A Ship of Claws. (Crazy)

He gave a soft pout from the toys, "Mm..if you say so," he leaned forward and kissed her, sucking on the cut to her tongue, before pulling back a little. "I just want you to be happy, pet.." he murmured out, his eyes looking into hers. For some reason, he felt as if he had seen those eyes once before.
 
As he looked into her eyes more, he'd struggle to remember where he'd seen them, but then she closed them and sank a little into the water "Master If... if you want to use toys on me... then you can... I just... would prefer it not to be wood... After all, a wooden stake..." She trailed off and he'd realise what her real issue with the spoke had been.
 
He listened to her, his thoughts still on where he had seen her from before.. but they trailed off by her next words. "I-" he paused, "I didn't think of it that way love, I'm sorry," he apologized softly, his thoughts trailing back to when he had first met her. It hadn't been at the docks. Had it? No... A servant in her father's court. One who had dreamed of a life on the seas, jealous of how the king had been happy, and wanted that happiness for himself.
 
She blinked as he spoke "L-Love?!" She gasped out, shock in her tone. She'd assumed she would just be his pet, the Vampire slut he fucked for fun... But now... No, he must've made a mistake, right? He couldn't be serious...

To him though, he'd realise she had no memory of him, meeting him at the court and him telling her his dreams... And perhaps that was for the best, especially now... He had the kings own daughter here, a more than willing sex-slave on his ship... Perfect for his own happiness...
 
"O-Oh! I... must've been distracted... Master... can call his pet whatever he wishes." She replied to him, realising he hadn't meant it the way she'd thought, even as she started to wash herself clean, giving him a show as she did.
 
Perhaps it wasn't so much an erasure as merely time obscuring both their memories, leaving them unable to recollect each others names and appearances. But the more he looked over her, the more familiar she became, and the more he knew he had to keep her as his.
 
When he noticed that, the blush on his cheeks died down finally, and she would see him give a nervous cough. “Uh, nothing, don’t worry your pretty little head over it.” Too unfortunate she didn’t remember him, a servant that had met with her before..defending her before, her patching up his wounds, telling him he should be more careful when fighting.
 
He should have seen himself with her, in her memories when he drank her blood earlier, but, since he didn't..that meant that somewhere she had been forced to forget him?

(I hope you don't mind this backstory bit)
 
(I just... We can keep it if you want, I'd just prefer Willow not to remember, that's all)

By this point, Willow had finished cleaning herself, moving to stand up "Is... Is there a towel anywhere, Master?" She asked softly, water dripping from her curves.
 
He laughed a little from her actions and held her body close to his. "That is correct.." he rubbed his hands up and down her curves as he had laid back against the pillows, her straddling his groin now. "My..you sure are a perfect pet.." he murmured out.
 
"Mm.. I know you were well versed in...certain actions before I captured you.. why don't you show me those now?" he asked, his eyes following her curves up to her breasts, and then down to where her ass was. She would have to undress him next if she continued.
 
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