Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

"Is this it?" Mr Alson asked, sitting in a small boat, and staring at the seemingly destroyed ship with a frown.

"Yes. Can you fix it?" Seadog asked hesitantly.

Mr Alson snorted "Of course, I can. But let's get in first, I will get a better view from the inside" He responded.

Seadog nodded his head and paddled the tender they were in towards the ship. He didn't need to fear the man even if he is an ascendant, because he seems very tame compared to the others he had seen.

And throughout their journey along the frozen bridge, Mr Alson had already assured him that nothing bad would happen to him. And even though he doubted his words, who was he to dispute an ascendant, even if it was a feigned belief, it was still better than being threatened with death.

"Clack!!" As the boat collided with the ship, Seadog stood after carefully arranging the paddle into its well-kept position before he screamed "MAD JOHN!! LET DOWN THE ROPES, ITS ME SEADOG".

Then, he waited.

"Swooosh!"

And, after a few minutes of waiting, a rope wiped through the air and stopped with the reach of their hands.

"Climb up, I have secured the rope!!" Mad John screamed from the top of the ship.

Seadog nodded his head and turned to look at Mr Alson.

"Go first" Mr Alson said. His heavy no nonsense attitude and charisma left no space for Sea dog to voice out any disapproval.

"Alright" And with a swift movement, he settled his hands upon the ropes and climbed up.

In a few minutes, he arrived at the top.

"Hey, help me will you!" He declared to Mad John who immediately gripped his arm and pulled him up into the ship.

"Ha… Thanks" He added before he looked down and stared at Mr Alson who was still down below "You can come up now sir".

Seadog watched as the man nodded, and just when he was about to offer him some form of assistance, his mouth went agape.

"Booom!" Mr Alson jumped into the air with a sonic boom behind him, that pushed the boat deep into the sea as the waters behind it rippled out like a stone thrown into a pond.

"BAM!!" And in the blink of an eye, he landed beside him, with both his huge backpack and his humongous suitcase.

Seadog gulped at the sheer display of power. Once again, he was reminded of the strength of an ascendant that reminded him of a threat he had received from the captain.

Meanwhile, Mad John was unfazed by it. After being near several ascendants for so long and even getting the opportunity to see one being eaten alive to death some few days ago, his main observations and wariness were their characters and not their strength.

"Good evening" Mad John greeted, showing his hand and pushing it forward for a handshake.

Mr Alson shook his hands and accepted his greetings with a nod. He turned and looked around the interior of the ship "Although it's badly damaged even from the inside, I need to take a look around to know how long it would take for me to repair all everything".

"Okay, follow me, I will lead the way" Mad John replied before he turned around on walked forward.

Mr Alson nodded and followed behind him. He turned his head several times and looked around the ship and thought about how to move forward with the repairs until his eyes caught a glimpse of something.

No, it wasn't something, but someone. "Are you aware that there is a woman with several bruises on her face sleeping in the open space on your ship?" He questioned, and pointed his hands towards the sleeping Clara.

His question drew the attention of Mad john, and Sea dog who immediately threw his gaze towards that direction.

Instantly, just by looking at the outline of the figure, Sea dog immediately knew who it was and jumped back in fright.

"Tha- - Is tha…." He asked, snapping his towards Mad John.

"Yes, I am. Unfortunately, that is Captain Clara, she wanted to meet with the Captain, however, he isn't around, so she decided to sleep there and wait for his return despite my disapproval" Mad John answered. He immediately withdrew his attention from Clara, not also minding Sea dog reaction, he continued to walk forward "If she gets in your way, I will handle it. But, don't mind her unless she does so".

Although there were several questions that Mr Alson wanted to ask, but he withheld himself from doing so. He was here to work and sharpen his skills, so no other thing was of concern to him, even if it was some injured and battered woman laying unconsciously, and shivering in the open winds.

However, Seadog raised his senses to the maximum. He wanted to make sure that the sleeping Captain Clara doesn't see him in her current state, but after hearing and seeing Mad John's reaction to Mr Alson's statement, he blinked in confusion before his expression changed to bewilderment.

Fear.

His gaze became transfixed on Mad John's back, and for the first time, he felt fear for the man that always accompanies their Captain, who also stood side by side with the female knight who made their days a living torment.

All those days, he never viewed Mad John as anything more than a fellow crewman and not a superior, even with his position, because they were both sea slaves sold from the same slave market after all.

His gaze kept on feverishly turning towards the sleeping Captain Clara and Mad John, but this time, he couldn't help but let a thought ring loudly in his head.

'What happened when we were away?'

….....

What a long night!

Truly, an amazing night!

I said to myself pouring the whole bottle of red wine into my mouth before I turned to look at the naked women all sleeping peacefully on the bed.

I smiled.

Some lay in the crimson-coloured mess that signified their advancements into womanhood, who now knew the difference between sex and love. Some lay in the fluid aftermath of battles between our genitalias clashing against each for dominance.

Some twitched, and sometimes moaned out for his presence, asking for their holes to be drilled and hammered even though they were currently bordering a line no mortal woman was supposed to cross.

While one..... was currently stirring up awake, clutching her head with her hand as she proceeded to sit upright.

Darn it! I cursed, instantly spitting out the wine from my mouth.

I watched as the woman who suddenly woke up, put her finger in her pussy just after clearing her headache or whatever it was that made her wince.

"Are you serious?" I asked out loud, drawing her attention towards me as my eyebrows corked up questioningly.

She smiled at me, amusingly.

"I am just surprised at how my pussy has been extremely shaped by your penis" She replied, adding three more fingers to penetrate her vagina curiously.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" I asked, feeling a cocky smile brewing on my lips.

"No. You ruined my pussy".

My smile dropped.

"Even though my vagina was tighter and smaller than that of an average woman, I liked it the way it was, irrespective of how large your dick is" She continued.

I feigned a cough.

"Well, you should have told me earlier about it, but instead you screamed and pleaded with me to drill and impale your pussy with more force" I responded.

I arranged my body to a more comfortable position, crossed my leg together and pour more wine into my mouth in a laid-back manner while trying to hide the growing bitterness growing in me.

As the first woman to wake up, even though she was last to fall asleep, all I needed to hear was one single sentence to complete yesterday's enjoyable night.

Is it so hard for her to open her mouth and say, that 'the sex was good'?

Yeah, my reasons for my growing irritation might be petite, but a genuine heartful compliment from a woman who you have rocked amid the rivers of pleasure was always welcomed, especially after the efforts and display I put in last night.

Immediately, I sighed. Maybe it was my fault for expecting this much from a harlot.

She shook her head, and stared at me with a smile on her lips "If I knew that the moment I fell under your hands, I would lose all forms of rationality and be subdued under that mind-wrecking pleasure, then I would never have agreed to this".

I pursed my lips together, and let the wine saturate in my mouth for some seconds before gulping the whole thing down.

"Does that mean that you didn't enjoy the sex?" I asked.

"No, I enjoyed it. But if I had known that it would be like this, I would have asked for more payment"

Maybe this was my post-nut clarity speaking to me, but I couldn't help but ask myself 'Instead of a harlot, why didn't I take my time and find a suitable woman to fuck?'.