"Attention all passengers who wish to return to the mainland, the skipper will be departing in ten minutes. Arrive at the portside dock on the bottom floor in that time, otherwise you'll be staying with us till morning."
"You hear that? It looks like our time is up," Ramon muttered disappointedly as he propped himself up on his elbows.
"I can't tell if I'm relieved or disappointed," Ashe gasped as she sat up, pushing against Ramon's chest to help her up, "You damn near wore me out, tiger."
Adjusting himself, Ramon sat up so he could look Ashe in her satisfied eyes, "Well, I do remember asking each time if you had enough."
"That's like asking an alcoholic if they wanna stop drinking or a gambling addict if they want another hand of blackjack. I'm powerless when it comes to you, tiger, you and this monster you have living between your legs."
Ramon smirked as he reached around and squeezed Ashe's ass, "Well then, maybe you need a little detox."
Ashe smiled and leaned in close to Ramon as if to kiss him, only to move her head to the side at the last second to whisper in his ear, "Every joke about that again, and I will find a way to chain you up in my cellar and keep you as my personal fuck toy."
"Has anyone ever told you that you have a bit of a sadistic streak, darling?" Ramon asked as Ashe kissed his neck, "Not that I'm complaining."
"Of course you ain't," Ashe said confidently, "No one rides you like I do."
As if to prove her point, Ashe swiveled her hips while squeezing down on him like a vice, "I just need to make sure you remember that."
"Well, I can say with confidence that you've never once failed to leave an impression," Ramon said charmingly as he gave her ass one last loving smack, "But I do think you might wanna go clean up a little before you have to leave."
Ashe looked down at herself and shrugged, "I don't think a bit of sweat, and a few hickeys are worth making a fuss over."
Ramon laughed, "I wasn't talking about what's on the outside, darling. There wasn't one time I ended up pulling out, and I lost track of how many times I filled you up."
Reaching down, Ashe ran her hand over the slight swell of her navel, "Feels like at least
"Well then, you really need to clean up." Ramon replied only for Ashe to grin mischievously, "You know I was hoping that I could take a little souvenir back to the farm with me. Think you can help me out, tiger?"
"Absolutely insatiable," Ramon muttered even as he held out his hand and conjured a plug for Ashe, "Hope you don't need it for more than twenty-four hours."
"Just for tonight," Ashe answered with a smirk before she stood up with a soft groan and turned around, "Now, could you help a girl out and put it in for me?"
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"So you, Ashe, and my Mom disappeared for a bit," Megan said softly, so only Ramon could hear, as everyone stood on the deck to see Ashe and Beth off, who went back to the land with the majority of the nonessential crew. "Anything you want to tell me?"
"Yeah, she walked up on us while I was in my demon form. Was a bit worried but I managed to convince your mother that I wasn't here to steal her soul and just wanted to give her the life she deserved, which is why I managed to knock her up and no one else."
Surprisingly, Megan's reaction was rather tame as a broad smile spread across her face, and she hugged Ramon's arm, "I felt the moment you bonded her, we all did. I knew she would say yes. You have no idea how happy you make her."
"Well, that's all I ever want for any of you," Ramon replied as he leaned down and kissed Megan on the top of her head.
Grinning like she had just won the lottery, Megan rested her head against Ramon's shoulder, "So when do you plan on bringing Summer and Tricia into the fold?"
"I don't know, if possible, I would like to wait until I find out how to reach the next stage of demonhood. Right now, I only have enough magic to bond one more soul, and I don't want to leave Summer or Tricia out if I end up bonding one rather than the other."
"Wait, I thought you grew stronger by bonding more thralls? Now there's a cap?"
Ramon nodded, "I can feel it, my magic is reaching a bottleneck. I need something to bump me up a level. Part of it is bonding as many thralls as I can, but that's the only thing."
"What else is there? Can I help?" Megan asked, staring up at Ramon with her big doe eyes.
"No, I already have a few leads I'm working on. It shouldn't be a major roadblock; it just needs a bit of working on."
"Alright, but if you ever need anything, don't be afraid to rely on us. You're not the only one who can provide for the people they care about." Megan said, wisely making Ramon purse his lips in thought, "Well, you can help me out with one thing."
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"Right this way," Megan called out, leading the rest of the girls down the stairs, below deck.
"Alright, I heard we were drinking, and I am so down to get fucked up!" Summer called out as she walked into the yacht's equivalent of a man cave. However, instead of neon signs and sports paraphernalia, the room sported rich leather couches, a warm atmosphere, lighting, and, of course, an array of games ranging from darts to a roulette table.
"Shame that the bartender left, looks like we're drinking straight liquor tonight," Tricia lamented even as she announced her support for the plan.
"Uh, check again," Patty corrected as she pointed across the room, where Ramon was positioned behind a wet bar, already polishing a martini glass, "Where did you get a three-piece suit from? And why are you wearing it?"
"Ramon's wearing it because," Megan began to answer as she moved to stand in the front of the group, "He's going to be our dealer and bartender tonight."
"Dealer?" Summer raised an eyebrow, "Dealer for what?"
"Why, chips of course," Ramon answered as he set down a silver briefcase on the bar and opened it to reveal neatly arranged stacks of poker chips, "These are what you'll be using to buy your drinks tonight."
"We have to pay for our drinks?" Tricia asked in disbelief, "Where's the fun in being on an all-inclusive yacht if we have to pay for drinks?"
"Because with each drink, you'll get to remove a piece of his clothing," Megan informed with an excited grin that was quickly shared among the other girls, "And for every three drinks you can make a request of the dealer."
"A request?" Tricia repeated with clear interest, "That sounds like fun, how much are the drinks?"
"First drink costs twenty-five, then thirty, then forty," Ramon listed off, "After, each order will go up by ten bucks, though I'll probably have to cut you off before they get too expensive."
Summer crossed her arms, "And why do the prices have to increase?"
"Because each time I'll be making you a personalized cocktail better than the last as a way to incentivize you all," Ramon answered with a confident smile.
"You must make some pretty good cocktails then," Tricia said with an eager glint in her eyes.
Ramon grinned as he set down the briefcase and stepped out from behind the bar with four drinks balanced on a platter, "I could tell you, or you could find out for yourselves."
Ramon watched as the girls' eyes lit up as he reached them, "For Summer, we have a Penicillin, which is scotch, citrus, honey, and ginger. Tricia, a classic espresso martini with a cinnamon-infused foam. A strawberry mango daiquiri for Patty. And last but certainly not least, a sidecar for Megan."
One by one, Ramon handed out their drinks and watched as glasses met lips and eyes went wide.
"You can make something better than this?" Summer asked in disbelief as she quickly went for another sip.
"If you have the chips to pay for it," Ramon replied with a sly grin.
"Well then, let's start gambling already, because I'm gonna need at least two more of these," Tricia demanded of her lips barely leaving the rim of her glass.
"Well, we have to decide which game we want to play first," Megan pointed out.
"Oh, Blackjack!" Patty exclaimed, much to everyone's surprise, "What? It has better odds than most other games."
"Let's do it!" Summer shouted before turning to Ramon, "Break out the cards, dealer. We got chips to gamble."