vlad_the_impaler | The Captain | locked to singinghuntress

The Captain | locked to singinghuntress

[OOC: An AU pirate fantasy story. Continuation of this thread!]

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Would he make a good protector or potential mate? That is yet to be seen unless he had proven himself otherwise. However, to make a meal out of him just to fill her stomach wouldn't be a good strategy at all. The cabin is dark with a few candles lit for light. In the air where he opened the windows, his cabin room smelled very earthy mixed with the ocean's seasalt.

There are faded paintings on the wall, paintings of an aristrocrative noblewoman wearing red though her porcelain face is faded that it's hard to make out her profile. Coins and jewels just laid out bare on his drawers with a array of guns (there's a musket in one corner if that caught her eye in one corner of his room...) and knives on display with his weapons laid in plain sight around the room. Otherwise, for a captain's cabin, it's a messy bachelor's room where he doesn't bother to clean up and tidy himself.

As it's hard to see his large fangs in the darkness, the curving claws on his long pale fingers and large hands big enough to wrap around her throat and snap her in half. There were row of pistols hung on his belts across his hip and chest. As for his frame, he tall and broad with tough sinew and heavy muscles on him beneath his tattered robes.

So far, she's smart enough not to make a preemptive strike...at least, not yet. She needs to take precaution. His posture on the chair is relaxed and casual. Unafraid despite the fact that her predator side as a mermaid is far too dangerous for an average human...and the man sitting before her is clearly not human. That relaxed posture means he has no fear of her even if she is brave or foolish enough to attack him.

He smiled, almost a smirk. "You're welcome, Ms. Rip. Is the food and wine to your liking? The wine is a bit heavy but sweet, just like yourself. Go ahead, have your fill, and if you feel sleepy, I actually have a spare room for you." Grinning, almost entertained, "I actually planned to move you from that cell to that guest room if you have proven yourself to be a true mermaid." In other words, she behaved well and she isn't feral enough to be locked back in the cell again, and it's not what he had expected of her initially. She entertained the captain enough by sharing the same table and dining with him.

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The wine played along her tongue, heavy and sweet like the blood of a fair maiden lost at sea. She savored it as her attentions turned more towards him. Where it was dark, she could see better than the average human, taking in the hint of fang and the claws.Even the glint of jewels and gems in the room hinted more towards him being a successful pirate and predator. The more she observed, the more he was sliding into the 'potential mate' category. At least, well enough for one night to see what comes of it.

It really wasn't uncommon for a mermaid to seek out some poor unsuspecting male to bed for the night and then either kill or just slip away from as they returned to the sea to be protected in it's loving embrace while their young gestated and grew right until birth. Considering male mermaids were a rarity, often times they had to seek out males of other species to keep their kind strong and numerous. And depending on the male and how strong the offspring were, the mermaid might return to them for more breeding, if the male was found willing.

And if for some chance, a mermaid did find a strong willing male she might just stick around longer than one might expect. They really were wild creatures driven by instinct and the instinct to breed was always a strong one in any species.

Rip took another glance around, her eyes lingering on the faded painting for a moment just wondering who it might be of before her eyes fell on the musket. The gun definitely caught her eye and she found herself curious about it, almost drawn to in as she studied the old weapon until she tore her eyes away from it to focus on her host.

"I appreciate the consideration. You will find that I am indeed a true mermaid of legend~. So the room is as good as mine." Her voice soft and alluring as she moved to taste the fish presented to her. The way she used a fork to eat was definitely... suggestive as she kept her attention on him.

"I might even sing for you... if that will prove my status as a mermaid further." The alluring quality of her voice seemed to tug at him, definitely looking to draw in the predator before her and entice him further. To what ends though...? He was definitely edging out of the 'food' category. And Rip had a thing for stronger males...

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She ought to be careful if she seeks a mate especially from the likes of him, she's playing with fire, and he is a fire coming from the darkest, deepest depths of death and hell itself. Everything about him screams both decadence and dangerous, sane and insane, yet perhaps it was those qualities that made him attractive.

With the dinner came and went, and only left with the wine for the final finish. He's only amused just to dine with a true mermaid. "I like a woman who has good taste and knows what she wants." He grins and began to laugh. For a mermaid, she's a good little minx. "All right then, since you demand such comfort, it was good as yours."

Leaning in the chair, Vlad used his mind-reading powers to gently probed her heart's desire. Other than wanting to please him and pleasure him in bed, he decided to add a little extra for a spice. "I see you're eyeing that musket. It's a special gun infused with magic. I customized it using my knowledge of dark magic. It works like a sniper." He explains, "If you know how to use it, it will make spirit bullets made out of your own energy and it's bullets never misses...and I see the musket have chosen you as well."

Grinning, "So, how about we make a deal, my dear? You sing for me and entertain me for one night." Or several. He was hoping. He can make the ship go slower to prolong her stay with him. "Once we arrive at your homeland, the gun will be yours as my gift." Call it a token of his love and fondness for a special blood-thirsty creature who deserves a weapon as a treasure.

"No need to prove yourself." And before Rip knows it, he was sitting on a chair, a grand throne he looted from another ship in his bedroom, and there's a bed, his bed close-by. Such an offer he would like to take her up on. "If you'll do that, then I would like to hear your song, the type where you stirred the fire in their loin and lured sailors to their dooms. A song when you sing when you are the most hungry."

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Whether Rip understood just what she was dealing with remained to be seen. The allure of him was the darkness and danger he gave off, drawing such a vicious and wild creature such as her.

Which meant she also amused and pleased when he complimented her on liking a woman who knew what she wanted and had good taste. Of course she did. Mermaids loved treasure just as much as pirates, though they were patient. Everything ended up at bottom of the ocean given time.

But, a treasure like that Musket... it must be one of a kind with how he described it. Her gaze went back to the musket. Had it chosen her? If that was the case, his offer really was too good to pass up. Especially once he mentioned the kind of song he wanted from her. The kind that drew sailors to their deaths.

Rip paused, her eyes gazing at him on that opulent throne of his and then flickered to the bed near by. It would be too easy to get exactly what she wanted all in one night just with one song.

"How can I resist a deal such as that?"

Rip set down what was left of her wine and stood up, her song starting as she moved towards him...

"Come forth
and hear us for guidance
Who needs stars
when you have Sirens?

Seduced by
phantom treasure
Riches, fame and pleasure
Under our spell you'll roam
forever
As your souls wander
We will grow stronger

Follow us
through the thunder
As we tear you asunder..."

As she sang, power laced her voice, drawing him to her as if she were the most beautiful creature in the seas. Beautiful, dangerous and desirable enough that men would die just for a smile let alone a kiss.

While the song continued, she was approaching the dark pirate on his throne with a sway of her hips, her eyes practically glowing with her own form of magic dancing around her and soon, she was at his chair, sliding into his lap straddling him as she leaned in and letting her hair curtain around them as she slid a hand up his chest, eager to see if she could entrap him in her song like she had so many others. It was powerful, vicious and yet...tended to blind men to the danger and call fourth pure desire within them.

He remained quiet for the entire song as she sang, listening to every note and tenor in the vibration of her voice. He hummed quietly, feeling heavy from the hynoptic power of her voice, her dance, and her song. Surprisingly, it works. No one can resist the power and seduction of a mermaid voice's, even a powerful man like himself. His posture on the chair is relaxed...to the point the words of her song is lost in his sea of dark desires.

So that she did, she enchanted him a great deal, subdued the powerful beast in him...and awaken another, which is thhe hard cock that rose up for the occasion through the bulge of his pants. For it has been long for him since he last have a good lay in bed, but like most men of the sea, they love them at night, and then leave them in the morning for the Goddess of the Ocean is always a sailor's true love.

She could have easily taken the treasure now if she wanted to...but she couldn't because he began to hold her in his arms and start kissing her. Tentatively at first, and then hungrily, but being mindful of his fangs.

"You saucy minx. What else you wanted? My heart as well?" He wouldn't think mermaids can love, monsters they are, they can't love. It will be fatal for them to fall in love. As he heard that story of the mermaid who fell in love with a prince, loss her voice, and loss him to another princess...then she turned to the sea with a despair and become sea foam. While he's not sure if that is the case for Rip.

With a soft groan, he picked up Rip and placed her on the bed, and he start undressing, removing his robes, his belts, and his guns to the floor. He shrugged off his boots and undo the breeches of his pants to free up his cock. He is big in girth and size, and masculine smell on him can awaken her heat.

"You see what you did? Your song got a rise out of me. Now show me, what does a cute mermaid like yourself ever wanted in a man?"

When he grabbed her arms, she didn't fight. This was the reaction she was expecting. The one she had brought forth with her song to entrance him and to arouse him to those lustful desires that all men shared. Like a pirate, mermaids laid with men at night and disappeared before the dawn, returning to the ocean that was their domain.

The question at the end of the night may just be whether he lets her go or not. "What I want is a fun night gracing such a strong and powerful man's bed." Whether she could love or not... Mermaids didn't love. They may be fond of one mate over another, but, love usually meant death to them. Whether it was from a jealous lover's ire or love driving them to their own deaths to be with a lover than died or rejected them....Giving a heart like her own would mean death.

But lust? That she freely encouraged and indulged in. Nights like this were what created other mermaids to roam the seas! She smirked as he picked her up and placed her on the bed. Rip was already settling it, laying there spread out before him to admire while she watched him undress. As he did so, she started another soft song, encouraging him to breed her as his scent hit her, reawakening those primal instincts all creatures had.

"Good. " She stretched languidly, parting her legs to invite him between them before leaning forward to grab his hand to pull him to her and down for another kiss, a passionate desire filled one. She really wasn't planning on leaving until morning so hopefully his stamina could keep up with hers.

And that's fine by him if she cared not for love. She's a monster who desires treasure to decorate themselves with and that of the flesh, and the finer things in life. Vain creatures. He's a sailor and who knows how many ladies he seduced along the coasts just for a one night or several flings. Some of the women he seduced, they are actually a few who won his favor and pity, and he generously paid them. They are good women too, who are down hard on their luck. Very few earn his love and respect.

But mermaids, ah, they are legendary. It's that part of Rip that caught his eye, and she's the first mermaid he captured. He fell into her kiss, giving her a strong, bold taste of the wine he just drank with a hint of cigar that he smoked earlier. His tongue is long and strong, dominating hers, kissing her roughly.

He's smirking into the kiss. "That's not what I'm asking, my dear." He said. Of course, he was being playful with his wording and question. So when she parted her legs to invite him in, showing what a slutty creature she is, Alucard knew he can control her.

"Already wet and wanting what you want. But if you truly want that gun, you have to listen to what I want from you." He then clutched her long black raven hair, giving a playful tug to guide her toward his cock, which is long, hard, and big and it's throbbing, aching before her. He has to teach this creature the rules of his game if she ever wanted any shiny treasure from him.

"Pleasure me with your mouth, my dear, and no biting~." Smirking wickedly. "Or else I might punish you." While it sounds mean, it was also a challenge, a temptation, considering she has sharp fangs.

Her breath hitched when he took control of her head with her long raven hair. Even with the taste of wine and smoke on her lips that action alone sent a shiver down her spine. Mermaids were ones used to being in control..and she was starting to suspect that wouldn't be the case here.

Especially when she found herself faced with that thick length of his. She knew exactly where that belonged and it wasn't in her mouth. Yet, if she wanted her treasures... and to gain her goal, she knew she'd have to at least appear to yield and play his game. And by the looks of him... that throbbing hard cock would definitely be worth the wait.

Rip pouted playfully up at him before leaning in to take him in her hands and nuzzle her cheek against the tip of his throbbing length before moving to take him in her mouth with a flick of her tongue. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down, sucking and running her tongue along the underside.

He would find that this particular mermaid was very talented when she desired to be and right now she desired to be in order to reach her goals.

Cute pout for a monster. When she opened her mouth and took him, he felt enliven as his cock quickly swell to full mast. She's teasing him with that wicked tongue of hers, flicking at he head, and at last, he felt the tight heat of her mouth as she wrapped her lips around him.

"Ahh yes..." He groaned as she bobbed on him up and down, and found himself thrusting his cock slowly with the rhythm as he gently buried his down on her throat. He clutched her raven hair, reigning her, control her as she pleasures him.

He had to admit she sucked him like a wanton whore, but it comes to no surprise as she probably seduced other lovers.

"Hm, you're pretty good. Not bad..." Alucard isn't used to showing affection. With a chuckle, "Gonna cum, my sweet pet."

With that warning, the more she continues, the more thick liquid slicked along the length, giving her a taste of his cum as she sucked him off.

She kept pleasuring him as he started to thrust, taking him down her throat with ease as her head kept bobbing on his length. He was right, she had seduced quite a few lovers before in similar ways and he was no different from the rest.

Well, maybe a little different with the treasures he offered her in exchange for a night of pleasure...

Regardless, the warning was all she needed as she took him down to the hilt as he erupted in her mouth. Her throat clenched around him as she swallowed, caressing his length as she drank him down to the last drop and only started to withdraw when she felt he had finished until the head of his cock finally popped past her lips and rested there for a moment as she gazed up at him with lust filled eyes.

She pleasured him... now it was his turn to deliver to his little pet.

No different from the rest? He's not just any man. Hopefully, he's going to change her mind once he has his way with her and teach her a lesson in that regard. Until then, this monster before him is an interesting challenge for him.

He continues to buck his hips, pushing his cock in her mouth, making her gasp and moan and spilled whatever seed he gives. "Hmm..." He is impressed that she can swallow as much drop as he can. "You got talent, I give you that."

With a change and maneuver in position, he had her lie on her back on the bed, and have her spread her legs. Interesting to see a mermaid has legs and not fins. "Interesting, you can shape-shift like this...?" Make sense if she wants to appear as a woman for the men she desired to share a night with.

Licking his lips, he guided his cock toward her entrance, which is slick and wet already, and slides right in passed her soft folds, pushing deeper inside that tight fit that resisted him when he impaled his cock of his yet pliant around his size. With a hard groan, "Damn, you're cold!" He muttered when he buried his cock inside of her up tot he hilt, but then again mermaids spent so long at the cold sea that the cold waters must have an effect on her body and at that, not a naturally warm body like humans.

"But we're going to fix that, you minx." At that, he pinned her down on the bed and begins bucking his hips, thrusting inside of her, and what he meant by fixing her, he's going to heat her up, making her warm with each thrust of his cock.

There was definitely no resistance as he maneuvered her onto her back and spread her legs. If he wanted her to have her tail, she could easily change that at some point. Shifting between forms wasn't hard and merely required her to get wet.. if he was interested in having a mermaid like that

"Just need to be wet to gain my tail..." She shuddered as his length caressed her slick folds before pressing in. Of course her body temperature was lower than a humans. She did spend most of her time in the deep sea. But, that didn't mean he couldn't warm her up...

She moaned as he pinned her down and started to buck into her. It wasn't hard to feel that his efforts definitely had an effect on warming her up with each thrust of his cock. All she needed was a little shared body heat~.

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He would be definitely be interested, but then again he's testing the waters in how kinky this mermaid can be....or how long she's going to last him.

"You mean whenever you hit the waters and go for a swim, your fins will appear?" He kept that in mind, in case he wanted to keep her. For now, he bucked his hips, pushing his cock in and out in that tight, hot core. "Hmm, you're quite tight. It's been long for you, hasn't?"

He increased his pace, thrusting harder and faster, enjoying the sight of her perky breasts bounced, to get her with the rhythm of the pleasure. The volume of his hot thick cum increases, spilling his cum inside of her, helps with the ease of passage, thrusting faster, and building up toward the climax, a bead of sweat trickled down as he's thinking how much work this mermaid is getting a rise out of him, as his cock slides in and out, melting inside of her as her inner walls tighten around him. He found her pliant, not resisting.

This particular mermaid could be very kinky with the right partner. The real question was, would he be such a partner for her? As for long she was going to last, that depended on how long he was going to keep her. Or how long she would let him keep her in the end.

"Y-yes!" She cried out as he bucked his hips more into her, pressing himself deep into her hot eager core. Whether she was saying yes to her fins appearing if she was going for a swim or to it being quite some time since she's entertained a male like this.. it was hard to say.

What could be seen was just how much she was enjoying the feel of his thick length plunging in and out of her, warming up with each spill of his thick release within her, making it easier to slip deep into the mermaid pinned below him. It really had been some time since she mated with anyone.. she nearly forgot just how good it felt to have some male plunging into her like this.. practically melting against her tight inner walls as her body begged for him to breed her.. to give her every last drop of his seed that he could!

There was no resistance, just eagerness for him to give her exactly what she desired so she could slip back into the sea once she had her fill.

For now, he doesn't quite planned that far ahead. Being a pirate, he just takes what he wants spontaneously.

With an impassioned growl, he drove his cock deeper, plunging his cock deeper, finding her inner walls clamping around him, resisting him, and clamping down on him greedily. "Huh, you like this, do you? What a minx." He goes harder and faster, his hard cock reaching her womb, the cum increase in volume until their juices mingled, and his captain's cabin is starting to really smell of primal, carnal sex.

With the way she moans, practically begging for it, he might as well keep thrusting her, since that womb is begging to be filled and be bred by him. Though he didn't think that far if mermaids can beget a child. But this pirate is boastful, his cabin is filled with so much of his treasures, that he is well-endowed, enough to buy an island of his own if he wanted.

Reaching toward his climax, "Heh, here I come...!" He could tell she wanted this, and to be honest, he wanted to fill her with his hot semen, that upon reaching his orgasm, he spilled his load, every last drop inside of her deep down into her womb. "Take this!" With a heavy growl, he's practically panting from feeling spent, so she's doing a good job getting this captain so worked up that there's a flush across his pale cheeks when he's done and close to his finish.

Every harsh thrust drew out more wanton, pleading cries from her as he kept plunging into her harder and faster. Every motion shook her body as her legs pressed against his hips, urging him as deep as possible.

She needed it.. wanted him to flood her womb with his hot seed! Rip couldn't think of anything else and with the scent of their hot primal sex filling the room, her instincts and senses were going haywire, her body desperate and needy for him in ways that were meant to entice her lover to do what she wanted. And what she wanted was him flooding her with every drop of his seed he had.

By the time he reached his climax, she was screaming in pleasure for him, her hips bucking to meet every wild thrust as she felt him bury himself deep inside of her over and over again, drawing her own needy body close to her release before he slammed himself deep into her. Her own climax hit her, stealing her breath as her hips bucked hard against him..

The feel of his hot seed flooding her womb and filling her, warming her.. breeding her. She was left speechless and breathless as she rode out her release while her body eagerly clenched and spasm around his throbbing length buried within her. Every last drop would be greedily captured by her body not wanting to spill any of the precious life creating drops.

Rip's face was flushed and her eyes were hazy with desire as she lay beneath him with his length still very much buried within her. It might just take her a few moments to come out of the pleasure filled haze he put her in just to try and think straight.

By the time he's closing into his finished, he spilled the last of his load inside of her and is spent with her. He is quite impressed by the time he's done with her, exhausting her, that he wondered if she has enough energy for one last round.

Her delightful screams of pleasure filled his ears and his cabin like music, and When she clamped down on him, a vice grip around his hard dick, she was that good that he gritted his teeth, spilling more of his load until he filled her womb and tight canal and that when he withdrew, she was practically dripping and wet, the hot seed of their mingle juices dripped down her thighs and stained the sheets.

He pressed a kiss to her ruby red lips. "That's pretty good...well done." He is pleased. "But we're not finished." And he is amused that by her hazy looks of need and want from him, that greedy look, that he knew that she wanted more...more from him.

"But we're not done yet, my sweet..." Oh no, the night is far from over. He undid more of his shirt, because it's getting hot in here, and it's not from the tropical heat of the Caribbean and her islands. "First, a drink...for the both of us."

He took a moment to pour a cup of rum for himself and for her. "Here, have this. Do you ever have rum before? It's sweet, and a bit strong, but once it's hit the bottom. It's hit spot." He grins a fanged grin. "Thought you might be thirsty."

With their bodies fueled by sex and pleasure, rum just makes it all the better. "A toast for you, my beauty..." And after this, he's going to be ready for round two. "And after this, I want you to turn over. It's more fun when I take you from the back." He said, with a wink. "Trust me on that."

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By the time he started to slip out of her, she regained a little more of her senses though her desire for more of him had yet to die down. If anything, she was eager for another round even if the first left her with what she desired from him. After all, it could never hurt to take more of his seed from him, could it?

She sat up, propping herself up by her elbows as she finally managed to catch her breath before he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. Already she could feel their mingled releases trailing down her thighs onto the bed beneath them and knew.. she simply couldn't stop herself from wanting more of him. Now with how good that just felt. He had managed to win her favor for this night and perhaps a few other nights if he were so inclined...

It's the offer of a drink that captures her attention through the desire fulled thoughts filling her mind. Rum..? She shook her head slightly. "No, I haven't...I suppose it shall be a nice little treat before we begin again."

She grinned as she took the cup from him once she managed to shift to her side, propping herself up still with an elbow and toasting him before downing the drink. For a moment, it tastes.. pleasant before it hits her stomach and makes her gasp from the heat that sears through her from the drink. That delightfully pleasant feeling that only alcohol can give a person. Considering her inexperience with such hard spirits..the flush from it only makes her all that more eager in her sex fueled state.

It wouldn't take much to get her to finish rolling over onto her stomach, legs spread already as their release dripped onto the sheets beneath them. He could put her into any position he wanted from here and she wouldn't protest.

"..More.. just.. fuck me more."

In a voice like that, soft, sweet, and sensual, melodious with so much temptation and yet inspiring to arouse the fiery passion. The rum just makes it all the sweeter, as the rum sweeten and fire up the senses, heating the fires within the depth of their loins.

"Aye..." That's all he said in response to that, as her legs spread wide, waiting for him, her sex is dripping and quivering for him. In that position, in that sex-fueled state, she's...she's kind of a cute and adorable for a monster. Part of him would...probably hate to just simply dumped her on some coast when they reached their destination when he's done with her, which is a practice common among sailors and their lovers. "Rum makes it all the better...~"

Rum puts the captain in a hot mood for the next round. With a hard groan, he pushed his cock right back in, eager to fill her again, to feel that tight heat wrapped around his hard cock. "Here we go, sweetheart..." He crooned, and he playfully tugged her long raven locks of hair to reign her in and make her body tighten up around him upon instinct, as he thrust his cock back in, up to the hilt as he plunged inside of her so deeply. "The rum will start the fires inside of you..." He said as he rubbed her hot core with the sheer size of his length. The passage is easier this time from the previous round, so she's hot and slick and fit him around just right.

"So tight and wet around me, but you feel perfect, and now you're warm too. Not a cold fish as I thought, yeah~?"

Rum definitely lit the fire within her hotter than she'd ever experienced before. The heat made her eager and even more wanton for him as she glanced over her shoulder at him, watching as he moved up behind her with an almost cute, desperate look for him.

Rip wouldn't care if he left her somewhere after their nights of passion together if she didn't disappear on him first.. A mermaid was a creature many men desired to have as a lover to keep or even for a brief night of pleasure, something this captain would be getting plenty of. She just couldn't help herself with the fire from the rum driving her sex-fueled desire for him. It would keep her going, round for round to get as much of his release poured inside her as she could manage. And then... She might be the one that disappears on him to have his offspring before he can realize her true intentions.

But, that was something she'd figure out later. Right now, her body was tense and eager for his cock as she felt him come behind her and then suddenly she was moaning with relief to feel him plunge back inside of her. Even as he tugged her hair back, making her body tighten and arch for him.. She knew that she probably wouldn't find another mate that could match him for size alone.

"Y-you warmed me right up with that thick cock of yours... I don't think I can get enough of it."

At this point, they're not thinking straight of what their true intentions in the future will be. Whether he might cruelly abandon her on a coast just for a fun prank just to see her priceless reaction or she grew bored of him and leave him for another lover or to just see if he's mad enough to give chase. Mermaid's hearts are a fickle monster as the sea herself, but perhaps those are the types of mistresses Alucard is so fond of chasing after his entire life. Hard to think to make reckless choices either way when there are rum and sex on the brain.

He kept driving his hips, that big cock of his plunging deeper and harder, bucking forward to push his cock deeper and deeper until he hits her cervix, where he can fill his hot seed into her womb properly, filling it up again. He only laughed, "Hmm, hungry for this are you?' He said in an affectionate, teasing way, he pushed his cock hard and deep in a playful hip to hip bump, riding her hard and fast.

There's a bit of a smile beneath his beard. "Don't worry...I think you're warm enough. At least for me, so not a cold fish after all." It's true, she is really hot, as there's so much heat between their physical connection as the juices begin to mingle and build up in volume, dripping with hot seed. He truly thinks she's cute enough with that flushed look and rows of sharp teeth that she might deserve a kiss from him, from working him up. In the end, he gave her a kiss, though having a thick beard, it might tickled her when his lips touch hers for that rum-sweeten flavor kiss.

Thinking straight and figuring out who might be abandoning who first will come much later. Rip's only thought was on the thick cock plunging in and out of her, sending waves upon waves of pleasure crashing through her body as she moaned with every thrust he gave her. Just the way his hips met her's every time, forcing him deep into her mixed with the fire burning within her was enough to keep her hungry for him!

"Y-yes! Very hungry.. give me everything you have.." She whimpered as he just kept riding her hard and fast. Every thrust pressed him right against her cervix, kissing the entrance of her womb where he could pour in more of his seed for her to capture. Even with their juices mingling and spilling on the bed beneath them, she knew she would be getting more than enough from him for her needs.

Whether she was cute or not.. that flush across her freckled cheeks was quite the indicator of how much she enjoyed the combination of rum and sex as he descended to kiss her. Rip eagerly kissed him back even as his beard tickled her fair skin. She savored the rum sweetened kiss while he kept pounding into her and drawing her closer and closer to her own release while they kept up their primal dance of pleasure.

She sure can take a lot of him, so he's becoming impressed and become more enthusiastic as he thrusts harder and faster. From the sheer size of him to the amount of semen he's spilling inside of her, her womb will be so full from the thickness and volume of him. "All of it...take all it. Wanna cum inside of you all the time..." He pressed himself down, going harder and faster in pace with no intention of stopping from start to finish. He wanted to hear her whimper and scream as his cock is being driven inside of her, busting through the tight cervix as she cried out for mercy from the punishment of his size. "You're so good at this...go on, squeeze tight around me, just like that..."

The roughness made the bed thump, her large breasts swayed each time he pounded against her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with their moans of primal sex filled the room. The flush of her cheeks and the hotness from the rum and the sex, and the sheer pleasure of her body being pounded from him, as he kissed her wetly, his tongue swirled inside of her mouth, exploring her wet cavern as he enjoys the taste of her screams of pleasure.

As she closing into her climax, it was the right time for him to reap pleasure from her, that he tilted her head aside. "Look this way sweetheart..." Of course, she'll be seeing a wall of his cabin, but with her being drunk and being fucked roughly and silly, the room might be a blur at this point. He licked his lips as she's close to the thrum of climax, and opens his jaw, drawing his fangs and sank his teeth on her throat to draw blood and drink her pleasure while he's fucking her. Mixed with rum and the sheer pleasure and pain and wanting to hear her scream, that's when blood is the best and most delicious for him, and hers is quite exceptional.

Every hard rocking thrust drew out moans and whimpers from her as she kept riding his thick hard length, her tight body begging for every drop of seed that he had as her body became determined to take it all.. to take all of him over and over again not matter what.

Even in her rum and sex fueled haze, Rip had to admit that he was quite impressive mate and one that could more than keep up with a mermaid like her. She loved how rough he was being with her. Just the way he kept viciously pounding her, his cock kissing her cervix over and over again as she moaned and whimpered for him. The rougher he got, the louder she got until she was screaming her pleasure right up until he drew her into the hot wet kiss. Her tongue battled with his, swirling and exploring him just as much as he was her before he finally withdrew.

She could feel herself racing closer and closer, her body quivering and tight around him as he told her to turn her head. Rip did it without a though, her mind to hazy from the combination of their primal mating and rum to even question why he was making her turn her head... Until she felt teeth on her neck. Rip screamed as fangs sank into draw her blood for him to drink moments before she hit her climax! The heady mixture of rum and pleasure and that little bit of magic that was all mermaid flavored her blood for him to taste.

The scent of sex and rum is thick in the air, and her whimpers is what really drove him to the edge. Her melodious screams and moans filled his ears, and in that moment when he sucked and drank her blood, her magical mermaid's blood is filling his own hunger. He pushed and shoved his cock in that tight hole that felt like a hot abyss to him, and as the closing to his climax, he spilled the last load of his hot seed gushing forth and filled her womb up until the brim. Her tight inner walls clamped around him, milking all of his seed for what it's worth, and make a dripping mess of each other when she couldn't contain the sheer volume of cum between them.

He licked over her bite wounds, as he bites so hard to leave a bruise, his mark on her that will stay a while as a memory and testament of what happened tonight. Though all of that desperate begging, he was pretty sure she's going to last him until the morning sun rose...

By the time the morning sun rose, he lost count how many times he came inside of her, and how many rounds it takes until he's completely empty. He was disheveled, his hair is a mess, and he was sweaty, which is a rare thing to ever happened to him for any woman to last him this long for hours. He was tired that he didn't care the sheets of his bed is wet and messy and smelled of pure sex.

And as for the mermaid, who laid like a lump and sleeping on his bed, he completely used her, leaving her in a mess of their juices and red marks from the bites on visible on her throat and parts of her body being marked and claimed by him in so many ways.

Who knows who will be the first to wake up? It takes a rare partner to even knock out the infamous captain, but in Alucard's case, he was completely knocked out, both sexually spent and stupid drunk, that he fell asleep right next to her on his bed, snoring lightly and not dreaming anything at all, except finding more treasure, rum, and hoping the cute mermaid he caught didn't leave him yet.

Hours of pure sex, alcohol and bites that became more and more pleasurable than painful as they went. This was much more than she could ever ask for and she absolutely loved it. To find a lover that could actually wear her out was hard to come across. Usually, she wore them out and then left. But this time?

The exhausted Mermaid was asleep right next to him, curled up against his side with her head on his chest as she dozed. Her body was exhausted and sore along with messy from the hard primal sex and yet, she was content.

It would be several more hours and just before sunset before she started to stir again. Her movements slow and groggy. Even now she knew she had more than enough of his seed stuffed in her womb that she was rather sure he succeeded in breeding her. Now the question was.. did she leave him and return to the sea to have their young or stick around a little longer.

She normally wouldn't tell the male about the offspring but, somehow she had a feeling he'd figure it out eventually.

Slowly Alucard woke up first before her. He must have slept for days, which is the norm for him after drinking barrels of rum prior before he discovered the stray mermaid. His mouth tasted like cotton and the grogginess came from the hangover. Was it night or day? Hard to tell when his vision was blurred until he spotted the cabin window it was sunny outside and the skies are a clear blue. It was late in the afternoon, and the cuckoo clock hung on his cabin wall said it was the time where the English would have a cup of tea.

"What happened...?" Oh...right. The stray mermaid from the other night. Was she still here or like the other lovers, took their leave of him? Well, a mermaid can leave anytime being they're in the middle of the sea. When he fully awakened, he found the mermaid sleeping on his chest, sharing the bed with him. Perhaps the rum did the trick and that was she sleeping like a log.

The question remains if he should award her with the musket or drop her off on a random island close by where there's a school of mermaids...or prank her and leave her on an island nowhere close to her home at all. The promised musket is one of a kind and part of him wondered if he's willing to part with it.

He changed his mind when he checked his store of rum for his 'I just woke up' routine drink and discovered his barrels are empty because he certainly doesn't drink tea out of habit, that's for the English rich folks to do, even though he has stolen a lot of tea from the merchants ships and didn't bother to drink any tea...

And more important anyone's desires is rum. Well, that simply means he has to change course where the ship is going and head towards one of the island cities to buy his stock of rum and refill his barrels.

Rum first above all else, mermaid later.

So, as soon she wakes up, he declares to her, "I'm out of rum and it's all your fault~. We drank it all last night. So we're going to stop by to one of the islands to stock up supplies before I can drop you off to your sisters." He said.

"And you're coming with me." He simply changed his mind and decided to keep her anyway. "I'm short of hands and need help around the ship."

Actually, he has no crew, but the mermaid will simply have to do for now for crew work. "Have you ever work on a ship before?"

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She felt him start to stir beneath him once he began to wake up. Honestly? She forgot about the musket during the many rounds they had that night. What felt like hours of sleep might have been days for all she knew. All she really knew was that it had been night when they started and drank through the night... or was it days?

Either way, when he started to shift, she woke up more and settled on the bed as he checked the rum barrels. Rip was still in that hazy place between awake and sleep though she had decided on leaving once she was more awake.

That is, until he mentioned he was out of rum and they were going to restock...and he suddenly decided she was coming with him. She sat up quickly, alarmed and glaring at him despite the mess she was. "You have no crew and I'm not going to stick around and work this ship when you're capable of doing it yourself."

She growled as she started to get up, ignoring how sore she was as she decided that she wasn't going to wait and just leave. All she needed to do was get to the water after all.

There goes his dream of making a mermaid a part of his crew, but then again, he had thought that most mermaid ladies just use their powers and wiles to get what they want without getting their hands to do rough manual labor meant for a man's job.

"Well, should have seen that coming. You never work a day in your long life, have you?" He frowned, but he isn't mad, perhaps more annoyed that his expectations fell short, annoyed that he's out of rum, and when she gave him that look, the good feelings of their lay together, nothing can be further than the truth. It feels good while it lasted, the truth remains, she was here for a good lay and nothing more.

Any goodwill he has for her has simply vanished in that moment. Mermaids has little to no sense of loyalty unless he has interesting of his she wanted, which is the musket. He had thought she would like to stay with him, just for a while, but if she wanted to leave, the only barrier between her and her freedom is the door. Being a captain, he doesn't believe in imprisoning a monster who is a free spirit.

"Well, if you wanted to go," Since he sensed that. "You may go. Swim west of this ship and keep going. You might make it back to your home island within two days. I didn't lock the door, you know?" There's never a need to lock his door. "If you don't hurry, I might change my mind."

As she got up, she was watching him though it wasn't hard to see she was a little unsteady on her feet from their night together. Even she had to admit, he was a very good lay and if it weren't for his current attitude, she might have thought to stay a little longer.

Mermaids were not meant for things like running a ship! "I could say the same about you." She sneered softly as she moved to head towards the door once he indicated that it wasn't locked. Surprisingly, she wasn't even looking at the musket. Where it would have been nice to have, she decided she had a much better prize nestled within her womb considering how much of his seed he had poured into her the night before.

But the nerve of him thinking he could just keep her like one of his treasures! Rip refused to let anyone keep her in any capacity unless she deemed it.

Once she got her feet under her more she headed for the door and out towards the deck. Whether he followed or not was completely up to him.. but, the moment she was at the deck rails, she was moving to get over them and to the water. If he let her, she'd be gone soon enough with her true prize. The question was whether he realized what she had been really after or not as she took off.

The moment she was in the water, Rip was gone from sight and swimming off.

The Captain wouldn't see the mermaid for several months.. when they crossed paths again and she seemed to be noticeably pregnant and looking exhausted.

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Indeed the nerve of him! To think he can keep a mermaid and make her work the way he wants her too! She wasn't a treasure or a pet or a worker, but a proud mermaid, a free-spirited monster that can't be tamed or owned by any man.

But then again, whenever he docked his ship by the shore to restock supplies, Alucard has more luck getting laid with human women, easy women who are mostly barmaids or whores who wants to get paid for cold hard gold as he has casual nights with them or to have one night stands in the spare rooms of the bar or in the back alley to hire them and help him ease his frustrations or for a night of fun and pleasure.

Alucard observes her frame when she glaring at him and sneering at him angrily for a few moments and thought it was comical that she couldn't stand up properly or even walk. In a way, he was smug, arrogant even, and a part of him was quite prideful that they did so roughly that night a few days ago, and in his mind, she wanted it.

Then as she stormed out, he was about to open his mouth about the musket but didn't get to start his say because she was out the door, ran out to the deck, and left him. Just like that. Of course, he doesn't understand a mermaid's point of view, and he knows little of them, and how fertile they are. For now, he just sees this as a casual one-night stand nothing more.

He didn't give chase. Not after a few moments anyway until when she left him and was gone. He went outside and once on deck, he checked over the rails on the upper deck, but by then she disappeared in the waves, in the dark sea where she truly belongs...and he couldn't find her, not even using his telescope to search and scan the sea for her figure.

There was no expression on his face, other than he completely accepted she is gone. She had swum over the far horizon where he can't spot her. By evening, he did have some regrets (some? Many? She was one of the few who could truly withstand his stamina and see pass his charm) and that perhaps it was truly his fault, but then again finding his reason and rationale, she is just mermaid and she wasn't his to keep. For a while, he did dwell on a rumless night and meditated on several different reasons why he lost her (number one reason, he's an arrogant moron who doesn't know how to handle a mermaid's temperament).

But still, since he didn't expect to see her again, he'll wait until he hits a town on the coast to get his rum, and just settled on whoever is free at the bar that night to vent his frustration on. It's just a ridiculous mermaid after all, and it was all just for one night...

That is...until a few months later when they crossed paths again.

He wasn't hard to find if she searched for him. If she remembers their dinner that night, he boasted of destroying so many ships, mostly merchant ships that aren't built for battle and carry fewer weapons to defend themselves. Mostly goods that were transport between the islands on the itinerary. He left behind a trail and wreckage of broken ships floating in the sea over long distances around the islands, sails torn from cannon balls, with a stream of fire and black smoke as the ship sank. He was telling the truth of his reckless (perhaps at times drunken) destructive tendencies and leaving a trail of corpses, of the sailors he killed, that surround those ships, coloring the sea with blood and broken planks of wood and were once parts of the ship on the sea.

By the time she found him, he docked his ship on an uncharted island where he's taking a break from all of that looting and plundering, and enjoying the spoils of criminal robbery and his victory over the battles he fought that very week. Sure, there's probably a warrant on his head from the naval army, but for now, he eludes them evasively and never got caught.

There's a large bonfire light over a tower of logs on the sandy coasts of a beach and smokes his meats, and drinking his barrels of rum away...and he brazenly partying all by himself...well, he wasn't alone. The only friend he has is a large black hound, a mixed mutt, who is waiting for the meat that he's roasting over the bonfire.

Other that than, he's still the same arrogant man she met on that unfortunate night and the man who definitely impregnate her. After all, he still dressed the same in his pointy captain hat and a red coat. By the time, she made it to the beach, exhausted, and they met eye to eye.

"Huh. It's you." He took a swing of his rum from the glass bottle. "Never thought I would see you again." Grinning like a Cheshire cat, he approaches her. "How are you, my dear?" He noticed her swollen stomach. "You look...rather lovely this evening. What brings you here to me?"

When the attacks came on her home, Rip was one of the few that managed to get out alive and just barely. She had managed by diving deep and keeping low to the sea floor and speeding away as much as she could in her current state. With her home destroyed and her sisters and brothers captured or dead, Rip found herself on her own, pregnant and in need of somewhere safe for the coming months.

It was the dinner that night that gave her the clues on where to find him so when she picked up on the trail of wreckage, bodies and sharks, she followed it. She kept low and moved quick, darting along the path of destruction he left.

Being as pregnant as she was, she worried about trusting anyone along her path and with blood in the water and bodies in the water, she had to be extra careful of sharks looking for an easy meal. The last thing she needed to be on the run from them to.

Along her journey, she contemplated on whether or not that arrogant rum addled pirate would even help her! He seemed to be lost to his own vices, not that she can really talk.. and yet, she was carrying his offspring. That had to mean something, right? As a mother to be, she was determined to protect the child she carried within her womb and with slavers searching for more mermaids, sharks nipping at her fins and who knows what else that would love to capture a pregnant mermaid, she felt her best chances might possibly be with him. If.. their parting hadn't burned that bridge. She was still annoyed by his assumptions that day and had to remind herself that if it wasn't for the child, she'd strike out on her own quickly enough.

So when she spotted his ship and the large bonfire on the shore, Rip swam to shore and stepped on to the beach, wary of him and the huge hound he kept as she stood tall, a hand over her middle despite how exhausted she really was. "Apparently fate was intent on throwing us together again." Rip was a little wary of that grin but, refused to budge. "..I'm looking for protection. My family is no more and slavers hunt what's rest. I thought you might be interested in protecting your own offspring from them."

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Let it be known that the seas and islands of the Carribean are never a safe place for mermaids ever.

At the delivery of her news, and what a delivery! That such a news crashed his little victory party and his celebratory mood came to a screeching halt. He slowly lowered his rum bottle and coughed. "Wait. What?!" But he heard her right. "You're pregnant!" The hound whine in the background, tilting his head, wondering when the roast meat over the bonfire will be finished, but he's waiting on his master.

Coughing again. "Huh. You're pregnant. You came all of this way...." He rummaged through his mane of his black hair with thin fingers and sighed. Suddenly, he feels so old. This never happened to him before. Ever. Making a mermaid or any lady he slept with pregnant. Absolutely brilliant. "Well, hell's teeth."

Stroking his beard, trying to look dignified. He isn't drunk, but rather tipsy. "Listen here, Ms. Rip. I applaud your bravery for coming here, all this way just to see me. You came from such a long, long way. But! I hate to break it to you and disappoint you. The truth is, I'll make a lousy Papa. I'm a lout. A scoundrel. A drunkard. There are several warrants on my head from the British navy and I was wanted all over the islands. I have two mistresses, that's the sea and rum. The ship is a third, but I named him Walter, so the ship doesn't count."

With a huff, she wants to negotiate protection. For her and the child. This is almost close to the pirate code of parley. "That said, I am interested in the child. But I can't guarantee you personally." While the fate of her kind is a sad circumstance...out at the sea, it's every man and sailor for themselves. A cruel world. And mermaids can't be trusted and she's suspicious. "What I want from you is your mermaid's tears." The legendary mermaid's tears. He haven't had one in his collection of rare relics yet. "If you can produce one for me by the time the child is born, then I'm yours for life. But if ye can't, you're on your own and I'll keep the child."

Now he's feeling inwardly smug. That he probably doesn't mean anything by it when the pregnancy term is over as by his nature, he tends to be easy on the ladies...not that she knows that or sense that from him. But if she even want to renegotiate later on, that's on the table. But at the very least, with his terms should give him more power and control by giving her an impossible agreement. Not he thinks she'll agree.

"So, aye. We're savvy? If you agree, you can stay. And if you agree, you're my partner and crew when I go sailing." He patiently stood, waiting to see if there anything else she wanted out of this deal.

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She was very well aware how unsafe the waters were for her kind. Ever since people from across the oceans arrived, it kept on getting more and more dangerous as the seasons passed and her kind were becoming less and less.

To find a full pod of mermaids was a rarity with how they were captured or slaughtered by humans. Which is what lead her to following his path of destruction. "I am well aware of how much of a scoundrel and drunkard you are. I remember just how drunk we got that night off of that rum you cherish so much and the resulting hangover a few hours after I left your ship." It hadn't been pleasant but, considering she got her prize and was currently carrying the result of that night within her...

"I don't care what kind of a father you might be but your reputation and sticking close to you might just be one of my only chances at making sure my child lives to join this world." She growled faintly and personally didn't care if the sea and rum were his mistresses. What irked her was the fact that he seemed to be hell bent on invoking her wrath once he mentioned he couldn't guarantee her safety and only that of her childs.

"You will protect us both. Without me, the child doesn't live because I highly doubt you know how to raise one! Especially a merfolk child." As for his price though? He may feel her own magic start to swell up. Did he forget just what she had at her disposal within her own voice? "Pick another price. You're asking for something I cannot give. A mermaid can only produce tears when she's in love and and she feels sorrow for the first time." Two things Rip must definitely did not feel.

"So no, we're not savvy when you ask for an impossible price. Especially when it leads to me loosing my child. I'm the one that has to carry our offspring for nine months and give birth. All you did was provide the seed for it so the least you can do is protect us and be happy you get to know you have a child at all."

For all it's worth with Rip arguing with him, she's arguing with a man on different levels of hopeless recklessness and irresponsibility. It didn't dawn upon him how important it is that she's carrying her child means to her. After all, Vlad childhood...he grew up with no father to guide him or teach him and wasn't a favored son, to begin with, among his brothers. So the idea of parenthood and protection makes no sense to him at all, and children are worth as much as an orphan street urchin that wandered the streets in the towns of the islands.

That one night, anyone would say she made a mistake and was a fool to lay with him. Yet it was a desperate gamble, to mate with a man, and whatever comes of it, she can save herself from extinction and save her kind and tribe for the bloodline to continue, even if means the child will come out a hybrid, a mixed race...and a terrifying possibility the child will grow up being hunted as well. But the fact that it was a successful pregnancy, there is a chance it can happen again, though with his dismissal and attitude...probably highly unlikely as tempers are running high.

That night, it was built on lust and false illusions of love. Though she did catch a rare glimpse of him being a gentleman, that there might be a man within him that she's desperately reaching for, a sliver of it, that might be decent.

He pretended he isn't listening and won't admit her singing have talent. "Staying with me, you're asking for a heartbreak. You're hoping too much." With a shrug, "Suit yourself."

So the good news? He doesn't deny he is the father of the child. Most men would deny it. The bad news? Does he care for a furious mermaid that spits back at him? Not a lickety spit. At least, not right now. With a wave of his hand and turning his back on her, to go toward back to his bonfire where he's making his meal and having his drink with his hound.

"There's plenty of firewood around the island if you want to make a fire. There's a school of fish on the east part of the beach and there's are no sharks if you want to eat. I won't set sail for the next three days." Or longer, whenever he's in the mood to depart. If she wants to argue with him and nagged him any further, he's going to stonewall her, and drinks his rum and drink the night away.

It was most fortunate that the island is small and completely uninhabited. Her first night to return to him, even though their reunion is...far from happy. She is safe and the island is peaceful that she can finally sleep and rest from a long journey through the sea, searching for him, and while she hasn't found what she was looking for, he didn't leave the island for the next few days yet. As the man does for those days on the island is eating, drinking, and sleeping and go walking his hound around the island.

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Would he ever understand just how important this child was to her now that the others were gone? She doubted it. To Rip this child was hope that her bloodline has a future, even with it being a halfbreed. All that meant to her was a better chance at survival for her offspring. Even with it being one of a kind because of him... it was still hope and Rip was quite the feirce and protective mother So when he didn’t press the price further and told her where to find wood and fish, she nodded and backed off a bit.

“Thank you. I will be ready for whenever you want to set sail.” She would make sure of it as she turned to leave him to his rum and find food for herself and eventually start her own smaller fire to keep warm. Even now she was still nude with no access to clothing or blankets.

When it came time to leave, Rip made sure she was on that ship.

The next few days, it was a test of stubborness. On the surface, he was a terse man, with course manners and perhaps quite rude even, and their tempers seem like it's ready to flare out into an argument. Hardly a gentlemen that she met on the first night as the reality of his beastly character finally shine.

There were tensions at first, but over time, his stubborness soften, especially when he noticed she was shivering at night. As the man hardly sleeps at night and he would stay up late, using his telescope and compass to record the position of the stars on his maps.

There were little to no words spoken, but during his quiet time at night, when he's drinking with his dinner and drawing out the charts of his maps, he did went to his ship to give her what she needed, which is a course wooly blanket and some clothing, though the clothing he provided it's a simple tunic and pants meant for a male size, so Rip may find them quite loose, but they are clean to wear.

"Take it or leave it." Was all he said. But eventually, days become a week, and one night, he did provided a meal served on a plate, it was cooked ham and roasted potatoes which he roasted by the bonfire served with diluted wine and said the very same thing. "Take it or leave it." Just two options in a single day.

During those days, it seems uncertain because the man said little as to whether he keeps his promise until one morning, when he packed up and is ready to leave, with his hound following at his heel, and he's heading his way to his ship, he waited for her on the beach on the shore.

"Well, are you coming? Maybe not as a crew or even as a first mate...but if you stayed on this island, other ships will be coming by, and you seem to be the sort that would rather die under the sun than waiting on the island getting captured. So come with me if you want to live...the sea is a harsh mistress and takes no prisoners, but..."

Whether she decided to stay on the island or go with him, he gave her a musket, the enchanted one. Her first weapon beside claws and teeth. The one he promised to give, but she left him. "It's every man or woman for themselves."

He wasn't the only stubborn beast on this island. She spent her time avoiding him as he went about his business though, she did keep an eye on what he was doing. She didn't want to wake up to suddenly find him gone in the middle of the night.

She caught her own food for the first few days, though the nights left her chilled as she curled up as close as she dared to the fire, burying herself partially in the sand to try and get some warmth. But, being the creature that she was, she wasn't about to ask him for a blanket or clothing. So it came to a surprise to her when he provided them one night.. and then food not long after. Both of which she took without complaint.

Where the clothing were loose on her, it gave her plenty to grow into over the coming months as she would fill out from her pregnancy. But, for right now, they worked and the blanket kept her warm at night.

Eventually she noticed he was creating star charts while they were there. She almost wanted to ask him why.. but, she was still wary of him. Rip had her child to think of and part of her wondered if this really was the best choice to make. Then again, a mermaid on her own like this might not even stand a chance and with his vicious reputation, at least slavers would steer clear even if he had a bounty from the navy on his head.

The days that followed seemed uncertain to her on whether he would take her with or leave her. With very few words spoken between them, there was no telling just what he was thinking.

Then the day came he was loading up his ship while she watched from her small camp. Her hair was braided to keep it out of the way for now as she slowly approached when he called out to her. The musket was a surprising gift that took her a little off guard as she held it close.

Every man and woman for themselves... and yet, Rip knew there was a larger safety in numbers. "I'm coming with. I don't care what position you have me on your ship just as long as our child is protected." She quietly boarded, not sure of where he wanted her to stay while on board. "I am well aware how harsh the sea is.. I am one of her children." Which was true and something he'd eventually realize if he didn't already. He could talk about the sea all he wanted, but, did he really live in it like she did?

Regardless, Rip wasn't staying on the island waiting for her doom. She was going with him and taking her chances.

With a nod, he heard her and that's all he going to say. Once she boarded with him, and he packed up, off they go sailing over the seas that surrounded the islands.

The next few weeks, she learns sailing with him was a quiet life on most days, and he learns it's not wise to argue or make demands with a child of the sea. He make sure she is well-fed with meals and well-dressed. He spoke little, though there are times he might seem he wanted to flirt as her fire does spark his flames, yet...

Yet, he didn't. He often ask her to do little duties like cleaning the upper and lower decks to sweep and mop or cleaning the canons, and he inspects them. Though on days she refused to do his cleaning jobs, he nods and does it himself.

As to where she stay as they're the only two souls on the ship, and when she asked, all he said, "If it's not occupied, you may sleep wherever you wish." Except for his own private cabin, where he said, he would rather sleep alone.

The only interesting room of the ship is the galley, the kitchen part of the ship, where he stored food, and that's where she has free reign and space to herself without being bothered by him other than make an order of whatever meal he's in the mood for, and he asked her to cook at least once a day, but if she refused, he won't ask again as he's the sort of man that hates to repeat himself.

But over time, his demeanor changed toward, and he becomes more amicable, and he finally understands her mermaid pride, and why she wanted to stay with him due to circumstances, and he did keep his end of her one request: Protect the child.

It's only on days where he must do a robbery as a part of his livelihood and keep stock of his finances, and there's where he keeps her in his cabin for safety. "Stay in there. To protect the child. If you must escape, escape through the window." Though nowadays, just to play it safe, he picks small merchant ships as they're easier to rob and kill, and if he must leave a trace, it would be days for the royal navy to pick up the trail.

It was usually tense and it's a violent job, but for him to be successful, he has to stay focus and he can never ask her to partake his battles. Only that he has given her the musket for self-defense in case she has been found, and while it's not guaranteed, at least being armed with a gun is better to buy time for escape.

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It was until one night, a dark night where the moon hung up high.

It's a week after a string of successful robberies, that his sins and his wretched reputation that is catching up with him. Vlad never believed in fate or God, but when his ship came close and brushed with a group of heavily armed royal navy ships when he sees them through his telescope and he knew he was outnumbered. He has no crew and he can't defend himself, and he doesn't have enough ammo of cannon balls to sink their ships.

At that moment, he has a decision to make. He can take what treasures he can and abandoned ship, but the life boats can't carry much. While it may seem like cowardice, but more than that, if he rush into battle, he and his heavily pregnant mermaid mate will be captured and that fate is more humiliating. It's not like him to make such a decision as he would rather rush into battle and die for death and glory...or get arrested only to be hanged for his crimes.

He hates to abandon his beloved ship and have the Royal Navy confiscated it. So he took a chest full of gold and jewels for money he's going to need for the next few weeks into the lifeboat...and the mermaid too. When the Royal Navy finally searched his ship, they didn't find the scoundrel they were looking for weeks to arrest. Just an empty cabin, desk empty of important documents,...and empty barrels of rum.

Because already miles away, he was rowing with a heavily pregnant mermaid in tow in the life boat. While he was depressed that he lost his ship, all the treasures left, and the barrels of rum to be confiscated too...he lost everything that night.

Well...not everything is lost. It's not for nothing. At least, he's rowing away with something better and more precious. While it is With a heavy heart all of that work for nothing. But...

"The child." He said quietly, as he's rowing the boat. "You're due soon next month? I know of a village on one of the islands where you can give birth without fear." The location is on his mind and he knows where to go.

Over the next few weeks, Rip learns a bit about sailing until she felt like she's done enough and refused to. The first time she refused, she expected him to argue with her and was prepared for a fight. When he didn't, she let the silence between them reign and found other things to occupy her time.

He would find having her on board was rather useful when it came to the sea. There were moments when she knew it would storm even with clear skies and she'd warn him, or when there were rogue waves or sudden whirlpools that would spring up. Rip was intuned with the waters she was born from and it showed much to his benefit.However, there were times where even she was wary of the sea and what sailed upon it. Those were times he would have to pay special attention to her warnings.

As for where she was to sleep.. Rip settled in the galley. She found it large enough and cozy enough that she didn't have any problem dragging blankets and a hammock in to settle in one corner after clearing herself space. She used the kitchens to cook the meals she wanted to eat with what food he brought her. There was no denying she was well fed and as the weeks and months went on, her pregnancy became more and more pronounced.

Along with her temper when she got fed up cooking for him and screamed at him she wouldn't do it anymore. When he stopped asking, she calmed down.. and almost felt sorry for screaming at him. He had been nothing but cordial to her as time went on and she was starting to see a change in him. There were times she almost thought he'd compliment her or flirt before he paused and turned away.

Rip didn't know what to make of this but, she took it in stride as she started to slowly warm up to the captain herself. Not that she displayed it much as of yet. She really wasn't sure how. Or even what to call this growing affection for him.

As for his robbing..The nights he attacked the ships, she stayed locked away in his cabin, musket close at hand as the ship rocked violently. Her only thought was protecting her child as she rode out the attacks he engaged in and made no comments come the morning when the attacks would stop. Once she was let out again, Rip would be subtly looking him over for injury before heading back to the Galley.

As the months went on, she was finding it harder to move and at a certain point, she was unable to take her other form, something she hid from him until one day she was splashed on deck by a rogue wave and remained in her human form. She just quietly indicated that she would remain like this until she gave birth.

Then.. That fateful night happened. Rip knew something was wrong, she could feel it in the air and every instinct she had said to flee and to protect her child. Only, how could she? She was stuck like this and dependent on him for her survival. The naval ships came into view as she stood on deck, her heart pounding in her chest. She was almost sure he would choose his treasure and the boat over her child's life.

And yet.. He surprised her. Rip was quiet, a blanket wrapped around her as they rowed away in the lifeboat, escaping from the clutches of the Royal Navy. She was due in a month, but.. now where would she give birth? When he spoke up, she paused to quietly look up at him.

"Yes, I am....Are you sure it will be safe there?"

Vlad rowed faster, giving all of his strength to keep rowing away relying on pure muscle, heavily grunting and sweating from the Carribean heat. His ship becomes a dark dot on the horizon as he sailed away and he was sadden by the loss of his ship, but...they're safe for now.

Huffing and puffing, keeping his mate and their child protected felt more like a burden to him during his raids yet during the journey for the last few months, he changed his mind...and grew accustomed to her presence. Most sailors such of his ilk would have abandoned a woman and left them behind for an adventurous sea life and sailed away and forgotten them. Yet, he kept her and had her sailing along with him. He grew to respect her mermaid nature, knowing she would rather die than be captured as a slave and be humiliated as a freak by humans and such a fate, he wouldn't want it happening to her either...and maybe...he learns and realized, that he wanted the child too.

"Aye, I'm pretty sure." He said, as he's rowing the oars, beating against the tide of the ocean. "Grew up on the island when I was a boy. Adopted by an auntie who raised me. She was a witch, a medicine woman. She might know a thing or two about midwifery. Seen her delivery babies before. Just three more days of rowing there if I follow the position of stars."

He rowed all night until by morning he was exhausted and he was pretty sure they are safe to give his arms a rest. When he needs to stop rowing, he would sleep and nap, and drink whatever is left of his rum from the silver flask. "...aye all the rum is gone." He sighed unhappily one evening when he woke up from his nap and starting rowing again to reach toward to their destination.

Which is an island with tropical jungles and trees so thick, a rainforest, as Rip discovered. New territory for the mermaid. When the boat hit the sandy shores, "We're safe at last." And Vlad collected a stack of sticks to make a campfire and collapsed on the sandy beach. "Tomorrow, we'll find the village and that will be our home for a while."

She was surprised to hear he grew up raised by a medicine woman. Even her people had ones in the pod like that. Mermaids who specialized in taking care of everyone when they were sick or even delivering the babies. One of her sisters would have...

Rip shoves the thought out of her mind as he keeps rowing and honestly? It surprises her that he's showing that much dedication to getting them to safety and perhaps.. She was reluctant to believe he might actually care for her and their child. But, he was protecting them.. She just wasn't sure if it was out of a sense of duty or because he wanted to just yet.

As he kept them on course, Rip took the time to nap, wrapped in the blanket. With very little food, she was just trying to conserve her strength over the next few days. Though...When they were both awake, she was.. curious.

"You could have left me on a life boat and taken your ship to battle, you know. " She had heard stories of pirates that would rather die that give up their treasures or their ships. "Why didn't you?"

She had noticed over the months he had come to at least respect her nature in his own way and now that there wasn't the ship and raids between them, She wanted to know.. at least a little about what the captain was thinking.

As for landfall, once they made it Rip was grateful to be on solid land. As much as she loved the sea, this meant food and a warm fire. Then in the morning, hopefully safety for all three of them. Though, she did take her time to look around and.. might just find herself a little fascinated with the lush jungles beyond the sandy beaches. "Will it be a long walk?"

Rip question sure asked him a lot of his prideful nature that his beard hide a flush across his cheek and the flush didn't come from his rum drinking.

With a huff, he thought about it and considered it. "Because there are plenty of treasures and ships out in the sea, but there's only one of you and one child. If you get captured, then I have to fight a thousand men to get you back. Better to pick the treasure of the highest value, even if it's one or two, then a thousand of coals that can easily be regained. Do you get me? And that child, my child shall be born into this world knowing it has the blood of a pirate and mermaid. Besides I'll be rolling in my grave if our child grows up being a pet or worst food for the worst of society. Out here, we are free, and our freedom for us and our child...is the best treasure. And well....even though that ship was my life, our future child is worth more than the years I spent on the ship." He sighed heavily. "And anyway, I made my choice and wanted to see what my child look like...it's my first child."

"The village is hidden deep within the jungles. I haven't seen my auntie in years since the last time I visited her. Not my real auntie though. This island...I discovered it myself when I went sailing as young as ten years old." He said with a yawn and begin stretching out on the sand before the campfire.

"So you managed to save the blanket. Do you mind sharing?" He's inviting her to cuddle with him, close by the fire. After all, it's been months since they had been this close, and after all the trouble and hardship of him protecting his own...family, if he can call it definitely that...maybe he would like a cuddle with her to rekindle the bond since they first met despite he isn't an easy man to get along with. And it's a first step as he didn't touch her since that night she left him in such haste. "After all, I wasn't...I wasn't kind to you since we first met and since our last fight." Which include the screaming match in the kitchen.

"Let us start over and tomorrow hereafter...for our child?" Hopefully, that's a savvy truce.

For a moment, she doubted he would even answer her as she sat there with the blanket near the fire. However, when he did.. Rip was shocked. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she realized this vicious pirate captain has fallen in love with her over the last several months. That he was a far cry from the male that tried using her child as a bargaining chip like he had the first night she returned.

She remained silent, watching him.. All the fighting, all the arguments and all the moments he quietly provided her with food, safety and even came to respect her very nature.

This was a far cry from the male on that beach or even the one she seduced that night. Though, there might have been hints...Until he pissed her off and she left. Rip didn't regret leaving him. To her it had been simply mating and getting what she needed to keep her bloodline going. Though at the time... she didn't realize just how precious this child would become. How unique it would be once it joined the world.

More than anything, she just wanted her child protected, to prevent the things that he mentioned. Rip wasn't some creature that would allow herself to be some pet and that doubly went for her child. Human were far crueler than any other creature on the planet.

And yet...Rip was touched. She didn't know what this warm feeling blossoming in her chest was, but, she liked it. "I see. " She was smiling slightly as she got up to settle near him with the blanket to share. If he was going to be committed to protecting her and their child as her mate, then.. she may as well bend a little despite her fierce nature.

Rip settled next to him on the sands, curling up close to him with the blanket over them by the fire. It had been months since she allowed him this close to her, Eight to be exact with one more month before she brought their child into the world.

"No, you weren't kind at all. A complete scoundrel on our first meeting and still so with out last fight. But, for our child, I think.. we can start over and see what happens."

He can only huff at that and lowered his pointed cap over his eyes to sleep. Fallen in love? Well, as a tough convict that he is, this is as close to love it can get. Like most men, he can argue that the child is not mine or he is not the father, but right now, he can't argue with a magical mermaid and she insists she's the father of their child, and so he's too tired to argue. Don't argue with mermaids, especially one he taken as a mate, he learns. Because in the end, they are right.

Also, not that he would admit it, but it gets lonely at the sea and she did help him avoid the storms to protect his prized ship from getting wrecked and detected the weather. So that's more than proof enough that she is powerful, clever, and cunning as he is, and proof of her loyalty, loyalty is a trait he never trusted and never possessed...up until now. Though the ship is now lost, confiscated by the Royal Navy and what's done is done. He will admit that he might need her far more than just a simple detector.

Keyword need...though for a feeling he can't explain...but the word Love can be close to that, a Love a pirate and convict could understand. A simple need to have a companion who is just on his level...and maybe by staying together, he can understand how genuine loyalty is truly earned.

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The next morning, he woke up and feel like a different man because on his mind, he has a mate and a pregnant one, carrying his child, and by the looks of how heavy she is, she is due anytime soon, and that's his mission. To deliver their child. It's the least he could for being a troublesome, quarrelsome man that he is.

The island...it was hot. It was blazingly hot like tropical, humid, sunny, Caribbean hot that the heat of afternoon sun can make anyone sweat from the sheer heat of it. In the morning, there was some coolness before the afternoon sun comes, so Vlad climbs some trees to open some coconuts and bid her to drink to keep them both hydrated.

He hasn't visited this island in nearly thirty years since he was a boy, but it was the same island since he last left. However, it has been nearly three decades, so he wasn't sure if that auntie is alive.

"Watch your step and keep close to me." He warns because a trip to the village means a trip to the jungle. The jungle, the tall trees, and the vines is filled with animals hiding in the treetops and big insects at every corner. Big cats that stalk in the trees, snakes wrapped overhead, and poisonous insects that bites and stings in hiding at every corner.

Eventually he found one of the villages. The villagers are very wary and suspicious with him, that the guards came armed with spears and arrows directed at him. Until he spoke their language and he was taken to the chief to his hut and it took hours for Vlad telling them his story. The villagers treated them with suspicion considering Vlad and Rip are outsiders, light-skinned, and they knew they are travelers and not from around the other islands.

It turns out this auntie he was looking for have long since passed, but she has surviving apprentices that can help deliver their baby. Apprentices that carry the knowledge of catching and delivery babies.

After the talk with the chief, he came out of the hut. "Well, they are surprised I can speak their language, so I told them the story that I lived here before when I was a boy here and told them about the auntie who raised me. They agree to help you deliver our baby if I can help them cook their chickens and goats for their upcoming moon festival next week. Now listen...I haven't told them you're a mermaid, so if you need to give birth by water, they said there's a waterfall nearby. Did you need water to give birth?" He needed details as he has no idea how a mermaid gives birth. That ritual was a mystery and a secret on itself and no one ever recorded or witness it.

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When Rip finally fell asleep against him, she was strangely comfortable and feeling.. safe with him by her side. That strange safe feeling allowed her to sleep through the night and rest up like she needed to for the next leg of their journey.

The next morning found her realizing just how hot it was inland as the cool morning started to give way to the hot sticky humid heat of the day. It made her uncomfortable and more than willing to accept the coconut water for hydration before they set off on their journey through the jungle. Perhaps, if she hadn't been pregnant, the walk wouldn't have been so tiring on her, but, every moment they spent traversing, she had to push herself forward.

Every sense she had was on alert, noting the positions of the various predators and just trying to avoid the snakes and large cats.. even the buzzing insects. Rip was used to the dangers the waters brought from sharks, to slaver and fishermen to even vicious eels and other strange creatures from the depths.

However, this jungle was very foreign to her and had her staying as close to her mate as she could manage while they sought out the village. Once there, she was tense as they were greeted with spears and arrows. Rip wanted to react and defend herself, only she knew deep down how bad of an idea that would be for her baby, so, she remained still and subdued as he spoke to them.

Even when he disappeared to talk to their chief, she was on edge. The heat and humidity keeping her in a sour mood despite her efforts to contain it. When he finally reappeared, she was relieved to hear they agreed to help her deliver. However.. now, she needed to share one of the most guarded secrets a mermaid had... how they gave birth.

She hesitated for a moment before sighing and nodding. He was right, she would need water. "Yes, I do. The waterfall should work.. or at least the pool at the bottom of it should. I'm going to need to be near it or in it for a live birth and whoever is assisting will need to deliver the baby in the water or quickly put the baby in the water." Rip looked a little uneasy admitting to that. "Our babies breathe underwater before they can breathe on land. If it's not in the water for its first few breaths, it might suffocate. And.. the water will trigger its tail."

Which meant there was no hiding that she or her young were mermaids. "And probably my own tail once I join the baby in the water."

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