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Wemmbu’s eyes opened to the slow creak of wood and the constant rock of the ship beneath him. Rope dug into his wrists every time he tried to move. The same rope tightly held his ankles spread apart on the narrow bed. The cabin was small and dim. A single lantern swung from a beam above, throwing light that lit the small part of the cabin which was filled with the smell of liquor,Old wood, Smoke and then a very distinct ocean like scent that belonged to the person standing in front of him.
Wemmbu's gaze travelled down towards himself,why was he naked?! The white wedding clothes were gone. His underwear was gone. Nothing left except the torn veil still tangled around his head and neck, the soft fabric stuck to his cheek. Cool air touched his chest, his stomach, the inside of his thighs. He tried to close his legs and the ropes stopped him cold.
Jaden stood at the foot of the bed. Mask still on. Dark hair in that same loose braid. Arms crossed. Just watching him, almost amused at the outcome of the situation, his gaze was cold though promising wemmbu of something much darker.
Wemmbu’s mouth felt dry. He swallowed and it hurt a little.
“how did I even get stuck in this situation…”
The whole day started playing behind his eyes again,wemmbu bit the inside of his cheek, blame his stupid fiance for all this.
“Ugh, Egg, can you hurry it up?”
Wemmbu stood in the dressing room tugging at his hair for the fourth time. The white clothes felt soft against his skin, almost too soft, the kind of fabric he never got to wear. Today was the wedding reception. He still didn’t know why he was doing this. He hadn’t agreed. Not really. Egg was the one who arranged everything. Egg had said the other man was rich. He had said they could both settle down properly for once because they were, let’s be honest, not doing great with money.
Wemmbu dropped his hands and stared at himself in the small mirror. “Yeah. No. This is stupid. I’m not doing this.”
He pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway only to find it empty which was perfect for him. He could just leave. Walk out the side door, disappear into the market, let Egg deal with the mess. His bare feet were quiet on the stone. He made it three steps before the noise from the main hall stopped him.
Voices, someone with a very sweet voice was saying something and then suddenly something heavy was knocked over.
He told himself to keep walking. Sue wemmbu for being curious because instead he edged closer and looked.
A group of men filled the space sprawled in different areas of the wedding hall. They seemed to be disciplined enough for pirates' standards atleast. Wemmbu had heard Egg go on about pirates more times than he could count. Historical rants that usually put him to sleep. The leader was the pirate king. Jaden. That much had stuck in his head.
Why would they crash a wedding?
There he was. Dark hair tied in a loose braid. Face covered up to the nose with a black mask. He had Wemmbu’s soon-to-be husband by the hair, forcing the man’s head back so far his throat was fully exposed. A dagger rested right against the skin.
“You owe me something,” Jaden said. His voice was calm, almost quiet.
The fiancé struggled, hands grabbing at the wrist holding him. “I don’t—please—I can get the money, I just need more time—”
“But you’ve had time.” Jaden tilted his head. The blade pressed a little harder. “I’ve been waiting so patiently, don't you think I deserve a reward too?”
Wemmbu’s stomach twisted. He didn’t understand why, but watching that dagger and the way Jaden held the other man like he was nothing sent heat straight down between his legs. He felt weird, he was getting wet from between his legs. Just from looking. He clenched his jaw and forced the thought away. Focus.
He started to back up. The veil caught on a nail sticking out of the doorframe. The fabric tore with a soft, ugly rip. Every head in the room turned.
Jaden’s eyes found him.
“That’s your little soon-to-be wife?” he asked the fiancé, still holding him by the hair. He lifted his free hand and gestured once. One of the pirates stepped forward and grabbed Wemmbu’s arm hard.
Wemmbu tried to yank it free. “Let go of me—”
“I’ll be taking him until you fulfil your little debt to me,” Jaden said. “Okay? I promise I’ll take good care of him.”
The fiancé’s face went white. “No—wait—he’s not part of this—leave him out of it—”
“He is now.”
Wemmbu looked across the room and met Egg’s eyes. Egg looked sick. Mouth open like he wanted to shout but the words wouldn’t come.
Jaden jerked his chin at the pirate holding Wemmbu. The man let go immediately. Jaden walked over himself, closed his hand around Wemmbu’s upper arm, and started pulling him toward the side door.
“Clean up this area,” Jaden ordered over his shoulder. “Leave the white-haired one alive.” making eye contact with eggchan. Then he pushed Wemmbu ahead of him into the open air.
“Stop–you can’t just drag me out of here–” Wemmbu tried to dig his heels into the dirt. “Egg!”
They reached the longboat fast. The second they were a few steps away from the others Jaden’s arm locked around Wemmbu’s chest from behind and a cloth pressed hard over his mouth and nose.
“Mmf–!” Wemmbu thrashed. His back slammed against Jaden’s chest. He could feel the solid heat of him through the clothes. The cloth smelled sweet and wrong. He shoved at the arm holding him. “Get–off–mmph–”
Jaden’s other hand slid down, found the waist of the soft white trousers, and pushed inside without any hesitation.
Wemmbu’s whole body jerked. “Don’t ah–”
Fingers parted him. He was already slick actually, Embarrassingly wet. Jaden’s fingers dragged through it, then pushed inside. One first. Then a second. Stretching him open. Wemmbu had never had anything other than his own fingers inside him before. The burn and the pressure made his knees go weak.
“Nnnh stop please—” The words came out muffled against the cloth. His hips tried to twist away but there was nowhere to go.
Jaden worked his fingers deeper, slow and sure. “Stop? you look like you're gonna cry if I pull them out.”
“I’m not–ahh–I'm not–” A broken moan slipped out before Wemmbu could stop it. His face burned. How could the pirate know what he wanted…
Jaden pulled his fingers free, held them up in front of Wemmbu’s face, and spread them so the wetness caught the light.
“You’re such a slut,” he muttered right against Wemmbu’s ear as if it were a known fact. “Look at you. Do you even know me to have this kind of reaction?.”
“Shut up–mmph–” Wemmbu tried to turn his head away. Another weak sound escaped him when Jaden’s fingers brushed his folds, smearing the slickness there.
The cloth stayed pressed tight. The sweet smell filled his lungs with every panicked breath. His arms started to feel heavy. His legs too. His vision was becoming blur by every passing second.
“im going to have so much fun with you,” Jaden said, voice low and close. “to think that good for nothing was gonna have you everyday next to him, disgusting.”
Wemmbu’s last clear thought was the press of those wet fingers against his mouth and the way his body kept clenching around nothing, still wanting more even as his body grew heavy, and his vision was taken over by darkness.
Wemmbu made eye contact with the pirate. He could tell Jaden was enjoying himself just looking at him, the way his eyes moved slowly over every inch of bare skin, lingering between his spread thighs like he had all the time in the world.
Jaden leaned in close enough that his breath warmed the edge of the veil. “I plan to keep you here till your fiancé repays his debt,” he whispered.
Wemmbu tried closing his legs. The ropes at his ankles stopped him cold. He didn’t know what to do with the heat already building low in his belly or the way his pulse jumped under the mask’s stare.
“Let me go!” Wemmbu shouted.
The slap landed sharp and wet right on his pretty cunt. The sound cracked through the cabin. Wemmbu gasped and threw his head back, mouth open, the sting blooming hot across his folds.
“Did you ask before speaking?” Jaden tsked, already lining up another strike. “And here I thought you were taught etiquette.”
The second slap hit harder. Wemmbu’s hips jerked against the ropes. A broken sound tore out of him.
He panted hard, chest rising fast. “Okay. Okay, stop.”
Jaden smirked above the mask.
The veil kept slipping into Wemmbu’s mouth every time he turned his head. He couldn’t move his hands to fix it. Jaden noticed, of course. He reached out and tugged the torn fabric just enough to uncover more of Wemmbu’s flushed face.
“Oh, I kept that on for symbolic purposes,” he said. “And to mock your fiancé more.”
Wemmbu made a confused noise in the back of his throat.
Jaden rolled his eyes. “I’m going to breed you. You haven’t been married. You would’ve had your wedding night tonight. Guess not with your fiancé anymore. Plus, take this as a wedding gift for your husband. I’m sure he’ll love it.”
This earned Jaden a whine, the sound high and helpless.
Jaden’s hands slipped down without warning. Rough palms parted his thighs wider against the ropes. Fingers found his folds and started playing, slow and thorough, spreading him open so the cool cabin air touched the slick already gathering there. He rubbed the swollen lips between two fingers, then dragged a thumb over the sensitive peak at the top until Wemmbu’s hips twitched.
“Have you ever fingered yourself, properly?” Jaden asked, voice low.
Wemmbu nodded, face burning.
“Good.” Jaden pushed two fingers in.
The stretch punched a cry out of Wemmbu. “Wait–No!” Jaden’s fingers were so much longer and thicker than his own. His fingers filled him in a way he had never managed alone, pressing deep and spreading him open from the inside. Slick coated the digits immediately, wet sounds starting up as Jaden worked them in and out.
Wemmbu came just from that. His whole body seized, thighs shaking against the ropes, a broken moan ripping out of him while his cunt clenched hard around the invading fingers. Clear fluid spilled out around Jaden’s knuckles, dripping down to the sheets.
He started panting and moaning without any control left. “N-no Wait ah nooo–.” The words came out shaky but his hips were already pushing back harder against the fingers, chasing the pressure even as he shook his head.
Jaden added a third finger without warning. The stretch burned. Wemmbu’s mouth fell open on a louder cry. The wet sounds of his pussy being fingered filled the cabin, filthy and rhythmic, mixed with every moan that spilled out of him. Slick ran down Jaden’s hand, shiny and thick, coating his fingers and palm until every thrust made a soft obscene noise.
“i could get off to this,” Jaden muttered, watching his fingers disappear inside. “So fucking wet already.”
“F-fuck Ahh!” Wemmbu let out a cry when Jaden curled his fingers and rubbed hard against a spot that made his vision go blur behind his eyes. His back arched as much as the ropes allowed. “Too much. It’s too—”
Jaden kept the pace steady and deep, three fingers plunging in and out, stretching him wider with every push. Slick dripped onto the bed in small wet spots. Wemmbu’s moans turned continuous, broken only by sharp gasps whenever the fingers twisted or pressed that spot again.
Then Jaden slowed down on purpose. The thrusts turned lazy, almost gentle, fingers barely moving inside the clenching heat.
Wemmbu whined immediately, hips lifting as much as he could. “N-no Please Faster–Please–”
“You want it faster?” Jaden asked, voice rough with amusement. He dragged his fingers almost all the way out, letting Wemmbu feel every inch of the retreat, slick stretching in shiny strings between his knuckles and the puffy entrance.
“Yes–Yes Don’t stop!”
Jaden slammed the three fingers back in hard and picked the pace right back up. The wet sounds got louder, faster, the cabin filling with the filthy noise of Wemmbu’s cunt being fucked open on nothing but a hand. Slick coated Jaden’s fingers completely now, running down to his wrist in thin shiny trails every time he pulled back.
Wemmbu’s moans cracked into higher cries. “ah ah F-fuck. Right there. Please.” His thighs trembled hard. Another orgasm built fast, coiling tight in his gut. He tried to say no again but the word turned into a long broken moan when Jaden’s thumb pressed down on his clit and rubbed in tight circles while the three fingers kept thrusting deep.
“you’re alright,” Jaden said, watching every reaction. “Ive got you, you can cum.”
Wemmbu’s head thrashed against the pillow, veil sticking to his open mouth. The pleasure kept climbing with no mercy. Every thrust pushed more slick out around the fingers, the wet sounds obscene and constant. He came a second time with a raw shout, cunt pulsing hard around the thick digits, more fluid gushing out to soak Jaden’s hand completely.
Jaden didn’t stop. He kept fingering him through it, slower now but still deep, letting Wemmbu feel every clench and flutter while the aftershocks rolled through him. Slick dripped steadily onto the sheets.
Wemmbu lay there panting, eyes glassy, body still twitching around the fingers that stayed buried inside him.
Jaden leaned in close again, mask brushing the edge of the veil. “You did so well, I'm gonna make sure you're so full you can't walk.”
Wemmbu’s eyes were glassy and wet when Jaden finally pulled his fingers free. The three digits came out shiny and dripping, thick strings of slick stretching between them and Wemmbu’s swollen entrance before they broke and fell onto the sheets. The cabin already smelled heavy with it, salt and sex and the sharp edge of something new. Jaden wiped nothing off. He shoved his own trousers down just far enough to free his cock, thick and dark and already leaking at the tip. He took himself in hand and rubbed the head slowly up and down Wemmbu’s messy folds, smearing the slick around, pressing just enough to make the puffy lips part around him without pushing in yet.
Wemmbu swallowed hard, staring. The size of it made his stomach flip.
“That’s not gonna fit.”
“Oh, it will,” Jaden answered, voice low and sure. He kept rubbing, dragging the leaking head through the wetness, coating himself. “I stretched you out so much. I’ll make it happen.”
He lined up properly and pushed.
The head forced its way past the tight ring of muscle. Wemmbu’s mouth fell open on a raw sound. “Ah—!” The stretch was burning and rough, thicker than three fingers had been. Jaden kept going, slow but relentless, inch after inch sinking in while Wemmbu’s cunt struggled to take it. A thin line of blood mixed with the slick almost at once, bright against the darker skin of Jaden’s cock. Wemmbu’s hands jerked uselessly against the ropes. His back arched. A broken cry tore out of him when Jaden bottomed out, hips flush against him, the full length buried deep.
“Fuck…Ahh—too big—nhn—”
“You’re doing well.” Jaden stayed still for a moment, letting him feel every pulse, every throb. Then he pulled back and thrust in again, harder. The wet sound of it filled the cabin. Blood and slick smeared across both of them with every stroke.
“Ah—ah—!” Wemmbu’s voice cracked on every thrust. “Wait slow—fuck—it’s too—”
He fucked him through the first orgasm without slowing down. Wemmbu came with a high, shocked moan, “Nnh—! Ah—god—!” His cunt clamped down so tight Jaden cursed under his breath. More fluid gushed out around the thick cock, mixing with the blood. Jaden kept thrusting, deep and steady, chasing his own release. When he came the first time he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, grinding, flooding Wemmbu’s insides with hot cum. Wemmbu felt every pulse, every thick spurt, his belly already starting to feel warm and full. Soft broken sounds kept spilling out of him. “Ahh… nnn… full…”
Jaden didn’t pull out. He just started moving again while he was still hard, using his own cum as extra slick. The second round was rougher. He hooked Wemmbu’s tied ankles higher, changing the angle so every thrust dragged over that sensitive spot inside. Wemmbu’s moans turned continuous, broken only by sharp gasps.
“Ah right there fuck A-ah ah—!”
He came again with a broken shout, “Nnhh!” squirting hard enough that the sheets under them grew dark and wet. Jaden followed soon after, grinding deep and adding another load, the excess already starting to leak out around his cock in thick white trails mixed with pink. Wemmbu kept making small whimpering noises every time Jaden shifted inside him.
By the third round Wemmbu was shaking. Jaden had flipped him onto his side as much as the ropes allowed, one leg forced higher, and pounded into him from behind until Wemmbu’s voice cracked.
“A-ah fuck deeper p-please ah!”
When Jaden came that time he reached around and rubbed Wemmbu’s clit in tight, mean circles, forcing another orgasm out of him at the same time. Cum and slick and a little more blood pushed out in messy pulses, soaking the already ruined sheets. Wemmbu’s cry went high and raw. “Nnh—! I'm gonna cum!”
Jaden rolled Wemmbu onto his back again, pushed both tied legs up and open, and slammed back in. The wet sounds were louder now, filthy, the mixture of cum and blood and Wemmbu’s own slick making every thrust obscene.
“Yes! Yes, right there. Fuck my pussy. Please. Breed me!” Wemmbu’s voice was wrecked, high and needy. He was so far gone the words tumbled out without shame. “Ah yes fuck me—!” His nails scratched uselessly in the air, wrists still bound, but the intent was there. He wanted more.
Jaden watched the mess between them with dark, hungry eyes. Blood still welled in thin lines around his cock every time he pulled back, mixing with the thick white cum that kept being forced out and then shoved back in. The sheets underneath were destroyed, dark with slick and cum and the small bright stains of blood. Wemmbu’s cunt looked ruined, swollen and stuffed.
“God. Look at you.” Jaden’s voice was rough. He fucked harder, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the cabin. “So fucking tight. And look at this mess. You squirted all over the bed like a whore.”
Wemmbu’s eyes were glassy, lips parted, veil stuck to his cheek with sweat and spit. “Ah yes” He moaned through the words. “yes please–I am a whore—H-harder!"
Jaden’s hips snapped forward harder at that. The new angle dragged a broken moan out of Wemmbu. “Fuck right there—!” Cum and blood pushed out around the thick shaft in small wet pulses with every thrust.
“You don’t even care about him anymore, do you?” Jaden asked, leaning down so the mask brushed Wemmbu’s face. “Your fiancé. The one who’s supposed to be having your wedding night right now. Instead you’re here with your legs spread, begging a pirate to breed you.”
Wemmbu’s only answer was another long moan. “ahnn yes pleaseee” His hips tried to lift into the next thrust. “more please–!”
Jaden kept talking, voice low and filthy, matching the rhythm of his hips. “How are you gonna face him after this? Walking back with my cum still leaking out of you. Your pussy all stretched and used. He’s gonna know the second he looks at you. He’s gonna know someone else got there first. Someone else filled your cunt before he could.”
“I want that––!” Wemmbu’s cunt clenched hard around him. “Yes fill me ah breed me nghh!”
“Feel how full you are?” Jaden reached down and pressed a hand low on Wemmbu’s stomach, right where the bulge of his cock showed with every deep thrust. “Bloated with it. Three loads and I’m still adding more. You’re gonna stay full for days. Every time you walk you’re gonna feel it shifting inside you. Every time you sit down you’re gonna remember who put it there.”
Wemmbu’s moans cracked higher. “Ahh ngh god so full” His thighs trembled against the ropes. Another orgasm was building fast, coiling tight and mean in his gut. “Don’t stop please ah fuck my pussy nnh!”
Jaden didn’t slow down. He fucked him through the rising edge, dirty talk pouring out between harsh breaths. “You’re gonna miss this cock. The second you’re back with him you’re gonna be thinking about how much deeper I reach. How much thicker. How I didn’t stop even when you cried. How I kept filling you until you were a dripping mess. You’re gonna touch yourself thinking about it. You’re gonna cum with my name in your mouth while he’s sleeping next to you. Imagine me while he's fucking you dream that it was my cock instead of his. ”
“I promise I will—pleaseee!”
“I'm sure you will.” Jaden’s thrusts turned deeper, grinding at the end of every stroke like he was trying to force the cum even further in. “I’m gonna breed this pussy properly. Keep you here until you’re so full of me it takes. Until your fiancé knows exactly what happened the second he sees you. Until every time he tries to touch you, all you can think about is how much better it felt when I was the one inside you.”
Wemmbu came hard, a raw shout tearing out of him. “nghh! Fuck I'm cumming Im gonna cum” His cunt pulsed and fluttered wildly around Jaden’s cock, more clear fluid squirting out in messy spurts that soaked both of them. The sheets were beyond ruined. Jaden fucked him straight through it, chasing his own fourth release, the wet sounds loud and constant. Wemmbu kept moaning the whole time, broken and high.
“N-no more too much–hah–!”
“shh just a little more.”
Wemmbu’s voice was almost gone, just broken little moans and gasps left. “Ahh… ngn… fuck… ah–” His body kept clenching, greedy and oversensitive, still trying to pull Jaden deeper even as the aftershocks rolled through him. Blood and cum and slick mixed freely now, pink-tinged, coating Jaden’s cock and dripping down onto the bed with every thrust.
Jaden leaned in closer, mask brushing the veil, hips still moving in deep, relentless strokes. “I'm gonna keep you here even after the debt is paid. If he manages to take you back, you’re going to remember who fucked you first. Who filled you until you couldn’t think. Who made you beg for it.”
Wemmbu’s eyes were wet and unfocused. His mouth opened on another moan when Jaden slammed in particularly hard. “Yes, fill me with your cum mark me so I can keep it please–!”
Jaden cut him off with another deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt and grinding there as he started to come again. Hot pulses flooded Wemmbu’s already stuffed cunt, the excess immediately forced out around the thick shaft in thick white drops mixed with pink. Jaden stayed deep, rolling his hips in small circles, pushing every drop as far inside as it would go while Wemmbu shook and moaned beneath him. “so big you're so big filling me up so good”
The cabin was thick with the smell of sex. The wet sounds of their bodies had gone soft and filthy, the slow grind of a cock still buried in a messy, overflowing pussy. Wemmbu’s tied hands flexed uselessly. His thighs trembled. Cum continued to leak out around Jaden’s cock in slow, heavy drips, joining the rest of the ruin on the sheets. Soft wrecked sounds kept spilling from his open mouth. “ ahh… fuck…”
Jaden didn’t pull out. He just stayed there, buried deep, one hand stroking slowly over the slight swell of Wemmbu’s lower belly where all that cum sat warm and heavy inside him he could see the outline of his cock.
“So perfect,” he murmured. “I'm gonna ruin him for you so all you can remember is me...”
Wemmbu could only moan in answer, glassy-eyed and wrecked, already clenching around the cock that was still hard inside him, ready for more. “fuck me more”
By the time they were done Wemmbu’s cunt was still leaking. Thick white cum slipped out of him in slow, heavy drips every time he shifted, trailing down over his hole and onto the ruined sheets. His thighs were a mess of drying slick, cum, and faint smears of blood. Marks covered his body. Red rope burns at his wrists and ankles. Bruises blooming on his hips where Jaden’s hands had held him open. Faint teeth marks on the inside of one thigh. His collarbone and the soft skin under his jaw carried the shape of Jaden’s mouth. The torn veil still clung to his damp hair, half stuck to his cheek.
Wemmbu lay there breathing hard, eyes half-lidded, a small, slightly unhinged giggle slipping out of him. It wasn’t loud. Just a soft, breathy sound that shook his chest. He looked wrecked and floaty, like his mind hadn’t fully come back yet.
Jaden sat up and fixed his clothes in silence. He wiped himself off with a cloth from the side table, pulled his trousers back into place, and retied the mask that had slipped during the worst of it. He glanced down at Wemmbu once, eyes lingering on the cum still seeping out of him, then stood.
“Don’t move,” he said, voice rough from earlier. “I’ll be back.”
He left the cabin.
Outside, the deck was cooler. A few of his men were lingering near the rail. The second Jaden stepped into the lantern light their eyes flicked over him, then away, but not fast enough. One of them raised an eyebrow. Another smirked like he had something to say. Jaden’s glare cut across the group sharp enough that the smirk died immediately. No one spoke. They straightened and found somewhere else to look.
Jaden took what he needed from the stores without another word. A bottle of dark wine. Bread. Some dried meat and fruit. Enough for two. He carried it back to the cabin himself.
When he returned Wemmbu was still on the bed, legs loosely open, cum continuing to leak from him in lazy trails. That soft giggle had faded into quiet, uneven breathing. His eyes tracked Jaden as he set the food and wine down on the small table.
Jaden poured two cups. He didn’t offer the food yet. He just sat on the edge of the bed, took a long drink, and looked at the mess he had made of the person who was supposed to be someone else’s. He didn't regret any of it.