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Night falls and the seas grow even more restless. The rocking of the ship becomes worse. You don't know if you hate it that the Pirate Queen is here to see every bit of your motion sickness --of your weakness-- or glad for her presense taking your mind off of it.

The sensible part of you wants to resist the pleasure of her fingers in your hair, but you are in no state to listen when your body enjoys her touch this much. She knows what she's doing, and you do too; soothing you and seducing you at the same damn time.

And you?

You're letting her.

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