William's cabin was filled with the sound of fevered panting as he slammed his hips over and over into Nendra's own. Each time he did, the sound of flesh clapping against flesh resounded against the walls.
"Gods, big and small, what in the Pit's name do they feed you noble boys," the orcish sailor groaned from her supine position on the cabin's bed, sweat-coated green skin glinting in the early morning light. "How do they make you so eager!?"
The boy in question just grinned as he held onto the larger woman's oversized hips - using them as leverage.
They'd started this little rendezvous with her on top, obviously quite pleased at being invited into the cabin of a young man whose interests were clear.
That hadn't lasted too long. What humans lacked in size relative to orcs, they more than made up for in stamina.
"Ah!" she gasped as he tweaked her nipples just a bit, the dark green nubs hardening under his careful ministrations.
They'd been at it for a while now. As evidenced by the rather large puddle that had formed amidst his sheets, one that he'd have to hide using magic.
Fortunately, he'd discreetly approached Nendra – as he'd learned her name was - at the end of her shift, when no one would be looking for her. Sure, that also meant she was a bleary eyed at the time, but such considerations had been as air in the wind before the possibility of bunking down with a – possibly – virginal human noble who was clearly out for a bit of a strange thrill with one of the 'lower classes'.
…Or at least, that was what William assumed had been going through the orc's head when she'd crossed the threshold into his cabin.
Truth be told, there hadn't been all that much talking prior to… well… this.
"Ugh!" She gasped.
"Shhhh," he in turn faux- whispered. "If you make too much noise, someone might discover you're in here."
Of course, he'd long since figured out that the possibility of being caught only added to the thrill for the sailor, as he felt her insides tighten around him.
Which in turn only fed into his own desires. While he'd hardly say he'd become anything like a sexual sadist, he'd admit that constantly being placed in the position of the 'lesser sex' meant there was a bit of a thrill in…
Well, dominating is a bit of a strong word for it, he thought.
…But he did enjoy taking charge. Especially when the person he was taking charge of was an incredibly sexy veteran sailor who could likely shatter his spine with one arm tied behind her back.
It had been a lot of fun, 'turning the tables' on her so to speak. The older woman had come into his cabin expecting to play the domineering seductress with an adventurous but otherwise naïve noble boy.
Instead…
"I- I can't- I can't. I'm- I'm going to cum."
"Not yet," he crooned, slowing the pace of his thrust – even as he increased the pressure of his ministrations to her sensitive and rock-hard nipples. "I'm not quite there yet. And we wouldn't want you popping off without me. Again."
Sure, he'd already cum twice, but it would take him a minute to work up to his third – one of the few benefits of being reborn into a younger and significantly more virile form. By contrast, Nedra had already cum six or seven times and clearly had no issue moving onto her eighth.
Alas, William could just about see the sun was about to rise through the cabin's porthole and he'd need to wrap things up soon. Indeed, he could already hear feet rushing about the deck above them.
And if he wanted things to end with a 'bang' that meant he couldn't let Nedra pop off before he was ready.
A state of readiness that admittedly got somewhat closer he heard the woman all but whimper as she tried to taper down her arousal to keep her orgasm at bay for just a few minutes longer.
In response, he slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts, getting ready to-
"William!?" The voice, accompanied by the loud pounding at the door almost made him jump out of his skin. "Wake up! We need to move."
The two lovers stared at each other in surprise before both leapt into action with a curse. Rushing over to grab his pants, William watched as Nendra scooped up her shirt with surprising grace even as she ducked behind the bed.
All the while his aunt continued pounding on the door.
"William!? Will!?"
"Coming!" he shouted at the wooden portal as he pulled on the pants, before hopping over to grab the latch.
Opening it just a crack, he peered out into the gloom of the ship's hallway.
"What?" he asked his slightly disheveled looking aunt.
"We have a problem," she answered shortly.
His eyes roamed down to the item in her off hand. "I can see that."
He sincerely doubted his aunt would have her bolt-bow cocked and out for any other reason, the vaguely crossbow shaped weapon gleaming menacingly as she stood in the doorway.
"This isn't the time for jokes. A kraken, just latched onto the ship." She stepped aside as a crew-woman rushed past. "Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't feel it."
…Ah, so that was what that jolt had been. Honestly, he'd wondered about it, but had ultimately put it down to the enthusiasm of his partner rather than something brushing up against the ship.
Though now that he listened… yeah, he could hear both the yelling from above and the sound of something creaking.
"Well… shit," he muttered – before slamming the door shut.
The response from his guardian was instant. "William, what the fuck!?"
Mentally apologizing even as he ignored his nearby shirt in favour of grabbing his pack off the nightstand. Sure, when he appeared on deck, it'd be a little scandalous, but the crew would probably be too busy to notice a shirtless man dashing about the place.
Probably.
And I don't have an easy way of replacing any of this if it gets dragged to the bottom of the ocean by an oversized magical squid, he thought as he turned to Nedra.
The woman had gotten dressed in record time, which he supposed made sense given her vocation. More to the point, there was not a hint of lust in her gaze as she regarded him, despite his state of undress.
She was in full focus mode now.
"That's the all-hands bell," she hissed just over the sound of his aunt's yelling.
"I know," he nodded. "There's a kraken. My aunt's just outside though, so wait for us to leave then head to your station."
The sailor nodded, before moving just to the side of the door and out of his aunt's sightline as he once more opened the door.
"Will." The marine-knight grunted, visibly furious. "What the fuck!?"
"Just had to grab a few things," he muttered as he stepped out into the hall.
Fortunately, Karla was professional enough to realize that a tongue lashing would have to wait. Though William was entirely sure it would come eventually.