Little Sea Crab

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Swords, Blood, Possible SA.

"What's love without punishment? What's pleasure without pain?" The captain slapped Myon's ass again and stepped back to see the entire view.

"And where do you think you're going?" The captain turned around in his seat watching the star-crossed lovers sneaking past his office. In their hands were black packs and a sack of treasure. 

"Are you stealing from me?" The captain rises from his seat. 

Luke, the dark haired, tall, strong shoulder man unsheathed his sword from his hip. 

"We're leaving and you cannot stop us," he said, pointing his sword at the captain.

The captain smiled, his white teeth glowing in the dark. "Once I'm done with you, you'll regret ever betraying me." 

Luke shielded the redheaded kitchen staff, Myon, who clung to his side, even though Myon was taller than Luke. 

"Put your sword away, boy." The captain reached for his whisky flask and took a swing. 

"The only way we both can be happy is if you die. I see that now." Luke stepped further into the office. The moonlight streaked through the small window. The ship rocked, making a chair slide across the room. 

The captain stopped it with his boot. "If you think you can take me, then proceed." 

Luke let out a warcry as he charged forward, sword raised over his head, his eyes flashing red. 

The captain dodged easily, knocking the sword from Luke's hand and onto the floor. Luke tried to punch, but the captain threw a right hook to his neck, crushing his windpipe. 

Luke stumbled backwards. The captain swiped his legs, making Luke fall back into the chair. Before Luke could regain his balance, the captain took a rope hanging from the wall and bound Luke to the chair. 

Luke attempted to speak but all that came out was coughing and wheezing air. 

"Myon, my sweet sweet Myon." The captain turned to the freckle face, red head man. "Come to me." 

Luke attempted to shout, but his windpipe was slowly closing up. 

Myon shakily touched his sword. His chest rising and falling, his eyes set with fleeing confidence. 

Finally, Myon took out his sword and rushed the captain. 

With a hardy laugh, the captain slapped the sword out of his hand, taking Myon's arm and twisting it around his back. Bending his chest flat into the desk. 

"Myon," the captain said. "My love, do you really choose this pathetic fool over me?"

Myon jerked his pinned body. "You don't love me!" He said.

"But I do." The captain bent toward his ear. 

Myon's ass wiggled causing the captain's dick to jump. 

‘You don't hurt the people you love!" Myon said, breathing heavy. 

"But you love to be hurt." The captain yanked down Myon's pants revealing years of beautiful red handprints on his ass. 

Luke screamed which sounded like, Leave him. But nothing but gurgling blood replaced his words. 

The captain rubbed Myon’s ass, letting go of his hand. "Tell me now, my little sea crab. Can you see yourself not bending a knee to me?" The captain’s wide palm slapped Myon’s ass, causing a moan to slip from the redhead’s lips. 

Luke gurgled out, "Don't." 

But Myon had already gone submissive. His knees trembling, his but poked out begging to be touched. The captain smiled and placed yet another red print on the fat cheek of his ass. 

"What's love without punishment? What's pleasure without pain?" The captain slapped Myon's ass again and stepped back to see the entire view. Myon bent over on the captain’s desk like many times before. His legs spread, his dick already leaking precum. Watching Myon shiver, made the captain’s dick jump.

"If you really want to leave, my little crab, then leave. I won't stop you. But if you stay, I need you to beg for my forgiveness. On your knees, crawling to me.” 

Myon glanced at Luke, who sat in the chair pleading with his eyes. His upper body digging into the rope. Tears dripped down his cheek mixed with the blood on his chin.

Myon slowly rose from the desk, his pants pooled around his ankles. With a soft whisper, Myon mouthed "I'm sorry." 

On his knees he went, head bowed, palms resting on his thighs like the good little crab he was. 

The captain snapped his fingers. Myon crawled over, latching on to the captain’s thighs. The captain bit the bottom of his lip while he pulled out his hard dick. The captain grabbed a fist full of red hair and forced his dick into Myon’s mouth. Slob quickly coated his meat, causing the captain's eyes to roll back into his skull.

The little crab did what little crabs do best. 

He clamped down until blood squirted into his mouth. 

*** Little Sea Crab was inspired by a prompt given in my writer’s club for Smut Sunday*** 

(Ya favorite author is trying to step her smut game up lol)