Montagne smirked up at him before taking his tip into his mouth.

Eric smirked, running his finger over the tip. "Very nice..." he said, then smirked as he twirled the sheath around in his ass. "Ah I see. This is how the captain takes you isn't it?" He rammed the sheath in again. "Rough and hard. A demon behind an angel's face." The sheath was rammed in again. "Cock hard and hot." He grabbed Hawthorne's cock and pressed down on his slit. "One of his plugs keeping you from releasing until he's used your ass over and over."

Pendleton sat down, waves of pleasure rushing over his body.

Hawthorne panted, trying to stop himself from humping Eric's hand, blushing adorably.

Montagne smirked and lick him again, teasing his slit with his tongue as his free hand teased his hole.

Eric smirked and rammed the sheath in again and again, finding and hitting his sweet spot every time. "Amazing isn't it?" he purred. "Being taken by him." He stroked Hawthorne roughly, his finger teasing Hawthorne's tip as he licked his ear. "Being filled by him...feeling every inch of him-"
"That would be time, Mr. Santos," David said, smirking as he took the sheath from Eric's hand. As the pirate stepped back David pulled the sheath out. "Not bad whore." He reached down and stroked him. "Cum for me..." he whispered into his ear.

Pendleton blushed as his hole was fondled, having never taken it up there before.

Hawthorne sighed in relief, humping into his hand and eventually cumming up his arm.

Montagne smirked. "I forgot we never continued our adventures to this point, did we?" he purred, gently playing with his hole.

David smiled and wiped his arm off. "I'll let you all try again tomorrow when he's fresh," he said. He grabbed Hawthorne's leash and led him back into his room.

Pendleton shook his head. "Could be something to do..." He murred, stroking his wrist.

Hawthorne whimpered, following him on hands and knees.

Hawthorne smirked and led him to the bed. "If you want," he said, guiding him to lie down on the bed.

David pulled his leash so he would stand up, then pushed him so he was leaning over the bed.

Pendleton did so, heart beating a mile a minute.

Hawthorne bit his lip as his hole was exposed by the spreading of his cheeks.

Hawthorne purred, then kissed his leg as he started to gently press a finger inside of Pendleton.

David smirked and rubbed his hole. "He was rather brutal with you, wasn't he whore?" he said, carefully pressing a finger inside of him.

Pendleton made no complaint as Montagne did so apart from a slight wince of discomfort.

Hawthorne whimpered, nodding.