WBP Commanders = Thatch, Izou, Marco, Ace

The ropes around your chest created a harness, supporting the bulk of your weight, and keeping your hands tucked near your neck. Ropes against your hips and thighs carried the rest, leaving you curved comfortably as you dangled from the rafters. Your feet were pointed toward the ceiling, delicate patterns holding them snugly in place. Your hair had ropes and ribbons threaded through it, and it restricted your movement, but not so much you couldn't move your head to ease tension in your neck if needed.

There were few who could wrap you up and leave you so beautifully comfortable while suspended in the air like Izou could.

After checking that you weren't pinched anywhere, he places a length of bamboo between your teeth and ties it into place. Your breasts dangled freely, and your pussy clenched in anticipation and you swayed softly over the tea table.

The guests filed in, Thatch, Ace, and Marco. All had come to indulge in Izou's favorite tea: You.

Being in the middle of the four commanders rarely left you unattended or neglected. You were their sweetest - Ace's hearth , Thatch's cupcake, Marco's pretty bird, and Izou's sweet flower.

"As the ceremony progresses the tea's flavor will become more complex," Izou explains while you lay in a relaxed pile on the floor between the four of them. Izou hadn't left you suspended when the others arrived, and you would be eased onto the floor between "cups", to make sure you were still good and to verify nothing got too stiff or that you needed to stop.

"We'll go one full set today, but I'm hoping to work our cute little pot up to three full rounds one day." He muses, fingers caressing your face carefully.

"We'll start with Ace, then go around to Thatch, Marco and myself." He explains, passing out plates with snacks on them. "Thank you Thatch for working with me on these."

"It was my pleasure." Thatch replies with a big grin. He's not kidding, his mouth and hands were buried in your pussy for almost a week while he paired you to the foods Izou wanted. It'd been a good week for you both, since Thatch loved to make you cum, and he wasn't like Marco or Izou. Both of whom delighted in dragging out your ascent, teasing you until you were begging to cum for them.

Ace had a tendency to cum before you, whimper and whine through his own overstimulated cock, and keep going until you came too. He was learning well from the others, but youthful impatience still tripped him up from time to time.

Izou seemed to be taking that into consideration tonight by letting him go first.

"The most important part of this is that you don't rush it." Izou explains, his eyes on Ace you're sure. "You can use the brush," he holds up a soft bristled brush. "The stirrer," he holds up a thin, long and firm, bumpy dildo. "Or the whisk." He holds up a powerful vibrator that's mostly meant for your clit, but can certainly go other places.

"You're also welcome to simply use your hands, since this tea isn't going to get so hot we won't be able to handle her." He adds, rubbing his thumb against your lower lip, nail tapping against the bamboo bit.

Your body flexes, and several hands caress your skin as Izou pulls your rig up into air. He turns you so you're facing Marco, and your twitching cunt is facing Ace. Hot hands against your thighs make you moan softly while Marco steadies your face against his grip.

His hooded eyes are drinking you in already, and you're nervous how deeply he'll drink when it's his turn. Leaning down he kisses the bamboo bit between your lips tenderly, leaning back just as you feel Ace's lips on the insides of your thighs.

His hands are on your lower stomach, holding you steady as he kisses your thighs, working his way as slowly as he can stand toward your center. You're worked up with anticipation as it is, and while Ace is by no means slow, he's showing exceptional restraint.

By the time his wandering hands and hungry lips find their way to your cunt you're panting against the gag. They're all watching you silently, and only Marco and Ace are touching you.

Marco's hands cup your dangling breasts when Ace licks a heavy line against your clit, your own squirming causing your nipples to brush over his large hands. The soft pleasure rushes into your chest, and he presses against them as Ace's tongue works your clit more.

Your muffled voice drips from the bit and Marco smiles, tugging on your stiffening nipples as Ace begins to suckle your clit.

"Slow down a little, Ace." Izou says it softly. "Unlike with most teas, you don't want to under brew this one. She won't get bitter." He hands Ace the "stirrer".

Ace wipes his lips with the back of his hand, rubbing the bumpy toy against your soaking folds a few times until it was wet. Taking Izou's advice to heart he presses the tip into your vagina, barely pushing the first inch in. Wiggling it at your entrance he teases you for a solid minute before pushing it in another inch.

Your body tenses and you cry behind the gag and can feel the amusement coming from everyone watching you.

"There you go," Izou hums. "Next time-."

"Do this?" Ace interrupts. You can't see him, and he doesn't touch you, but you hear Izou hum positively. Looking at Marco with pleading eyes, he doesn't give away anything, just leaning in and kissing your bit again while he rolls your stiff nipples between his fingers.

"Don't fight it," Marco whispers to you, teasing your nipples gently, leaning back and watching you intently.

That gaze was often enough to send you over the edge, he was helping Ace who was learning as he was going. Thatch and Marco had been to Izou's tea ceremonies before, each as the tea in their own turn. Marco and Izou weren't switches like Thatch and Ace, but it didn't mean they wouldn't play the part for the right people.

However rare the occasion may be.

Ace's fingers start rubbing your clit as he works the toy in another inch. Stirring it around inside you he pushes it in deeper before pulling it back out. Teasing your clit and fucking you with the small toy. It had length and texture, but there wasn't any girth to speak of.

You squeak and whine behind the gag, shivering and squirming as much as your position allows while the orgasm builds.

"Whistling like an actual kettle," Thatch muses. "Cute."

Ace pulls the dildo out completely, setting it on the little plate like he was supposed to. His fingers are still teasing your clit as his tongue pushes into your cunt. The heat and thickness are nothing like the toy and it only takes him a few seconds to push you over the edge.

Marco stops teasing your breasts when you cum on Ace's mouth, putting a finger into each of your hands, letting your fingers flex and grip his, instead of pressing into your own palms. Ace stops teasing your clit as you come down from the high, his hands on your hips, his tongue still deep inside you, drinking greedily. Your legs tremble as he overstimulates you, but just as you're going to whine he stops.

Izou lowers you onto the plush mat beneath you, and they all massage your muscles and check the knots while you take a breather. Knowing you were in good hands made it easy to relax.

"If all tea tasted like that, I'd be more willing to drink it." Ace says, wiping his lips off with a thumb before sucking it clean.

Izou takes the bit out of your mouth. "How're you doing, sweet flower?"

"M'good," you mumble, stretching and moving your jaw around while the gag is out. "It's a good start."

"Wonderful." He leaves the bit out as he pulls you back into the air. "Thatch said he wanted a full-bodied drink, so we're not going to put the bit in."

He gets up onto his knees, pulling his kimono aside. "But I do hate to leave your mouth unoccupied."

Izou steadies you by slipping his fingers between yours, putting just the tip of his cock on your tongue. Thatch spreads your labia and slowly, oh so slowly, works his finger into you. He teases and wiggles his finger more than Ace did the stirrer, making you pant against the tip of Izou's cock.

The two work together with hardly a word between them, and when Thatch adds a second finger Izou's starts pushing into your mouth properly.

"There we go," he hums, pushing in deeper and deeper as Thatch's fingers make your cunt squelch and drip.

Something nuzzles against your clit and you recognize the wand just as it slowly inches to life. The low setting beats almost like a smack against your labia, but as it gains speed it truly begins to vibrate.

"Here," you hear Ace say the word, but he doesn't touch you.

"Oh good idea." Thatch hums and a second after you hear another strong squishy noise, you hear water hit porcelain.

"Did you set a cup to catch what she's dripping?" Izou questions, his voice amused and distracted as he holds your gaze. You can feel your face heat up as Ace answers with a delighted yup!

"It's a treat watching you get worked over, little teapot." Marco hums, rubbing your stomach with a warm hand.

The vibrator grows stronger and stronger until you're moaning and mewling against Izou's cock so loudly no one is saying anything. They're just listening to you, watching you squirm and twitch.

Izou pulls back, cumming against your tongue, watching the pulses of his spend coat it as you start to whine about the impending orgasm.

"Keep your mouth open, little pot." Izou commands, pressing a finger against your upper teeth, his eyes never leaving the cum in your mouth.

Thatch pulls his fingers out, throwing the vibrator to high, and licking and sucking your folds while you cum against his face. You aren't sure if you squirt or not, the rush of sensation and the focus on keeping your mouth open being just enough to addle your senses. The sweet rush of pleasure has your eyes rolling back a little as your drool mixes with Izou's spend, causing it to drip from your tongue when your body starts to shiver.

The only person making more noise than you is Thatch. He's moaning and slurping your pussy like it's ambrosia, and he's not holding back. He licks you through the orgasm and only relents when Marco says his name, stopping a moment after you began to whine from the overstimulation.

"Swallow." Izou commands, once Thatch lets you breathe and you swallow as he commands. It's foamy and bitter and cold and you almost hate it, but it's one of those things you willingly endure when you want.

Izou lowers you again, and you roll your joints and hum sweetly when they all start massaging your limbs again.

"Color, pretty bird." Marco prompts and you chew on it for a moment before answering.

"Green," you assure him. "The breaks between help a lot, and you're all being nice."

"It's your first endurance heavy session." Izou says. "We've already divvied up your work for tomorrow between the four of us so you can rest."

"Besides, you're coming up on the meanies." Ace says with a grin, leaning down and kissing your hip before massaging it more.

"I'm not mean, yoi." Marco huffs.

"Compared to Ace and Thatch you are," you say, smiling up at him and watching his ears go pink. "But I don't mind when you're a lil' mean," you give him a coy look when you say it, looking away shyly. You can feel the tension rolling off him.

Izou rarely needed prompting when you really wanted him to be mean, but Marco often just needed a little push. You'd never begged him for it, you were almost nervous to open that door, but you trusted him regardless.

After drinking some water you were hauled back up into the ropes. Marco had used his flames to soothe a couple places that were sore, and you felt pretty good as you were pulled up, and up. Up higher this time than times before.

Ace was at eye-level with you, set up on his knees fondling your breasts while leaving light teasing kisses around your mouth. He wasn't letting you hide your face as Marco spread your legs wide, pressing the head of his cock into your slit. Gasping, you buck, Ace steadying you a little by your tits.

"This is a sight I don't get to see often," Licking his lips, Ace nuzzles his nose against yours. "Look at me. I want to see your face, lil' hearth."

"Please, I-!" You gasp, teary eyes looking at Ace when Marco pushes in.

You're soaking wet. Having cum a few times, and being teased to the point of dripping, you were more than ready for him. In his human form Marco was only a little smaller than Thatch, longer but not as thick. Out of the four of them, he was the one that could bully you the deepest.

It could be painful, if he wasn't careful, but once Marco had learned your limits, he never crossed the line.

The swift motion nearly made you orgasm, especially with Ace teasing your nipples. The way he held your gaze, teeth biting into his lower lip as he watches you, he finally leans down and catches your lips when Marco starts to move.

Cupping your face to better control the kissing, Ace doesn't relent. You can feel him moaning softly into the kiss, not quite matching the muffled sounds you're making, but close enough. You wanted to beg him to put his cock between your lips, but you could barely find a moment to breathe with his tongue rolling around yours. Kisses from Ace were always so warm that they made you dizzy.

They weren't painfully hot, but he gave you a fever with his deep kisses. The only person you knew whose feverish kisses were, in fact, fever inducing. It made it hard to think clearly.

Marco's only concern was making you sing into Ace's mouth, and that alone was making the pleasure coil in your stomach. You just hoped he wasn't going to make you squirt.

"There's a joke in here about frothing your tea," Izou hums, his gaze fixed on the beautiful teapot hanging between Marco and Ace.

"It had crossed my mind, yoi." Marco admits, finally finding what he was looking for and grinding into you until you're squirming, nearly screaming into Ace's kisses.

"Want it extra creamy?" Thatch asks with a big grin, waving the vibrating wand back and forth.

You can hear Marco laugh, and Ace breaks the kiss so you can speak up if you want to.

"Sure." Marco answers, and you wonder if maybe this is what you got for implying he was mean.

Thatch nestles the toy against your clit and you whimper. The pleasure is already building so fast, and Marco has your internal weakness laser targeted at this point.

"You can say no," Ace murmurs and you shake your head.

"Wanna know," you gasp, tears already sliding down your cheeks. "H-hold onto me, Ace, I wanna know."

Ace smiles. "Sure thing," he puts his hands in yours as much as the ropes allow, and you can tell one of his hands had been busy jerking himself off. There was something sweet about someone needy like Ace edging himself for your sake.

Thatch turns the wand on straight to full and your body goes taut. "Holy shit!" You cry out, fingers flexing against Ace's, your toes curling. Eyes wide, panting and gasping you whine and mewl and scream and swear and cum so hard you forget to breathe for a moment. It's like electricity through your body, and you almost want more. More vibrations, more from Marco - bigger and thicker, with a concerningly large knot.

Your tongue hangs out of your mouth as you lose the control needed to keep it behind your open lips, the sweet shivering sounds you usually make traded out for something deeper and almost inhuman. You could care less how you sound right now, the pleasure has a grip on you and you don't want it to let go.

Maybe ever, if you could just sink-.

Ace twists a nipple and you gasp in a breath, shaking and dripping sweat, drool, tears, and pleasure when Marco pulls out of you. You're pretty sure he didn't cum, but it was hard to know with how fully battered your senses were.

"Color," Ace prompts.

"Gre-green, I'm... fuck... fuck... M-Marco can dr-drink, I'm - fuck - okay. I'm okay," you reassure him. If you weren't tangled up in ropes you'd be a pile of useless limbs on the ground. Dizzy from the rush, your skin was on fire from the intensity of it, but it had felt so good you already wanted to be able to chase that high again.

"Watch her," Marco says, kneeling down and keeping your legs spread.

Ace takes a handkerchief from Thatch, wiping the snot and drool off your face as Marco's tongue slowly licks along your folds. The tender licking gives you a moment to cool off, and you can feel the flicker of flames soothing some of the ache from the intense orgasm.

You can't help the surge of emotion, crying softly. There's no sorrow in the tears, you just can't believe how lucky you are, and the rush of physical pleasure has your emotions in a heightened state.

"You're all... so kind," you manage to say, smiling despite the rush of tears.

"Terrible thing to say to pirates, cupcake." Thatch teases, brushing away some tears as Ace kisses the tip of your nose.

"You trust us," Ace says, a serious look on his face. "We'd be real assholes if we fucked that up."

"Aww, listen to the little romantic." Izou purrs, breaking the tension with a catty tone.

You giggle at the exchange, and then gasp, mewling and nuzzling into Ace's hand as Marco's tongue goes unnaturally long, coiling deep inside you. Break time was over, Marco wanted his due. With the fine control he had, he could get it. The long, tapered muscle pushing in just as deep as he could with his cock, flicking and twisting against your gummy walls.

He was going to drink every drop you had to offer, and maybe even more.

"'At tongue is gonna reach my brains," you sigh, kissing the pad of Ace's thumb before he pushes it against your tongue. You can see him stroking himself with his other hand.

Marco's tongue urges you toward another orgasm, leaving you to pant against Ace's thumb. Stretching your face toward him, he picks up on your want, smearing his thumb across your cheek when he pulls you into another kiss. Your lips are going to be swollen and chapped, but the warmth is grounding, and all your men have the sweetest lips.

It's hard to refrain from kissing them all the time, honestly.

The second orgasm Marco pulls from you is softer than the first. Sweet and gentle the pleasure soaks into your skin like ink blotting on paper. It feels almost more like a massage than a flood or crack of electricity. Warmth splashes onto your dangling breasts, Ace moaning into your mouth as you slowly come down from your own high.

Breaking the kiss he leans back, sitting on his heels for a moment to catch his breath, and appreciate the sight of you. Watching his spend drip off your tits for a minute before wiping them off with a clean cloth.

When you're lowered onto the ground this time there's warmed damp towels to clean you up. The others share some of their snacks with you, and you take a few minutes to have something to drink as well.

"I thought we were going to go easy on her." Izou frowns. "Two orgasms, Marco?"

"Sorry, yoi." He replies honestly. "It was harder to hold back than I thought."

"He still hasn't cum." You murmur. Your soft tone is because Thatch is massaging your legs, and it feels fucking divine.

"He shouldn't get to for a week after that." Izou growls, giving Marco a glare.

Marco puts his hands up in surrender, before leaning over and looking over you. You can tell from the look in his eyes he's in doctor mode, not lover mode.

"How are you doing, pretty bird?"

"I can do one more round." You answer, rolling your joints and wiggling around a little bit. "As long as I don't have to like, run laps on deck afterward or anything."

"You don't have to push for my sake," Izou says, looking down at you with a tilt of his head. "I organized this, sure, but I specifically decided to go last so you could call it if you needed to."

Grinning you stick out your tongue. "Untie my hands and I'll keep all your guests occupied while you have your cup, Sir." You retort cheekily.

There's a beat and the smile Izou gives you sends a chill down your back. "Oh you'll keep my guests occupied while I make my cup, little teapot."

Izou puts a blindfold over your eyes and pulls you back up into the air. Cold lube coats the slender dildo Izou called the stirrer, and he works it into your ass, leaving you gasping from the cold, squirming against the intrusion.

"Open," Marco commands, hands on your cheeks. You open your mouth, tongue out and hungry as he presses the head of his cock against it. You could taste what was left of you on his skin. It was best to open wide and let him do as he pleased, if he wanted you to do anything to help he'd tell you.

"This should fit." Izou hums, pushing the vibrating wand into your throbbing cunt. He doesn't turn it on, working it in slowly while he works the bumpy toy into your ass a little deeper.

Thatch and Ace begin to play with your dangling breasts, making you moan and whine against Marco's cock. It made it harder to take Marco's length, but he took mercy on you and adjusted what he was doing. Deep-throating was something that they only did when you could focus on it.

No one wanted the session to end because a gag turned into something worse.

Something rougher than you expected brushes against your clit, and you scream and buck. Everyone else was expecting it, your lovers moving with you and helping you stabilize as Izou didn't relent. It was the literal brush, a softer bristled toothbrush. Softer maybe, but your throbbing clit was sensitive and the sensation was sharp and intense.

"Perfect." Izou grins, showing you mercy and taking the brush away. He rakes his nails down your ass cheeks, forcing you to hum and moan against Marco's cock.

He leaves you be for a few moments, letting Marco push deeper and deeper into your throat until your nose is buried in his pubes. Ace and Thatch tease your nipples and it's everything you have to focus on breathing as Marco pulls back and starts fucking your throat. A soft vibration in your vagina makes your body tighten a little, but it's not so much you can't ignore it and focus on the task at hand.

So long as it doesn't get turned up too much.

It doesn't take Marco long to cum in your throat, and once he pulls out of your mouth the vibrations inside you begin to pick up. Izou knew where to put it too, it's bullying the same spot Marco likes to pay attention to.

"Gods, I'm - how did that fit?" You question, squirming as Izou fucks your ass with the bumpy dildo, making the constant thrum of pleasure from the vibrator stronger as you clench against it from the intrusion.

"It's not as thick as Thatch," Izou answers, brushing the soft bristles against your clit and making you whine at the excess stimulation.

"I -."

"I thought someone said she could entertain my guests?" Izou hums, giving you a breather before pressing the brush into your clit heavier than before. You cry out as Thatch steadies your face, rutting his cock against your tongue.

You stretch your face toward him, letting him know he can do as he needs. This time it's Izou's finger on your clit, the wand vibrating inside you as Thatch's thick cock stretches your mouth. He can't deep throat you, but he can certainly use your mouth. His thick girth acting more like a gag than anything else, it takes everything you have to keep your teeth off his shaft.

Every now and then Izou smacks your ass with his free hand, making you moan and squeak against Thatch's cock. You can feel his hands flexing against your face, and you can imagine the way his eyes are rolling back a little as he enjoys rubbing against your tongue. Like Marco he hadn't cum yet either, and watching everything must have him worked up.

Izou turns up the vibe, thrusting it in and out, making you squirm and whine against Thatch. You hear him hiss, hands tightening in your hair.

"Tongue out, little dessert!" He growls, pulling out of your mouth enough for you to stick your tongue out. Thatch ruts against it, pushing the head of his cock into the roof of your mouth. It skids along the slick surfaces, precum smearing the inside of your mouth as he moves against your tongue. The act of him rutting against your tongue causes you to drool, the act is always a mess.

You can feel your pleasure building, squirming as Thatch draws closer. Panting around his cock, mewled sounds falling from your lips like drops of saliva, you can imagine the eyes that are on you.

Just as your orgasm starts to crest, Izou uses the brush on your clit, shattering the building pleasure and making your body clench so hard you expel the small dildo in your ass as Thatch cums. Thick ropes flood your mouth, and he's cumming on your tongue even as you're coughing from the first bits that are trickling down the back of your throat.

It's only frustrating because Izou shattered your orgasm, but you shouldn't have been surprised. You had given him hell earlier. An unwise choice in the middle of a session, especially one built up around some of his favorite things.

"Well, that was impressive." Izou muses, pulling the vibrating wand out of your pussy. You get a moment to catch your breath and someone puts an O-ring gag into your mouth.

"This is for Ace's safety, yoi." Marco explains, putting it into place. "Snap your fingers for me, pretty bird, let me see that you can do it."

You snap your fingers, having more movement between your middle finger and thumb specifically for that reason. You feel the vibrator press against your clit, while Izou licks your labia. You gasp against the gag, and Ace starts to work his cock into your mouth.

Marco and Thatch help Izou, holding and bracing your legs, keeping you even more immobile than you already had been. When all of them got into it at the same time, things often got very intense.

Marco had his fruit, but Izou did not.

And thank the gods for that.

Ace kept your head steady, and Marco and Thatch made sure you weren't going to squirm away. Izou's tongue laps at your clit a few times before his fingers go to work and his tongue pushes into your cunt. Moaning against Ace's cock, you wriggle against the iron grips of Marco and Thatch, but not in any attempt to try and get free.

The rush of the struggle was just what you wanted, and neither one would let you squirm free unless you started snapping your fingers.

"Greedy thing," Izou hums. "You've got a good hold of her, you two should tickle her feet. Make her work for it."

The sounds you make are ones of protest as you try to earnestly wriggle away from the threat of being tickled. You're too soundly tied, and held, to have any hope of escape, and now you understood why the gag had been put in.

Ace pulls back and out as Marco and Thatch tickle your feet, leaving you to screech and laugh from it, the sounds mixed with salacious moans. Izou was showing you no mercy, his tongue and lips worshiping your trembling folds, and his fingers teasing your clit. It's nothing but your sounds filling the small room.

Moans.

Laughter.

Moans.

Muffled laughter as Ace pushes back into your throat. The intrusion distracts you from the tickling a little bit, and you're more moans than choking laughter. Marco and Thatch are easing up a little as your pleasure builds, or you're just not able to feel the tickling over the building orgasm. You don't get tickled often so you aren't sure.

Ace doesn't last long, either because of the situation itself, or the sensation of you laughing against his cock. He cums on your face, always preferring to cover and mark you, instead of fill you. He swears softly and a moment after you thought he was done he cums again, coating your tongue, and letting it dripped down your chin.

"Fuck, she's hot like that." He gasps.

"Help her," Thatch says.

You feel Ace's lips pressing against yours, kissing around the circle your mouth's forced into by the gag. His warm hands cup your breasts softly, the light touch sending thrills into your chest. Your whining moans fill the air as Izou finally starts to bring you to the peak.

The tremble in your legs makes Thatch and Marco open them just a little bit further. The soft ache from the stretch is nothing against the pleasure of Izou's mouth and hands. Ace stops playing with your breasts long enough to pull the gag out for you, letting you rest your forehead against his shoulder while he continues to tease your stiff nipples.

Dribbles of swear tumble from your lips in a mix of moans and sobs. The slow build of pleasure, the orgasms before this, the teasing, the rough rush of the brush against your clit, all of it was coming to a head and your exhausted body could hardly hold onto. It's more than a simple shiver that rolls through your body, and you start shaking. The only reason no one stops is because you're begging for them to keep going.

"Please, please, please, please, fuck, please, don't stop, gods, fucking - fuck! Fuck, it's good, so good, it's-!" Gasping your body tenses from your toes to your fingers. It's making your body shudder, and you're sobbing from the building pleasure.

Ace is hugging you, leaving your breasts alone as you scream against his shoulder. Babbled words, desperate pleas, and garbled apologies, as you cum hard against Izou's face. You swear you can feel him swallowing your pleasure, his hands rubbing circles against your stomach.

You babble something, and Ace pats your head.

"You did good," he says softly, shrugging as the four of them lower you back down onto the cushions.

"You did exceptionally." Izou assures you. Somehow his makeup is still perfect, though strands of his hair have come loose and are hanging down around his face as he leans over you. "You exceeded my expectations, sweet flower."

"Hard," you sigh as Izou and Thatch begin to slowly untie you. "Came hard," you murmur the words and Ace and Marco begin to rub your limbs. There's smiles and soft chuckles all around.

"Came really hard," you say, a soft satisfied sound escaping you.

"You did beautifully," Izou reassures you.

"The best little teapot." Thatch adds, tapping your nose gently.

"You... didn't do so bad yourselves." You manage, laughing with a little more energy this time.

"Anything hurt, pretty bird?" Marco questions, his bright eyes catching your gaze and making sure you're aware enough to answer him properly.

You shake your head. "Muscles are a little sore," you admit, letting them move you around as they pull the last of the ropes away. "Limbs are kind of wibbly."

"Wibbly?"

"Very technical term, doctor." You grin.

Marco leans down and kisses your forehead. "I'm glad you're alright."

"I... I think I wouldn't mind having tea... once... a month?" You prompt, feeling heat rush to your face as everyone looks at you.

"I was worried you were going to say once a week." Izou grins. "But I think that's not asking too much."

"I don't know that I'd be able to do much around the ship if it was that often." You admit sheepishly, letting Ace and Thatch help you sit up. "Whoa." You sink into the two of them and they adjust quickly, steadying and supporting you.

"You alright?" Thatch asks and you nod, eyes closed.

"Little dizzy, but it's passing."

"I'll get some more water, and something for you to eat." Izou says, standing up. "Thatch and Marco can get you cleaned up, and Ace you can help them if they need it."

Izou comes over and caresses your face, giving you a gentle smile. "Good job, sweet flower. You did beautifully."