This one is pure horror. No sexytimes, just woman-kaiju vore. Inspired by Nyx and Aphrodite.

Cadmus was brought back to consciousness by the change in the rhythm of waves slapping the ship’s hull.  For days he had been relying on the steady cadence to stave off both nausea and nightmares.  The latter had provoked the crew to confine him to the bilge, and his screaming only abated when the boatswain had given him the last of his opium stash.

He could hear the crew moving to their stations and re-rigging the sails.  Lots of orders were shouted as the pilot began negotiating a delicate course.  We’re making port, thought Cadmus.  What should have been a relief was instead a wave of dread washing over him.  It seemed safer at sea, he thought.