Hoist the Colors Ch. 21 (Mobuseka) (Patreon)

(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

A/N: Carla just needed a little nudge.

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Carla probably wouldn’t have thought to do this of her own accord. Or at least she wouldn’t have thought to try and do it again, especially after what had happened the last time she’d offered her body to the Pirate Captain. And yet… she needed security. She needed to know she was truly safe. It wasn’t like she could go back to her father after all. That bridge was firmly burnt. But if she could get herself in Leon’s good graces, then maybe everything would be alright.

That was why she’d ultimately bowed her head and accepted Leon’s decree that she was going to look after Deirdre until the other woman woke up. It did make a certain sort of sense… after all, better to have another woman to greet her rather than a man, right?

Well, Carla wasn’t too sure that was the case, in the end. Ultimately, she’d seen her life flash before her eyes when Deirdre had pointed that pistol at her. Why Leon had seen fit to let the other woman keep it in the first place, she’d never know!

But then, that was the problem wasn’t it? It almost felt like Deirdre was already further in Leon’s good graces than Carla herself. And that couldn’t be allowed to continue… she needed to find a way to even the playing field!

Fortunately, the Saint herself had seen fit to speak to Carla and help her out. Or at least, Carla assumed it was the Saint. Admittedly, she’d never been very religious before, only paying lip service to all of that, but when a female voice whispers to you in your moment of greatest need, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once… well, it could only mean one thing, right?

Yes, Carla was confident she’d been visited by the Saint herself in one of Carla’s lower moments as she’d been in the process of crying herself to sleep. The feminine voice had asked her what was wrong and told her to dry her tears once she’d haltingly explained. Then, she’d been given instructions on precisely what to do to fix her current situation.

It was simple… she just needed to offer herself up to Captain Leon in every way imaginable. Mind, heart… and body. If she committed herself to the Captain, if she showed him that she could be loyal to him beyond a shadow of a doubt… then the Saint’s voice claimed he would very much take care of her.

Something as transactional as offering her body for sex just so he would save her in the moment… that was fleeting and ultimately she was never going to get anywhere with that. No, Carla had to commit… and seeing no better options or future for herself, commit she would.

Arriving outside of Leon’s quarters, Carla looks to the golems guarding his room and swallows thickly. But they don’t bar her path. In fact, it’s just as the Saint said… they both look at her, nod, and step aside. Carla steps past, slipping into the room where the Devil’s Smile resides.

As he looks up from his work, Carla is already in motion, letting her garments fall away from her body to reveal the lingerie that the Saint had supplied for her. How Holfort’s religious figure managed to get sexy, sultry lingerie onto the Sky Pirate’s ship, Carla didn’t know… but then, she didn’t need answers to everything… she just needed assurances.

Striding forward lest she lose her nerve, Carla flushes as Leon’s eyes slide down her body, taking in her figure.

Coming to a stop in front of him, she makes sure her hands remain at her sides, letting her half-naked state do the talking for a split second before she says the fateful words.

“I-I’m here to get f-fucked, sir.”

Leon’s eyes snap from her chest to her face at that, narrowing in response. Carla’s blush intensifies, but ultimately the blue-haired young woman manages to stand her ground.

“I know what you said before… I know you don’t need me to warm your bed. And I know now where I went wrong before. I don’t… I don’t just want to offer you my body in exchange for salvation. I want to b-be with you… to serve you properly… to be your woman with all that entails.”

When Leon remains quiet, Carla continues on, a note of desperation in her voice.

“I want to prove myself to you. I have nowhere else to go now… you’re the only reason I made it off of that island alive. And you’re the only reason I continue to draw breath even now. So I wish to swear myself to your service… with all that entails.”

She runs her hands along her frame emphatically at that, putting extra emphasis on those last few words. And finally, she manages to get a reaction from the Sky Pirate. Leon Bartfort rises from his chair with lidded eyes and steps up to her, making Carla tense in response.

“… Just so we’re clear, you would be one of my women.”

Carla quickly nods. The Saint had prepared her for that as well. She couldn’t expect a man like the Devil’s Smile to be exclusive after all. Nor did she really want him to be… truth be told, if she was the sole focus of his attention, Carla worries she wouldn’t be able to survive it.

“Y-Yes. I understand. I don’t mind.”

There’s another moment… and then Leon huffs and reaches out, taking ahold of her hair in his hand. His grip is firm but barely bordering on rough as he pulls her in and kisses her. Except it’s not so much a kiss as it is a domination of her mouth, his tongue pushing past her lips and wrestling her tongue into submission.

Carla lets out a muffled moan as her legs quiver and she all but collapses forward against him. Only, not entirely because his hand comes up and fondles one of her breasts through her bra, keeping her slightly at bay. He manhandles her quite easily in fact, showing that he’s well practiced at such things.

All Carla can do is whimper and let herself be taken. This was what she wanted after all. This was what she needed to do to secure her future… at Leon Bartfort’s feet.

Eventually, her bra comes off and his hands fall upon her breasts directly. Carla lets out a soft cry as he cups them and squeezes them, exploring her body with his fingers. Rough palms brush over her nipples, making them grow rock hard at his touch as she shivers in delight.

She’s expecting him to push her to her knees at some point and make use of her mouth. The Saint had warned her that he might and she’d even been practicing with phallic shapes these past few nights. But… to her mild chagrin, that doesn’t happen.

Instead, Leon’s hands drop to her waist, his thumbs pushing slightly under her panties, and he abruptly lifts her up and spins her around. Before Carla can process what’s happening, she’s already bent over his desk, a gasp leaving her lips as her nipples scrape along the wood, her tits squishing into the hard surface.

It's an interesting type of discomfort… not an entirely unwanted one. Being treated roughly… well, it was exactly what he’d promised her. You didn’t offer to let a pirate take you to bed. No, they would fuck you. Just like Leon Bartfort was about to fuck her.

Carla… doesn’t mind that idea one bit, she finds. Maybe it’s the Saint helping boost her confidence, but truth be told… Leon is a handsome man. And there’s something to be said about being his woman, even if that means being bent over and taken from behind like some common trollop. Because no matter what, she can rely on the fact that she isn’t some common trollop. No, specifically, she’s the Devil’s Smile’s Trollop~

His thumbs finish hooking into her undergarments… and slide the last piece of lacy, skimpy attire she has on down her legs, exposing her shapely buttocks and her glistening wet pussy lips. Carla doesn’t have to feign arousal or fake a single bit of her current lust… she wants this. She wants him.

His hands leave her for a moment and she hears the telltale sounds of a belt being unbuckled and pants being undone. A gasp leaves Carla’s lips as she feels something hot, heavy, and growing land upon her ass crack, sliding between her butt cheeks. The gasp is followed by a whimper as she feels just how big Leon is… but then to be fair, she’s never been with a man before. Anything was going to feel huge to her.

“Last chance to back out.”

She blinks, a little caught off guard by his willingness to let her stop all of this even now. Would he really accept it if she told him she wanted to stop? In the end, it didn’t truly matter because Carla wasn’t about to say such a thing. No, rather… she was far past the point where she would be willing to back out.

“Please… don’t feel like you have to hold back with me. I just want to prove myself to you…”

There’s a pause before Leon lets out a soft sigh. Then, his cock slides down from her ass crack to between her thighs and presses against her slit. Carla squeaks the moment it does so… she’d thought what she’d been feeling was big before, but now that he’s actually pushing against her virgin hole, it feels absolutely massive. Is he too big for her?!

The answer, as it turns out, is no. He’s big… but not too big. Holding her firmly and securely by the hips, Leon pushes into her from behind inch after inch. He doesn’t bother slowing down to take her virginity or anything like that either. Instead, he thrusts right on through, causing Carla to gasp at the momentary spike of pain.

And yet, the pain doesn’t linger like she might have expected. Even as he stretches her beyond all of her expectations, even as her walls expand to fit his girth more and more, Carla is shuddering as a strange, not at all bad sensation comes over her.

There’s something to be said about it being her own decision, in the end. For the longest time, Carla was sure that she wouldn’t have a choice when the time came to lose her virginity. She’d thought she would be married off at first, and then when Stephanie had sold her to the Winged Sharks, she’d spent nights waiting for the men she was serving to decide to use her in that way.

It had never happened though and now here she was, being claimed by a Sky Pirate after all… but of her own volition. It helped that Leon Bartfort was a sight more attractive than any of the other pirates she’d found herself in the reluctant company of so far. Not to mention the fact that he’d saved her no matter how reluctantly… and even facilitated her vengeance.

Sure, Carla knew deep down inside that Deirdre didn’t shoot Stephanie for her sake or anything like that. But still, she can’t help but be appreciative all the same.

And so, as Leon fucks her from behind, Carla holds onto the desk for dear life and moans up a storm, enjoying herself more than even she had anticipated. His cock plows in and out of her, pushing deep into her cunt again and again while her pussy walls clench and flex and stretch along his shaft.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The sound of his hips hitting her ass fill the room, flesh slapping against flesh as he gives her every last inch of his dick. All Carla can do in response is arch her back and thrust backwards with all the strength she can muster, shuddering and quivering all the while.

This was what it meant to be a Sky Pirate’s kept woman, she supposed. This was what the rest of her life would be like as she did everything in her power to serve Leon ‘Devil’s Smile’ Bartfort. Ironically, such a thought does not bring her despair… no, rather, Carla can only smile as she enjoys the good hard fucking she’s receiving.

She’s not really a noblewoman anymore after all, so she doesn’t have to care about things like propriety and decorum and all that silly nonsense anymore. Instead she can focus on what really matters… getting dicked down by the man currently pinning her to his desk.

Carla can’t say for sure how long the plowing continues for, only that she orgasms at least thrice upon Leon’s cock before he finally thrusts into her one last time and cums deep within her cunt. His seed reaches all the way to her womb, making Carla shudder and quiver in anticipation of what might result from that in the future. If he wants to breed her then that’s well within his rights…

As he pulls out of her, Carla collapses forward onto the desk, panting heavily and catching her breath. But at the same time, she can’t help but offer up her gratitude to the one who got her here.

“T-Thank you Saint… thank you…”

Only, she’s not quiet enough. There’s a pause and then Leon’s voice cuts through the sudden silence.

“Excuse me? What was that?”

Flushing, Carla pushes herself up off of the desk and then turns around. He might think her mad if she tells him everything… but she also cannot hold back information from him. Not at this point. Not if she wants her service to be long and productive.

And so Carla tells Leon all about the woman’s voice who had come to her in her hour of need and how she’d believed it was the Saint. Though of course, she also hedges her bets, telling him that perhaps it was just her own inner voice as well.

Leon just stares at her for a long moment before groaning and covering his face with his palm.

“… Damn it Cleare.”

Carla just blinks in confusion. Who was Cleare?

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