Chapter Ship? What Ship?
I eye the man sitting under the staircase curiously, wondering how he found himself in this predicament.
Passed out on a ship with no trousers. It doesn’t seem like he has the best judgment, but as he looks up at me with a slight smirk on his lips, his dirty blond hair all askew, I feel as though I might not have the best judgment either.
“Cartwright Edersmith,” he says, reaching out a hand so I can help pull him to his feet. “At your service.”
I give him an appraising once-over as he stands tall before me and look him in the eye. “At my service, are you?”
His smile turns seductive, and he takes a step towards me, closing the gap between us. I can feel his huge erection pressed against me and I find myself aching to have it inside me.
I am glad that I chose to wear a dress, instead of the horrible grubby peasant clothes I found lying around the ship when I awoke here mysteriously.
He lifts me in his strong arms and drops me on a wooden table nearby, pushing my skirt up to my waist. I’m not wearing panties, because it’s olden times.
He climbs up onto the table and spreads my legs before plunging his throbbing member into my orifice. I let out a scream of pleasure and he says my name over and over as he keeps pounding me.
He fucks me so hard that I forget we’re stranded at sea on a ship full of zombies.
—Excerpt from “Ship? What Ship?” by @Carties4Ever