"Wait."  Remiel reached out and took Kuno's chin in his palm.  "The Captain always gets first share."  He stepped closer to the petite Asian woman, smashing his still-erect manhood against her thigh, pressing closely enough so that her nipples brushed his chest.  He seized her mouth, kissing her fiercely and possessively, his tongue boarding the vessel of her mouth and plundering the insides of her cheeks.  He sucked strongly, and when he finally released her, their lips peeled apart with an audible sound.<br/><br/>"Treat her well," he warned his crew, releasing Kuno to his men.  A chorus of "aye aye, cap'ns" resounded, and he waved them off with a grunt.<br/><br/>Kuno was half-escorted, half-carried to the ship's deck, surrounded by eager men.  Hands reverently brushed her shoulders, teased her hair, caressed her naked buttocks.  Although the<em>Dusky Lady</em>currently sat in port, and many of them had spent coin and time on wenches the past few nights,  they were always happy to see Kuno.  She was a beautiful, graceful flower compared to the bitches they'd bedded.  They looked upon her with adoration, with eagerness, much like a congregation of heathens falling to their knees in front of their goddess.   Demetrius lifted her in his arms, her smooth almond complexion contrasting well with his burnished ebony.  He set her down below the mizzen mast, while other sailors scrounged desperately belowdecks for a pillowed chair.<br/><br/>Kuno got her wish; the wind blew in her face, the tang of saltwater fresh in her nostrils.  All was darkness all around, the white of the moon and stars glittering like diamonds in the velvet night, but the tiny islands of light made by the lanterns hung from their booms was strangely comforting.  A seagull screeched somewhere nearby, and the susurrus of the waves lapping at the hull was most pleasing.<br/><br/>Hamish, the botswain, kissed her hands; others kissed her feet.  She was a living priestess among her fevered worshippers.  "What would m'lady prefer?" asked McCoy, the helmsman.  "Which of us would you like first?" Tens of eyes watched her hopefully and expectantly.<br/><br/>Remiel shook his head, an amused little smile on his face, and closed the cabin door.  He crossed to his desk, and sat heavily behind it, leaning forward only to pull Myobi into his lap.  He wriggled his hips, tickling the bottom of her thighs with his manmeat, as he opened a drawer and pulled out a sheet of vanilla parchment.  "We must write this well, and quickly," he murmured into her shoulder, even as he eased a quill into her hand.  "The sooner we cast off, the better we'll be."