Pirate: Crew of Desire and Bonds

"Hmm?"

Aria stepped further into the storage room, her eyes carefully scanning the dim space.

Shelves stacked with old training equipment, dusty crates, and a few rolled-up mats... but nothing unusual.

No one was visible.

She tilted her head slightly at this and frowning.

"...Could it be I heard wrong?"

Aria hesitated for a moment longer, still standing near the entrance.

Then her expression hardened with resolve.

"...No. I should check properly."

She stepped fully inside and began carefully inspecting the storage room, walking deeper between the dusty shelves.

Her sharp eyes moved slowly from left to right, scanning every corner.

She checked behind a stack of wooden crates.

Nothing.

She pulled aside a few rolled-up training mats leaning against the wall.

Still nothing.

Aria narrowed her eyes and continued deeper into the room.

The air inside was slightly warmer than outside, and for some reason, it carried... a faint, strange scent she couldn’t quite place.

She paused near the far corner, where the light from the doorway barely reached.

"...Strange," she murmured under her breath.

Then Aria slowly sniffed the air.

There was a faint, unusual scent lingering in the room... something warm and slightly musky that didn’t belong among the dust and old wood.

Her brows furrowed.

She leaned down carefully, eyes scanning the shadowed corner near the wall.

Then she noticed it.

Something small and wet was on the floor.

Aria reached out and touched it with her fingertip.

The moment her skin made contact, her expression looked slightly confused.

It was sticky.

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Meanwhile...

Jake was currently hiding inside a large wooden crate right behind Aria.

He sat on his butt, and through a small gap between the wooden boards, he could clearly see her crouching back.

’Damn... that was close!’

With his current superhuman strength and reflexes, he had managed to grab Grace and slip into this crate in an instant the moment the door opened.

Jake never thought his upgraded strength would be used for something like this.

"...!"

Then his waist suddenly twitched.

Jake turned his head downward and looked between his legs.

And Grace’s head was still stuck to his cock.

Grace seemed thoroughly amused by the situation.

Even while they were hiding inside the dark crate, her head kept slowly bobbing up and down, golden eyes looking up at him with a mischievous, almost playful light.

"You rascal..!"

Jake finally had enough of this little devil as his eyes grew cold.

One hand suddenly gripped the back of Grace’s head firmly, while the other slipped into her drooping cleavage, roughly molding the soft, heavy breast in his palm.

He decided to finish faster.

Otherwise, this little devil would never give up.

With that thought, Jake’s grip on the back of Grace’s head tightened.

He no longer let her set the pace.

With firm pressure, he forced her deeper onto his cock, making her take almost the entire length in one push.

At the same time, his other hand roughly kneaded her soft breast inside the low neckline of her dress, fingers sinking deep into the heavy flesh.

Grace’s eyes widened for a second, but then a muffled, delighted moan vibrated around his shaft.

Even now, she looked pleased.

Jake’s breathing grew heavier as he started thrusting upward in short, controlled movements, using her mouth without mercy while keeping one eye on the gap in the crate.

Outside, Aria was still crouching near the sticky spot on the floor, frowning as she rubbed the residue between her fingers.

Jake’s jaw clenched at this sight.

He needed to finish this quickly before the little devil’s playful attitude got them both discovered.

Jake’s hand inside Grace’s dress grew rougher.

He squeezed and molded her large breast without restraint, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh before pinching and rolling the stiff nipple hard between his fingertips.

Every time he pinched, Grace’s body jerked slightly, a muffled whimper vibrating around his cock.

At the same time, the hand on the back of her head forced her into a faster, deeper rhythm.

He didn’t let her pull back even an inch.

Jake guided her head up and down roughly, making her take him to the base over and over again.

Gluck...!

Gluck...!

Gluck...!

Wet, lewd sounds filled the tight space of the crate.

Grace’s golden eyes watered, but she didn’t resist.

If anything, her tongue moved more eagerly, swirling and sucking with desperate hunger even as tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

Soon, Jake’s breathing turned ragged.

His hips twitched upward, forcing himself even deeper into her throat as the pressure in his lower body finally snapped.

"—!"

With a muffled groan, he held her head firmly in place until her lips touched the base of his groin and came hard.

SPURT!

SPURT!

SPURT!

Thick, hot viscous cum shot straight down her throat in heavy pulses... as if his fear, desire, and darker urges had all mixed together and finally found release.

"Ugh...!"

Jake’s fingers dug into her breast and the back of her head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him, emptying everything he had into her mouth while they remained trapped inside the dark crate.

But at that moment, Jake, who was still in the middle of coming, suddenly froze.

Through the small gap in the crate, he clearly saw Aria turn her head and look in their direction.

His cock continued to pulse heavily inside Grace’s throat, thick cum still being forced down her throat even as his entire body locked up in tension.

Grace, whose face was buried deep between his legs, immediately felt it too.

The thick cock stuffed down her throat was twitching violently, still pumping more cum into her while her Captain’s body had gone completely rigid above her.

Aria’s nose twitched slightly.

That strange scent... it was stronger now.

She slowly stood up from the floor and began following it, her steps quiet as she moved toward the large wooden crate right behind her.

Soon, Aria stopped in front of the large wooden crate.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at it.

"...The funny smell is coming from here."

Slowly, she raised her hand and reached for the lid.

Her fingers brushed against the rough wood, and she decided to open it and check it.

Creak...