There is a lot going on in the mind of the dark empress of the seven seas, sitting in her "throne", overseeing her crew maintain inventory of their latest bounty, some carry on with their deeds, and her first mate... Resting. She gave explicit instructions to not disturb her unless absolutely necessary and she does made that order clear. Even the act of idleness makes her even more frightening against her crew. Many wonder what is going in that mind: A new plan to pillage the bounty of the oceans? Make more fools out of the imperial navies of the world? Fight more demons that leaked out from the darkest pits of hell?

Well...

"Ay dios mio! I'm so bored! Why do kings and queens even bother with these... thrones?! Ruling an entire lands and commanding armies all while sitting on your ass in a glorified chair all day doesn't sound like the thing any self-respecting ruler would do. I wonder what the chef is cooking tonight? I hope it isn't stewed cows liver again eeegch! Even with with my power I can't stomach that slop."

Crossing her legs, Darquebane notices something she has been ignoring for some time.

"Huh? Did my tits get bigger? Oh right, I was too busy and never had the time to 'relieve the girls'. Mmmm... I know a certain special kitty would love to. Shit! I forgot I put the poor boy in traction after last night's sexing. Funny that being a crew member made him immortal but not invulnerable, way to go, Darque. Bored, breasts in need of relief and stuck with a crew probably too scared to acknowledge your plight. Maybe I should be less... scary."

She then looks over to the pile of cloths and rare silks and thinks of a good idea.

"Hey, that's plenty to make a tapestry, I could just..."

She gets up and it grabs the attention of every crewmember that eyes her as if ready to follow her orders.

"Are we ready to go Captain?" Says one of the undead crewmembers.

"Uh, no. Just need to move a bit. Nothing planned, as you were."

"Yes captain" and the member leaves and everyone returns to their duties in the cove.

"Damnit! Can't even move without getting attention. Maybe I should be less terrifying to the crew. Would make it easier to get off this glorified stool and..."

She notices a litle jolt in her right pectoral and it made her left breast jump and it felt good. So for the next few minutes, Darquebane sneakingly pec flexes to make her massive jugs dance and bounce with joy to relieve her boredom until she snaps out of it by the sound of the cook ready for today's meal. It's steak night and for once she is excited. Or it would have been if the cook further said that would have been the night if due to a certain bug infesting the meat. So it's going to be stewed cows liver again.

Digging her claws into the armrests, flexing the muscles in her arms to echo the sounds of tightening fabric along with her pecs enough to push her mountainous breasts out enough to pop a string off her top, the lioness makes a silent sign that someone is going to die tonight.

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