<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/64/0c/e2640cf973ac6b6a975a3eef4b02b138.jpg)</div><strong>Meera Shatterstar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299038.msg14627319#msg14627319)</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everybooty<br/><br/><hr/><br/>So...Meera's quest for revenge hadn't gone<em>quite</em>as well as she'd hoped thus far. Whilst there seemed to be plenty of captains willing to take on a woman of her...physical nature who happened to be able to swing a big fuck-off-axe better than some of their own men, it turned out that her lack of experience on the deck of a ship was far more of an obstacle than her gender. Now of course, she understood men; men were just overgrown boys at the end of the day, controlled largely by their testosterone and their pride. Tell 'em they weren't tough enough, and they'd jump to prove just how tough and manly they were. Tell 'em they couldn't have something, and that just made 'em want it all the harder. Dangle a pair of impressive tits in their face, and they'd do whatever you wanted for the promise of getting a good feel or three. Honestly, she knew men well enough to know that any male Captain who risked taking her on was probably just looking for a pretty face and a tight body to plow on the regular, but if that got her on a ship, on the seas, learning the ropes, living the freebooters life and fucking that von Fritlingeravolt's tradelanes as hard as the boys were rutting<em>her?</em>Well, that was a price she was willing to pay.<br/><br/>Not least of all because...well, she liked sex anyway, and if she had a bunch of lads wandering into her cabin in the evening, so much the better! Though of course, if they thought she was easy pickings, they might be surprised to find that their body was gonna give out long before her own. But alas, it seemed like none of the Captains were even willing to give her an actual shot at being a decent hand on deck, which was more the pity; they'd figure out soon enough that she was the next big name on the High Seas, and they'd all be wishing they took her on soon enough. Rovana, though? Well, Rovana had decided to take a chance on her, and though she seemed to almost permanently be drunk as a skunk, beggars couldn't be choosers, now could they? She had to start somewhere, and there was just...<em>something about her</em>that seemed to pull Meera along. Was it the (drunken) self confidence? Was it that she seemed to be just like Meera; a tomboy in a mans world? Was it that she was hot, and the boys attitude towards tits had rubbed off on her more than she'd thought? Or was it just that she was desperate? Either way, she had found herself readily agreeing, then getting ratfaced drunk and celebrating with a few boys from the nearby ships well into the early morning, before leaving for the docks to meet her new captain.<br/><br/>It seemed the rest of the crew were just as green as her, in their own ways, though the one that stuck out like a sore thumb had to be Viola. She was dressed the part, cut hair and hanging braid, exposed underboob and all, but she was just so damn nervous and obviously hesitantly excited that she wasn't certain whether to tease her, or wrap her up in shipping paper and stuff her in the hold for safekeeping. She did seem to be a little...prim and proper for the Pirates life - a wealthy upbringing, perhaps? - but Meera wasn't about to hold it against her. It took all kinds, and a wealthy woman could crave freedom and adventure just as surely as a farmgirl. Whether she was serious about it or just wanted to go on a jaunt for a lark, an act of rebellion before she slunk back home at the first sign of trouble...well, that remained to be seen. But for the moment, they were in this together! They were new shipmates, and they weren't very well gonna be successful Reavers of the high seas if they were at each others throats! Besides, it seemed like the might have an annoyance in common, if this drunken scallywag was anything to go by. Whilst the grope itself didn't much bother her - again, if you were around boys too often, you tended to get used to their coarse antics - the fact that he hadn't even said hello first! Why, you at least said hello to a busty wench before groping her! That was just common courtesy!<br/><br/>Next time he decided to surprise grope her without so much as a how-de-do, well, she was keeping the hand that did it! Of course, that wasn't to say that she could<em>blame</em>him. She and Viola did each have rather prodigious busts, and both of them were sporting a healthy amount of underboob. Honestly, it had taken a lot of self control on Meera's part to avoid checking Viola's chest out on the way here, and now that she had had her attention drawn to them and just how dangerously close they were to spilling out...well. She shrugged to herself as she moved on up the jetty, giving a small chuckle.<strong>"Either tha', or he's just a supa 'thusiastic landlubbin' dock worker. What say y', Cap'n? Can he do wit'out one'a his hands?"</strong>She gave him a slightly feral grin - partly for effect, mind, but she'd happily remove his hand if he bothered any'a them - as she rolled her shoulders, the axe obvious over her shoulder. Ladies Of the Sea had to stick together, after all! She paused, then, as she looked around...and happened to catch sight of Viola, stooping down to get something from her bag, tits hanging low as gravity strained to let everybody see her cleavage. God. It was like she was doin' it on purpose!<br/><br/>A wicked, mischievous thought gleamed in her mind, and she stepped around to Viola's side on impulse.<strong>"Take it from me, Vi. From a guy like 'im, it's a compliment. Sorta. T' be fair, tho."</strong>She leaned down a little, her hand slipping under and cupping Viola's dangling breast, giving it a groping squeeze, fingers kneading a little bit through the fabric. Good god, they were firm, and more than enough to spill around her fingers. She might have to make it a point to trip her into the hammock at some point! ...ok, so, yeah. Maybe some of the boys behavior had rubbed off on her. But come on! Sex was awesome, and girls were so much fun to touch!<strong>"Mmf. He has good taste, though. Nice'n <em>firm.</em>"</strong>She stood, and gave Viola's stuck-out-rump a playful slap.<strong>"Looks like baby got back <em>and</em> front, eh?"</strong>She shot Viola a playful wink - it was fine! They already knew each other, after all! She'd said hello before groping her, and had controlled her more...rough impulses very well for the last half hour! Honestly, a bit of a fondle was deserved.<br/><br/>She withdrew and tossed her hair over her shoulder, leaning in to whisper in Viola's ear.<strong>"Y're welcome t' return th' favour, a'course. Make this bilgerat here <em>real</em> sad tha' he can' get another touch. Or maybe, we jus' do it in private. Up t' ya."</strong>She laughed softly, before moving over towards the gangplank leading up to the ship, admiring it from the side of the jetty, smiling softly to herself. A ship, and a crew. Finally. Even if the rest of the crew seemed a little drunk. Ah well, with how much she drank, she couldn't really throw mugs in that department, now could she?<strong>"Errybody else on board, Cap'n, or are we waitin' for stragglers? 'm keen t' leave this bilgewater asscrack of a port behind us 's soon as possible."</strong>That was how pirates talked. ...right?