The boat rocked gently on the black mirror of the sea, the distant pyre of the Soul Devouring Tree now only a faint ember on the horizon.
Sunny held the heart-fruit between two fingers, slick from Nephis's cunt, its crimson skin glossy with her juices. He looked her dead in the eye, slow, deliberate, and then pressed it flat against her sternum, right between those heavy, perfect tits still barely caged by the seaweed strips.
"Selfish little princess," he murmured, voice low and dangerous. "Hiding food in your greedy pussy while I starved."
Nephis's chin lifted, defiant even as her nipples peaked hard against the fruit still warm from her body. "I earned it."
Sunny's grin was all teeth. "Then you can wear it."
He stepped in until their bodies sealed together, his lean chest crushing the fruit against her soft, full breasts. With a slow, deliberate roll of his hips he ground forward. The ripe flesh burst between them with a wet, obscene pop. Thick, syrupy juice exploded across her skin, running in sticky rivulets down the valley of her tits, over her ribs, soaking the seaweed until it clung transparent. A second later the sweet, metallic scent of heart-fruit mixed with the raw musk of her arousal filled the small boat.
Sunny didn't give her time to speak. He dragged his tongue up the center line of her chest, lapping the crushed pulp in one long, filthy stripe from sternum to throat. Nephis's breath hitched; her hands fisted at her sides, pride warring with the heat.
He pulled back just far enough to look at the mess he'd made her tits glazed crimson, nipples dark and glistening, then bent and sucked one clean with deliberate, open-mouthed pulls that left her trembling. When he moved to the other breast, she finally broke, a low, involuntary sound escaping her throat.
"Your turn," he growled against her skin.
Nephis's silver eyes flashed, but she dropped to her knees on the rocking deck without a word. Starting at his collarbone she licked him clean slow, possessive strokes of her tongue gathering every streak of juice and crushed fruit. When she reached the sharp cut of his hipbone she bit, hard enough to leave teeth marks, then soothed the sting with a swirl of tongue that made his cock jerk against his stomach.
By the time she finished they were both painted in sticky red, chests heaving, the boat reeking of sex and stolen fruit.
Sunny wiped a thumb across her lower lip, smearing the last of the pulp. "Now for the punishment."
He pointed to the narrow bow of the bone boat little more than a curved rib jutting over the dark water.
"Squat. Knees wide. Hands behind your head. You're going to be our new figurehead until I say otherwise."
Nephis's eyes narrowed to slits. "You wouldn't dare."
Sunny stepped close, voice dropping to a whisper only she could hear. "Try me."
For three heartbeats the only sound was the slap of water against bone. Then, with the same iron grace she used to walk into hell, Nephis moved.
She stepped onto the narrow prow, the boat dipping under her weight. Slowly, deliberately, she sank into a deep squat thighs spread obscenely wide, back straight, hands laced behind her silver hair. The position left her completely exposed: pussy lips swollen and glistening with fruit juice and her own slick, clit peeking pink and needy, tits thrust forward, nipples still wet from their tongues.
The dark sea stretched endless in every direction. Anything beneath the surface could look up and see Changing Star, proud and untouchable, displayed like an offering.
Heat flooded her face shame so sharp it felt like fire under her skin. But her cunt clenched hard, dripping openly now, a thin strand of arousal stretching between her folds and breaking against the bone beneath her.
Sunny stood behind her, arms folded, drinking in the sight. "Look at you," he said softly. "All that pride, and you're still spreading your legs for me on command."
Nephis's voice came out steady, but the tremor beneath it betrayed her. "Enjoy it while it lasts, cockroach."
"Oh, I will," he promised. "And when your thighs start shaking and you beg me to let you come, remember: you hid food in your cunt like a greedy little squirrel. This is what happens."
The boat drifted on, the sea silent and hungry beneath them, while Nephis squatted on the bow knees burning, pussy aching, shame and lust braided so tight she could barely breathe, and Sunny watched every second of it took for her iron control to crack.
The dark sea breathed around them, slow and hungry, while Nephis squatted on the bone prow like a living sacrifice.
Her thighs trembled already, thick cords of muscle straining to hold the deep, wide squat. Knees splayed so far apart her cunt lips parted on their own, pink and swollen, glistening with a filthy mixture of heart-fruit pulp and her own slick. Every tiny rock of the boat made her clit bob in the open air, a shameless little beacon. A fat drop of arousal gathered at her entrance, stretched into a long silver thread, then snapped, splattering onto the bone between her feet.
Sunny stood three paces behind her, trousers shoved down just enough to free his cock. Bloodweave had turned it into something obscene: thicker than her wrist, flushed almost red, a steady stream of precum already drooling from the slit in thick, pearly ropes that swung between his thighs like a pendulum.
"Look at that greedy little hole," he said, voice rough with hunger. "Clenching around nothing. Begging to be stuffed again."
Nephis's jaw flexed, but she didn't speak. Shame burned in her cheeks, hotter than any flame she could summon, yet her pussy only wept harder.
Sunny stepped closer. The head of his cock nudged the small of her back, leaving a wet streak of precum across her spine. He dragged it lower, painting her skin, until the fat crown kissed the top of her ass cleft.
"Hands stay behind your head," he reminded. "You move them, I stop."
He slapped his cock against her once followed by a wet, heavy, the sound cracking across the water like a whip. Nephis jolted, a choked sound catching in her throat. Another slap, harder, the shaft smacking her right ass cheek and leaving a red handprint of precum. Then he simply rested the weight of it in the crease of her ass and let the boat's motion do the work: every swell rocking her backward, sliding her slick crack along his length, teasing her hole but never giving her what she needed.
Minutes bled together. Her thighs shook harder. Sweat and fruit juice ran in rivulets down her tits, dripping from her nipples in steady plip… plip… plips that matched the wet slap of Sunny lazily jerking himself against her back.
Finally her voice cracked, low and furious. "Sunny—"
He leaned over her shoulder, lips brushing her ear. "Say it."
A pause. The proud line of her spine wavered.
"…Touch me."
"Louder."
"Touch my cunt, you bastard."
Sunny laughed, dark and filthy, and dropped to his knees behind her. Without warning he shoved three fingers into her dripping hole to the knuckles. Nephis cried out sharp, shocked, the sound echoing over the endless sea. Her walls clamped down like a fist, trying to drag him deeper. He pumped once, twice, then spread his fingers wide, opening her up so the cool air kissed her insides.
"Still hiding things from me?" he growled.
He pulled out and slapped her pussy hard. The wet crack rang out; her clit throbbed visibly. Another slap, and another, until her folds were puffy and scarlet, juices spraying in tiny arcs with every hit.
Nephis's head fell back, silver hair cascading down her spine, mouth open on silent screams. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, chasing the pain, chasing more.
Sunny stood, lined his cock up with her entrance, and sank in to the root in one brutal thrust.
The boat lurched. Nephis screamed raw, broken, the sound swallowed instantly by the vast dark. He didn't give her time to adjust; he gripped her hips and fucked her like he wanted to split her in half. Long, punishing strokes that dragged his thick shaft over every sensitive spot inside her, the swollen head battering her cervix on every downward snap.
Her tits bounced wildly, nipples so hard they looked painful. Sunny reached around and pinched both at once, twisting until tears pricked her eyes. At the same time he slammed deep and ground, stirring her insides, forcing her to feel how completely he owned her in that moment.
"Come," he snarled against her neck. "Come on my cock while the whole fucking sea watches the untouchable Changing Star get railed like a desperate slut."
Her orgasm hit like a supernova.
Nephis's entire body seized; her cunt spasmed so hard it almost pushed him out, then clamped down again, milking him in violent, rhythmic pulses. A flood of hot slick gushed around his cock, splashing down her thighs and over his balls. She shook so hard the boat rocked dangerously, her voice reduced to hoarse, broken sobs of pleasure.
Sunny didn't stop. He fucked her through it, prolonging the climax until she was limp and oversensitive, then pulled out and spun her around. One hand fisted in her hair, he forced her down until her face hovered an inch from his cock glistening with her cream, veins pulsing angrily.
"Open."
She did, lips trembling.
He shoved in to the hilt.
Nephis gagged, tears streaking her cheeks, but her tongue curled greedily around him, swallowing every thrust as he fucked her throat raw. When he came it was with a guttural roar, Bloodweave flooding her mouth in thick, endless ropes until it spilled from the corners of her lips and dripped from her chin onto her bruised tits.
Only then did he let her collapse against him, both of them shaking, coated in sweat and cum and crushed fruit, the bone boat drifting onward through the hungry dark.
Sunny pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to her temple.
"Next time you hide food," he whispered, "I'm plugging both your holes for a week."
Nephis, voice hoarse and body wrecked, could only manage a weak, defiant glare.
And a fresh, helpless clench of her ruined cunt around nothing at all.