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Barbie groaned, the bones in her knees aching as she leaped from the dingy, onto the gangplank. The old wood creaked beneath her boots but held firm as Sallie May followed behind her, landing with a thump by Barbie’s side.
“Woo!” Sal cheered, slapping the cargo slung over her strong shoulders. “That was one slippery customer, but we got his ass. Gimme some skin, sister!”
She beamed, holding her hand up for Barbie to slap but Barbie just groaned again, knocking the heel of her hand against her skull to force some of the salty water still clogging up her ears out. “If we ever see another graggle swamp, it’ll be too soon. I’ll be scrubbing bog muck outta my crack for weeks.”
Sal snorted and dropped her hand as the two of them strolled along the lip of the ship bobbing lazily in the calm waves. The picturesque ocean glittering in the setting sun was a far cry from the last few weeks they’d spent on land, trudging through dense swamp in search for the very cut-throat that was now trussed up in a raggedy blanket over Sal’s shoulder, a sizeable hole through his skull, curtesy of Barbie’s pistol. Those days of lugging their feet through squelching mud and nights of sleeping in hollowed trees, getting gnawed on by ants and termites had tested Barbie but she was made of more than enough mettle to stick it out. The number of desolate shitholes she and Sal had ventured through during their years as mercenaries was too long to count and had thickened their skin more than a couple rough nights ever could.
And all of that had been before they’d stumbled across a saloon one fateful night, caught the eye of a cashed-up imp in need of muscle, and set sail across the seas. Having a wealthy patron and a nicely furnished ship to sleep on had its benefits.
As did some comfort at the end of a rough day.
Just as they were nearing the cut-out leading below deck, a figure poked its head over the bow and called out the two of them.
“Well, I say, I say! Lookie what the tide dragged in?”
Barbie tipped her head back to see their esteemed goofball of a leader, Captain Wally Wackford, grinning down at them. His curly moustache seemed to have grown an extra six inches since the last time Barbie had seen him. Either that, or the swamp muck had soaked into her brain.
Wally vaulted over the railing and swung down to their level, a thick rope tied to the central mast in one hand, his sparkling cane topped with a jewel Sallie May had pilfered from a rival pirate ship a few months ago in the other. He landed lightly on his pointed shoes between them, instantly zipping around Sal, poking and prodding at her curious cargo with the butt of his cane.
“Back from that daring, dastardly mission already, ladies?” he asked, face scrunching up at the dark stains spattered all across them, some of it blood, some of it dirty swamp water, some of it stuff Barbie didn’t want to remember. “Ohoo! And it looks like you brought back more than some booty.”
“Relax, Wal,” Sal drawled, rolling her eyes. “This punk’s gonna fetch us one pretty penny when we touch down in Spectral Shallows. What’s a lil’ grime in this line a’ work? Right, Barb?”
“Uh huh, sure,” Barbie muttered, pushing her way past Sallie May and Wally. The longer she stood out there, baking under the sun, the more her skin itched with the urge to move. She didn’t have time to fuck around, twiddling her thumbs when she had the tastiest chest of buried treasure waiting for her below deck. “Thanks, Captain.”
Behind her, Barbie heard Wally sputter before putting on his unaffected presenter’s tone.
“Well, now that you two top notch crooks are back on board, we can set sail! Good thing too. Our siren was getting mighty antsy, I say, I say.”
Sal let out a hearty laugh and called after Barbie’s retreating back. “Yeah, go settle your woman, will ya?”
Barbie ignored them, her scalp steaming, as she trudged into the ship. Instead of ascending the steps to her own room that shared a wall with Sal, she tromped down the steps, deeper into the hull. This far down, she could easily imagine the heavy pounds of water on all sides of her, the sea rocking the worn planks beneath her boots. The dark, murky halls weren’t exactly what she’d signed up for when she’d left land behind to embark on a life of sea-faring and swash buckling with Sal—the open expanse of the glittering ocean and the warmth of the sun had been her biggest calls. Well, that and a whole lotta cash—but she was willing to put up with it.
Barbie reached the door and didn’t even bother to knock, instead kicking the door in and stomping inside, her eyes immediately flicking about the room. The floor sloped down from dry wood to a pool of salty water that lapped at her boots. The roof and walls were adorned with jars containing bulb plants, lighting up the space in glowing hues of soft pink and yellow. The flowers were something they had to buy in bulk whenever they dropped anchor near a major city, sometimes to light the deck at night but mainly for one particular subterranean bedroom. Between the jars were posters, crafts of fishing wire and netting, all woven together with the various trinkets pilfered from rival pirate ships they’d invaded during their travels. All of that was dressing for Barbie, who was more concerned with finding-
“What’s that look for? You’ve only been back five minutes and you’re already pissed? Why am I not surprised?”
Barbie spun around to see a giant clam emerge from the other end of the pool, sea water rushing off its pearly-white surface in a gentle cascade. The shells opened up and revealed a finger lounging languidly on the cushioned inside, a tail of pink scales flicking back and forth behind her.
Verosika smirked at Barbie and wiggled her fingers in greeting. “Hey, hot stuff. How’d the mission go?”
“Shit,” Barbie instantly shot back, shucking her heavy jacket. It fell to the floor in a heap, leaving spatters of mud on Verosika’s shiny floors. “I mean, we got the guy and everything but ugh. That’s the last time I let Sal talk me into some mission on a swamp island. There were crabs everywhere.”
Verosika scrunched her face up at Barbie’s soiled coat but kept smiling as she pulled herself towards the lip of the clam on her stomach. “Aw, poor baby. Why don’t you come on over here and bitch at me some more?”
She stuck her lip out in an exaggerated pout and Barbie scowled. She didn’t appreciate the baby talk. Especially when she and Sal had been hauling ass through a bog, cutting through vines and rotten trees ‘til their palms were raw from the grips of their machetes, and Verosika had been lazing away on the ship, singing diddies to passing sailors and fucking around.
“Fine,” Barbie grunted, bending over to tug at her laces. “But only ‘cause you’re asking.”
“Mhm. Sure,” Verosika drawled, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
A moment later she was sliding off the edge of her clam and into the pool. It was supposedly only a few feet deep but Barbie didn’t buy that. Wally must’ve gotten the ship spelled with some kind of space-bending charm to give the little fish some more swimming room. Verosika doubtless would’ve argued it was only fair, given all the solid surfaces everyone else had to walk on. Barbie’s solution? Tie Verosika to the bow of the ship with a leash and let her swim alongside them.
This suggestion had been met with a perfume bottle lobbed at her head.
Now, Barbie watched the shape of Verosika glide under the water, her hair billowing about her like an extra fin, her tail carrying her across the room with a few easy flicks. A moment later her horns were breaching the surface, followed by the rest of her. Verosika was always beautiful—big fuckin’ shock there. She literally used her beauty and enticing voice to lure fuckwits to their deaths, but Barbie thought she was especially gorgeous when wet. She flicked her pale hair back from her face, the fuchsia skin of her throat dripping with stray droplets that disappeared into her cleavage. Barbie wanted to lap them all up, trace those paths with her tongue until her face was buried in Verosika’s tits. They were just begging for attention after all, straining against the sheer fabric of her shirt. The mesh was so thin, Barbie could make out the shape of her nipples poking out and the dark areolas around them.
Verosika smirked, dragging herself onto the slanted lip of the floor, her tail flicking droplets back and forth behind her. She crooked a finger at Barbie and purred, “Well? Come take a load off, sailor.”
Barbie kept a straight face as she tugged her boots off, tossed them aside and made her way to the water’s edge, even as part of her longed to cannonball into the water and rip Verosika’s shirt open. Possibly with her teeth.
“Okay,” was all she said as she sat down and stretched her legs out, rolling her paths up until she could soak her hooves in the water.
“There we go,” Verosika said smoothly, running her hands up Barbie’s hooves to grip at her ankles. She rubbed her thumbs into the sharp jut of her bone, easing the tension Barbie had been carrying around with her for days. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”
“Uh huh,” Barbie breathed, eyes glued on the low V-cut of Verosika’s shirt. It really wasn’t fair. It was like she’d shaped a giant arrow over her chest to point Barbie’s gaze right at the prize. She couldn’t be blamed. She was only demon.
Verosika completely ruined the moment by commenting, “You stink.”
Barbie’s face dropped and she yanked her legs away to curl up on the dry planks. “Yeah, well, some of us have to actually work to make our living. We can’t just sing a little song, drown a couple fools and call it a day.”
“Hey,” Verosika snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest and making her breasts swell—Barbie swore she was doing this shit on purpose! “I’ll have you know getting guys rock solid with a couple la dee das is hard work, okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” Barbie sniped, tossing her head aside and glaring at the far wall.
Out of the corner of her eye, she made out Verosika’s eye roll. A ripple of water and then Verosika was hauling herself out of the pool and onto solid ground. She shuffled around Barbie, the frilled fins of her tail dripping water behind her, until she was behind Barbie, her voice a light purr in her ear.
“Aw, c’mon, Barb. Don’t give me the cold shoulder. Don’t you know I’ve been counting down the seconds until you’d be back?”
Despite the sugar heaped onto her words, Barbie refused to bite. She folded her arms and resolutely glared at the wall, even as Verosika slithered closer. Barbie startled as she felt the soft cushion of Verosika’s breasts press against her back and her arms snaking over Barbie’s shoulders to fiddle with the buttons on her shirt.
“You look so tense, babe,” Verosika murmured, her breath ghosting over Barbie’s neck. “Why don’t we get you out of these gross clothes, hm?”
She didn’t wait for Barbie to accept or refuse, just started plucking her buttons open. Verosika worked her way down Barbie’s chest until her shirt was entirely undone, the cool air of the room brushing the bare skin of her stomach. With a light tug from Verosika, Barbie gave in and unwound her arms, allowing her to pull her shirt off. Seconds later, Verosika’s hands were back, this time on Barbie’s belt, undoing the buckle and pulling it from the loops of her britches. Barbie watched with rapt attention as Verosika’s nimble fingers unbuttoned her pants, those hands pushing the soiled fabric down Barbie’s legs until she was kicking them from her hooves.
Verosika hummed in appreciation, tracing the lines of Barbie’s thigh muscles. “My hero. I’m so lucky to have such a strong woman looking after me.”
Barbie licked her lips and managed a shaky nod as Verosika skated her hands up her sides to palm over her chest. She was less well-endowed than Verosika or Sallie May in that area and so went without underwear most days. She’d always found sailors preferred her ass anyway, so it was no loss. But Verosika heaped attention on her, massaging the slight swell of her breasts until her nipples were poking against the thin fabric of her undershirt. When Verosika slipped her hands beneath the layer of cotton, Barbie planted her palms over them, keeping Verosika’s touch where she wanted it.
“So pent up,” Verosika observed as she traced her fingers around Barbie’s nipples. “Must’ve been a rough weeks days out there.”
“It was,” Barbie confirmed, biting her lip as Verosika pinched her nipples. “Always is when I can’t have you every night.”
Verosika huffed a laugh in her ear. It was low and collected in the roof of her mouth, but she still somehow managed to make it sound melodic. Barbie had no idea if that was because of Verosika’s magical siren powers or she just sounded that hot all the time to Barbie specifically. Either way, she liked the sound. So much so she wished she could bottle it up and pocket it for safe keeping. Possibly to crack it open during another rough mission, just to remind herself what was waiting for her at the end of all the blood and sweat.
“Well,” Verosika murmured, “guess you’re not going out for a while then.”
“Not ‘til we reach Spectral Shallows at least,” Barbie sighed, reaching behind her and finding the damp coils of Verosika’s hair.
She wound the strands around her fingers and brought the hair up to her face. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, smelling the fragrant oils Verosika used. How many times had Barbie walked into her room to find Verosika perched on her clam, combing out her long, pale hair and singing softly to her reflection? It was a sight she’d never get tired of.
“Good,” Verosika said, slipping her hands from beneath Barbie’s and out of her shirt. “’Cause I’m not letting you out of my sight again until we drop anchor.”
Barbie huffed a laugh as Verosika tugged her shirt off, the hem nearly catching on the curled tip of her horn. “Your adoring fans might have a problem with that.”
“My fans can go fuck themselves,” Verosika replied, startling a laugh out of Barbie.
She was shed of the rest of clothes in quick succession, then Verosika was urging her to slide into the water. Barbie did so, sitting on the slanted lip until she was chest deep. Verosika curled up behind her once more, wrapping her tail around Barbie’s waist and steering her head back to lie in her lap. Barbie skimmed her hands over the scales of Verosika’s tail, smooth and thick, the weight of it a solid mass anchoring her to the spot. Verosika, meanwhile, had reached over for her little bag of goodies, pulling out lotion and jars of oil that she coated her hands with.
“Here, baby,” she cooed, running those slick hands along Barbie’s scalp. “Lemme clean you up.”
Barbie’s eyes fluttered shut as Verosika’s nails scraped over the base of her horns, massaging out the dried mud that had been collecting there for days. As Verosika continued to rub her down, scrubbing her naked body with a rag and wiping away all the grime of her mission, Barbie’s mind couldn’t help but wander.
What if they weren’t doing this on a pirate ship sailing through dangerous archipelagos, zipping from crooked city to seedy port over and over again, looking for the biggest, baddest criminals to chase down and toss to the naval wolves for a quick pay check? With her eyes shut and the sound of canon fire nothing but a memory, she could almost pretend they were in a home. One they shared together. Verosika would want a place with a big bath. Somewhere near the sea, where they would still be able to smell the salty brine of the ocean waves and hear the water lapping against the shore.
Barbie could get a place like that. She already had a small fortune saved away from splitting the long list of goons she and Sal had managed to bag. If she kept at it, maybe…
“What’re you thinking?”
Verosika’s voice broke through the glittery sheen of her fantasy and Barbie blinked her eyes open to find her buttery eyes staring down at her quizzically.
“Huh?” Barbie managed, her voice coming out croaky.
“You’ve got that look on your face,” Verosika explained, tracing the shape of Barbie’s eyebrows. “Plus, you haven’t said anything for, like, ten minutes. You normally can’t go five seconds of shutting the fuck up.”
Barbie scowled and splashed some water at Verosika, who laughed, pinching Barbie’s cheek.
“You’re one to talk,” Barbie grumbled, drumming her fingers against Verosika’s tail. “You love the sound of your own voice more than anything.”
Verosika smirked and leaned over until their eyes were parallel. Tendrils of her hair rained down, framing Barbie’s face in a curtain. “Aw, don’t worry, babe,” she rasped. “You’re second on the list.”
Barbie’s cheeks flared in response and she cut her gaze off to the side. “Bitch,” she mumbled, but there was no heat to it.
Verosika hummed and leaned back again, her hands returning to rub at Barbie’s shoulders. “But seriously. What were you day-dreaming about?”
Barbie longed to turn her head aside and hide her face. Verosika had this annoying habit of being able to take one look at her and instantly know what she was thinking. It had led to more than enough conversations that made Barbie want to rip her own skin off in embarrassment. But with her horns nestled snugly on Verosika’s lap, there was nowhere for her to go. She was pinned just as good as she’d pinned her crook before firing a bullet through his brains.
“Nothin’,” she tried saying but Verosika just raised an eyebrow at her. Barbie let out an annoyed sigh and shrugged. “Oh, you know, just…us.”
Verosika’s other eyebrow joined its partner near her hairline. “What about us?”
Barbie gritted her teeth, her own fantasies suddenly seeming stupid in her mind. What was she thinking, imagining such things? She was a mercenary and Verosika was the most famous singer this side of the sea. The two of them settling down for some quiet life in a quaint, seaside village? What a joke. It had taken them long enough to even stand to be in the same room together without trying rip the other’s head off. Only a few raids from enemy crews, some near-death experiences, and a whole lot of good fucking had managed to build that bridge to...this. Whatever it was.
Still, Barbie couldn’t help but really like this, so much so that she wanted to hold onto it forever. Of all the treasures she’d plundered from opposing pirate ships and secret islands, Verosika was the most valuable jewel of all.
“Just,” she murmured, fiddling with the frill of Verosika’s tail, “thinking. Do you ever…think about life beyond all this shit?”
Verosika’s amused expression melted into something quizzical. “What do you mean?” she asked, tipping her head to the side.
“I mean, like—you’re not planning on being a pirate forever, right? Like, what do we do after this?”
“We?” Verosika echoed, her eyelids dipping as she stared, unblinking, down at her.
Barbie shrugged again, trying not to wilt beneath the weight of that look. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve done the whole sticking it out on my own thing, and it fucking sucks. I’d really rather not do it again.”
Verosika smiled and stroked a hand around the whorl of Barbie’s horn. “You’re saying you’d miss me?”
Barbie’s cheeks flared but she refused to back down this time. She slapped her hand over Verosika’s, making her eyes widen a fraction.
In a voice more earnest than she was used to hearing from her own mouth, she said, “Yeah. And I know you’d miss me too if I weren’t around, so you can cut the shit, guppy. I’m bein’ serious here. You’re really telling me you’ve never thought about—I don’t know—having a home?”
For a while, Verosika didn’t answer. She just kept gazing down at Barbie with those yellow eyes of hers, rubbing her thumb in slow circles along the smooth keratin of Barbie’s horn. After a few strangled seconds, Barbie began to sweat. What if Verosika really hadn’t ever thought about such things and Barbie had just shown her entire ass?
Verosika’s eyelids dipped, softening her face. She was always so sharp when she performed, silver-tongued and alluring as a venus fly-trap, but the way she was looking at Barbie in that moment held no secret knife lurking in the shadows. The small quirk to her lips was sincere, gentle like only Barbie got to see her. Maybe it was that smile that made her ready to give it all up and toss buckets of gold aside. She couldn’t be blamed for being bewitched by Verosika. She wasn’t the first and she certainly wouldn’t be the last, but Barbie promised herself she’d gut any bottom feeder that dared look at her girl.
“I don’t know,” Verosika murmured, still stroking Barbie’s horn. “I’ve never really had a home. When you’re born in the ocean, you’re kind of always on the move. And spending more time with land-dwellers than other sirens doesn’t exactly make you a prime candidate for anyone to want that with.”
A flash of bitterness passed over her eyes and she glanced off to the side. Barbie caught the look, remembering what Verosika had told her of her life before joining Wally’s crew. It had taken them nearly a year of sailing together, of spending dozens of nights together, tangled up in each other’s arms, for her to finally cough up her ‘sad sack story.’ Wanting more than the little den in some cave at the bottom of the ocean could offer her, feasting on the bodies of horny sailors lured to their deaths. Apparently, wanting to sing for the joy of entertainment and not murder was a foreign concept to other sirens, one that had gotten Verosika banished from her pod.
“It’s all for the best,” she’d say on a good day, or, “fuck them,” on a bad one.
But Barbie had been through enough ringers to recognise a lasting sting, and her fortunes hadn’t been much better afterwards. Between a bottle of red wine shared between them, Verosika had divulged stories about being turned away from seaside taverns, bottles and harpoons thrown at her fleeing tail. She told Barbie about being captured by fisherman, kept from the ocean in a net for so long she’d nearly dried out entirely before managing to swipe a knife from a handsy sailor and cut her way to freedom (and through a few throats while she was at it). It was with deep grooves in her scales from where the net had sliced into her, leaking black blood in the water like an oil spill, that Wally had found her.
“I nearly took his head off at first,” Verosika had confessed, much to Barbie’s amusement.
Apparently, their captain was a humanitarian as well as an entrepreneur, as he not only took Verosika in, fitting her out with a tank while she was on board, but once he heard her voice, came up with the idea of a travelling siren show. It was only when he met Barbie and Sallie May in a tavern one fateful night, that their little crew became certified pirates. Something to fear when others saw their flag flying against the sky.
Presently, Barbie lifted a hand to Verosika’s cheek, steering her head back round until their eyes locked once more.
“You’re my prime candidate,” she said solemnly. When Verosika’s gash of a frown started blooming into a smile, Barbie shifted her hand down, grasping one of her tits through her shirt and squeezing. “I’d vote for these tits any day.”
Verosika scoffed a laugh and batted her hand away, making Barbie grin.
“You dick,” Verosika laughed under her breath, shaking her head. After a moment, she blinked, her gaze slipping back to Barbie’s. She let out a long sigh, rolling her shoulders. “I don’t know if you could handle seeing me every day. You’re always hungriest for me when you come back from one of your jobs with Sal.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I miss you,” Barbie shot back, frowning at Verosika’s words.
“I know. That’s the whole thing, right? Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that crap?”
“It is a load of crap. I don’t need distance to know I want you around.” Barbie pushed Verosika’s tail from around her waist then, rolling over to straddle her hips, her bare knees digging into the place where Verosika’s skin turned to scales. Verosika lied there pliantly, blinking up at Barbie with those long, thick lashes. Barbie swallowed against the dryness in her throat and forced the words out. “I want you around, Ver. All the time. As much as you drive me crazy, you’re the only thing that keeps me sane around here.”
Verosika smirked, though her eyes remained soft. She grasped Barbie’s bare thighs, massaging the muscles beneath and purred, “I don’t know that I’ve ever heard you say so many nice things about me all at once. I’m a little overwhelmed. Almost sounds like you love me or something.”
Barbie’s cheeks flared with heat and she had to force her gaze away from Verosika’s face for a moment and down to her stomach. “Shut up. You know I do.”
Barbie occupied herself with stroking Verosika’s sides, luxuriating in the feeling of her soft, damp skin. She loved the colour of her—pink as candy. It made Barbie want to sink her teeth into Verosika and chew on her, if only so she could keep the sweetness of her between her teeth. Verosika was silent of a long moment, lying on her back and letting Barbie touch her. When Barbie finally flicked her eyes back up, she found Verosika gazing at her with hooded eyes, watching her deliberately.
“I guess,” Verosika started after a long moment, reaching to place her hand over Barbie’s, “it could be nice. One day.”
“One day,” Barbie echoed. Verosika’s words sent a shiver down her spine, that fantasy of a life together suddenly hardening into stark clarity in her mind. Tilling the garden around their cottage, growing the tomatoes she knew Verosika liked, sitting in an open-air bath and gazing up at the stars every night, rubbing that special lotion into Verosika’s scales so she could sleep in a bed with her without drying up, getting to hold her every night. It could all be real. One day. “You mean it?”
“Sure,” Verosika whispered, winding her arms around Barbie’s neck and tugging her down until their chests were pressed together, Verosika’s sopping, flimsy shirt the only thing separating their skin. “I’ve only just got used to having you around. Don’t think you can bail on me now, bitch.”
Barbie huffed a laugh, her breath catching between them in a warm cloud. She smoothed her hands up Verosika’s body, curling the hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ear. “In your dreams. I’ll gut any bastard who tries to take you from me.”
She squeezed around the base of Verosika’s throat, just enough to press down on her windpipe. Verosika laughed once, tightening her grip around Barbie.
“Damn. You know just what to say to a girl,” she breathed, her gaze slipping down to Barbie’s mouth.
That was enough to push Barbie over that last remaining edge, spurring her to surge forward and catch Verosika’s lips in a searing kiss. Verosika moaned against her mouth, arching against her and pressing her breasts more firmly against Barbie’s chest. Barbie fumbled between them, making quick work of untying Verosika’s shirt and tossing it aside somewhere into her pool, finally giving her access to the most valuable jewels on that ship.
She cupped Verosika’s tits in both hands, squeezing and kneading her supple flesh, drawing a pretty gasp from her mouth. Every sound Verosika made, every breathy sigh and bitten-off moan went straight between Barbie’s legs, her clit throbbing with interest. After a minute of solidly devouring Verosika’s mouth and pinching her nipples until she was crying out, Barbie couldn’t take it anymore. She ripped her mouth away with a groan and slithered down Verosika’s body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses against her salty skin in her wake. She took a moment to simply bury her face between Verosika’s tits, lavishing the feeling of being suffocating by all that cleavage before moving to take one of her nipples in her mouth.
Verosika moved beneath her, raking her hands along Barbie’s scalp and arching into her touch. All it just served to drive her even more wild. It was always that way with Verosika; every touch of her hand, sound from her mouth, and graze of her skin made Barbie feral with desire. She wanted to consume and be consumed by Verosika, wanted to carve open her body and nestle amongst her still-beating heart. Maybe Verosika’s ribs would heal around her, caging Barbie inside her chest and letting her melt into blood. Then she could be a part of her—inside her—forever.
As Barbie continued to lap at her nipple, she snaked a hand down to Verosika’s tail, pressing and kneading at her scales until she found what she was looking for. Verosika sighed as Barbie massaged her slit, the scales beneath her fingertips slowly pulling back and bidding her entrance into the wet heat inside. Barbie pressed down, running her touch along Verosika’s folds and wringing more pleasured sounds from her.
“That’s good, baby,” she murmured, tipping her head back as Barbie rubbed against her. “Just like that.”
Barbie slid her fingers down until she felt Verosika’s entrance, slick and waiting. Pulling her mouth from Verosika’s nipple, she pushed a finger inside. It slipped it easily, right down to the knuckle. Verosika’s breath hitched, her grip on Barbie’s head tightening.
“Yes,” she gasped, tugging at Barbie’s horns. “Keep going.”
Barbie did. Sliding off of Verosika’s tail, she lied down beside her to give her a better angle and pumped her finger in and out of Verosika’s hot siren pussy. She followed all the tugging going on around her head and let Verosika pull her into another kiss. Their lips slid together easily, aided by the salty water still clinging to both their mouths. Barbie groaned as she felt Verosika’s hand slide down her body, landing between her legs where she was desperate for touch.
“Wow,” Verosika murmured against her lips when Barbie grabbed her wrist and forced her fingers down to her dripping cunt. “You’re that hungry for it after just two weeks? Maybe I should ask Sal to take care of you while you guys are on a job. Wouldn’t want you to die from horniness out there.”
“Shut up,” Barbie snapped, adding another finger and making Verosika’s eyelids flutter. “Just keep touching me.”
“Okay,” Verosika breathed before capturing Barbie’s mouth in a kiss yet again.
They made out sloppily on the floor, touching each other until their gasps and groans were filling the room. The salty pool water lapped at Barbie’s ankles, her body sliding against Verosika’s and the wooden floorboards digging into her hip. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to be doing this, but like she gave a single, flying fuck. They could be laid out on a bed of rusty nails and she’d still be panting over Verosika’s perfect tits, finger-blasting her to Wrath and back. When a girl was given a sex goddess in the form of a gorgeous siren, one didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. She simply thanked lady Luck for tossing her a bone and devoured the banquet of pussy bared before her.
They came together with a muffled cry, Verosika’s fingers rubbing at Barbie’s clit until she could take no more and had to push her hand away before her brain melted out of her skull. She felt Verosika twitch and shiver under her before going still, rolling onto her back and making Barbie’s fingers slide out of her slit. They both lied there, their laboured breathing mixing in the warm air above them and the water gently lapping at their bodies. One of these days, Barbie find a way to get a window installed in Verosika’s room that wouldn’t flood the ship. Anything to get some fresh air after a splendid round of fucking.
Eventually, Barbie rolled over and grabbed her under shirt. She pulled it on and tossed Verosika her own shirt. Verosika sat up on her tail with a sigh, tugging her clothes on over her horns and pushing her hair out through her collar. It was a sad sight to see those glorious tits get covered up again, but Barbie comforted herself with the knowledge that when they lived together, they could both be naked 24/7.
She’d have to make sure they didn’t have any neighbours. That show was for Barbie’s eyes only.
Artwork by Enchanted-Kat
“So,” Barbie sighed, flopping back onto her side once she was semi-dressed, “you looking forward to your next show?”
She curled an arm beneath her head, cushioning her horn as she gazed at Verosika, who stretched out on her back, her tail idly flicking at the water.
“I guess,” she mused, drumming her fingers against her bare stomach. Turning her head, she smirked across at Barbie and asked, “You looking forward to your next hunt?”
“It’s in Spectral Shallows, which is the bougiest city in Envy, so hell yeah I am,” Barbie replied, making Verosika laugh into her fist. “I hope they’re a rich bastard so me and Sal can rob ‘em.”
“Oh?” Verosika purred, lowering her eyelids to bat her lashes. “Promise to bring me back any valuable jewels?”
Barbie hummed as she scooted closer, her knees bumping against Verosika’s tail. “Baby,” she murmured, stroking her palm over Verosika’s cheek, “I’ll bring you their fucking heart from their chest.”
Verosika leaned into her touch and smiled softly. “Gross,” she sighed in reply, her smile not slipping. “Some earrings will do.”
Barbie snorted a laugh as Verosika closed her eyes. They leaned in and met in the middle, kissing chastely as the boat bobbed beneath them.
Outside, waves continued to slosh against the sodden planks of Wally’s ship, gulls cawing overhead, and the ocean stretching out in an endless sea of blue all around them. They sailed on as the sun began to slip towards the horizon, Barbie’s next hit looming before them, but she wasn’t thinking about that. She wasn’t thinking about anything other than the beautiful siren in her arms and the promise of a future together.
It was something she hadn’t let herself dream of for a long time.