Blackbeard growled, “Strip!”

Princess Lynn, his prisoner, juices bathing her thighs, obeyed, while ogling the massive hardness ready to impale her. No fear. Only need. His shaft pressed against her heaving breasts, while fingers probed. Moaning her rapture, she was flung onto his bunk, wide-legged and open. His hardness ploughed through her wetness, feeding her longing, before his fierce, rapid thrusts lifted her to even greater lascivious levels. Growls and squeals mixed in shared delight

“Such a lusty Blackbeard,” she sighed, breathlessly. “Same tomorrow?”

“No, tomorrow, I’m a caveman enslaving you from another tribe.”

“Of wild women?”

“Sounds good.”