“Come awake, my love..” Crow spoke while plucking Genevieve from her deep slumber, forcing her to be removed from her sultry dream involving her waker. With her eyes struggling to adjust to the light now brought within the boat through the open portholes, Genevieve let out a groan and stretched immediately while Crow smirked to see her chest rise and fall with a rather lustful grunt. Such a daily mundane activity having acted as an arousal for Crow, he cleared his throat for a moment before assisting her upwards from the hammock and up towards the top deck.
“We have one more ship to board following this one and we will be safely away from Ironwall and the horrid memories that remained along with it…” She nodded before crossing from one dock to the other, stalling before boarding the seco
