The sirens' mocking cackle faded into the mist, leaving the ship girls reeling on the deck. Enterprise stood tall, her uniform clinging to her sweating skin as an unnatural fire ignited in her veins. 'This curse is permanent? Those sea witches think they can rewrite us from warriors to... what, exactly?' she snapped, her voice laced with sharp wit.
Belfast adjusted her gloves, posture unyielding despite the growing ache between her thighs. 'Addicted sluts craving big black cock? Hardly. I'll turn this curse into their downfall before I let it claim me,' she retorted, though her breathing quickened to panting as her pussy grew wet and dripping. 'Still, that heat... it's making me horny in ways no battle ever did.'
A towering figure emerged from the shadows—a man whose presence commanded the air, his cock already hard and throbbing against his trousers. Enterprise's eyes narrowed with fierce allure. 'Look at you, all bold and ready. Think you can handle strong women like us? Or will you be the one begging?' she teased, stepping closer, ass swaying with deliberate power.
The tension exploded as Belfast dropped to her knees first, not in submission but in commanding hunger. 'Let's see if this big black cock lives up to the curse,' she said wittily, wrapping her lips around it for a blowjob that left him groaning. Enterprise joined, her hands firm on his hips, both women sweating and panting as they worked in tandem. He came hard, cum spilling over their tongues, but they swallowed with defiant smirks, their wet pussies aching for more. The curse pulsed stronger, promising an explosive night where they would take control.
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