iii. PARIS: The Luca

You were caught in the midst of the moment, his arousal growing more with each passing second, and your desire for him matches just that.

Then, suddenly... you heard a trembling voice, followed by desperate loud knocks on your door.

"Captain, sighting of a Luca, come quick!" the first mate was shouting almost out of his breath.

The ship swayed and if not for Paris's fast reflexes you could have toppled over without a doubt.

Paris gently carried and placed you on top of the bed, wrapping warm bed linens on your shoulders.

Then he stood up, wobbly but determined, he hold on to the bed frame to keep himself from falling.

A storm seems to be battling with the royal ship as it is being tossed from the left side and center, like a toddler decided to shake sands that were inside a bottle.

"Paris, you can't, not in your condition," you said, your hands held him by his wrist, pulling him towards you, your arms hugging his waist in an attempt to stop him.