Pirate Late Night Navigation

Night Sailing's always the best, at least for Rehhas. No one to bother his charting, no one to move into his view, and no one to snoop in when he's taking care of business... well, at least until he starts moaning too loudly. Yep, Night Sailing's the best.

Bantioc Damn Greenhorns!

Frustrated and fed up, craving and unsatisfied, the officer found a private alcove behind a set of roaring engines deep within the belly of the battleship.

"Damn Greenhorns." muttered, as he tossed away the last pieces of his uniform off to one side.

"Finish what you started." he grunted, working it thoroughly until the eventual bliss replaced all his stress.

Bantioc Insubordinate!

Shouting was heard along side threats of demotion, some of the seamen have already left their stations under orders. All but one remained at the end of the hour.

"Rank. Off." Grunted the commanding officer.

"You can kiss my furry ass, old man!" snapped the sailor.

"If that's how you want to play it, boy, I'll show you your place." retorted the admiral.

"Try me."

All but the cardinal desire for more was remaining at the bottom of the admiral's boot with the hours passing by in a private quarter, the moans muffled by the thick walls of the ship, the tears of pain and pleasure rolling down the cheeks of a young Arinos as the sole of a heavy boot rolled around his family jewels.

"You're liking this, aren't you, you little insubordinate furball. Now say it. tell me you want more."

"M-...More!" Screamed the young seaman, brought to the teetering edge of orgasm.

Bantioc Don't Ask, Don't Tell

With the Bantioc Imperial Navy flying on a non-stop basis, shifts can last from days to weeks with all the officers and their CO's standing idly by their posts, staring or zoning out on their consoles while the chatter of the CIC mask the shuffling of the fleet admiral walking with the chief communications officer to a more private section.

"Chief, You know the Bantioc Naval Policies." Said the Flt. Admiral as he slid off his coat.

"Fleet Admiral, sir, I understand the rules and regulations to the punctuation, but this is something I ask-, no, beg of you to do, sir." Replied the Chief Comm Officer as he unbuckled his belt.

"... A word of this gets out, and you'll find yourself demoted to Cadet, on board the Refuse Ship Shard of Glory." Said the Flt. Admiral while slipping out from the last bits of his clothing.

"Sir, not a word, Fleet Admiral, sir." Whispered the officer, sniffing the musk of the commanding officer, waiting in desperate anticipation.

Galivas Waterfront Romance

With Winter's cold fingers caressing the green moss of the early spring rocks, love is in the air. Water rushing down the cliff face, thundering into the pond below, the crunching of twigs and leaves muffled by the hushed laughter of two warriors, one fidgeting with the other's chest. Whispers to the ears, deep rumbles of content, and jingles of metal, the two finally arrive to a secluded world.

"Xyro, may I have the honor to be with you for life and death?"

Whispered as he gently squeezed and caressed his mate

"You finally ask after all these years. You know my answer."

The other replied, toying with the tail that exposed his manhood.

Galivas Courting

It's deep into the winter season, yet the halls were quiet when expected of loud grunts and deep moans. Having trouble finding his mate, the alpha did what he'd thought he'd rarely do: offer up the closely guarded view to convince his love that it's time to get intimate.



Something I've been wanting to try out pose-wise, and hey, Xyrobutt.

Halavan The Living Mountain Ji San

It's only been half a century after the discovery of a race long dead from a time before the current era. The Bantioc expedition team expected only to find ruins and rich veins of valuable rare metals within the Ruined City of Taepan. What they encountered, was something even more valuable than all the riches of the world: Dae Yongs.

These giants of the past were thought to be extinct. Records from the Grand Archives document their conquest throughout the planet until a devastating, virulent disease began systematically wiping cities after cities. From such violent nature of this plague, it was commonly accepted that they would have died off if not from the actual pandemic, then from the sudden and harsh collapse of infrastructure.

Yet what the Bantioc expedition team found were living, breathing Dae Yongs, reviving each other from the long, isolated hibernation they subjected themselves to in order to escape the complete destruction of their race. These Dae Yongs weren't feral, nor where they disorganized. Systematically waking each other, already assigning positions in their social classes, everything was planned out for the race knew: in order to survive, everything must be preserved.

Of those who survived the devastation was a jolly, relaxed, ancient monk of his race: Ji San. Born attuned to  the very land built and rebuilt over the eons, he took the role of guarding what will become the future land of his people. The old world he once knew is no more, but the history of the land can never be erased even with all of what has happened. But the Grand City of Taepan is being rebuilt; the five orders of Earth, Fire, Metal, Water, and Wind are restructuring themselves to what was once their pinnacle of power.

"The earth always has a story to tell. you must have the ears to listen to her to grow."

Ji San, The Earth Mountain explores the new world, with the powers of an Earthborne monk at the palm of his hand. Heeding the calls of crying land to fertilize and renew the desolate soils.