Forbidden Waters: 
Sailing the Seas of Debauchery

By: Gabriel Drake
Commissioned for Kota Bearclaw

The sun beat down mercilessly on the deck of the ship, the heat amplifying the stench of unwashed bodies. Of course, the lack of a breeze only made things worse. It has been a week since Kota felt the cool wind through his fur. He watched as his father, the giant, imposing Captain Riork Bearclaw, berated the crew for their lack of water conservation. The burly demon bear's dark fur glistened with sweat, his red eyes blazing with irritation.

"We're down to our last half-barrel of fresh water, you scurvy rabble!" Captain Bearclaw bellowed, his deep voice booming across the stagnant air. "I know we all stink and need a wash, but this barrel…," he said, kicking the last water keg for emphasis, "...is the last of it. And don't even think about asking for ale. That ship sailed yesterday!" The men all looked away, not yet voicing their complaints as they lazed on the deck.

The Black Tide was showing signs of wear from the long journey and need of maintenance. The once pristine white sails were now a dingy grey, and the wooden deck was scarred and scorched from battles and storms. The cannons that lined the sides of the ship were crusted with salt, rust, and dents, a reminder of many encounters with enemy vessels. The ship stagnated heavily in the water with a hold full of plunder, but it was worthless as they were now.

Kota shifted nervously, tufts of white fur on his head, paws, and tail rustling in an imagined breeze. He could feel the tension mounting among the crew, their pent-up frustration hung in the heavy, still air. His blue eyes, the color of the Currelean Sea, darted from one crew member to another, gauging their moods. They were all exhausted, thirsty, stinky, and judging from the way each of the crewmen kept adjusting their breeches, horny.

As if sensing his son's thoughts, Captain Bearclaw sidled up to the railing next to Kota, his red eyes softening slightly as he bent to whisper "Kota, lad, I have a proposition for the crew. A way to keep their spirits up and their minds off mutiny. Are you willing to help your old dad out?"

Kota glanced around at the crew once again, weighing his dad's appraisal of the situation. Nathaniel "Scratch" McWhisker, the brown rat, scratched at his heavy balls and glared over at the half-empty water barrel. Jace "Fang" Redmuzzle, the muscular Doberman, growled low in his throat, his linen-striped pants tented by a heavy sheath. Silas "Stench" Stripefur, the mischievous striped skunk, flicked his striped tail anxiously. Gideon "Bruiser" Furtail and Magnus "Tusker" Broadback, the wild-looking badger and massive boar, respectively, seemed to be eyeing each other up. For what he wasn’t sure, but both looked ready to grapple the other. Levi "Longstride" Ironhoof, the towering horse, scraped his hooves across the deck, his eyes clouded with a mix of frustration and lust, and his cotton breeches strained to contain a cock that reached nearly to his knees. The tension was palpable, and Kota agreed that something had to be done before the crew's pent-up desires boiled over into mutiny.

Kota swallowed hard, his blue eyes widening as he realized why his father was asking for his help. He'd grown accustomed to pleasuring his dad in their shared cabin, taking the burly bear's 15-inch black cock deep into his throat or straining to accept it into his tight, young tail hole. But the crew? He wasn't so sure about that. Then again, his dad was usually quite protective of his son and he wouldn't ask if it wasn't a pressing issue.

His decision was likely helped along by his father's musk, which was starting to addle his wits with the towering bear so close. They must have looked like a greatly mismatched pair. Kota would be turning nine-years-old soon but was barely a 3rd the size of his father in every proportion, and the tips of his ears didn't quite reach his dad's belt. Not that he complained at being at perpetual crotch level, as it gave him ample opportunity to bask in the scent of his daddy's sheath musk. Kota inhaled deeply, letting the heady aroma fill his lungs and cloud his mind, making the idea of pleasing the crew seem not so daunting after all.

"Whatta I have to do?" Kota muttered, his voice barely audible over the creaking of the ship and the distant cries of seabirds. He wasn’t sure if he was ready, but he’d do anything for his Captain, for his father.

His dad's ears twitched as they caught the words, and his red eyes sparkled with lusty thoughts. He always got that look in his eyes when they were alone in their cabin and his libido got the better of him. Kota saw the bulge in his father's breeches straining against the fabric, aching to be released. It seemed the crew were the only ones frightened of the need for a release.

"That's my boy," his daddy said, pulling Kota close in a quick hug that mashed his nose into the scintillating bulge. "Just go along with what your Pops says." That scent! It was particularly strong after days without bathing. The smell of spent cum and Kota’s own saliva mixed with the heady aroma of his dad’s musk to create a tantalizing mix that set his head swimming.

Before he knew it, Kota had let himself be led back to midship and the lone water barrel. His father lifted him up to stand on the cask, which put him nearly at chest level with the towering demon bear. For a moment, he thought he misread the situation; that he was supposed to simply guard the water barrel, but that idea quickly evaporated.

Kota watched as Captain Bearclaw shrugged out of his leather jacket to reveal his sweat-dampened cotehardie shirt. The white fabric clung wetly to the bear’s fur in several spots, but it too was being pulled over his father’s head soon enough. When that was tossed aside, it caught the attention of the crew. The bear’s massive torso was revealed showing a muscular frame beneath with a bit of bulk, a formidable male given his lofty height. The crew looked on, waiting to see what their Captain was up to, but weren’t in any mood to stand at attention.

Kota lost sight of them as his dad lifted one arm and roughly guided Kota's head with a big meaty paw, pushing his nose into his sweaty armpit. The tufts of damp fur tickled Kota's nostrils as he was overwhelmed with the scent of hot male musk. His pops certainly knew how to get him going. And it seemed he hadn’t misread the situation one bit.

The spicy, tinged smell filled Kota's thoughts until nothing else remained. It wasn't a bad-smelling body odor that assaulted his sense of smell, but instead the full-fledged scent of masculinity and prowess: the aroma of what it meant to truly be a man. Kota yearned for it, needed it, like the water-starved crew needed cold water to staunch their thirst. He was lost in it.

* * *

Riork Bearclaw watched with a mixture of pride and amusement as his son quickly became entranced by his scent, nearly hypnotized by the musky aroma emanating from his body. Kota barely registered when he hastily unbuttoned the youngsters shirt. The cub didn’t do more than huff away at his rank pits even as it was stripped from his shoulders. The burly demon bear knew the effect his scent had on his young cub, and he used it to his advantage now, guiding Kota deeper into the intoxicating musk. He was so lost in it that he didn’t even react when his knee-length trousers were unlaced and they dropped to a pool around his ankles. 

As he guided Kota's muzzle to the opposite pit, Riork felt a surge of protectiveness and desire for his son. The strong odor of his musk enveloped the young cub, and he could see Kota's eyes glaze over as he sought to absorb as much of the musk as he could. The demon bear was very familiar with how his scent had this effect on his son, and he let him breathe deeply of the intoxicating aroma. He could see the cub’s miniscule member already out of its sheath, as if proudly on display, the 5 1/2-inch little black knotted cock bobbing in the air in tandem with his heartbeat. It was a miniature version of his own cock in shape. Maybe not all that small considering his age and parentage, but compared to his own, it seemed tiny.

Kota's tongue lapped at the salty, bitter flavor of his father's fur, and Captain Bearclaw felt a twinge of pleasure at the touch and the knowledge that his son was truly lost in the haze of his musk. He knew Kota would do anything for him, entranced as he was by the scent that spoke of masculinity and raw power. As the crew began to slowly gather around Kota, clearly eager for their turn with the young cub, Captain Bearclaw felt his cock twitch with anticipation, knowing his son would live out one of his fantasies in the name of keeping the crew satisfied and loyal.

* * *

Kota's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he felt his tail lifted. That touch was enough to bring hims out of his stupor temporarily as his dad's big paw smeared some cool olive oil on his exposed hole. His father's fingers lingered, rubbing the slick lubricant into his tight little pucker with one of his thick digits, preparing him for what was to come. Then Kota was truly blushing when he heard his father's booming voice, "Who wants a piece of my boy's sweet tailhole?" The words echoed in his ears as he sought to lose himself in his father's intoxicating scent again. The crew could see his little tail star out in the open, so exposed and vulnerable... and wet. And then he heard the rush of clawed and hooved feet on the deck.

Kota turned his head and glanced over his shoulder to see, through hazy eyes, Scratch standing eye-level to his exposed pucker. He'd seen that look in the rat's eyes before; the look right before his father's men attacked a lone ship at sea. It was the look of unbridled lust for plunder, but this time it was for booty of a different sort. His blue eyes traveled further south to see the rodent already had his pale-pink, pointed cock out. It was a long, slender member that seemed to dwarf Kota's own smaller appendage in length if not in girth. The rat was aiming it like a cannon towards his undefended rear.

Fear and anticipation warred within the young cub as he looked back toward his father for guidance, uncertain if he was ready to be taken. After all, he had seen the aftermath of what the crew did to a ship and its crew when they had been ravished. But deep down, Kota knew it was far too late for second thoughts. Instead, his dad pulled him down so that his belly rested on the top of the barrel, and his face was nested in his father's damp, warm crotch.

His apprehension melted away again as he began losing himself in the musky aroma that enveloped his senses. Stronger and more masculine than the sour pit stench, it held the spicy tinge of raw sexuality that his dad always seemed to exude. Beneath that was the smell of his father’s dried cum left over from the blowjob he had performed last night. He lost himself in the memory of that experience.

* * *

Riork watched the tension melt from his son’s body and he couldn't help but imagine how tantalizing his son's upturned tail must look to the crew. He’s always loved how the white underside pointed like an arrow to the pink, puffy tail star beneath. It drew their attention to Kota's most intimate area as the men gathered around tentatively, seeming unsure if his offer was genuine.

Scratch darted in to stand directly behind Kota’s upturned tail, the wiry rat was a well-known risk taker. He gave a slight nod, silently giving his assent and the rat hitched his hips forward. When Scratch's turgid cock invaded Kota's tight hole, the young cub buried his nose in the dark fabric of his father's breeches further, seeking comfort in the scent that drove him wild with desire. The demon bear felt a surge of pride, knowing the rodent's seven-inch cock had breached him with a sharp, stabbing pain and Kota merely muttered a slight whimper. But he also knew that Kota loved his scent so much that he would willingly endure the discomfort and humiliation for his father's sake.

Captain Bearclaw watched as Kota's muscles tensed and quivered around the invading member, trying to adjust to the intrusion. The young cub drew his knees up, locking them around the barrel as he often did around his father's belly during their nightly intimate encounters. This position made it easier for Scratch to thrust into him as his tailhole was brutally pounded. The demon bear pulled his son’s tail higher so he could see Kota's puckered hole pulse and clench around the rodent's cock with each ruthless plunge, and he felt a twinge of desire at the sight. He’d rather it was his own cock invading his son right now, but that would hardly release the crew’s tension.

His gaze returned to his son's face, where he could see Kota's desire and attachment to his father's scent. Riork felt his own cock lengthen as it pulsed out of its sheath and stretched the linen fabric of his pants. As his shaft emerged, so did more and more of the spicy, manly scent that enveloped Kota in a cloud of musk, making the young cub's head swim with the intensity of it. Bearclaw could see Kota's cock twitch and grow harder at the aroma of his father's desire, even as his body was used for the pleasure of another.

"Go easy on the boy, you degenerate rat. He's the most valuable treasure on this ship," Captain Bearclaw growled, his deep voice filled with a mix of warning and affection for his son. He let his paws roam over Kota's back, trying to ease the young cub's whimpers as he glared into Scratch's lust-filled face silently urging the rodent to slow his rutting.

"That's my good boy," he groaned out, his own voice surprisingly thick with lust. Riork could see the immediate effect of his words and touch on Kota, who appeared to be relaxing a bit more. The young cub buried his nose deeper into his father's crotch, huffing on the musky ball sack that held such power over him. It was clear that Kota was fully  lost in his father's scent, consumed by his desire for the powerful demon bear.

Bearclaw watched with a mixture of pride and amusement as Kota fumbled with his father's breech-laces, eagerly trying to free the mammoth cock that had helped create him. That same cock he pleasured on a nightly basis. But the Captain could see that his son's paws were unsteady under the erratic rhythm as Scratch fucked him with wild abandon and he didn’t need to push the cub’s paws aside.

He smiled ruefully as he watched his son succumbing to lust, driven wild by the scent of his musk. Instead of freeing his cock, Kota seemed to settle for pawing at the cloth-encased meat, his digits brushing against the damp spot where his father's precum had soaked through the fabric. Kota's nostrils flared as he took in more of his dad's scent, his desire growing stronger as his whimpering turned into moaning.

* * *

As Scratch's hard cock continued to invade his tight hole, Kota buried his nose in the dark fabric of his father's breeches. The oil made the intrusion easier than it might have been, but still the rodent's seven inches breached his depths, stabbing in like a knife-blade thrust repeatedly into his guts. Kota drew in a sharp breath of musky air at the shock of it. The young cub loved that scent just as he loved his father, and he was willing to endure even this for his dad.

Kota’s  cock twitched and began to grow harder at his father’s lusty aroma, even as his body was used for the pleasure of another. His muscles tensed and quivered around the invading member, trying to adjust to the intrusion. The young cub breathed deeply, inhaling the raw scent of his father's desire as he felt Scratch unleash a hot torrent of cum deep within his trembling body.

It was nowhere near the volume his father produced, but then again the rodent hadn’t lasted very long at all. It was nowhere near the length of the marathon sessions he relished nightly. As he felt the throbbing cock depositing its load, he dreamily longed for the feeling of his dad’s cum bulging out his tummy. That was what he truly ached for.

* * *

Riork Bearclaw kept his focus on the scene unfolding before him, watching with mild disgust as Scratch's hips shuddered through his quick orgasm. "Pathetic," he muttered, shaking his head in disappointment. "Is that the best you can do for my boy? You barely got a dozen thrusts in, and you were already nutting." His sneer must have been harsher than he thought, as Scratch pulled out looking ashamed and leaving a smeared trail of white cum across his flagging pink length.

But Fang was eager to take his place. The muscular Doberman roughly brushed the rat aside, his breeches already kicked aside to reveal his nearly nine inches of red, knotted canine cock. Captain Riork appraised the impressive member with a critical eye, noting its thickness and the pronounced knot at its base. Not bad, he thought, nodding in approval as Fang lined up his rigid cock to Kota's already dripping hole. He made sure to glare a warning at Fang, ready to order him to go easy on his son, but remained silent as the dog sank in up to his knot in one slow push, giving the cub a chance to adjust before he started thrusting.

Kota let out a gasp as he was filled with another cock, his cute face smeared with his dad's precum as he continued to snuffle into his damp crotch. The demon bear ached to get his cock out and into his son's eager maw, but held back for the moment. He merely watched as the cub suckled at the cloth-tenting tip of his massive shaft. Kota's cheeks hollowed out as he attempted to drain his father of precum, his desire for his dad's essence seemingly insatiable.

Captain Bearclaw's attention was drawn back to the wet squishing noises of his son's hole being stretched and penetrated by Fang's cock. Although thicker than the rat, Scratch's load acted as extra lubricant for the intrusion, making it easier for the Doberman to plunge in deeply. Each time Fang pulled back out, his shaft glistened with the rodent’s creamy load before being swallowed up again by the cub's hungry hole, dimpling the cub's rim with his growing knot.

* * *

It wasn't long after Kota felt the rat pull out that another cock took its place. The promise of a knot against his tailhole indicated it must have been Fang who entered him next. While just as eager, the Doberman at least gave Kota a moment to adjust to his full length before he started thrusting, making wet squishing noises as his ass hole was already slick with the rat's cum.

As Fang pounded into him from behind, another scent assaulted Kota's nostrils. A skunk's unique aroma tinged even his musk, and Kota's nose twitched as he recognized the scent, far more pungent and easily recognizable as Stench's prickly odor. He felt the skunk's nine-inch tapered cock press insistently against his lips, and his father moved aside to give the mephitidae access to Kota's mouth.

Kota gulped and let the tapered cock slip into his maw, holding his jaws open with a choking gag as the skunk thrust relentlessly against his tongue and deep into his maw. The young cub's eyes watered from the skunk's overpowering scent, but he forced himself to relax and accept the intrusion. All the while, his paw never left his father’s formidable cock. He clung to it like another child might cling to a security blanket.

His father's words broke through the cacophony of grunting and rutting men a few moments later, giving Kota a sense of relief. "Don't knot him, Redmuzzle," Captain Bearclaw commanded, and Kota's muscles relaxed slightly, grateful for the reprieve. But his heart sank when his dad continued, "We can't have you stuck in his tailhole with these other needy cocks waiting for a turn." Kota understood the logic, but he couldn't help the pang of disappointment that shot through him. He had only dreamed of one day taking all of his dad's formidable cock, but the sheer size of it had not made that possible. At least not yet.

"Aww, shit!" Fang's words dripped with need and frustration, his deep voice muffled by the skunk's cock in his mouth. "I need to fucking nut somehow." Kota felt the doberman's knot bumping rhythmically against his tailhole, threatening to break through his slick ring. He unconsciously clenched his muscles to prevent it, knowing he'd have no recourse if the knot managed to slip past his defenses.

* * *

Riork kept his focus on the scene unfolding before him, making sure his warning to the dog hadn't gone unheeded. He knew how hard it could be to get off without a tie, so he signaled Fang with a swirling motion of his claw, suggesting the pirates switch places. "Swap me, Stinky," the Doberman said, understanding the Captain's unspoken command.

As the pair of rutting pirates switched places, the skunk took over at pounding Kota's tender ass, and the young cub's maw was filled with the cum-drenched canine's cock. Fang’s cock was easily over seven inches around, with the knot, but it wasn't nearly as thick as his Riork’s massive shaft. Kota managed a bigger cock than this, and he seemed to be making a show of sucking Fang’s cock eagerly, using all his skill to bear.

Bearclaw watched with a mixture of pride and amusement as Kota took a deep breath, though still gagged slightly when Fang's cock hit the back of his throat. The demon bear positioned himself beside the pirate dog to control his thrusts if necessary, which also gave him a whiff of the unwashed canine's scent. It was nearly as strong as his own, and he watched with a smirk as Kota's nostrils flared at the new smell.

"That's it, boy, almost as good as your daddy's, isn't it?" he rumbled, seeing Kota's glazed-over expression at the heady aroma. His son was such a slut for sheath musk, lost in the intoxicating scents surrounding him. Kota's jaw opened wide to accept the dog's throat fucking, and Fang plunged his knot past the young cub's open jaw, filling his cheeks with the fleshy mass and his throat with canine meat.

Captain Bearclaw could see Kota struggling as he gagged on the intruding cock, his eyes watering from the effort. But the young cub seemed to desire the load that was being deposited down his throat, even as his tongue was bathed in Scratch's earlier contribution. Kota fought to swallow around the thick knot locked in his mouth, but he was forced to swallow as the Doberman's cock spurted more cum down his throat with each relentless thrust.

Even as Kota was gagging on Fang's load, Captain Bearclaw's attention was drawn to Stench's thrusts, which grew erratic as the skunk's cock thickened inside his son's tight hole. The mephitidae's grunts seemed to echo across the deck as he loudly began to unload his cum deep within Kota's convulsing body. The young cub was already writhing from having his throat filled, and his knees shuddered convulsively as his body took another load.

"Who's next?" Bearclaw barked, his voice shaking the other pirates into action. They had all stripped down at this point and were eagerly stroking their cocks, waiting for their own turns. Even Scratch was half-hard again as he watched from behind the pack. But the Captain's red-eyes alighted on Bruiser Furtail, the wild-looking badger who was practically shaking with need. Bearclaw waved the badger over, granting him permission to take his place in the lineup.

The skunk yanked his cock from Kota's upturned rear, leaving a brief trickle of cum dripping down his thighs. The cub was still trying to force the canine knot from between his lips, but the knot stubbornly held them locked together. Bearclaw hadn't really intended to let the Doberman lock with his son’s mouth, and the demon bear reached down with a massive paw to twist the canine cock sideways.

Fang nearly stumbled as his knot was rotated enough to let it pop from his son's lips. Kota gasped in rough breaths of air, his chest heaving with exertion. The Captain gave the doberman a bit more of a shove, sending the dog sprawling even as his cock jetted out a few more squirts of watery cum onto his son’s face and then the deck.

Bearclaw stroked his son's head as he whispered so that none of the others could hear, "You're doing a great job for your big daddy." He loved his son immensely and knew he could take the abuse, but that didn't lessen his responsibility as a protective father. He would ensure that none of the crew took advantage of Kota, even if he was offering him up for their use.

* * *

Kota’s head was swimming and not just from the musk addling his brain. Having his airway blocked as he forcibly swallowed down a doggy load, had brought him out of his stupor enough to recognize the need that was growing in the pit of his core even as he felt another, even bigger cock being driven under his tailhole.

He was fucked hard and rough by each of the crewmen taking turns with him, and he was starteding to get overwhelmed by how own need. His little cock ached to be touched, but his paw couldn't reach around to stroke himself off because the barrel was in the way. Kota whimpered in frustration, wanting nothing more than to feel some pleasure for himself amidst the onslaught of cocks using his body.

"Let's get you a bit more comfortable, eh, boy?" Captain Bearclaw's deep voice rumbled as his big paws encircled Kota's midsection. Kota was suddenly lifted and spun around onto his back, even as his backdoor continued to be viciously assaulted. For a brief moment, he caught a glimpse of Bruiser's grinning face, the wild badger grunting with pleasure as he pounded his thick cock into Kota's convulsing hole.

Kota's view was quickly obscured as his dad's massive cock, now free from its constraining breeches. Now, flopped down across his face was the cock he truly loved, nearly as much as he loved the bear it was attached to. Thick and crisscrossed with a spiderweb of veins throughout the black flesh, it leaked precum over his already damp cheeks. Kota hungrily lapped at the underside of his father's shaft as the cock was pushed forward until his nose was buried beneath his daddy's equally massive balls.

He breathed deeply, inhaling the heady scent of his father's musky nuts as he buried his nose into that big furry sack. Each of the cannonball-sized testicles covered his eyes as he huffed on those intoxicating orbs. Kota could feel his father's shaft resting against his chest, reaching all the way to his swollen belly. His guts, filled with pirate cum, sloshed and bounced with each of the badger's powerful thrusts, even as his belly button was filled with his daddy's precum.

Captain Bearclaw's deep voice rumbled above the sounds of rutting, "You love these big stinky nuts, don't you, son?" Fuck, he really did. The very balls that had helped create him now smeared Kota's face with bear musk, renewing his arousal as he got high huffing those huge orbs. The pirates could keep their ale; Kota got drunk on the smell of these balls every night.

Even though Kota still longed to stroke his own cock, which now bounced against his belly and bumped tips with his father's far larger black shaft, he instead wrapped his arms around his dad's massive member. He needed something to hold onto as each of the badger's powerful thrusts threatened to knock his young body off the precarious perch on the top of the water cask.

Kota felt his dad's paws hook under his knees, pulling his legs further up and exposing his now well-used tailhole to an even deeper fucking. Bruiser seemed determined to claim every inch of the young cub's ass for himself, plunging deep inside him with his thick badger cock, pulling out until just the tip was wedged into Kota's spasming hole before slamming back in balls-deep. The new position drove the badger's cock against the aching nub of Kota's prostate with each savage thrust, sending lightning bolts of pleasure and pain coursing through his young body.

His thoughts were consumed by the fantasy that it was his father's cock stretching his ass instead of the badger's relentless pounding. He had taken his dad's cock, or at least half of it, several times now, each time stretching him out a little more. After this marathon of fucking, he hoped he would be loose enough to take his dad's entire length, all the way down to his massive knot.

* * *

"Nearly as thick around your old man's, isn't it little Kota?" Captain Bearclaw rumbled with a mixture of pride and amusement, seeing the similarities between his own impressive girth and the straining thickness of the badger's cock currently stretching his son's ass to its limits. Kota couldn't respond verbally given their new position, but the demon bear was certain his son was smiling even as his massive ball rested against his son's face. The demon bear could barely hear Kota's response: a soft whimper, a muffled moan. He felt his son strain against the immense girth of the badger's thick cock stretching him to his limits. 

The sight of his big, knotted bear cock resting against his son's chest filled him with a deep longing to shove his massive, veiny member into Kota's hole himself. It covered nearly half the cub’s torso from his view. To feel it fully encased in his son's small body, stretching him beyond anything he'd experienced before, was the one goal he had yet to obtain. But now was not the time, he reminded himself sternly, watching as Bruiser thrust balls-deep into Kota again and again.

Despite his lack of height, the badger made up for it with the sheer bulk of his thick body, using his power to drive his cock deep into Kota's young, tight hole. With each thrust, his son's straining little cock bobbed and weaved wildly, a cute, miniature version of his own massive meat. Bearclaw glared into the badger's eyes, which had already started to become lidded in the ecstasy of the moment.

"Don't give up on me now, Bruiser. Give my boy a good, hard dicking. Don't be a little short-round like those others," Riork rumbled, his deep voice filled with anticipation. But he could see the gruff pirate was losing ground already, the sight of his son and the tightness of Kota's hole too much for him to resist. "My boy's pussy needs a strong man to show him how to fuck," he growled.

The badger gritted his teeth, determined to long-dick the cub, but Kota's tight hole was too much for him. Bruiser shuddered with the intensity of his pleasure, finally succumbing to the overwhelming sensations. "Take my fucking nut!" With that guttural cry, he thrust deep and hard one last time, his balls now drawn up tightly and pressed against Kota's backside as he unloaded his cum deep within the young cub's spasming hole.

Captain Bearclaw spotted his second-in-command, Magnus "Tusker" Broadback, standing tall before the rest of the crew. The massive boar still looked small when compared to Bearclaw's immense size, but amongst the rest of the crew, he was truly a giant of a beast. And he had a big, thick cock and a pendulous set of balls to match. "Get your ass over here, Tusker. Show these pussies how a real man fucks," the Captain commanded, his deep voice echoing off the deck.

Tusker gripped Bruiser's shoulder and pulled the shuddering badger backward, away from Kota's now gaping hole. The young cub's rim stretched wide from the badger's cock, and Bearclaw could see pirate jizz oozing out as the badger's cock slid from him wetly. A big glob threatened to fall to the deck before the boar used his hardness to smear it across Kota's hole with the blunt end of his uncut ten-inch cock.

"I'll show these reprobates how to use their cocks, Captain," Magnus rumbled, grinning around the two broad curving tusks that protruded from his snout. Unlike the others, the boar eased his cock into Kota's hole slowly, seeming to savor the tightness and heat that surrounded him. He pushed in with gentler thrusts, more to prolong his own pleasure than to let the cub get used to his invading member.

It wasn't the first time the two, Captain and First Mate, had shared a bitch between them. But that was generally in a port brothel and not on the deck of the ship, and definitely not with the Riork’s own son. He shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside as he watched Tusker and Kota move together, their bodies finding a rhythm through unspoken communication. 

Tusker took over holding Kota's legs up, and Captain Bearclaw now had his paws free once more. The two beasts moved in unison, their bodies responding to the practiced actions of shared experiences. Bearclaw pulled back slightly, letting his heavy balls fall from his son's face as he slid his long, thick shaft across Kota's sweat-dampened cheek. The young cub's eyes were glazed over in a dreamy, sightless stare, and his maw hung open, just waiting to be filled.

Taking his mammoth cock in one large paw, Bearclaw slapped it gently across Kota's upturned muzzle. Drops of precum arced through the air with each tap against his son's cheek, rousing the cub enough that his tongue darted out, trying to catch the ribbons of his father's lust.

"Come on, Kota. Let's show these seadogs how much you love sucking your daddy's big cock," he grumbled, his voice a low, rumbling growl. Riork left his cock hanging just out of reach of his son's maw, the tip dripping precum lewdly onto his son's face. He could see the hunger in Kota's eyes, the desire to taste and please his father, even as the boar continued to pound into him from behind with building force.

"Open wide, son," Bearclaw coaxed, desire throbbing in his veins as he watched his cub struggle to obey, still dazed from the miasma of musk and lust that surrounded them. Even in his haze, though, Kota never stopped trying to please his father, his love for the giant demon bear shone through every fiber of his being.

* * *

Kota reached over his head, gripping the sides of his dad's big knot in each of his small paws. Even through the fog of lust and musk, the young cub couldn't help but notice how much thicker the shaft was compared to his own arms. The sheer size of his father's member was astounding, and he secretly hoped that one day his own would grow to match its impressive length.

But those thoughts fled as he pulled the thick tip of the bear's cock towards his open mouth. Kota sucked eagerly on the smooth, bulbous head, savoring the taste of his father's precum as it slid across his tongue and down his throat. If he swallowed enough of his father's essence, he hoped it would somehow infuse into his own growing body, making him a bigger and stronger bolf. Just like his dad.

Meanwhile, the thick boar cock invading his other end was stretching him even wider than the other pirates had done. Kota forced himself to relax his hips, feeling the shaft sink ever deeper into his eager hole, until he felt the boar's big balls slap wetly against his cum-slicked tail. The boar's cock wouldn't have slid in so easily if not for the copious amounts of cum already sloshing around inside the cub's young body.

Kota whimpered slightly as he felt something deep inside his gut press against the invading cock, Tusker's shaft bumping up against an unseen barrier within him. The Captain frowned down at him as he grunted in discomfort, concerned for his son's well-being. Kota knew that if the boar's cock was any longer, it might have indeed caused him pain. Instead, it was merely uncomfortable, and he was determined to please both his father and the boar rutting behind him.

Pulling his attention back to the massive cock in his maw, Kota concentrated on getting his tongue to pierce his dad's cock slit. It was one of the Captain's favorite things to do late at night alone in their cabin, and the young cub was eager to please. Doing his best to roll his tongue into a tight point, Kota extended it past the tight gash that split the bear's cockhead, delving into the warm, musky depths beyond.

The demon bear let out a deep rumble of pleasure, his massive cock throbbing and flexing in Kota's maw as the cub worked his tongue. Captain Bearclaw shuddered in obvious pleasure as the muscle tickled the sensitive tissues inside his shaft, and he grunted with satisfaction. "That's it, buddy. Tongue your dad's piss slit. Fuck, you know I love it," he murmured, his deep voice thick with desire.

Kota knew he could never get his tongue in very far, but the coppery tang of his father's insides and the sweet-salty taste of his cock juice still tingled his taste buds as he was rewarded with little squirts of precum instead of the typical oozing of fluids his father usually produced.

"My son is the best little cock slut I've ever known!" Bearclaw suddenly shouted, his voice booming across the deck for all the crew to hear. Kota felt a deep-seated pride at making his daddy say things out here, among the crew, that he had only whispered in their isolated cabin. "Any lesser bear would have coated your throat in cum by now," he roared, grinning down at his young cub with fierce pride.

* * *

Captain Riork grunted deeply as his son worked over his bulbous cockhead with increasing enthusiasm. Kota was driving him wild, but the Captain was still mindful of their audience. He couldn't take the intense stimulation anymore, and started thrusting past that tongue and deeper into his son's maw. He wasn't close to shooting by any means, but his son certainly knew how to work his meat.

He glanced over at the onlooking crewmembers, seeing the desire and lust written on their faces as they watched the father-son pair joined together as Tusker worked his son’s tailhole with silent efficiency. Stench approached the trio, his paw slowly pumping his cock as he aimed it towards Kota's belly. The skunk unloaded another volley of cum, this time splashing it across Kota's bulging tummy rather than thrusting it into his body.

Fang had given into his own lust once more as he pounded his knotted cock mercilessly into Scratch. The rodent's balls swung wildly as he was bent over, taken from behind by the Doberman's relentless thrusts. Bruiser, too, was hard again, stroking his thick cock in one paw and kneading his small balls in time with the other as he watched the scene unfold before him.

The only one who hadn't gotten off yet was the newest crew member, who seemed to be hiding at the back of the crowd. The tall stallion's lower body was obscured from view, but it was clear he wasn't touching his cock, even as arousal hung heavy in the air. It was as if he was on the precipice of cumming and any touch would send him over the edge. He beckoned the horse over with the wave of a big paw, as he sought to remember his name.

"Longstride," Riork growled, remembering the horse's name. "Get that horse cock over here and let's see what you're working with." He backed off a bit, giving Kota a chance to work his sweet tongue over his cock slit again. The tall equine emerged from the crowd, holding the shaft of his cock to prevent it from bouncing awkwardly as he walked. An impressive 14 inches of chocolate brown and pink mottled flesh jutted out obscenely as the horse approached, his eyes filled with a hungry desire for what was to come.

Riork couldn't help but smirk at the situation, pleased with how well his plan was working. The crew's desire was palpable, and the Captain knew that their loyalty would be solidified after this wild encounter. His gaze returned to his son, who was still eagerly working his mouth around his cock, and Riork felt a surge of pride and love for the young cub who was doing his best to please both him and the crew.

"Alright, Tusker. Time to get your rocks off. We've got one more waiting to go a round," Bearclaw rumbled, turning his attention back to his First Mate. The boar continued to rock his hips with stoic determination, his face a mask of concentration as he fought to hold back his orgasm despite the incredible sensations of fucking the hottest, tightest cub ass of his life.

"Broadback, cum! Now!" Bearclaw barked, his voice lashing out like a whip. “That's an order!” The boar's tusked face glanced at him in a moment of confusion, as if he had been pulled out of whatever lustful stupor he was in.

But then the boar grinned broadly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he replied, "Aye-aye, Captain!" Tusker grunted deeply, thrusting three more times before his body went rigid with the arrival of his climax. Bearclaw could see the thick cock pulsing wildly inside Kota, pushing out against his cub's taut belly as it expelled the boar's big load deep within him.

Bearclaw watched with a mix of pride and concern as he saw his son grimacing, his young body contorting around the massive load Tusker was unleashing inside Kota's willing body. The Captain was well aware of just how much cum the boar's massive balls could produce, but his son was no stranger to taking such copious amounts of seed.

He waited patiently for Tusker to finish his climax, giving the boar a few moments to collect himself before turning his attention to the young stallion that had been eagerly awaiting his turn. "You ready for this, rookie?" Bearclaw asked, eyeing the young horse up and down, sizing him up for the task at hand.

Longstride looked a bit scared, which led Bearclaw to wonder if he might be a virgin. The young stallion appeared to be struggling with the enormity of the situation, his voice shaking slightly as he replied, "I don't know if I can, Captain. I mean, once I flare up, I'll be way too big for him. For anyone, really." Longstride tugged absently at his long horse cock, almost as if he was ashamed of its impressive size.

The Captain, however, was not deterred. Grasping both the young horse's member and his own thick shaft in his large paws, he compared their lengths and girths. While Longstride's cock was certainly long, Bearclaw could see that it was nowhere near as thick as his own massive cock, putting his mind at ease somewhat.

"Let's let Kota decide if you are too big for him," Bearclaw rumbled, already knowing his son's reaction but wanting to give him the chance to voice his opinion. Glancing down at the young cub, who had been silently watching the exchange with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, Riork saw Kota nodding excitedly as he compared the two giant cocks in front of him.

"I can take it, Daddy," Kota said confidently, his eyes shining with determination and a touch of excitement.

Seeing that Tusker had pulled out of the cub and not wanting to wait another moment, Bearclaw gathered his son up into his strong arms, cradling him gently against his massive, muscular form. Kota instantly nuzzled his head between his father's large pecs, the top of his head still not reaching Bearclaw's chin as his cum-filled belly pressed against the demon bear's hard, defined muscles. He could feel the telltale drool of warm cum dripping down his son's tail and onto his own thick shaft, and if Kota's hard, straining member was any indication, the young cub was certainly willing and ready for what was to come.

Without hesitating, the Captain gathered a bit of the hot boar cum into his paw and generously smeared it over Longstride's throbbing member, ensuring it was well-lubricated. Holding his son steady in his arms, Bearclaw guided the blunt tip of the stallion's cock towards Kota's eager and well-stretched hole, angling the two of them so that they aligned perfectly.

It was a bit awkward, trying to line up the two of them this way, but by hooking his big paws under Kota's legs and supporting him fully, Bearclaw was able to control the depth and angle of penetration. As he gently pushed Kota down onto the thick shaft, the Captain kept his keen red eyes locked onto Longstride's face, watching the expressions flit across his features as the stallion experienced the heat of Kota's young body.

Bearclaw was surprised to see a look of wonder and amazement cross the young horse's face, as if he had never felt anything quite like this before. Maybe Longstride really was a virgin, gauging by the incredulous expression and the shaky breaths that escaped his parted lips as his cock was enveloped by Kota's slick, warm, and incredibly stretched hole.

Doing his best to ignore the jealous expressions of the other crew members, Bearclaw focused his attention on helping his son pleasure Longstride. Supporting Kota's weight with his strong arms, the Captain gently bobbed his boy up and down the long, thick shaft, doing his best to angle it so that it would hit all the right spots inside his son's eager body. "That's it," he grunted, his voice filled with pride and desire. "Let my son feel that big horse cock."

Longstride's face bore the expression of someone on the verge of losing control, trying desperately to hold back a lifetime of pent-up need and desire. "It's too much, I'm gonna squirt," the young stallion warned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax.

"Don't you dare cum until you feel my son's balls against your own!" Bearclaw commanded, his voice filled with the tone of authority that brooked no arguments. He could see the strain on Longstride's face, his nostrils flaring, as he fought against his body's urge to release, but Riork knew that his son would be able to handle whatever the young horse had to give.

* * *

Kota buried his face deeper into his father's chest, taking a deep breath and inhaling that intoxicating scent of his father's musky body. As Longstride's big horse cock slid into his hole, Kota could feel the immense size and girth of the stallion stretching and filling him to his limits.

His hole felt so slippery, and the young horse seemed to slide inside him so easily that Kota couldn't believe how deep Longstride was going. Grunting uncontrollably with each thrust, the young cub lost himself in the sensations, feeling the delicious pressure of the well-lubricated cockhead as it pushed against his tight inner muscles. With his dad rocking his hips, Kota had no control over how fast or hard he was being fucked, but somehow, that made it feel all the more thrilling and intense.

Clutching his father's wide torso for support, Kota felt something give way inside him as Longstride's cock grazed past his boy button. Every time the horse bucked against him, his cockhead rubbed against that special spot, what his father called his prostate, sending tingles of pleasure and excitement shooting up into his hard little cocklet.

Kota wasn't exactly sure what the stallion meant when he said, "I can't hold it, I'm flaring!" But he could feel the horse's cock getting thicker inside him, pressing against his inner walls and making him feel even more full and stretched than before. His sore hole was stretched to its limits, not just in depth, but width as well. The tightness and intensity of the sensations was almost enough to send him over the edge.

As Longstride bucked and thrust into him, his cock hitting that special spot over and over, Kota felt himself get closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, his body trembling with the need to let go and give in to the pleasure that was building up inside him.

"I'm gonna cum!" Longstride grunted, his voice deep and animalistic. At the same time, Kota let out a soft mewl, echoing the same desperate desire to release.

"Don't you dare!" his father barked, using the commanding tone that a Captain would use when ordering his crew around. "Not yet." Kota wasn't sure who the command was directed at, himself or the horse’s, but he bit his lip, trying to hold back the tide of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm him.

Captain Bearclaw seemed to take note of the situation, and with a grunt of determination, he redoubled his efforts to push Kota's hips down, driving his son's ass hard against Longstride's upthrusting cock. It barrelled through that barrier he had felt before and he gasped in shock. With three hard pushes, the Captain forced the horse’s larger, thicker balls to smash up against Kota's much smaller nuts. The sharp pain of his scrotum getting smacked with the thick head of the equine's cock driving even deeper inside him knocked any thoughts of cumming right out of the young cub's mind. At least for the moment.

The stallion grunted, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts against Kota's ear as he cried out, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The young cub could feel his belly being pushed out even further, the massive load from the horse stretching his insides to their limits. Kota gasped in shock and pleasure, feeling the thick cock inside him getting even more swollen and engorged as the hot, creamy seed pushed upwards into his convulsing muscles, filling him up completely.

Kota whimpered softly, clinging to his father's broad shoulders for support as he felt his body being used and filled by the stallion's monumental orgasm. The intense sensation of being stuffed full of cum, combined with the overwhelming scent of his father's musk and the slick feel of Longstride's sweating body against his own, was nearly enough to send the young cub over the edge into blissful oblivion. 

Kota stood poised on the very edge of orgasm, his mind teetering between glorious pleasure and an uncomfortable emptiness. He felt like a captive, pushed to the very end of the plank with a pirate's sharp cutlass at his back, ready to fall into the deep, dark abyss below.

For what seemed like an eternity, he clung to that precipice, riding out the waves of sensation from the equine thrusting into his sore, stretched hole. Longstride grunted deeply as his cock was pulled from the cub's tight heat, the thick shaft dragging painfully across Kota's special spot and eliciting a strangled gasp from the young bolf cub.

Kota felt a single squirt of clear fluid jet out from his own straining cocklet as it ground against his father's furry belly, seeking friction and release. It wasn't exactly an orgasm, as it left him feeling even more on edge, his body crying out for relief and pleasure that was just out of reach. And as the horse pulled out of him completely, the young cub gasped at the sudden emptiness, feeling the slackness of his once tight hole. He attempted to clench it closed, but the splash of viscous fluid hitting the deck of the ship was a testament to how much cum gushed out of his now well-used body.

"Daddy!" Kota groaned, his voice strained with desire and need. "Fuck me. Breed me. I need your cock in me now!" He clawed at his father’s shoulders. The young cub couldn't take it anymore, and he was begging with every fiber of his being for his father to fill him up, to take away the painful emptiness and replace it with the thick, heavy presence of his massive cock.

* * *

Bearclaw's cock was drenched in horse cum when Longstride pulled out of his son's ass. He couldn't help but glance down at the horse's thick, sagging cock as the equine stumbled back. It was pretty impressive, especially with his cock head flared out nearly as thick as his own knot.

But he couldn't deny his son's desperate plea for his cock. He glanced over at the crowd of rutting pirates, seeing them all lost in their own desires and pleasures. Fang had knotted Scratch, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as he worked towards a second load. Bruiser and Tusker had Stench down on his knees, forcing the skunk to take turns sucking on their thick cocks. They were a mess of writhing bodies and tangled limbs, but Bearclaw knew they wouldn't be able to look away from the sight of him claiming his son.

He lifted Kota's tail to expose his son's gaping, dripping hole to the eager eyes of his crew. Ignoring their lustful stares, he focused his attention on gripping his own knot with one paw while holding Kota's tail up and wrapping his forearms around the boy to keep him close. "Let me show you how a real man fucks," he announced to his crew, his voice filled with pride and desire. Their eyes hungrily took in the sight of his massive cock lining up with Kota's sloppy, cum-dripping hole.

With a low growl, Riork thrust into his son's lax body, barely feeling any resistance as his tip easily penetrated past the rim. Kota was so loose after all the use he'd been put to, but that only made it all the more exciting for the demon bear. He had thought to go gently at first, but his son’s loose hole had already taken him quicker than he had ever managed before.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, my little cub. I’m going to fill you with my hot cum." Captain Bearclaw wasted no time in pushing half his cock into Kota's willing hole, determined to show his crew exactly how a real man takes what belongs to him. Kota melted into his chest with a satiated sigh, his young body eagerly accepting his father's thick cock.

Riork marveled at how easily he was able to slide into his son's body, knowing that this was as deep as he had ever been able to fuck Kota before. Late at night in their cabin, they'd practiced with gallons of olive oil, trying to get Kota used to the feeling of being filled by his daddy's massive cock, but with just over 15 inches of hard, knotted meat to work with, 8 inches was pretty good for an eight-year-old. One inch for each year of his life, he had joked. Most adults struggled to take as much with ease.

He let Kota's weight drag him down further, sinking in another five inches before he felt the walls of his son's loose hole closing tightly around him. "Daddy!" the cub cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as Bearclaw sank in deeper than he ever had before, touching parts of his son that had always been just out of reach.

"That's it, Kota. Feel your daddy's cock inside you." He hunched his hips, pressing deeper as he gently fucked his son's tail hole, taking great care not to hurt or damage him in any way. All the while, he whispered words of encouragement and love, telling the young cub just how much he meant to him. "This is the cock that made you."

Bearclaw briefly caught glimpses of the crew as they watched, their expressions a mix of awe, envy, and desire. But he was more focused on his boy now, his amazing, sexy boy. His thoughts were consumed by the feeling of his son's tight hole gripping and massaging his shaft, urging him on to claim what was rightfully his.

The demon bear moved his paw from Kota's tail to cradle his son's back, holding him securely as he bounced the boy up and down on his big, black knotted bear cock. He could feel each vein grinding against Kota's tight hole, stretching and reshaping the cub in ways that none of the other pirates had managed earlier.

He drove those five inches in and out, again and again, never letting his cock slip out more than half-way. Soon he was adding a sixth and finally a seventh inch beyond that halfway point, before he felt his knot starting to kiss against Kota's stretched out hole. The bulge of his knot kept kissing against Kota's stretched-out hole, teasing them both with the promise of what was to come.

His son cried out, begging for more, "Daddy, fuck me!", over and over again, desperate to feel his father's cock filling him completely. He didn't even try to grind against his son's prostate as he had done so many nights before. Bearclaw couldn't hold back his own moans of pleasure as he felt the tight heat of his son's body gripping his shaft, the sheer thickness of his cock rubbing against Kota's prostate in the most delicious way.

But even as his ball of flesh knocked on Kota's backdoor, desperately seeking entrance, the Captain knew it wasn't going to go in without a lot of force and their current position just wouldn't cut it. He backed away from his crew, awkwardly waddling over to the main mast with Kota still impaled on his cock, each step bringing him closer to finally knotting his boy and claiming him fully.

With his powerful arms, the Riork gently spun Kota around while continuing to fuck him, never breaking their intimate connection. The slick walls of his son's ass gripped him with almost painfully exquisite pleasure as his shaft was twisted about inside the cub. Holding Kota's cum-bulging tummy with one paw, he used the other to bring the young cub's paws up to grip the iron ring used to tie prisoners to the mast. He then looped some rope around Kota's wrists, securing them in place.

While inexperienced sailors might have struggled with one-handed ropework, Bearclaw had years of practice under his belt. Soon, Kota had his wrists and paws bound to the iron ring, more to help the cub maintain his grip than to truly imprison him. This would keep Kota in place while Bearclaw got to work on really pounding his son's hole.

Now with both paws free, he gripped the chubby little hips and pulled them back onto his thick cock even as he drove forward, using his own strength to set a rapid pace. "You're gonna take my knot soon, sweet boy," he promised, punctuating each word with a rough thrust that conveyed his desperate need to claim Kota's hole.

They must have been quite the pair. A giant of a bear, towering over 12 feet, pounding into the 4 foot small cub. As the massive demon bear and the small, young cub continued their passionate dance, the crew followed behind them, drawn by the hypnotic and erotic sight of an incestuous coupling between a father and son. Bearclaw knew that they were putting on quite the show, and he could feel the weight of their lustful gazes on his body. But he was too lost in the moment, too consumed by his need for Kota, to care about anything else but burying himself deep within his son's eager body.

"Do it, Daddy," Kota cried out, his voice strained as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Please. I need it."

Riork knew it wasn't going to be an easy feat. He had been brutally pounding his son's ass, but it was still just too tight for his massive knot, despite having been opened up by the rest of the crew. The Captain glanced down, his eyes widening at the sight of his knot, which seemed to be nearly as wide as the bolf's upturned backside.

But he couldn't give up now, not when they were both so close. With each powerful thrust, he could feel Kota's tight hole gripping and massaging his shaft, urging him on to claim what was rightfully his. It was a struggle, but Bearclaw was determined to give his son what he needed, thrusting in and pulling out again, the pink insides of Kota's hole gripping him tightly each time he withdrew.

As he continued to pound into the young cub, Bearclaw could see Kota's inner sleeve pulling out slightly with each pullout, only to be pushed back in when he shoved his cock back in, stretching and reshaping the sensitive tissue with each thrust. Seeing Kota tense up, the Captain reached under his own balls with one paw, cupping the musky, sweaty orbs before bringing his palm up to press against his son's face. "Get a good whiff of your daddy's sweaty balls," he growled, knowing how much the scent affected his son.

As Kota inhaled deeply, his body visibly relaxed as his senses were overloaded with the strong, masculine scent of his father's musk. Taking advantage of Kota's relaxed state, Bearclaw heaved his hips forward with all his might, shoving his massive knot past the tight rim of Kota's hole. When he breached past the halfway point, his son’s tail hole seemed to suck in the knot and it was finally seated deep inside his body.

Kota screamed into his father's palm, his body shuddering from the intense invasion as his ass was forced open beyond belief. The young cub's body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed full and knotted by his Daddy's huge cock, and he came undone in a powerful, intense orgasm, his immature, thin seed spurting out onto the deck and mixing with the wet sounds of his father's continued thrusting.

Riork shuddered as his cum erupted into his panting son's body, the sheer force of the torrent causing his seed to rush past the tight seal created by his knot. He threw his head back and gave a mighty roar, his deep voice echoing off the mast and into the sky above. It was easily the most powerful cum of his life, and Kota's swollen belly bore testament to the copious amounts of semen pouring into his body.

Riork gripped his son’s tummy, feeling his shaft through the furry flesh even as it bulged out bigger with his potent seed. But Bearclaw couldn't stop thrusting, even as his climax tore through him. It just felt too amazing, the tight heat of Kota's hole gripping his knot, that very knot that kept most of his virile cum locked deep inside his son's convulsing body.

The father and son pair were so wrapped up in their passionate embrace that they might as well have been the only two beings in existence. The rest of the ship, the crew, the sea, all seemed to fade away, leaving only the feeling of their flesh joining together in the most intimate of connections. Sure he could feel their eyes staring at their incestous bonding, could still smell their unwashed scent lingering in the air, but it didn’t matter. 

As Captain Riork slowly came back to reality, he noticed another change. The languid stench of musk withered away as he saw a stirring in the loose sails. The barest whisper of a breeze that fluttered at the grey-tinged canvas. It soon grew into a full on gust of wind. The flaccid fabric shuddered and swirled as the wind whipped them around.

"Get those sails set, you flea-infested beasts! We've got wind!" he bellowed, his voice snapping his crew back to attention.

The crew may have been slow to react, their minds still fogged with lust and desire, but they eventually got themselves pulled together into a working unit once more. They didn't bother with clothes at this point, and soon the deck was filled with shouts and cries as they rushed, naked and dicks bouncing, to get the ship ready to sail. Dangling ropes were tied down and sails were furled.

As the wind billowed the sails and the ship began to move with purpose once more, Captain Riork Bearclaw gently stroked his son's battered body, his powerful arms still wrapped around Kota's sweat-soaked form. His big paw caressed his son’s fully, bloated belly feeling the pregnant swell of his seed embedded deep within the cub. The wind seemed to swirl around them, leaving them untouched, as  if they were sheltered in a miasma of musk and lovemaking. 

He nuzzled the spot between Kota’s ears. He breathed in the scent of his boy mixed with his own odors. Then whispered softly in the boy's ear, he murmured the words that meant more to him than anything else in the world. More than all the treasure he had plundered his life as a pirate. "I love you, son."