"And here," Julie said, loosening her blouse even further and sitting on Aiden's lap, she noticed he was already quite "eager".

"Captain," he murmured, blushing and struggling to breathe.

Julie completely lowered her blouse and freed her corset, merely observing him.

As Aiden kissed her breasts and neck while firmly grasping her waist, Julie remarked, "Aiden's hands have always been so large," realizing he held her waist almost entirely.

She proceeded to unbutton his shirt, revealing a sculpted physique devoid of any blemishes. Aiden undid the buttons of his trousers, unveiling another substantial appendage.

Julie, lifting her skirt, straddled him, holding his wrists. Aiden quickly released his grip and embraced her around the waist, passionately kissing her. The innocent boy had transformed into a ferocious creature that desired to consume her at any instant.

Julie took notice that he wasn't wearing underwear and grasped his penis, which was remarkably large. She then guided him, allowing Aiden's member to penetrate her, which proved quite challenging given its size, but predominantly due to the need to restrain an almost uncontrollable Aiden.

On that evening, Aiden and the captain shared their first night together, gazing deeply into each other's eyes.

I wanted to say it was a romantic night but the truth is that a few minutes later Aiden took part, satisfying himself until the morning.. However, guilt swiftly descended upon him as he noticed the traces of blood staining the sheets.

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Concerned, Aiden called out to Julie, anxiously inquiring about her well-being.

"Julie, Julie. Are you hurt? Your shoulder, show me," he expressed with genuine worry.

Julie stopped him with her foot, covering her shoulder. she ran out the door.. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, letting a smile escape her lips in the shadows of the night.

Left in solitude, Aiden pondered if he had committed a grave error, consumed by fear. "What if the captain did not liked it? What if she no longer desires my presence? What have I done?," he ruminate anxiously.

***

Upon Julie's return to the brothel, most of the men had already departed. Seated on a bench outside the bar, she was approached by a sophisticated elderly lady who graciously handed her a glass of drink.

"Word had spread that a certain individual planned to meet their demise in the depths of the ocean within a month, "

the lady observed. Curiosity piqued.

"As expected, the old lady is always well-informed," Julie retorted, accepting the glass and continuing the conversation. "So, any news about Mei?"

"If your sister had sought refuge in any brothel from here to Alaska, I would have know, Julie," the lady responded knowingly. The two women shared a moment of silence, sipping their drinks.

"There were just two times you had sat on this stool", said the old lady, and continued. "And on both occasions, they bid us farewell," she narrated.

Chuckling, the captain added, "Don't worry, old lady, this 'ill probably be mah last time." and added "Ye were always right, the bottom o'the ocean shall be my bed."

"I know, I never make a mistake, brat Julie."

The two exchanged glances filled with affection, as if bidding each other farewell, savoring the silence that enveloped them.