The pent-up pirate crew were raising an unholy ruckus in the battered drinking hall. Well over a hundred unkempt, nautical misfits were crammed into the dingy space, which had been steadily abandoned by serving staff as the Saturnalia rose to a feverish pitch. Between drunken brawls, cascading dice throws, and unconcealed fornicating, nobody noticed the hooded man steadily winding towards the center of the thronging celebrants. The enigmatic person was cautiously working towards a towering figure at the nexus of the bellowing, stinking, piratical party typhoon. Proudly reclining atop a heap of low-grade loot was a short, red-furred fox woman. She was wearing the imposing clothes of a corsair captain, with a huge wolf's fur around her back. The hide's hollowed out upper muzzle rested atop her head, giving the vulpine buccaneer a ferocious demeanor. The grandiose vixen was perched atop such a tall spire of stolen goods, her lackeys had to hoist up mugs of frothing grog from hooked poles to reach her.
More alert than her revelry-addled shipmates, the fox woman's large ears swiveled towards the newcomer's direction. She regarded him sternly, calmly resting a paw on the hilt of one of her many flintlock pistols, calling out, "High tidings, boyo, you fixin' to bring us more barrels of ale? This pissy swill's barely getting my men pickled!"
Knowing it was time to make his move, the man knelt, lowered his cowl, and spoke aloud to the pirate queen. Attempting to speak above the cacophonous din surrounding them, he spoke with carefully rehearsed meter, "Oh mighty, wealthy, and stupendously infamous Dread Pirate Gloria, I beseech you. My name's Renard, and I have a bountiful opportunity for your crew, ripe for the reaving. I have but a small request in return for my service." By the time he had finished speaking, young Renard had already been surrounding by a scowling, swaying crowd of armed pirates, eagerly awaiting their leader's behest. One brutish troll in particular was effortlessly holding a massive cutlass to his throat, close enough to shave his stubble with its jagged edge.
Renard could feel the blade quiver at his neck, as the looming vixen's husky voice rang out authoritatively, "You've got a bit o' nerve waltzing in here like such a cockerel, exhorting me for business on a week marked off for pleasures! But I like nerve, what've ya got for me?"
Noticing the surrounding pirates still had their weapons primed on him, Renard chose his words carefully, "I've become aware of the nautical coordinates to an ancient, secluded temple. It's been maintained by island elves for centuries, and during certain yearly rites, it's staffed with vestal virgin priestesses and valuable offerings. I can guide your ship to the right place at the right time. If your crew can defeat the all-female temple guard, you'll have access to more riches and elven maidens than a fleet could cart off."
Stroking at the delicate, vulpine whiskers lining her muzzle, the pirate queen regarded the man's offer. After a moments deliberation, Gloria responded, "But what's the price ye be mentioning? Got a taste for gold, or would you be wanting a fine, nubile elf for your own interests, as a wife?"
Renard visibly blushed at Gloria's statement, and struggled to answer, "I...Well, I don't want riches. I've been a talented seafarer most of my life, born with a craving for adventure. Every port across the Caspian sea I've visited, I've heard tale of your exploits. If even half the legends are true, you're one of the most amazing swashbucklers to have ever sailed! None of the stories ever mentioned a partner in your life, so...I'd rather request your hand in marriage in return for this fortune. Consider it my dowry...Well, uh, the male version of one."
Gloria's big, yellow fox eyes visibly bulged as she spat out a spray of grog, tittering out in high-pitched, yipping barks at his words. Even the bristling pirates surrounding Renard collapsed into fits of drunken mirth, slapping each other on their backs as they hooted and howled. Renard felt a little deflated, as the tense moment faltered back into the surrounding mood of irreverent, crude merrymaking. "Oh! Oh my, ye hear that, laddies? He's wanting my dainty paw in blissful matrimony! Everyone, this strutting buck wants to anchor your old, beloved, silvering fox down!" Gloria was gaily rocking on her precarious mound of spoils, causing it to teeter dangerously as bolts of fine velvet and canisters of incense sprawled out from the sides. As the swaying stack supporting Gloria finally foundered, burying several passed-out pirates, Gloria leapt off, nimbly landing before the kneeling human. Regarding him with bright, glittering eyes, the fox pirate yelled, "We'll have to go steal some engagement rings then! Ready the Constant Exchange! We sail drunk!" Renard thought about mentioning that it wouldn't be time to raid the temple for another few weeks, but thought better of it as the raucous pirate band rose into frenzied action like a swarm of chaotic ants.
The artfully carved elven catamarans glided towards the picturesque island, their silk sails perfectly capturing the warm, tropical breeze. Tanned elven women piloted the small vessels, which ferried goods from a larger vessel anchored far out to shore. The Oracles that managed the holy site had strictly forbidden men to despoil the sanctified grounds, or the Vestal virgins that resided there, so the male elf sailors were confined to the larger vessel. They were tasked with bringing supplies and trainee acolytes for the looming solstice festival, where riches from across the disparate elven aisles would be sacrificed to empower prophecies and benedictions for the good of all. Religiously trained warrior women marched along the stone turrets and walls that lined the small island's beaches, their intricate scale-mail gleaming brilliantly in the equatorial sun as ceremonial blades hung in their scabbards. As the last of the ship's precious cargo was unloaded, it raised anchor and left the sacred ground in secure isolation. The head of shrine security made sure her shieldmaidens were on high alert for trespass. There had never been a major incursion on the remote locale, thanks to the treacherous waters surrounding the region. But even so, she would fulfill her sacred obligations to keep her charges safe, with the diligence and grace required from a woman of her station.
The Constant Exchange was a huge war galleon, equipped with the finest sails blood money could buy and bristling with cannonry across its many decks. Renard calmly stood at the bow of the pitching vessel, maintaining himself despite the choppy waters. He was yelling out instructions to the scurrying deckhands, trying to help the crew sail past the whirlpools and eddies that ringed their target. He hoped they were listening, as the massive ship crashed through a cascading wave, their vessal hefted through by mass and billowing headwinds. Renard was drenched and shivering, rimed with brine as he finally spotted the pinprick silhouette of the Island of Prophecies through Gloria's telescope. Calling out, "Land ho!", the pirate crew immediately responded to the proclamation.
Upon the helm, Gloria spun the ship's lacquered steering wheel, slamming the rudder hard as the ship tilted dangerously to align on target. Her crew braced with practiced grit through the dangerous maneuver, squatting low as the ship ominously wobbled, until pitching forward again on a direct course. Passing the wheel to her second mate, Gloria scampered across the deck's railings and roping, sidling up by Renard at the ship's front to get eyes on the approaching landmass. Noticing her proximity and distraction, Renard thought it was an opportune time to strike up conversation with the enigmatic vixen. Yelling above the roaring waves, he asked, "So, I heard tale of your legendary dire wolf, Fluffy. Is he below decks or what?"
Gloria spat out into the roaring sea, pointed to the wolf hide adorning her head, and answered tersely, "He ate too much. I got a new pet." Renard cringed a bit at this, noticing the almost mournful expression on the deflated beast skin, but decided a pirate's business was her own. A part of him wanted to reach an arm around the fox woman's shoulder, to give her fluffy body a tender embrace, but Renard realized it probably wasn't the right time. Instead, he leaned over the railing and pointed ahead, saying, "I first found this place by accident. I'd gotten blown off course by a typhoon, which stranded me here by pure chance. I knew enough about island elf culture to figure it might just be the mythic Island of Prophecies, which meant I'd likely be executed if they caught me landing for supplies. I barely sailed out of there alive, but I charted the stars on my return journey, and here we are. H-hey, are you listening to me?" It immediately became clear that Gloria was solely focused on her imminent destination, her bushy tail swaying in agitation as she fingered at the numerous pistols lining her heavy coat.
Despite his inexperienced eagerness, Renard was instructed to remain aboard the ship as the privateers launched from their rowboats to make landing. They were uncharacteristically cautious in loading numerous, stout kegs of gunpowder aboard their landing boats, coddling them up in oily leather rags to protect the explosives from seaspray. Renard used his spotting telescope to keep abreast of events, noting that the female elven warriors were already scurrying to their battlements as the pirates assembled on the beach. But just as soon as the defending archers squared up and strung their bows, a deafening roar erupted from the carronades lining the Constant Exchange's starboard. Masonry cracked and splintered spectacularly as the bulwark was gradually blasted to ruin by repeated volleys. But Renard could already spy formations of elven shieldmaidens squaring up behind the rubble-strewn breaches, zealously anticipating the approaching horde of pirates.
The watching man could discern no order or strategy to the motley mob of swashbucklers swarming up the sandy beach. But the boisterous pirates brought a terrible momentum to bear on the beleaguered guardians, beginning the assault proper by heaving cast-iron grenados into the awaiting elven ranks. Pressing forward into the carnage and confusion, the ill-disciplined pirates, strengthened by years of rigging and hauling, crashed into their reeling foes. The battleline was a whirlwind of clashing blades and gunpowder blasts. The tanned, toned elf women fought with zealous expertise, skillfully cutting apart their clumsier foes. The pirates brought brute strength and pressing numbers, their barbarous cutlass' chopping right through delicate elven scalemail. The roar of the blunderbuss brought numerous long-eared warriors down in clouds of foul smoke and shot. The elven shieldmaidens fought with pious resilience, refusing to yield to the very last of them, until the remaining pirate gangs were stampeding towards the second line of defenses surrounding the temple complex.
Renard noticed pirates shoving carts loaded with gunpowder to the advancing front, rearming firearms while they heaped the rest of the casks upon a section of the interior wall. The air became filled with gunpowder smoke, as the pirates shot back at the elven archers lining their last line of defense. He nearly dropped his telescope when a huge, red explosion blasted out from the haze, stone chunks and blasted elves careening through the air. Renard could barely make out the struggle from his vantage point, but the remaining elven warriors fought with fervent resolve. The clash gradually devolved into a bloody melee. The inspired pirate warriors were unafraid to throw themselves at their foes in a frantic rush, each one eager to be the first to begin looting. As the massacre dragged on, Renard made out the unmistakable entrance of Gloria onto the battlefield. The spry vixen rushed about at the margins, picking off the most skilled warrior women with her flintlocks, until the tide had turned in the invader's favor. The temple's intricately carved front gates were mercilessly blasted to splinters, as the remaining buccaneers set upon the solemn grounds with savage exuberance.
The emptied gunpowder carts were soon heaping with glittering riches, most prominently pearls, a prized ornament harvested for generations by the aquatically-inclined island elves. With their defenders all slain, the oracles and priestesses offered no real resistance to the incensed pirates. Unassuaged, the conquerors responded with primal brutality, making Renard feel a tad nervous about enabling the whole affair. He tried to focus on how glorious his betrothed looked as she wantonly tormented the vanquished, mercilessly executing the injured from both sides of the conflict. Even from this distance, his heart melted at her beaming, haughty expression as Gloria violently forced several elves to desecrate a holy idol with the blood of their fallen. The lithe elf women were light enough for the burly plunderers to carry them off two at a time, and soon an ant-like trail of loot-bearing pirates snaked back to the beachfront. Renard, in an effort to fit in, tried to offer congratulations for a job well done to the passing pirates, but the bloodied warriors didn't seem to be paying him much mind as they shoved past. They seemed more focused on clutching their jangling riches and shrieking beauties tight, worried that another brigand might pilfer their loot. Soon the ship groaned from the loot crowding its hold, and Renard realized that less than half of the original crew had returned. Even Dread Pirate Gloria came back sporting a limp, her once fluffy fur now matted with so much blood, it appeared some of it was actually Gloria's. Renard turned to talk to the diminutive captain, until she waved away his words, then beckoned him along as she hobbled down below decks.
Intrigued, Renard followed behind anxiously, noting the steady procession of looted goods and mournful, suntanned elven women arriving alongside. The freebooters were handling both goods with the same level of care, as Renard became increasingly disquieted by the rapacious sights and depraved sounds surrounding him. The wanderlust-stricken man kept repeating to himself that he'd wanted to sail the high seas with a famous pirate crew. He knew that would entail being implicated in unsavory acts, so Renard endeavored to bottle his reservations. Still, the woeful expressions of the bronzed elf girls as they were subjected to unspeakable degradations would haunt his sleep for some time to come. Finally they arrived at Gloria's cabin, her bosun already managing the cramming of booty into the four corners of the impressive berth. It was hard to tell just how regal Gloria's room was, considering the piling hoard of recently liberated opulence spilling across every available surface, except the bed and a bejeweled throne.
Checking around cagily, Renard was grateful to note that no miserable elf girls were being confined in Gloria's room, as the fox woman keeled down hard into her creaking, glittering seat. A swabbie stealthily swooped in around Renard, almost instantly placing a tankard of foaming alcohol in the vixen's gloved hand. She downed the mug effortlessly, burping and regarding Renard wearily as her servant refilled it. After looking him up and down for a few moments, she spoke, "I guess you'll be needin' a chair of yer own. Lemme show ya how pirates celebrate a bountiful plundering." Her attendant swabbie knowingly bounded off through the room's narrow hatch at Gloria's words, while Renard became a bit enamored at the pirate queen's confiding manner, wondering if he was really going to actualize his fervent dreams to become partnered with the legendary woman.
The infatuated man responded in a flustered tone, "Oh, um, thank you! I was watching the whole battle through the telescope you lent me. You were amazing back there, I saw how you--" but before he could finish, an approaching sight withered the words in his mouth mid-sentence. Several leching pirates peered in, and began rudely tossing bruised and battered elf girls into the room. The poor women were too defeated to even cry out as they roughly rolled across the wood floor, Renard deftly stepping aside to avoid a tumbling lass. Still dumbstruck by the sudden intrusion, Renard numbly watched on as Gloria barked out harsh commands to them in Elvish. Quietly whimpering, the group of confused women crawled over to where Gloria pointed, and began awkwardly contorting together at the vixen's behest. Upon realizing what was transpiring, Renard groaned aloud, quickly adding more politely, "Oh Gloria, this ah, this really isn't necessary. I'd rather just--"
"Sit!" Gloria commanded sternly, gesturing to the meekly arranged elf girls. Renard realized that these girls were his intended 'chair', and though he was filled with empathetic revulsion, he dared not disobey the domineering fox corsair. The distraught man tried to stay focused, while he gingerly lowered himself upon a whimpering elf maiden's tanned back, trying to keep his weight oriented over his legs in sympathy. "Ach, don't be slouchin' like a sea vulture, relax, my laddie. This be a time o' celebrating," Gloria said evenly, though Renard could detecting a threatening lilt to her husky voice. Trying to block out the groaning laments of the nude women compromising his obscene 'chair', Renard reclined back fully into the warm, trembling flesh. Turning to his psychotic betrothed, Renard dutifully painted his drawn visage with a leering smile for the bemused fox pirate, eliciting a cruel snicker from her.
After becoming confident of Renard's couched pose, she spoke again, "Right, time to be given you a gander at how I like to party after a day's despoiling. I think we're due some pampering, hm, boyo?" Renard instinctively winced, wondering what bizarre horror he was about to partake in next. Two more young elven women were thrown in with them, immediately prompting Gloria to bark out orders for them to approach. The sight of the dejected, teary elf girl crawling towards them plucked at the sensitive man's heartstrings. Upon realizing the purpose of the beautiful prisoners, Renard nearly began to reject their services, before fearfully deciding against such ungratefulness towards the vixen. Her matted fur was still dyed extra crimson with clotted blood, reminding Renard of his place in current events.
As the blubbering elf girl fumbled with the button to his breeches, Renard tactfully spoke out, "Um, wouldn't it be a bit more romantic if it was just the two of us in here? I-I could do whatever that elf girl could for you, with a lot more exuberance!"
"Nah," Gloria responded concisely, as she hooked her uninjured leg around her respective maiden's head, expertly drawing the girl's tear-streaked, whimpering face between her furred thighs. Renard didn't know what else to do but stare at Gloria with an increasingly false expression of excitement, as he finally felt his own elf girl hesitantly nuzzling at his flaccid groin, timidly licking it with her small tongue.
After several minutes of this awkward and sinful scene, Gloria turned to Renard and sighed slightly, as if bored. Her eyes lit up mischievously, as she conspiratorially whispered to Renard, "Anyway me, matey, let be showin' you some real wicked fun." When Gloria finished her words with a wild wink, Renard began consciously realizing just how terribly out of his depth he was with these rapacious marauders. He apprehensively watched Gloria closely, while she fished out a conch shell from a glittering chest of coins. The vixen's fluffy cheeks bulged out as she filled the room with a reverberating trumpet toot from the pearlescent shell. A hidden hatched creaked open, heaving a scattered pile of treasure from atop the lid. Renard gasped aloud and sank back into his living chair, nearly sending the desperate elf girls sprawling from his reaction to the fraught sight when he noticed a scaly snout peaked from the rim. A wet, sliding sound filled the room as a serpentine creature slithered out from whatever strange, water-filled chamber Gloria had installed under her room. The huge, sinuous serpent's scales glittered with prismatic beauty in the room's dingy lamp light while it sinisterly slithered up to them.
The overwhelmed adventurer nearly sprinted from the room as the webbed sea serpent approached. The elf girls surrounding Renard grew equally hysteric at first sight of the dangerous-looking creature, while it calmly snaked over the back of Gloria's firmly restrained, entirely unwilling lover. The ophidian horror's wide maw parted slightly before flickering its bifurcated tongue over Gloria's muzzle. The vixen responding by affectionately scratching where its headfins met the serpent's scaly hide, as she turned to Renard and playfully said, "I call him 'Sausage', on account of how he starts lookin' after a bit o' gluttony. First spied him when he was just a wee wiggler, following after me galleon on account of all the people I was sending to walk the plank. Raised him right and proper, and now he's just a darling thing, ain't he?" Renard just nodded in obsequious understanding, watching in disgust as Gloria wantonly nuzzled against the licking reptile, while her legs struggled to control the terrified elf slave squashed into the pirate's red, bushy crotch. "Right, this ungrateful long-ear's getting a mite bit toothy with me, so it's time I be showing you how we handle things here," Gloria said grumpily, as she patted at Sausage's flaring snout, inciting the sea serpent to change behaviors.
Renard fearfully clutched his would-be elven lover closely, watching the creature wriggle off, then square up behind Gloria's own feisty prisoner. His eyes glued to the lurid scene, noticing the huge sea serpent's wide maw yawning open before the defenseless elf girl. The creature crept forward with mouth agape, enveloping over the nubile elf's chocolate-toned feet in a gradual, languid motion. Renard tried to speak up, but Gloria immediately shushed him with a raised claw, before focusing all four of her lanky limbs on controlling the increasingly distraught elf mashed into her pelvis. His heart pounded while he beheld the undulating serpent engulf up the maiden's tensed legs, the outline of the elf girl's dainty feet now bulging out from the back of the reptile's rippling neck. The victimized elf's muffled screams squelched out from between Gloria's thighs, instigating the sadistic vixen to rake the poor girl's tanned back with her clawed hands. Sausage kept steadily working its unhinged jaw up the wide, feminine thighs of its living prey, the creature's cheeks bulging with the elven woman's posterior.
Slime pooled around the wriggling elf's rear, as the voracious sea snake's wide jaws struggled around the girl's wide hips. Renard empathetically flinched at the increasingly lurid spectacle, Sausage visibly straining to forcefully devour its stubborn victim. Time seemed to stand still, as the serpent's scaly snout glided up and down the helpless elf maiden's quivering body, until finally--with a loud popping sound--the serpent's mouth pursed tightly around her waist. The half-consumed captive began screaming out in terror so loudly, Gloria bucked her hips into the girl's mouth, savagely riding the vibrating shriek as the vixen cried out herself from the stimulation. The scaly serpent was relentless and methodical, gradually swallowing more and more of the struggling elf girl's supple form until her breasts awkwardly bounced over the creature's webbed chin. Gloria had to firmly grasp the desperate elf's wrists for control now, as she helped guide the innocent female to her gooey doom in Sausage's belly. The intelligent serpent took careful advantage of each of the girl's frantic movements, allowing her struggles and thrashing about to incrementally feed it more and more of her slender frame.
The poor elf was almost completely consumed now, only her face, breasts, and outstretched arms peeking out from the gaping maw of the slithering monster. The elf girl screamed out loud in desperation as her mouth was finally drawn free from Gloria's lap, only to find herself being forced backwards into the waiting gullet of Sausage. The elven prisoner's cries were abruptly cut short as her beautiful face mashed down into her copper-toned cleavage, squished into place by the firm, pink roof of the serpent's sweltering maw. Her long golden hair flowed wildly about between Sausage's stretching jaws, as she was squeezed into a tight fit within the reptile's slippery gullet, while Gloria watched on with a lecherous grin. The vixen's claws dug deeply into the poor elf's wrists, holding her arms together as they slowly disappeared into the serpent's warm throat.
The vixen playfully cooed at Renard, "Oh my, what a lovely sight! That'll teach her not to be so timorous with that little tongue of hers, eh boyo? I see your own elven acolyte's being a might bit coy with her delightful mouth too, shall we test my serpent's gastronomic prowess?" With mutual enthusiasm, Renard quickly guided his own trembling elf maiden to straddle his lap, as she eagerly lowered her lips onto his stiffened member. The man shot Gloria a tense thumbs up, responding in pained falsetto, "Oh no, she's gotten the message loud and clear! Just gobbing on me like a gasping fish, this one!" He then turned his attention back to his elf maid, who was greedily sucking away on his erection like a hungry babe. The poor girl was practically drooling as she worked feverishly to swallow every inch of Renard's length, desperate to avoid sharing a similar fate to the writhing outline bulging from the serpent's distended midsection. Renard couldn't pry his eyes from the grizzly sight, clearly making out the muffled gurgles and squeals coming from inside Sausage's slimy belly as it contracted so forcefully Renard could see the rippling muscles perfectly mold around the elf girl's plump, squirming frame.
"Ahhh, you two are certainly getting along nicely. I s'pose I'll need to rustle up some more chow for Sausage, then," Gloria remarked, before yelling out wordlessly to her lackeys. The round hatch to Gloria's quarters opened again, as a despondent line of trembling, chocolate-toned beauties were lined up in the opulent cabin. The crowd of lithe elf girls immediately honed in on the lurid scene playing out in front of them, their faces twisted with confusion and disgust as the sea serpent's bloated stomach outlined the graceful contours of its latest, living meal. One of the slaves even attempted to flee from the room in horror, but was quickly intercepted by one of Gloria's pirates, who popped her in the chest before heaving her back in the room and slamming the hatch shut. Suddenly, one of the newly introduced elf girls collapsed to her knees, her hazel eyes rolling up into her head as she screeched out, "I-I'm having a vision! I see our futures...Oh God no, no this can't be right! You can't do this to us! Please!" The prophesying maiden began wordlessly screeching after proclaiming her morbid vision, and began wildly clawing at her face while hysterically babbling. The greedy serpent immediately rounded on the quailing new additions, nuzzling and prodding at the nude elf girls quizzically. Gloria knowingly turned to Renard and said "See, he's really smart for a scaly noodle, ain't he? Sausage is sizing them ladies up, seeing if he can manage to fit 'em all down his gullet together, nice and cozy."
Renard was stunned by Gloria's casual admission. "You're joking right? Why would you even want him to gorge on all these beautiful elf girls? Aren't they worth more on the slave market than being used as live pet food?"
Gloria shrugged nonchalantly, "Well sure, but piratin' ain't banking. It's not just about clinking coins and counting profit. Sometimes its about having fun, and my idea of a fun time is gettin' this here serpent stuffed so silly with wriggly elves, he'll live up to his namesake. There's just something majestic about watching him work himself up into a proper lather, seein' those pretty elf faces disappear into his gullet one by one." She paused briefly to take a swig of grog, then continued, "And besides, he's a growing serpent, the scaly bastard needs proper nutrition to keep hale n' hearty. Oh look, see that big, hefty one over there? she looks like she's gonna have a hard time fitting herself down his throat. Wait, what were we talking about again?" Gloria began swaying slightly, as her vision crossed.
"Ugh..." Renard groaned quietly. He had never seen anything quite so disgusting in his life, and he wasn't entirely certain how to process it. As Renard watched Sausage corral the panicking elven damsels into a corner, he felt an overwhelming sense of nausea churning in his gut, knowing the fate that soon awaited the innocent elven girls.
"So you've got your first taste of the joys of pirating now, eh boyo? I'll let you in on a little secret between you n' me," as Gloria spoke, she leaned over conspiratorially towards Renard, the overwhelming stench of Alcohol wafting from her open mouth, "the sight of a good-sized crowd o' helpless wenches gettin' devoured by my serpent gets me wetter than any ocean wave ever could." She giggled wickedly, continuing, "If you play yer cards right, I might let you sample some of my own sweet honeypot too. I'm sure you'd love to sink your teeth into that tight, pink flesh, wouldn't ya?" With that last statement, the vixen's eyes glazed over while she tipped the last dregs of grog down her thirsty throat.
It would be a great minimization to say Renard felt conflicted in this moment. The fearful man simply didn't know how to respond. In fact, the whole situation was so beyond his comprehension, he couldn't even think straight. All he could do was try to ignore the grotesque scene playing out between the scaled serpent and his terrorized clutch of naked elves. Sausage was clearly getting impatient with the slow pace of his mealtime, as he began snapping at the terrified elven women, who were desperately trying to crowd into the farthest corners of the room. They were forced against the walls by the slithering beast's herding instincts, their hands futilely grasping at each other in fear. The poor elven maidens screamed out in terror as Sausage's tongue slithered around their intertwined bodies, sampling the enticing scent of their delicate skin. One of the slaves fainted dead away as she felt the snake's slimy tongue slide across her exposed neck, leaving a trail of saliva behind.
Renard suddenly snapped back from the dire life-or-death struggle, and instead began gazing at Gloria's barely concealed, voluptuous, red-furred breasts. He realized they would jiggle slightly whenever she leaned over to get a better look at the sea serpent's feasting. As he looked upon her ample cleavage, Renard couldn't help but respond to the grudging oral attention being visited upon his own cock. His erection was throbbing and twitching in response to his elven maiden's compelled sucking and licking, causing his member to pulse and jerk erratically inside her warm, tight lips. It took every ounce of willpower for him not to thrust into her eager mouth, but instead he fought to stay still and maintain control.
Gloria noticed the change in Renard's demeanor immediately, and grinned maliciously at him, "Oh d'yeh like that? You're such a perv, aren'tcha? I guess all those years on the high seas must have made yea grow a taste fer these fine bitties I got here." She reached down and began fondling her own generous bosom with both hands, teasingly squeezing them together as she cooed seductively, "You want a piece o' this tasty morsel? Call Sausage over, and have him dispose of that little strumpet betwixt your legs. I'll give you a taste o' something else then!" Gloria grabbed hold of Renard's hand roughly and guided it towards the soft, downy fur of her chest. He hesitantly placed his fingers onto her firm mounds, feeling the silky fluffiness of her heaving bosoms beneath his fingertips.
"Ooh, nice touch," Gloria purred softly as she continued massaging Renard's hand into her plush mound, "I can tell yea've been plenty lonely without any companionship. Embrace the lifestyle I be offerin'...it won't hurt none."
Renard felt a sudden moral conflict enter his train of thought, as he coldly considered Gloria's proposition. He had long since abandoned his earlier scruples, and knew he could probably justify this act in his mind. But despite all that, he found himself unable to commit the cute, meek elf maiden to such a fate.
Gloria sensed the hesitation in Renard's countenance, and began to feel threatened by his lack of commitment. She quickly retorted angrily, "I don't see why yea'd hesitate! This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be free of all the silly laws and rules chaining you down? Well this be yer chance to really live out your pirate fantasies, boyo!" Her words caused Renard to become more conflicted, and he began to second guess himself, wondering if he really could consign the innocent elven girl to an agonizing internment within the serpent's belly. However, before he could make up his mind, another voice interrupted his thoughts.
"What are you two talking about?" asked the concerned voice of his suckling elf maiden. With a start, Renard turned his gaze downwards to find the damsel staring back at him with wide, violet eyes filled with trepidation.
"Oh, just some idle chatter between me n' our good captain here," Gloria said with a casual wave of her hand, "you ain't gotta worry yourself none about a thing. Get back to mindin' yer dinner, sweetie."
The tanned, elven damsel nodded nervously, before turning back to her ignoble task of servicing Renard's manhood. She began bobbing her head up and down rhythmically, while using her slender hands to stroke along Renard's hairy thighs. The sight of her slender body kneeling before him was enough to send a tingle through his loins, as he stared back and forth between Gloria's naked breasts and the pretty elf maidens' delicate features. Despite his inner turmoil, his member was still hardening rapidly under the ministrations of the sexy slave girl's expert tongue. Finally, knowing his entire future with Gloria and her pirate gang was at stake, Renard gave his answer as to whether or not he would willingly sacrifice the helpless elf maiden.
"I'll do it..." he muttered quietly.
Gloria smiled broadly at Renard, and leaned in close so only he could hear her whisper, "Good choice, lad. Sausage! Git over here, you dumb dirty snake!" she called out loudly. The sea serpent reluctantly released a wriggling, slime-soaked elf maiden from his yawning jaws, allowing her to fall limply to the floor as she rapidly scurried away. Gloria gestured for Sausage to approach the kneeling form of the damsel nursing on Renard's cock, who was now trembling slightly in anticipation of being devoured, having overheard the conversation between Gloria and Renard with her long ears.
Sausage slithered forward, his massive bulk gliding across the wooden decking as he struggled to properly move with the fitful movements of the mewling elf maiden languishing within his tight, churning mid-section. As he drew closer, Renard's elf girl looked back fearfully at the approaching serpent, but soon realized there was no escape from her inevitable fate. She dropped her head in resignation into Renard's lap and let out a pitiful whimper as Sausage's slimy tongue slithered inquisitively against her bare feet.
"Now don't be afraid, sweetie," Gloria cooed as she watched the spectacle unfold, "you're gonna have a great time once you get inside that big ole snake's belly. You'll get to spend the next few days with all your friends snuggled up together in that warm, cozy belly o' his."
The other terrified elf maidens were now all huddled together in a corner of the room, clinging to each other for dear life as they listened to their impending doom. They had been temporarily spared ingestion by the sea serpent's redirected attention towards the petite elf maiden trembling between Renard's legs. Their collective breaths were coming in short gasps as they watched the serpent unhinge its jaws behind the elf girl, yawning wide as it approached with intentional slowness. It felt like hours as the voracious serpent cinched its tongue around her delicate ankles, firmly guiding her dainty feet into its drooling maw.
The poor elven maiden squealed in terror as her feet disappeared into the serpent's gullet, causing her to clutch desperately at Renard's legs for support. The sound of her high pitched wails sent shivers down Renard's spine, and he instinctively wrapped his hands tightly around her contorted face to comfort her. He couldn't help but notice how soft and smooth her dark, tanned skin was, contrasting greatly with the pale, pink flesh of the gradually encroaching serpent's maw. Her slender body was perfectly proportioned, with well toned muscles that accentuated every feminine curve. His heart pounded in his chest as he gazed upon this beautiful creature, knowing full well what was about to happen.
"That's right, just stroke the poor lass' fine hair as Sausage does his work," Gloria urged Renard as she continued fondling herself, "it'll make it easier for you both."
Renard reluctantly did as he was told, stroking the elf maiden's silky locks as the serpent began sliding its tongue slowly up her delicate legs. The poor girl was screaming hysterically now, her voice rising in pitch and volume as Sausage's tongue slithered further up her thighs. Renard could actually feel how firmly the serpent held onto her calves with its undulating throat, as if trying to prevent any chance of escape as it gradually coaxed her down. He could also see the look of horror etched on the elf's pretty features as she realized her fate was sealed.
As Renard continued stroking her hair, he noticed the elf maiden's eyes were beginning to roll back into her head as she began screaming aloud, "I'm having a vision of the future! A terrible vision! I can see myself, crammed into that slimy serpent's belly...Oh god, oh god! I'm surrounded by countless other acolytes, all trapped inside the same slimy prison! We're all being forced to endure the same horrific experience! My face is lodged between two fat breasts, which are covered in thick, viscous slime!" She then screamed out loud again, "I can feel my face being squished between them! Oh no, no no no nooooooo! Not like this! Please Goddess, please save us! I can feel the burn of hot slime filling my nostrils! I'm suffocating! I'm dying! I can't breathe! Someone help me! Somebody!"
The damsel's screams reached an ear splitting crescendo, as she clawed at Renard's body frantically, trying to somehow wriggle free from the serpent's oral grip. Her cries only served to excite Sausage even more, causing him to begin gulping faster at her tender thighs. Renard was starting to panic himself, wondering if he should try to pull the poor girl away from the serpent before things got too far out of hand.
Gloria stared bemusedly at the predated elf girl, giggling wickedly as she watched the poor girl's horrifying visions play out before her, "Well ain't that somethin'. Looks like yea be one o' those rare ones who can see the future. Not quite a blessing now, considering yer situation, but still interesting none the less." She turned back to Renard and smiled broadly, "Now don't let her scare ya so much, lad. Ye won't have to endure any more of this, I see you're harborin' a sensitive spirit. Leave that little bitty lassie alone and come here." She grabbed hold of Renard's arm and pulled him towards her, forcing him to spill the trembling elf girl from his lap. The other exhausted women comprising his living chair tumbled apart, as they fearfully tried to scramble away from the frantically clutching girl lodged half-way down Sausage's gullet. Desperate for leverage, the gradually engulfed elf girl tightly gripped one of the cowering maidens around the leg as she fought against Sausage's powerful suction, trying to keep herself from being drawn deeper down the serpent's slippery throat, but only succeeding in dragging the other poor elf maiden along with her.
"Come on sweetie," Gloria said gently to Renard, while she guided his crying face close to hers, "you've done yer part. Now plant that cute mug of yours right here and take care o' your newly betrothed."
Renard hesitantly obeyed Gloria's command, leaning forward into her fluffy bosom and letting out a soft moan as he felt her warm breasts press against his cheeks. His cock twitched involuntarily as he took in her intoxicating scent, the vixen smelling of exotic perfume mixed with a hint of sweat and saltwater. He could feel Gloria's hands roaming across his shoulders as she pushed him closer to her chest, her long muzzle resting atop his head. He could hear her heavy breathing and hammering heart as the sadistic pirate queen enjoyed watching the terrified elven priestess kicking at the other girl in Sausage's maw, who was inadvertently pulling her along down the serpent's throat. Sausage was taking full advantage, using his tongue to coax the poor girl further down his gullet as he lunged to grip the other elf's ankles firmly within his mouth. The third elven victim was bawling loudly, the other girl's hands still desperately clutching onto her legs as Sausage slowly began pulling them both deeper down his rippling gullet.
Gloria nestled Renard's head against her bosom, and whispered softly into his ear, "Look at 'em all. All three of them look so helpless...so pathetic...They're better off becoming a part o' me pet than sufferin' the indignity of a life of servitude in that dirty old temple."
Renard nodded in agreement, feeling guilty for what he had done to these poor girls. He knew there was nothing he could do about it now though, especially since Gloria already had him wrapped around her finger. He wondered just how many of these unfortunate elves would end up being devoured by the sea serpent before their journey was over, eliciting a shudder from him as he imagined how the serpentine reptile had earned its name.
The heated pirate queen watched every moment unfold before her with rapt attention, her eyes glued to the feminine silhouettes slowly rippling down the scaly length of Sausage's long body. She could see the way the snake's coiling muscles bulged and flexed around the struggling elf maidens, which were now completely enveloped by his slick, slimy flesh. As the serpent continued swallowing the last of his prey, Gloria noticed a pair of bronze-colored, slender hands despairingly gripping the edges of the serpent's slobbery cheeks. They belonged to the smallest of the three victims, who still wasn't entirely down Sausage's gullet.
Gloria leaned in close to Renard's ear again, whispering sultrily, "Look at that, lad. See how those uncalloused hands are still tryin' ta cling on? That be the most erotic sight I've seen in a dog's age!"
Renard stared in disbelief as he watched the small elf girl desperately clawing at Sausage's cheeks with her tiny hands, straining to escape the beast's insatiable appetite. The sea serpent's throat undulated rhythmically as it swallowed another inch or two of the girl's delicate frame, causing her fingers to slip from the smooth scales of his cheeks. Her face fell into an expression of utter defeat as she realized she couldn't hold on any longer, and let out a pitiful wail which transitioned into a gooey slurp as she disappeared into Sausage's gullet.
"Haha, you're such a meek little scallywag," Gloria said condescendingly, tussling Renard's hair teasingly as he demurely buried his nose in her cleavage, pressing her breasts to his ears to block out the muffled chorus of screams coming from the numerous elven victims trapped inside the serpent's belly.
"Look at that, he's already on his fourth one. Looks like the elven lasses of your 'chair' have attracted quite a bit o' attention," Gloria said with a chuckle, reaching down to caress the bulge in Renard's unbuttoned breeches as he continued sniffling quietly against her fluffy chest. "That's it, poppet, rub yer face all over my bosoms. It'll make ya feel better, ya nancy boy."
Renard complied without hesitation, burying his face into Gloria's ample bosom and wrapping his arms tightly around her exposed waist as he focused solely on losing himself in the luxurious texture of her silky, downy chest fluff. He could hear Gloria sigh contentedly as she held him tight against her voluptuous body, enjoying the softness of his warm cheeks pressing between her bosoms. The smell of sweat and smoke wafting off of Renard filled her nostrils, and she felt herself growing wet between her thighs as she caught a glimpse of Sausage awkwardly gumming away at two pairs of trembling legs as they struggled weakly within his slavering maw.
The pirate queen sighed deeply as she enjoyed Renard's tender ministrations, feeling her pussy begin to throb with desire as she looked down upon the increasingly engorged midsection of her beloved sea serpent. The pirate queen reluctantly dislodged Renard's face from her bosoms and began sidling down his body until her legs could lock around his hips. She then reached down and cupped Renard's balls through his breeches, giving them a gentle squeeze as she smiled wickedly up at him.
"Y'know, a wedding's not right n' proper until consummated," she whispered up seductively as her chin rested against his hairy chest, "I'm sure ye'd be more than willing to give this poor lassie some lovin', wouldn'tcha?"
Renard nodded eagerly, as he felt the vixen lining his cock up with the entrance to Gloria's dripping slit. He was relieved to find that the pirate queen wasn't wearing any bloomers under her skirt, but instead was naked from the waist down, save for her big, leather boots. He looked down and could see her crotch was bushy with red fur, with the exception of her dark lips glistening expectantly with anticipation.
Gloria moaned softly as she felt Renard's cock press against her moist folds, rubbing it along the length of her labia before finally slipping inside. She'd laid with many men throughout her nautical career, but the intimacy combined with the lurid sight of so many helpless maidens being devoured by Sausage had aroused her greatly. The pirate queen closed her eyes and savored the sensation of Renard sliding into her hot, velvety depths, her fluffy thighs squeezing tightly around his hips as she bucked back against him.
"Ohhhh...ya dirty little scallywag," Gloria moaned loudly as she felt Renard's manhood slide deep into her steamy passage, eliciting a long, lustful groan from the pirate queen.