<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Now aboard The Pearl Necklace, the Delvers begin to split ways to handle bits of business they need to take care of.  Hopefully they don’t forget about Saltbeard entirely…</em><br/><strong>Len</strong> has gone to her shared cabin to interrogate one of the crocs and now knows they intend to steal back the gold through some trickery!<br/><strong>Enniya</strong> has masturbated her spells full in <strong>Claire’s</strong> closet and is back out on the deck.<br/>In the middle of the deck, Abigail is gang-fucked by the pirates as Priscilla runs straight into Maclah casting some manner of spell.<br/>Claire and her crew are dealing with the gold at hand, though with things heating up that may not last! <br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Results</div><div class="spoiler_body">Abigail’s successful <em>distract with sexuality</em> roll is gonna be honored!  I was being a shitty GM that night and got the bonking I deserved for it!  Having a couple weeks on my back gave me time to think of something that I think should be kind of fun too!</div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ca/c1/08/cac108f3a83f058a2121aa78b42e658e.jpg)</div>As Abigail proffers herself up, the pirates let out growls and shouts of appreciation, forming up their circle around her.  Some of the crew of the Pearl are even given light pushes aside, the opportunity to claim a good fucking without having to fight tooth and claw for it quite a tempting one.  Of course, Saltbeard gets his first call, his firm hands grabbing wantonly to Abigail’s thigh and ass as he pushes himself into her.  Immediately he lets out a grunt of pleasure and starts trying to rut away, his first several seconds of fucking as rough as any farmboy at their climax.  Still, the pirate is no match for Abigail’s tight ass and each clenching slows him, bringing a grunt of surprise and pleasure, a slowing, and a gasped growl of, “Damn me if this isn’t the best ass I’ve ever-” before he begins to try to press up his speed once again.<br/><br/>The crocs descend upon Abigail as she makes herself available, two of the massive scaled brutes getting their claws around the back of her helm as they practically rattled her head around inside.  Pushing at each other slightly and grunting with need, their cocks rub against each other, fill Abigail’s mouth, pound down her throat.  One of them gets a bit ahead of the other, managing to practically hilt himself in her mouth despite his partner still shoving a fat length in, the deep throating from the lusty farmgirl sending him over the edge.  His hips kick forward and thick, musty cum fills her mouth and senses.  Of course, this doesn’t quite stop him, still thrusting away as best he can.<br/><br/>The rest move in, her hands finding cocks without trouble, the grunting, sweating, gasping pile just pushing harder onto her.  The second cock in her mouth finishes all over her face only to be replaced with another two crocks sliding into position, already slick with precum from her hands.  They reach down and grab hold of her chestpiece, ripping it from her body and another two cocks are shoved between her tits.<br/><br/>If Saltbeard minds at all that Abigail is opening things up, he gives no indication, turning his face to lick her thigh as it comes up near his face.  Immediately there’s a scramble as he calls out, “Slow down, damn you!  Room enough for all of you!”  His voice is choked, nearly gasping as he tries desperately to hold back his seed.  There’s no denying though, he’s close and his pirates just continue to empty thick, musky, heavy loads on her face, tits, hands, arms, in her pussy and on her ass, any surface they can get.  The metal drips with seed.<br/><br/>Of course, all of this leaves them quite distracted from the gold they intended to steal.<br/><br/>Enniya comes out on deck and gives her cheer as she glances around, seeing what is happening with all of the pirates.  It’s tough to see exactly what’s going on for Abigail under all of that writhing man-flesh, but with a bit of perspective, she can see a little more of the scene.  For example, that Maclah’s casting is not as it appears to be an attempt to get out.  The grey skinned mage is doing all he can to keep the crew present, sweat on his brow as he fights back against the curse against them.  She can see that his control is just barely held, even a relatively small push of distraction will break it.<br/><br/>And then there’s Saltbeard.  Enniya knows that he’d had some form of dealing with her patroness and this… This seems beneath those who would deal with her.  He’s clearly got something planned for poor Abigail, to take more than she offered, and Enniya will have to be on the lookout for him to try to seal his curse.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/60/51/df/6051df824f680439ddb5b4217d31903c.jpg)</div>The shouts of Fugue go over the crocs heads for now, though Maclah’s eyes are drawn to her.  There’s something in him awakened by the call for dice and wagers, a corsair’s spirit that longs for the same wants to chance as she does.  But of course, knowing as we do, he’s not about to stop his casting, his mouth moving quickly, sweat on his brow.  He stands with his hands on Priscilla’s shoulders, his eyes darting between her and Fugue as though expecting sudden movement against him at any point.<br/><br/>Priscilla takes in the scene and the strange man as he releases her shoulders and folds them in front of himself.  His frown deepens as he continues to mutter soft arcane words under his breath.  His eyes dart to where a bag nearby has fallen over and a bangled bracelet has ended up on the deck among a pile of coins, his body tightening as he prepares to push past her to grab it.  Clearly the man intends to leap to grab it so it must be something important!<br/><br/>But none of this truly makes sense.  Saltbeard is an imposing figure, but he’s clearly an idiot to have been tricked by Abigail so completely.  The only person not losing control is Maclah and he seems terrified.  Someone is controlling him but he’s running this crew.<br/><br/>So the pirates are distracted from their goal of the gold and Maclah is close to losing control, dragging their cursed souls back to their cave.  And if Maclah has his druthers, it’ll be with that shiny bracelet.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/57/fc/aa/57fcaaf4e6c1745455177d0f8fa3eb7e.jpg)</div><br/>Inside Len's room, a different drama is unfolding.  The croc still stands in an aggressive stance, perhaps unable to help it with his size and frame, but certainly his tension has released some.  When Len instructs that he can relax his claws, he lets out a chuff of surprise and amusement, “I can then.”  He moves his bag of coin to the other hand, working his fingers for a moment which were clearly very tightly held.  “We all resort to things we wouldn’t for what we need.”  His mouth splits in a wide, toothy grin before he glances upwards toward the deck above them.<br/><br/>“I’d have thought before now.  Could only be Saltbeard ruining things.  I hear no combat, so things are still peaceful.  Your crew is a fierce one.  I would not fight you again.”  There’s a pause and his head tilts to the side, “Though surely their fiercest is here now.”  He leans back against the wall of her bunk for a moment and he shakes his head, “Bullheaded fools.  Our minds clouded by the warlock and his spells, distance helps but there’s no way to keep it.  Damn his grey eyes.”  His face becomes serious and he reaches a hand forward to place his knuckles against Len’s sternum, the care and gentle movement of it making it clear that it is some form of polite ritual of his people, “I am called Chamtak.  And I will free my people from this curse as I know you will free yourself from yours.”<br/><br/>His mouth curls into a grin and he gestures with his head, “Do we wait here until the spell pulls me away or return to deck to see what deals they make?”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Now aboard The Pearl Necklace, the Delvers begin to split ways to handle bits of business they need to take care of.</em><br/><strong>Len</strong> has gone to her shared cabin to interrogate one of the crocs and now knows they intend to steal back the gold through some trickery!<br/><strong>Enniya</strong> has masturbated her spells full in <strong>Claire’s</strong> closet and is back out on the deck.<br/>In the middle of the deck, Abigail is gang-fucked by the pirates as Priscilla runs straight into Maclah casting some manner of spell.<br/>Claire and her crew are dealing with the gold at hand, though with things heating up that may not last! <br/><br/>Enniya and Priscilla see that there’s about to be quick movement from the pirates!<br/></div></div>