As Fenna leaves a trail of kisses leading down my stomach, I can't help but notice that the stars seem to be twinkling more than before as if perhaps they've just noticed us down here on the deck and are looking on in appreciation, or delight, or amusement.

"Lean back, cap'n," Fenna says, letting her breasts brush over me as she slithers lower. She giggles to herself, tugging near my waist until I feel the tension release in some of the cords that keep my trousers tethered to my hips.

With one knot undone, the trousers become loose on the left side. Fenna undoes the laces on the right hip as well and murmurs in self-satisfaction as she watches my hard-on press the leather higher into the air.

Her fingers pull the material away. Her hands are cold like the sea as they fish me out from my pants, fingers encircling my warm shaft, a contrast of temperatures as she holds my cock in her hand. She strokes me slowly, looking into my eyes for approval, a final silent go-ahead before putting her mouth on me.

"So eager," Fenna says, feeling my cock pulse in her grip in response to her squeezing. She moves deliberately slowly, toying with me, forcing me to watch her leaning over me, watch her tits sway against gravity as she strokes me, watch her tongue extend out every-so-slightly beyond her lower lip.

I imagine what it would be like if I grabbed a fist's worth of her hair and took her as mine, calling to her, "Suck my dick, you little fucking cumslut." How wet that makes her. How eager she is to please me, to be a slut for me. How being given no time to warm up as I force my cock deep across her tongue, I would throat fuck her. I would call her my little cumslut, and she would say, "Yes, I'm your cumslut, cap'n. Oh, fuck my throat deeper. Cum in mouth, cum in my throat." And in between her gasps for air, begging for more, begging for me to ruin her, I would bury my cock so deep her throat would bulge, her lips at my root.

It's not something I'd ever done, not something the old Milton would have even considered. But that Milton is dead, I've accepted as much. I'm Captain Connolly now. I've killed. And I've been killed and come back.

But who even is Captain Connolly?

"My hero," Fenna says. She takes me into her mouth, slow and quiet like, and I can only muster a long, slow exhale as she envelopes me in her lips. She licks the pre-cum from my tip and swallows, then strokes me with her hand and lips working together in tandem.

I recline in full, lost in the sensation of hard and soft around my cock, rising and lowering, and the incredible pleasure she's delivering me. Even as meteors shower overhead, I ignore them, tilting my neck to watch her beautiful redhead bob up and down over my cock instead.

It feels like this body of mine is brand new, and all the nerve endings are firing perfectly and for the first time.

I'm essentially a virgin again when I think about it, and it feels like that, like when Sari and I were supposed to be studying physics, but instead, she slipped her hand along my leg and into my shorts until she found my cock, and became the first girl to ever touch me like that, and then became the first girl to put her mouth on me in the same day.

Fenna feels my throbbing and starts to find just the right angle, just the right amount of tension to drive me crazy. I close my eyes, air filling my lungs as Fenna proceeds. She knows what she's doing and has no intention of stopping.

"I want to taste you, cap'n."

Her lips, her mouth, up and down, stroke after stroke. She's moaning now from her enjoyment of my taste and my cock throbbing inside. The moans vibrate her tongue against me in the most delicious way.

At any second, I'm going to lose it.

I fight against the urge, trying to hold onto the sensation of her lips on me for as long as possible before shooting. But my memory circles back, and I look upon her as my little cumslut.

Such a good little cumslut.

Then the release pushes through all at once, a throbbing explosion that she presses deep into her throat to gulp down, holding my cock steady in her mouth as I squeeze out burst after burst of cum inside her.

"Wow. So much," Fenna whispers, smiling at me when I finally pull my cock free. I open my eyes to see her smiling, beautiful self, a bit of cum dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Your Pirate Reputation has increased, you naughty sea dog!

"Oh my god," I say, almost quivering from pleasure. "Fucking-A, world e-1337. What a trip."

"Huh?" Fenna replies, confused. "You say such strange things. Sometimes I don't know what they mean."

I look at her face, then motion draws my eyes into the sky beyond her. The meteors in the sky are much larger now, sparkling down like remnants from exploded fireworks, each drawing a faint line from the sky down to the horizon.

That's when I realize they're not meteors at all. They're people, just like I was, being sucked down from the sky, a whole group of them. Maybe a dozen or so. By the position and direction of the straw lines, they're being slurped down into the exact spot where I spawned not so many hours ago. It’s about an hour’s sail from our current island.

"Fenna, look," I say, pointing. "Does that usually happen? So many travelers at once?"

"In a few months of being here, cap’n, I've only seen ten or so spawns from the sky," she says. "Never more than one at a time. And never in the same place."