Captain Hikifune Novels & Stories

She then reasoned that perhaps this captain was wed to a Filipina, so she enquired of him, "Captain Jansen, are you wed to a Filipina?" Captain Jansen said, "Nope, I dated a Filipina before who resides in Sweden. Annika grew more eager to interrogate the new captain. Annika was curious and said, "Oh, I see, but did you become an item? I mean, did you have like a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?"

These particular warriors were exceptional in those magic areas. With so many Fae warriors, we were only introduced to the four Captains. Each Captain had a unique story and supernatural ability. There was Vesper, a skilled archer with the power to bend shadows to her will. Next was Malik, a shapeshifter capable of transforming into any animal he desired. Then, we were introduced to Selene, an elemental sorceress who wielded the power of earth. Finally, there was Lysander, whose specialities were determining what the enemy combatants were most likely to do, and creating illusions to confuse enemies.

Chapter 3 A silver envelope sat on the dark wood of Ryan Carter’s kitchen island. It looked harmless, but it had the power to stop the highest-scoring forward in the National Hockey League in his tracks. Ryan stared down at the elegant silver script across the front. He knew that handwriting instantly, and he certainly knew the name printed right above the return address: Matt "The Monster" Garrity.

he whispered, his voice so quiet it barely carried over the hum of the fridge, his grip tightening until I thought my bones would snap. "Are you trying to text the captain?"

Only a dark, twisted kind of amusement. "Miss me, Captain?" he murmured. His voice was a low rasp, barely audible over the screaming fans, but it was enough to make my skin crawl. "Get off me, Volkov," I spat, shoving my glove into his face to create space. My heart was hammering against my ribs, not just from the hit, but from his suffocating presence. He let go, skating backward with a mocking salute, leaving me gasping for air.

“She belongs to every man in this room. Use her. Test her limits. Make her scream for the syndicate.” I looked up at them with needy eyes, my voice already breathy. “Please… honored captains… fuck your foreign pet. Stretch every hole. Fill me until I’m dripping with yakuza cum. I need all of you right now.” The first captain, a stern man named Hiroshi with intricate tattoos covering his arms, stood and walked over. He grabbed my hair and yanked my mouth onto his thick cock without a word. “Suck it properly, gaijin whore,” he growled, thrusting deep into my throat.

Ballast blades and cool air intakes controlled rise or fall. Just in time, they were away from Mother Tree and Cloud. Back in Kabutar, a slow rain started falling. “Enjoy the view,” the Captain said. “You are free to roam.” He twitched his left pectoral fin, and an older officer stepped near. “Third Officer, Hykin, is your guide and protector. He will answer questions and ensure you don’t get into a jam.” Hykin glanced down into Bjorn’s face. His twisted smile reflected boredom, and his gaze lacked any trace of humor. Hykin was an old dry-face, wrinkled, slow, and maybe short on oxygen intake.