Bastian couldn't just ask her to get naked so that he could examine her. He didn't really know why, but it just didn't feel right.
But he had received the request. Now, there could be no doubt about it. He had to please her now, by pleasing himself with her body.
He kissed her gently, letting her explore the sensation of being with a real man. He felt a strange thrill as he realized that Roy had probably never gotten this far with her. Bastian had conquered her instead. It felt euphoric.
"You can take off my clothes now," Bastian said, teasing her, kissing her long, slender neck.
She opened his shirt (which had basically no buttons left at this point) with trembling fingers. Her nervousness mixed with her excitement in a way that made her look even hotter. Her desire was apparent as she tore up the remaining fabric and kissed him on the neck, still shyly, but with a hunger that made him grow harder.
He unbuttoned her blouse and massaged her breasts through the corset she was wearing. She felt firm, yet soft, but the corset was a wretched thing to take off. He spent more time than he would have liked to spend fingering the loops and the straps open.
Finally, her gorgeous bosom was free and bare in front of his eyes. She had what was probably the equivalent of a D cup, Bastian did not know about breast sizes. The important thing was their perky, yet pendulous roundness, and the cuteness of their small, pale pink nubs. The nubs shared their color with her rosy lips.
"You were always different," she whispered as he kissed the upper part of her bosom. "You were better than them. You still are."
Bastian remembered what the goddess had said to him. A small sliver of pride got mixed with a wistful thought about being able to bed a divine being one day.
He released her from her skirt.
She was beautiful in all possible ways, with a feistiness that only began to appear after stripping her naked. She grabbed him by his hair and pulled him in for a desperate kiss. Sharona wanted him in a way that he had never experienced before. She wanted to make him feel just how handsome he appeared to be in her eyes. She was sort of worshiping him as she voluntarily dropped down on her knees and pulled his pants down.
"I have been waiting for this moment, you know," she whispered. "I need to be taken. I need to be held until I forget everything."
He licked his lips. Jerking himself into a furthered state of hardness, he tried to give her a taste of himself.
She seemed unsure, yet eager. Tasting him on her lips, she moved her tongue around his tip, gently examining him with her mouth.
"Can I…" She laughed and her warm breath tickled his mast pleasurably. "Can I try to take it all in? I don't know if I can do it without gagging, you're so big, Bastian…"
"Go ahead. It's okay to try different things and fail occasionally."
Later on, they would have time to talk about the details of their transmigration. However, for now there was the dual mission of finding out the location of her tattoo and pleasing her.
He pulled out as she started to gag.
"Let me do a few things for you," he whispered into her ear. "Tell me what you like. Is this okay?"
"Aye," she gasped as he flipped her onto his bed, revealing that the pirate life had indeed gotten under her skin.
He massaged her nub and noticed something in a very…intimate spot.
Right next to her lips down there, she had a symbol that was exactly like those patterns that Gorgo used. It seemed to radiate malevolence, and Bastian realized that he didn't want to put his mast anywhere near that energy.
"What is this tattoo?" he asked.
"I was drunk," she replied. "It felt like I was being so cool. Like I was a real pirate or something. The choice of the pattern was random."
"That's Roy Gorgo's symbol," Bastian said blankly. "It opens up a portal for him to do his deeds. And all this time it's been on your…well, yeah."
"On my…"
Bastian would not have thought that a woman so pale could get any paler, but her horrified expression told him everything he needed to know. She was surprised. She also probably wanted to get rid of it once and for all.
"Can it be covered to make the symbol stop functioning?" Sharona asked.
Bastian nodded.
"Then I demand that you bring me a strong woman, one who is not squeamish, and the ink and the needles we keep in that one bag with the medical supplies. I want to get rid of it. Also…bring me rum. Lots of it."
Bastian realized that she was about to get a needle into her skin, only less than an inch away from her most sacred regions. He had not planned on spending his day like this. He felt like he would faint if he would have to watch the ordeal.
Tilda was near the cabin and understood right away that something was wrong.
"Needle, ink, rum, cleaning supplies," Bastian said. "Don't ask me. Go to Sharona and make sure someone takes care of her."
Bastian felt incredibly nauseous as he staggered onto the deck, still without his shirt, pants barely fastened around his legs, around his mast that was now flaccid due to the sheer empathy shock. He would have wanted to support Sharona during this time, but this was just too much. He could, perhaps, seduce her one day. After they had died and been reborn so many times that no one would remember anything about the girl with the tattoo on her lady bits.
Bastian would have rather stuck his ass into a cactus than gotten a tattoo anywhere near his manhood. Sharona was mad, stark raving mad, and she was off limits for now.
Bastian bent over the gunwale and threw up.