Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

?She tried again "….". With great difficulty, she closed her lips unwillingly and stared wide-eyed as he penetrated her again.

However, instead of pounding her without constraint, Prince Wyatt plunged his cock into her vagina slowly, making sure the fear, shameful anticipation and apprehension Claire wanted to suppress were unearthed as he rampaged her insides for another round.

"Ah~~" "Ah~~" "Ah~~~" Claire moaned out in undiluted pleasure. Her body swung up and down with her back still cemented on the ground, as Prince Wyatt pistoned her pussy energetically.

"Pah" "Pah" "Pah" "Pah" "Pah"

Prince Wyatt said. "If you won't show me your true self after you tried to put me into some kind of plot, then I hope you don't mind being a slave…. for my most deviant desires". He extended his hands forward, grasping for the two breasts that swung up and down along with Claire's movement and gripped them tightly.

"~~UHh" Claire felt the sudden pain around her breast, but could not do anything more than moan out in the mixture of the pain and pleasure.

Pain and pleasure. Those were the only things she currently felt. The things that currently overrode her senses, and the only thing that made her feel like nothing in this world matters except -pain and pleasure.

"Pah" "Pah"

Prince Wyatt dragged up her thighs and rested them onto his shoulders before he pushed himself forward until his head was over Claire's own, and then, he continued to dine on the beauty below him.

The night was young, the woman below him was way older than him, screaming and moaning like a maiden experiencing her first time under the most callous hands.

But, he would not stop, until his sexual satisfaction is achieved.

Claire unconsciously tied her legs around him and moved her pussy to collide with his cock to fasten and sweeten the penetration.

"Ah~~" Prince Wyatt groaned in satisfaction.

…....

At the edge of the Cryptic Sea.

"Knock" "Knock".

"Come in" He chewed the food in his mouth properly. Lightly dropping the spoon on the plate as he watched the door slowly open.

A sigh unwillingly escaped his lips. "What is it now?" He asked his second-in-command, who has been behaving strangely and out of order for the past few days.

Of course, he knew the reasons for his rapid personality change, and because of that, it infuriated him to the extreme.

"I am yet to receive any news or reports from the 28th and 29th fleet concerning their success with retrieving lady Clara from Prince Wyatt's ship".

No matter how much Jerry had repeated the same statement, he still couldn't understand how the man always managed to retain the same emotion and enthusiasm in his voice.

"It's been only 6 days".

"Six days! Plus today, which means seven….." Jerry pointed out. "We have been waiting for any information from our fleets for seven whole days, Captain".

Yes, the reasons behind his concerns were understandable. But at the same time, they felt unreal. Too unreal….

"You know, I have never seen you this emotionally concerned with my plans before" He explained, picking up his spoon and using it to play with his food -a plate full of fried fish and a sauce of boiled rice.

"Yes, and I have every right to be since this is a very delicate part that needs to be fully overseen without faults for the rest of your plan to move smoothly" Jerry breathed out slowly, and explained.

"I know" He picked up the spoon and filled his mouth with the sauced rice. He allowed the silence to fill in the other space for him as he looked at the trembling Jerry.

"No, you don't" His second-in-command screamed at him unexpectedly.

"YOU DON'T KNOW CAPTAIN…. YOU DON'T!!" He stepped forward and pushed his food to the other side of the table.

And then, with a voice that imitated the low growl of a bestial animal ready to pounce on its prey, he continued "I have watched you rise from the legacy of your father….. I have watched you plot and plan, and do everything in your power to divert and contain the wreckage that Captain Davy had brought upon your father, you and your entire family…. You do not sleep properly unless you are sure your plans are perfected, and neither do you even possess the urge to eat if any of your plans critically deviate from what you have already laid out!!!".

He turned to his dinner which has tilted to the other side of the table and landed on the ground amidst Jerry's outburst.

He suppressed the grand mix of irritation and annoyance surging deep within him and asked, "What are you getting at?" He stared at the man rampaging in front of him.

Although it was unfortunate, he would have never imagined that his second in command would go this far, all because of a woman.... A woman.

Do men not understand that above all things, the only thing capable of strengthening or weakening them is a woman?

The best way for a man to abstain from one is to never fall for his primal urges and become a man who values no one else -within the earth or in heaven more than himself.

He knows that… And so, he had kept such a commandment for himself to follow. More so, the only reason Jerry had been by his side all through these years, even though his various failures and disappointed, was all due to his personal ---

Sentiments.

Jerry straightened his back. His hands formed tighter into a fist, and he narrowed his eyes at him. "Captain…." His lips trembled. "…Captain, are afraid of Prince Wyatt?" Jerry asked.

"BAM"

The table broke in half. The air in front of the two of them was cleanly parted aside by his blade, and the only thing in front of his vision was a dark sharp blade filled with various inscriptions.

"You have seen me bathe my sword in the blood of many" Captain Crimson eye said, calmly and coldly. "Tell me, what differentiates you from them?".

He hesitated. Captain Crimson eye saw. He felt. The transient indecision. The tenseness in his body, and the heaviness upon his lips.

"Sentiments" He added. "Sentiments Jerry…" He kept his blade down, seating the tip upon the floorboard below him. "Without my sentiments for you, you would have been fed to be Dipper Snake after your third or fourth mistake".

He watched as Jerry grind his teeth upon the other. His emotions were understandable, but the reasons that slowly tied to the image of a woman he knew well and remembered were unjustifiable.

"Damn it!" Jerry cursed out loudly, without restraints. He raised his head and fixated his eyes back on him. "This is not about me Captain, this is about you".

The irony of the statement was funny enough to put a smile on Captain Crimson eye lips.

"Just a few days ago, you didn't care if Prince Wyatt was dead, and would do anything just to get back Lady Clara, who is a very important piece for your plans to work out smoothly, but, now…." His second in command steeled his hardened expression until veins were lined upon his forehead. "…now you are rather indecisive on whether or not you would want to attack Prince Wyatt and risk offending him, or choose to seat back and see if he takes up your offer or not?".

Captain Crimson eye eye's widened before he sighed in understanding. "So this is what this is all about?" He finally understood the logic for his outburst.

"Yes Captain, this is what it is all about." Jerry's tone grew sharper "How can you… the leader of the Crimson Blackeye crew be afraid of a Banished Prince?".

Captain Crimson eye corrected. "The Banished Prince of one of the greatest Human Empire in Tharcania"

Jerry bit back. "Still he…." But his words were immediately cut short.

"Still what?" He pressed back. "…The rumoured stupid, incompetent and spineless Banished Prince of the Endossa Empire -Prince Wyatt..... Remember that was also what we also thought of him. A man with barely enough competence to be a leader, and a Pirate who couldn't even pick his own crew, and relied on some group of sea slaves.... Can you remember that it was our very first thought whenever we heard his name and read his information that we had bought from 'Who Knows Who'"

"Or better yet, let me put it in your own words, a man without a throne, a crown, and an empire. A bastard who possesses no connection to the imperial family. An empty shell of his former self with only a beautiful ship to his name" He kept his still-standing sword by the side of his chair and folded his hands beside his chest as he looked at his Second in command.

He continued "And yet when we first saw the so-called Banished Prince, What did we see?". ƒ𝗿e𝘦𝚠𝗲𝚋n𝚘ν𝙚𝗹.𝑐o𝙢

Jerry was silent.