew.<br/><br/>And then Myobi had pulled away from him to focus all of her attentions upon Kuno.  Remiel watched without complaint.  This, after all, was Kuno's seduction, not his own.  She had already decided to cast her lot in with them; but now it was up to Myobi and himself to make the ninja feel that her decision was the right one.<br/><br/>Threesomes were always a tricky affair.  There was always the danger that someone would begin to feel left out, and often it was an exercise in presence of mind to make sure that everybody was satisfied.  Unfortunately, he had only one dick, and could not satisfy both women in the same way at the same time.  Naturally, they took turns riding him, but even so there was an asymmetry to the sessions which always made for an unpredictable experience.<br/><br/>He contented himself with pressing up against Kuno from behind.  As Myobi yanked the ninja's hair out of the way to expose her neck, Remiel ducked his head and pressed a succession of kisses against the skin, nibbling down along the back of Kuno's neck to her shoulder.  He anchored his hips against the girl's, his erect member settling comfortably between her buttock cheeks.<br/><br/>Still, to show that there was no ill will, he reached underneath Kuno's arm and helped himself to Myobi's left breast, squeezing it affectionately and then proprietorially.  His fingers wormed into her bodice, kneading and squeezing the tanned flesh.  His eyes danced with merriment at the First Mate over Kuno's shoulder, for while she could not see him Myobi could.  He kept busy, nibbling and occasionally biting at the ninja's tender skin, an action certain to leave marks.  If questioned, surely she could point to them as evidence of torture.<br/><br/>The ransom note would have to be written soon, but it could wait for at least a few minutes--or until both women were lying, sated, sweat-slicked and sleepy in his bunk.