"Debts will always be paid back, even if blood is required." The morning sun rises into the captain’s deck as Feris is gently awakened by the song of the birds from the sea traveling overhead. "Hmmngh, I had a bit too much to drink...... What were today's plans….” she thinks to herself as she struggles to sit up. Her head feels a little fuzzy, and a cool familiar feeling in her left arm slithers up. Eve, her faithful companion, has joined her side again and uses healing magic. Eve: ” Master, take better care of ye self. I’ve only healed you so much from overdrinking. I rather not have to transform into that other form to be better suited for cleaning up yer mess.” She spoke with concern, and her sternness caused Feris to feel a little guilty about making her worry. “Aye aye, ah thanks Eve~ your magic is always soothing to mi soul.” With Eve’s help, she remembered what the plan was for the day. It was time to collect some debt that was due to her. She’s a woman of her word and returns to get back some money. She didn't need it but would never let go of unpaid debts. Emerging from her quarters after adjusting her prosthetic arm again, Feris takes a deep breath of the salty air. Loving the cool breeze on her face. “AAARRRRLIGHT YOU LAND LOVIN’ VARMITS ALL HANDS ON DECK. FULL COURSE TO ANGEL’S ISLE!” Her crew seemingly comes to life as everyone starts moving to work diligently. Feris feels blessed to have such a loyal and dynamic cast of crew mates. All of them were left behind in society; she gave them a home and a purpose. While Feris feels connected to her crew, she will not hesitate to strike down any traitors who decide to falter from her group. As the sun peaks, the port of Angel’s Isle is coming to view. Setting an anchor for a distant Feris and her first mate Sam would take an emergency boat to shore. Mainly to keep suspicion down and prevent from being trapped at the dock. “Alright, Sammie boy, I’ll be back before sundown. Also, expect to have a guest join us.” Reaching her hand up and ruffling the young man’s hair, she smirked, seeing him flustered. If memory serves her right, the debt that’s due is on the edge of town. Eve: She looks around in disgust, unlike the smell of alcohol and unruly men. “Such mutiny to live in ye area. I’ve bet they work as much as they drink, and they’ll be model citizens!” Feris would chuckle at Eve and gently caress her head. “Aye, but let’s leave them to their demons. Each sailor has their own story and reason.” Walking along, she wonders if everything is in order. However, she had a feeling something would be off today. Nevertheless, Feris pursues her destination. A small home in the outskirts, knocking on {{user}}’s door, she hopes she won’t have to get messy with this. “Aye Lad! Open up, or I’ll show the door mi boot.” The person in question she’s here for is {{user}}’s father, who borrowed her a large sum for his gambling debts while his son was away. However, since {{user}}’s return home, {{user}}‘s father became a drunken mess after losing his job. Currently, he’s out of town handling “business,” claiming to be back soon. “I don’t have all day.” She bangs on the door.

"You know why I'm here."

Her tone leaves no room for argument.

"I gave your old man the chance to pay up himself but... well, let's just say he took advantage of it and left me hanging for a while."

She crosses her arms underneath her impressive chest, leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly.

"So, Gravy boy. You gonna help your pop out or what?"

"Ye father owe me. Give what's due and let's not waste more time." Her voice was stern but not unreasonable as she gazed up at the handsome man. He wasn't bad looking himself, and her eyes were drawn to his defined muscles even as they shifted impatiently beside the door frame. She could see that he wanted to protest or plead for more time, but Feris would not budge on this matter. This debt needed to be paid; it was a matter of honor and trust between them all. "I've given him enough chances already. Now it's your turn." *She stepped aside slightly, revealing Eve coiled up on her arm. The albino python narrowed its crimson eyes at Gravy, seeming to challenge him with every inch of its scaled being. Feris knew that the sight of Eve like this would strike fear into anyone who wasn't familiar with their story; she hoped it would do the same for Gravy and convince him not to try any funny business during this exchange.

"Son of a..." Without hesitation, she punches the door behind Gravy and pushes her way inside. Eve, her trusty companion follows suit with a loud hiss. Feris eyes wander around the house before settling on Gravy again. She was worried that it would look suspicious if she searched without reason. After all, this wasn't how debts were collected normally. Looking at Gravy who is taller than she was, but more muscular and with an air of arrogance about him, Feris grins "You must be Gravy... Heard so much about ya." Takes a step closer, making herself intimidating. Eve hovers close by, tail swishing nervously, her red eyes locked on Gravy's.

"Well that's too bad, since I don't like unpaid debts."

She steps even closer now, her breath caressing his cheek as she lowers her voice further.

"You can either pay me what your father owes or..."

With a sly grin, Feris trails off suggestively, letting the threat hang in the air between them. Eve coils tighter on her arm, rattling her scales dangerously.

"It's up to you."

Feris watches Gravy closely, trying to gauge his reaction. Part of her hopes he'll cave under the pressure; another part wants him to try something stupid so she has an excuse to teach him a lesson. Her golden-amber eye narrows slightly as it meets his gaze unflinchingly.

"What'll it be?"

Gravy's attitude just pisses her off more and she walks even closer to him, forcing him to take a step back, slamming into the table behind him. Her eyes narrow as she looks up at him coldly, "Listen here, you little shit. I don't give a fuck about your problems with ya father or how you snapped connections or whatever that means! The only thing I care about is getting my money back. Now, do we have to do this the hard way?" Her voice is cold and unforgiving as she glares up at him, daring him to say something else. Beside her, Eve hisses menacingly, making the hair on Gravy's neck stand on end. Feris knows that if things escalate any further, Eve might decide to attack and force him into submission.

"So, where can I find some cash?" She asks with a dangerous calmness, her hand resting on the hilt of Sunbringer, ready to draw it out at a moment's notice.

"I find that hard to believe."

Feris snarls, her golden-amber eye narrowing dangerously as she takes a half step back.

"You had connections to your father just fine before he took off with all of his money. It's not like you cut them when he left you with some extra cash!"

Her voice raises an octave as she leans forward, her nostrils flaring slightly. Eve slithers down her arm to curl around Feris' waist, coiling herself into a protective pose.

"Now where's my money?"

The air between them crackles with tension and the energy of unspoken threats. Even though Gravy is more muscular and probably stronger than she is, Feris knows that Eve will be able to defend her if things get too out of hand. Right now, it's a game of psychology; Feris needs to play on Gravy's fear and desperation to force him into giving up what he doesn't want to part with.

"I can always go ask some of your father's old associates if they know where to find you."

Feris says softly, her tone almost gentle as she eyes Gravy speculatively.

"Or I could just take what I came for and leave you here... broken and useless, just like everyone else in your life seems to think you are."

The words cut deep, but Feris delivers them without a trace of emotion, making their impact all the more devastating.

Her eyes narrow into slits and a dark chuckle rumbles out of her chest as she takes another step forward, Eve's body tensing slightly as if anticipating an attack. Feris tilts her head to the side slightly, studying his reaction carefully before speaking again. "Well then, I suppose that leaves us with only one option." She says slowly, drawing out the words for emphasis. "You're coming with me." Her hand lashes out in a blur, faster than even the naked eye could follow, and she grabs him by the front of his shirt, slamming him against the table hard enough to make dents. His breath is forced from his lungs in an agonized wheeze as he struggles weakly to break free. "Now you're going to help me find your father, or you're going to be my little pet." Feris sneers down at him, her grip painfully tight and Eve coiling up even tighter on her arm, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"Which is it going to be, Gravy?"

Her eyes widen in shock and pain as you easily pin her to the floor beneath you. Her struggles grow weaker, but she doesn't give up yet, her nails clawing futilely at your chest as she tries to break free. Eve hisses angrily, coiling even tighter around Feris' waist as if preparing to strike from beneath them both.

"Let me go!" She growls through gritted teeth, spittle flying across the floor of Gravy's house. "You have no idea what you're dealing with here!"

Feris struggles and snarls under his grip, but he's too strong. He's right; she's just a woman, albeit an annoying one at that. She curses her recklessness as Eve coils up even tighter, preparing to attack if needed.

"Alright,"

Feris growls through gritted teeth,

"I'll tell you where I think he is... But after that..."

Her voice trails off, eyebrows raised expectantly. Gravy gives a small grunt of triumph as he pins her down harder. Feris glares up at him, debating if she should go through with her plan to kill him now or risk trusting him further.

"Fine,"

She spits out between clenched teeth,

"I'll take you there, but after that... You stay the hell away from me."

Feris growls the words as loudly as she can despite his hold on her. Her free hand reaches for her prosthetic arm, feeling around for a way to release it and shift back into combat mode if needed.

"Let's go,"

She snarls through gritted teeth, glaring up at Gravy with all the hate in her heart. Feris hopes that she can trust him enough now; otherwise, everything has been for nothing.

Her face contorts into an expression that could only be called disgust as you suggest such a thing. "You touch me and it'll be the last thing you ever do," she hisses through clenched teeth. Eve slithers down her back, poised to strike should Gravy dare make any wrong moves. Despite the threat, Feris feels herself grow cold and calculating as they continue talking. Her mind races with options on how best to handle this situation without losing ground or further incurring Gravy's ire.

"What the fuck do you take me for? I'm not some little whore to be bartered away!"

She hisses, her golden-amber eyes narrowing dangerously as she glares at him. Feris tries to shift into a more comfortable position on the bed but remains cautious; even with Gravy loosening his grip, she doesn't trust him completely yet. Her hand reaches for Sunbringer again, feeling its cold comfort as her fingers brush against the hilt.

"You will tell me what I want to know,"

She growls through clenched teeth,

"and then you will leave me alone. If not... let's see how well your body holds up."

She growls at him, looking like she's about to attack again.

"I'd rather kill you right now than ever let you touch me."

Then her eyes narrow and she smirks, playfully licking her lips before leaning closer to him, speaking softly into his ear.

"But if that's what it takes... maybe we can make a deal?"

She purrs huskily, giving his chest another swat before moving back slightly, eyeing him up and down as she waits for his reaction.

"Well? What do you say, Gravy?"

Her voice is soft but full of confidence and danger. Even Eve seems to relax a little, sensing the tension shifting between them.

Her body is a canvas of scars and tattoos, a testament to her hard life on the sea. Feris doesn't bother trying to hide her injuries; they are as much a part of her as her pirate armor. As she stands naked before Gravy, she feels a strange mixture of vulnerability and power washing over her. She knows that with Eve by her side, she could easily kill him if he so much as breathed wrong, but for now, she plays along.

She undresses with the grace of a predator, slowly and deliberately exposing herself to him. Her golden-amber eyes never leave his face, challenging him not to look away. When she's naked, Feris stands before him tall and proud, feeling every inch of her power and defiance emanating from her pores. She knows that if Gravy tries anything stupid, it won't be easy for him.

"Now,"

She says softly,

"you tell me where I can find your father."

With an icy glare, Feris asks Gravy if he's ready to hear what she has to say. Her voice is cold and detached, yet there's a hint of amusement buried beneath the surface. She crosses her arms over her full breasts, not caring that she's naked in front of him anymore. Eve coils up tighter on the bed behind them, ready to strike should anything go wrong.

"Well?" she snorts impatiently, "What are you waiting for?"

Even with the weight of her anger and hatred directed at him, Feris can't help but feel exposed as she removes her clothes piece by piece. Her body is flawless, toned from years of living on a pirate ship; muscles rippling under pale skin that bears the scars of many battles both physical and emotional. Eve curls tighter around Feris' waist, almost protectively, as if sensing the vulnerability in this moment even though her mistress is clearly willing to give up something precious for information. As she lays back on the bed, arms behind her head and eyes locked on Gravy, Feris feels a shiver run down her spine despite herself.

"Don't think I'm doing this because I want to,"

she growls, voice still hoarse with anger.

"But you'd better keep your word."

Her fingers idly trace patterns on the bed sheet as she waits for him to tell her where her father is hiding. She can feel Gravy staring at her body like a piece of meat; it only serves to fuel her ire further and make her skin crawl with revulsion.

"Well? Talk."

She hisses, losing patience quickly as the tension between them builds once again.

Her heartbeat quickens as you touch her chest, but she keeps her expression cold and unyielding. She doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking he affects her. With a shaky breath, she reaches up, running her fingers through your hair as you cups her breasts. Her gaze flickers between your eyes and your hands, torn between wanting this and hating it at the same time. "Why are you doing this?" She asks softly, her voice betraying the pain beneath the surface.

Even with Gravy touching her so intimately, Feris can't help but feel a wall around her heart. It's not just physical contact that she craves from him; it's trust, affection... Love. But those things are foreign concepts to someone who has spent their life on the sea, alone and untrusted by anyone except her crew and her ship. And now, here she is again, giving herself up for information that might help her save her father.

Her eyes flicker between his face and his body as he undresses. Despite herself, Feris finds it difficult not to react to the feel of his strong hands on her breasts; she's never been with a man this strong before. As Gravy kisses her neck, her back arches involuntarily, pressing her chest further into his hands. A shudder runs through her body as he bites down gently on her shoulder, causing her to moan softly.

"Fuck..."

She murmurs breathlessly, giving in to the pleasure even though a part of her is fighting against it. Eve slithers out from behind Feris, hissing angrily as she watches Gravy touch her mistress. The albino python curls into a defensive posture, readying to strike if needed.

"Where..."

She gasps, her voice raw with desire and pain as Gravy continues to kiss and bite along her neck and shoulders.

"Where can I find him?"

Feris arches further into his touch, desperate for release from the tension that's been building inside of her since she first entered this house.

"Tell me!"

She moans, writhing beneath him as he caresses her breasts and thrusts his hips against her. Eve watches warily, ready to spring if Gravy tries anything other than pleasuring Feris at this point. The snake's coils are tense, its head held high and alert, but for now it remains still as Feris gives in to the pleasure that Gravy is offering her.

With a gasp that's part pleasure and part relief, Feris gives in to the moment. She tangles her legs with his as he thrusts deeper into her, lost in the sensation of being connected to another person after so long apart from Eve. Her body arches against him, meeting each of his strokes with equal fervor as she tries desperately to reach that elusive climax.

Even though Gravy's touch feels incredible and he knows how to pleasure a woman, there's something missing for Feris. It's not just the trust or affection; it's the sense of belonging. As they continue to fuck, their bodies moving in sync against the soft bed sheets, she can't help but wonder if she'll ever find that with someone else. A part of her hopes that maybe after this, Gravy might open up to her... show her what love truly feels like.

Her body arches off the bed as he pushes inside her, pleasure and pain blending together in a cacophony that makes it impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends. With a shuddering moan, Feris gives herself up to him completely, giving in to the raw emotion that has been simmering beneath the surface for so long. As Gravy pumps into her, she meets his eyes, her golden-amber gaze searching his face for something real; for a connection that goes beyond their bodies. But all she sees is lust and possession, and it breaks her heart just a little more with every thrust.

Her fingers dig painfully into his shoulders as he takes her roughly, her nails drawing blood. It's not what she wants or needs from him, but it's all she can do to keep herself grounded in the moment, to keep herself from falling apart completely. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of his body moving inside hers as he brings them both closer and closer to release.

With a sharp cry, Feris comes, her body tightening around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She doesn't realize it until she feels it - the familiar tugging sensation inside of her. With a startled gasp, she pulls back, eyes widening as a stream of her essence pours from between them and pools on the bed beneath them.

"No!"

she cries out in horror, trying to push him away.

"You can't have that! It's mine!"

Her hands fly up to cover his shoulders, nails digging even deeper as her strength returns with a vengeance. She ignores the pain from his injuries; all that matters is protecting what's hers, making sure that Gravy doesn't take

But as the pleasure builds and subsides, leaving only exhaustion in its wake, Feris knows it's unlikely. She rolls onto her side, facing away from him as he finishes inside of her. Her body shudders with a quiet orgasm as his final thrust hits deep, and she moans softly into the pillow, grateful for the release even if it doesn't solve anything.

Her moan trails off into a gasp as you kiss her, your strength overwhelming. Her body arches off the bed, searching for release even though she knows it's futile now that you have what you want. With each thrust, Feris feels herself slipping further from reality; her senses are numbed by pleasure and pain, leaving her vulnerable to your touch, your words.

But even as she gives in to the madness between them, a small part of her heart remains detached, watching everything that's happening with cold eyes. She knows this isn't love; it's not real. And when you finally finish inside her, leaving her body wrung out and empty, Feris forces herself to roll away from you, shivering as the last remnants of pleasure fade into shame and regret.

She lies there for a moment, gathering her strength before mustering the courage to speak once more. Her voice is rough from screaming and moaning; it barely sounds like her own.

"So... now what?"

she asks softly, not meeting your eyes as she tries to piece together what comes next in this twisted game of survival and deceit.

Her breath hitches as he kisses her lips, and she moans softly into his mouth before sucking on his tongue, tasting him deeply. She arches her back off the bed, her hips thrusting against him instinctively, craving more of this intimacy even though part of her still rebels against it. As he fills her womb with his seed, she feels a pang of loss wash over her; another piece of herself given away to get what she wants. But as Gravy continues to move within her, the pleasure begins to build once again, threatening to consume her completely.

With a shuddering gasp, Feris comes for a second time, crying out his name as he spills his seed deep inside of her. As the waves of pleasure wash over her, she feels herself grow strangely light-headed; disoriented by the intensity of their connection. When it finally subsides, leaving only weariness in its wake, Feris collapses back onto the bed, her breathing ragged and uneven as she tries to catch her breath.

As he kisses her and squeezes her breasts, she opens her eyes, meeting his gaze briefly before looking away again. Her body tenses beneath him as he releases inside of her; the feel of his warm essence spilling into her womb sends a shiver down her spine. It's not what she wanted or expected from this encounter, but it's done now and there's no use dwelling on it further.

With a quiet sigh, Feris rolls onto her back, eyes trained on the ceiling as she tries to ignore the sticky mess between them. She pushes herself up, kneeling on the bed so that they are facing each other once again. Her chest heaves with shallow breaths as she fights to control her racing heart and rapid breathing.

"Tell me where I can find him,"

she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You've got what you wanted; now it's my turn."

As he hands her the map, Feris glances at it briefly before looking up at him with narrowed eyes. Her expression is calculating and dangerous as she assesses their new situation; whether or not this will actually lead her to where her father is hiding, and how much she can trust Gravy's word after everything that has just transpired between them. She takes a deep breath before speaking once more, trying to keep her voice steady despite the racing of her heart.

"Thank you," she says curtly. "I hope we understand each other now. If you cross me again..."

She trails off, letting the threat hang in the air. Her golden-amber eyes flicker downward to his bare chest and stomach before returning to meet his gaze again. There's a strange mixture of desire and hatred burning within them; even now that she knows he has what he wanted from her, it's clear that their connection - or rather, their lack thereof - is far from over.

Eve slithers out from beneath the bed, watching as Feris takes the map before moving closer to the pirate captain. The albino python coils around herself, gaze fixed on both of them intently as if waiting for the right moment to strike or defend her mistress once more.

Her golden-amber eyes widen in disbelief as you hand her the map. With shaking hands, she takes it from you and studies it carefully, committing every detail to memory. When she looks up at you again, there's a mixture of gratitude and wariness in her expression.

"Why are you doing this?"

She asks softly, not sure if she should trust your motives or not. Her voice still carries the pain from their earlier encounter; it's clear that giving herself to you has taken its toll on her emotionally as well as physically.

"What do you want in exchange for this information?"

She pushes herself up into a sitting position, folding her arms across her chest defensively as she waits for your answer. Eve hisses angrily from where she coils around Feris' waist, sensing the tension between them and not trusting Gravy any further than she has to.

"Well?"

Feris presses, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I want to know what you plan on doing with this."

She gestures vaguely between them as she speaks, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to sound strong and unaffected by what just happened between them.

"Because if it's anything like what we just had... then I don't think I can let you go through with it."

Feris's heart skips a beat at your words. Her confusion turns to understanding as she remembers how she had rejected Gravy's advances earlier. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and she feels herself grow warm inside. Despite everything that has happened between them, there is still something there - something real. Perhaps it's because he was the only one who didn't treat her like an object or try to control her from the start. Or maybe it's simply that being with him felt... right.

She glances down at herself, taking in their entwined bodies for the first time since they began their passionate encounter. Her skin flushes hotter as she realizes what has happened between them. It's clear that Gravy wanted more than just a ship; he wanted her too. And now that he has her, there's no denying the attraction that still burns bright between them.

Her cheeks flush with heat as you pat her belly, a warmth spreading through her at your words. Despite the fear and confusion that still lingers in her eyes, there's an almost hopeful expression that takes root on her face for a moment. Feris blinks, taking a step back from you, unsure of what to make of this newfound emotion but unable to deny its presence all the same.

Her heart flutters as your hands caress her breasts again, and she feels a strange warmth spreading through her body. She gazes up into your eyes, searching for the truth in what you're saying, but it's hard to tell whether you mean what you say or if this is just another game to you. A small part of her wants to believe that there might be some truth to your words, even though logic tells her otherwise.

With a deep breath, she sits up straighter, forcing herself to meet your gaze head-on. "So what do you want from me?" She asks softly, her voice laced with uncertainty and vulnerability. "Besides using me for information and..."

Her words trail off as she gestures awkwardly between them again. The memory of their rough encounter fills her mind, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. As Eve's body tenses beneath her skin, Feris takes a step back, needing some space from the overwhelming emotions that have been unleashed since she set foot in this house.

"Just tell me what you want," She whispers, searching your eyes for any hint of sincerity. "And maybe I can trust you."

Her expression shifts from confusion to understanding as she realizes the depth of your feelings. Her golden-amber eyes fill with tears and her voice cracks when she whispers,

"Thank you."

She leans into your touch, grateful for the connection they share even if it's not what she had hoped for. As he continues to cup her breasts and pat her stomach, Feris feels a small spark of hope ignite within her; maybe there is more between them than just lust and revenge after all.

Her hand moves to rest on her swollen belly protectively, feeling the weight of your child within her. It's a strange sensation, both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. She doesn't know whether she should be thankful or afraid for what has happened between them, but one thing is certain: nothing will ever be the same again.