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the sterncastle. No longer hesitant, she dropped, kicking her feet out for support, finding none, hanging by her hands, one toe touching wood. She dropped, onto bare planking. Above her the hatch fell shut with a click.
    Silence enveloped her, warmth and darkness, rich with a sweet, musky perfume. Even as she recognised it as the scent of bull-nymph the urge to spread her legs for fucking rose up. She fought it down, telling herself it would not happen, it could not happen, yet horribly aware of the wet sensation between her thighs, the stiffness of her nipples, the gentle pulsing of her tuppenny and bottom ring. She wanted fucking, she needed fucking. Her spanking, Kaissia’s shaming, Yi’s fucking, the sights and sounds of the fighting were all coming together to bring her to a heat she had never experienced before, and now there was the tang of nymph musk. She groaned aloud, struggling to think clearly, of how she would escape the ship, return to shore, to be caught, spanked, pilloried, ravished…
    It was going to happen, anyway, and as her will began to weaken she caught a faint noise, scraping, a faint excited chittering, a wet slapping sound. Abruptly the scent grew stronger. Iriel let out a sob, now fighting to keep her thighs tight. Again the chittering sounded, closer. She jumped to one side, to touch against something soft, alive, which moved quickly away. Once more there was silence.
    Iriel threw her head back, her eyes closed, mumbling prayers to her mother, her grandmothers, her father, as her resistance slipped away. The softest of voices came back, whispering into her brain, telling her to abandon herself, and another, screaming thinly for resistance, and a third, more, until her head was filled with the clamour of voices. She was clutching her temples in an agony of emotion as she slumped down, her back to the bulkhead, her thighs up and wide, her tuppenny spread.
    Again the soft chittering began, and again the meaty slapping noise she now recognised as cocks being brought to erection. She realised that there was not one bull-nymph, but many, crouched around her in the darkness, cocks in hand, waiting for her resistance to snap, maybe eight… maybe ten… maybe twelve… maybe enough to ravish her by sheer force for all their small size.
    With that thought a last flicker of pride rose and died in her head. With one hard tug she pulled her bodice open. Another and her breasts were free of her chemise, full and round and sensitive in her hands. She gripped her skirt, hauling it high, the petticoat too, and split her drawers, pulling them wide to show off the wet, eager mouth of her tuppenny.
    Even as she caught her own sex-scent, so did the nymphs. The chittering rose in volume, to a gleeful crescendo. Iriel moaned, taking her breasts in hand as she slid to the planking, thighs spread wide, her hole already in contraction, running juice, open and eager for fucking. Hands touched her, uncertain at first, then more eagerly as she responded with a low, helpless moan. They gripped her legs and her lifted clothes. Hands took her breasts, pulling her own from the soft flesh, to caress and knead. A mouth found one of her nipples, sucking eagerly on the taut bud. Her head was taken, gripped by her hair, twisted, and a firm, fleshy cock was fed into her gaping mouth. Immediately she begun to suck, eagerly swallowing down the musky cock taste, too far gone even the feel shame.
    They came between her thighs, no longer fearful. Small, lithe bodies jostled for position, for her tuppenny, none able to enter her for the others. She reached down, still sucking wantonly on the cock in her mouth. Taking one small body, she pulled him close. His cock bumped her tuppenny, rubbing in the fleshy folds above her maiden hole to send a sharp jolt of pure pleasure the length of her spine. She arched her back, pushing out her tuppenny for penetration, now an eager participant in her own ravishing.
    The one in her