Pirate: Crew of Desire and Bonds

After quickly composing themselves, Jake took Grace’s hand and they followed Barbara down the narrow corridor toward the upper deck.

Grace walked carefully beside him, while her thighs pressed tightly together.

...Every step made her keenly aware of the warm, thick load of cum still deep inside her.

A faint blush lingered on her cheeks as she tried to prevent any from leaking down her legs.

Jake noticed her slightly awkward gait and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, though a small, proud smirk played on his lips.

They soon arrived at Vivian’s cabin.

Barbara knocked once before pushing the door open.

”Madam, they’re here,” she announced gruffly.

Inside, Vivian sat behind her desk, looking as elegant and composed as ever.

Lantern light streamed through the windows, highlighting her striking features.

There a stack of papers and a small pouch rested on the table before her.

Vivian looked up, her sharp eyes scanning both Jake and Grace for a brief moment.

A knowing glint flashed in her gaze, but she said nothing about it.

”Good timing,” she said smoothly. ”The contract is ready.”

She pushed the neatly written contract toward them.

Jake stepped forward and picked it up, scanning the terms quickly while Grace stood close beside him, still trying to maintain her composure.

Vivian leaned back in her chair, a faint smile on her lips.

”Any questions before you sign?”

Jake read through the terms carefully.

Everything seemed straightforward.

Their payment and the cube right would no longer belong to him.

Nothing looked wrong.

But then he looked up at Vivian and asked hesitantly, ”So... I just sign it normally?”

Vivian’s smile widened slightly.

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a small, ornate silver knife, placing it on the table in front of him.

”No need for a normal signature. Just drop a few drops of your blood on the bottom of the page.”

Jake blinked in surprise.

Noticing his hesitation, Grace leaned in and whispered softly into his ear.

”It’s a blood-signed contract. It’s fairly common among merchants. Since every person’s blood is unique and nearly impossible to forge, it’s often used as a signature to ensure the contract’s authenticity.”

Hearing this, Jake stared at the knife for a moment, then nodded.

He picked it up, pricked the tip of his finger, and let a few drops of blood fall onto the contract.

The blood shimmered briefly before sinking into the paper, leaving a faint glowing mark.

Vivian nodded approvingly.

”It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

She then looked at Jake and asked,

”So, how would you like to receive the payment? We can give it to you in coins right now, but that’s a lot of weight and very noticeable. I can also arrange for most of it to be converted into a letter of credit with one of the reputable merchant guilds in the next city we dock at, or store a portion in the ship’s secure vault until you need it. Your choice.”

She glanced briefly at Grace, who was still standing quietly beside Jake, before returning her attention to him.

”Carrying that much gold openly might attract... unwanted attention. So think carefully.”

Jake narrowed his eyes, the weight of her words settling over him.

He understood all too well what she meant.

Wealth attracts trouble, and beauty attracts disaster.

After a moment of thoughtful silence, he gave a slow nod.

”Five hundred gold coins in hand will do. The rest... keep it with your caravan for now.”

Vivian’s lips curved into a smile, though she couldn’t help but wonder what this fellow needed five hundred gold coins for.

She didn’t ask, however.

In their line of work, curiosity could be dangerous... and a sign of distrust.

”A wise choice,” she replied smoothly.

With a graceful motion, she signaled Barbara.

Moments later, a heavy leather pouch was brought forward and placed into Jake’s hands.

The unmistakable clink of coins inside made Grace’s eyes widen slightly.

Vivian then took out a sheet of fine parchment, scribbled a short letter of credit with elegant, practiced strokes, and sealed it with a small wax stamp bearing her caravan’s insignia.

She handed it to Jake.

”This letter ensures the remainder is safely held for you,” she explained. ”Even if someone else obtains it, they cannot claim the gold. The funds can only be withdrawn by you personally as your presence will be required.”

Jake took the letter and weighed the heavy pouch in his palm, feeling its satisfying weight.

A broad smile spread across his face.

He offered Vivian a respectful nod.

”Thank you, Madam.”

He glanced at Grace, who gave a small, graceful curtsy.

”Then we’ll take our leave now.”

Vivian smiled warmly and waved them off.

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Once the door clicked shut behind Jake and Grace, the polite smile on Vivian’s face shifted into something more intrigued.

She turned slowly toward Barbara, who had been quietly observing from the side.

”Barbara,” Vivian said, her tone laced with curiosity, ”why do those two seem... constantly aroused?”

Thanks to her Class, her observation skills were inhumanly keen.

She missed almost nothing... especially the subtle cues of the flesh.

Those skills had served her well in negotiations, allowing her to read true intentions through body language alone.

And these two... Vivian could already tell that Grace was probably filled with Jake’s seed, judging by the subtle shift in her thighs and the faint scent that still clung to them.

Hearing the question from the usually confident Vivian, Barbara couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

”Ahaha, I forgot to mention that little detail. Both of them actually possess the Sex Fiend skill. That’s probably why.”

Hearing those words, Vivian’s eyes widened in genuine surprise.

”Sex Fiend...? Both of them?”

She exhaled slowly, a mix of astonishment and fascination flickering across her face.

Even she had only heard rumors of this lewd skill and had never encountered it before.

Most people dismissed it as nothing more than a useless pervert’s trait... something that only brought endless lust and distraction.

But in her practical eyes... it was far more valuable than it appeared.