IC Pirateness

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Blessing grinned mischievously and stretched her arms up over her head, arching her back, she held the stretch for a few seconds, then lowered her body back to the bed. A yawn escaped her mouth, only to be quickly covered by the back of her hand.

"I took lessons without my step mother's knowledge, or my father's. Janette's brother was home for several months recovering from an injury to his arm. Once it healed he wanted to strengthen it," she shrugged her shoulders. "Janette refused to parry with him, so I said I would."

She curled against him, "Jack why are you in my bed?" She wasn't complaining and she hoped he know that. Her fingers trailed along his arm, amazed at the hard muscle underneath the sun kissed flesh. Watching the muscle ripple under her touch, caused her to lick her lips, moistening them with her pink tongue. "And Jack... do you have an enormous number of rats?"

 

[scribe_m]

Gay pedo pirate sticky dom Depp yay!

She squealed a bit as she felt his blade tear her pants. Damn! They were her only pair! She'd have to be more nimble, less a more revealing part be torn. She kicked a barrel towards him, to open more distance between them.

"Damn, thee, boy! Treat these barrels with respect! They're worth more than your worthless hide!" The barrel leaked, extruding its contents. "MOLASSES?? MOLASSES??" Menrod was enraged. Evidently, the ship they just raided was one arm of the slavery triangle. Slaves to America for molasses. Molasses to Europe to make rum. And rum to Africa for slaves. Once a slave himself, the half-breed menrod grew red with anger. With inhuman strength, he picked up the barrel and threw it at his opponent. The barrel split, knocking Josie to the floor, covered with sticky syrup. Picking up Josie's blade, Menrod said, "I'll be taking that. You won't need a blade for what I'll be doing to you." A foot to her chest, Menrod bent over and, with one hand, ripped her shirt and trousers. He threw the syrup-covered rags in the corner. He looked at Josie, still covered in brownish goo, and himself began to strip. His broad sweaty chest was adorned with tatoos and scars. His flat stomach belied years of work on the ship. His darkened skin was a mixture of days in the hot sun and his mulatto heritage. He wore but a cloth to cover his manhood but that would be gone soon. "Now, lad, you are mine," Menrod said, leaning over. He gave the poor girl a wanton kiss a man could only give a man.

OOC: "You are pretty much free to go on with what you want", eh? Arrrrr.


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[leopardlover]

Jack takes in the sight of her stretching form with -very- appreciative eyes, her breasts pushing out towards him invitingly. He's been at sea for a good month now, and while women are around he does not do anything with his crew. So his body responds, sending signals all through his body. He pants suddenly feel a bit tight as he thinks to himself I wonder how those look unclothed...And how they feel, how they would taste on my tongue

"So that is how you think you could beat me. still doubt it. I mean, you are afraid of rats, which I might add there are very few on the L'Amore. I make sure it stays clean"

He looks thoughtful for a moment as he watches her facination with his arm; but he attempts to pull his gaze from her tongue before responding.

"I dont know. Though it -is- my bed we are in, I did tell you you could have it while onboard."

His leg slides between hers without even thinking about it as he watches her fingers move along his flesh. He finds it oddly exciting, making his heartbeat pick up a little at such a small touch.

"I guess...You looked so beautiful and peaceful. And I was thinking about what you said. Concerning us. What better way could I show what I think than curling up beside you, watching you sleep? Then I fell asleep myself. And her we are, one slain rat and some time later."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Blessing felt the heat of her cheeks, as she heard his words. Her stomach was rolling in small flutters as she felt his leg slide between hers. The skirt resting between him and her skin. Her finger moves down his arm, and over his wrist, tracing the veins lie beneath the warm skin.

She can't believe she is doing this, touching him, and allowing him to lie next to her. In all rights she should have removed herself from his side, but something kept her there, as if she were tethered to him, unable to break away.

Her eyes moved from his face to his chest, she studied the hard muscles she saw there, her tongue once more sneaking out to lick her lips. "I would be up to the challange of a dual with katanas. I know pistols would not be a problem, so I'm sure katanas would be good as well."

Realizing that he hadn't told her to stop touching, but in fact had gasped earlier, she wondered what else would happen to him if she moved her hand up to his chest. Biting her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, she slipped her palm and rested it on his chest. "Jack... I... wonder would you....," she wet her tongue once more. "Do you think we might be able to.... "

Suddenly she remembered his words, "You think I'm beautiful?" she asked him.

 

[leopardlover]

He continues to watch her, his features and body totally relaxed except for the tent in his trousers, one that she thankfully has not noticed yet. He hopes, even as he doubts, that it will go away. And soon. He follows her progress with his eyes, occasionally looking to her face to see what she shows.

"You would be huh? Well, maybe we shall spar sometime then nothing serious or giving it our all maybe, but a little playing would be okay."

He ignores the stammered question for a moment, answering her second question first as his hand strokes her cheek.

"I always thought you were the most beautiful woman I have ever seen... You were always so vibrant, so full of life. Add to that the most luxuriant, curly head full of red hair, sparkling green eyes, full breasts and a body to die for; how could I not?"

Jack now addresses her other question. He isnt sure exactly what she wants, but definately wants to find out. Her breathing is off, her skin flushed, seemingly unable to say much then asking clearly if she is beautiful. He doesnt assume though, knowing he may be wrong.

"Could I do what? I'll do most anything for you. Even not talk to you again were you to wish it..."

He doesnt like the idea and it shows, a shadow briefly crossing his features.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Captain Goodall

She looked down in shame, a blush coming to her cheeks as she breathed heavily. Oh, she didn't want to enjoy this, she wished she didn't enjoy it but the pirate woman's hands were absolutely skilled, making her feel bliss. And then those lips were on her mouth, and she was pulled into a hungry, wanton, kiss.

Her eyes half closed, and before she realized it she found herself returning it. She tried to pull her mouth away, but felt her head forced close, the pirate's tongue snaking it's way into her mouth. Her body twitched and the moist evidence of her true feelings about this only became larger. When the kiss was finally broken, she couldn't bite back the word that escaped her throat, "More!"

 

[blackopal19]

The barrel stunned her and she fell back. The next thing she knew, she was on her back, covered in the sticky stuff with the man pinning her down. She shrieked loudly as he ripped her clothes open to reveal her feminine body, and she started to kick and beat at him...

"Get off you oaf!"

She managed to plant a well aimed kick against him, and clawed at him with her hands.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

She looked down in shame, a blush coming to her cheeks as she breathed heavily. Oh, she didn't want to enjoy this, she wished she didn't enjoy it but the pirate woman's hands were absolutely skilled, making her feel bliss. And then those lips were on her mouth, and she was pulled into a hungry, wanton, kiss.

Her eyes half closed, and before she realized it she found herself returning it. She tried to pull her mouth away, but felt her head forced close, the pirate's tongue snaking it's way into her mouth. Her body twitched and the moist evidence of her true feelings about this only became larger. When the kiss was finally broken, she couldn't bite back the word that escaped her throat, "More!"

Liz smirks, taking her by her hair, and pulling her head back.

"More? You think you deserve more? This is too easy. Very well then."

She picks up the dagger, and cuts away her knickers, leaving her naked before Liz's gaze. She sets the dagger back down, and roughly cups her pussy with one hand, the other still holding her head back. Liz presses two fingers agressivelyinside the captain's body, while she leans in close to her neck again.

"Is this how you got thru the ranks of the navy so quick?"

She chuckles, and then bites her neck lightly, holding skin between her teeth and sucking hard to leave several obvious red marks on the skin of her neck, and her throat.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

"Jack," she chuckled softly. "We'd used corked tips, but I'd still give it my all if I were to dual you. Perhaps we'd just have to bargain for something, in order for you to put forth your best. I would hate for you to not do your best, and always be able to clain I beat you because you went easy on me."

Her hand moved from his chest. She slowly slid her finger down his cheek, "I'd not wish to harm such lovely features." Her breath was coming rapidly in her throart, and she pulled her hand away.

She realized then what was happening to her, what she had dreamed of for several years, nights full of passion and desire. She lay there her fingers now resting on his arm, her eyes looking at his face, watching his lips move. His words concerning her beauty touched her and she lowered his eyes at the compliments. Each one brought a tremor to her stomach.

When he asked her to complete her question, she was taken back. "Oh Jack, I don't wish you to stop talking to me." Blessing realized what she wanted, she just wasn't sure how to say it. The doubt of her own abilities still weighed heavy on her mind. Then there was the fact that he was going to marry her and leave her somewhere. Did she dare give me her heart again? Had he ever really NOT had it?

She felt herself leaning into him. Her body pressing closer. Her tongue snaked out and licked her lips once more. The width that seperated her lips from his was closing and her mind was telling her to stop, her body telling her to go. It was then when she allowed her heart to start speaking, she loved him. But she couldn't love him completely if he were going to discard her.

Sorrow filled her features and she moved from the bed. "Jack, I think we could work well together. I loved you then, and I think, no... I'm sure I could love you again, if I ever stopped."

She walked to the window, "Jack... I can't love you though. I can't keep loving you, and then be dropped off like cargo." A tear escaped her eye, "and I don't know what kind of life I could have on a ship."

Her heart was breaking as she continued, "I think you should go." She turned and looked at him, the depth of her dispair evident on her face. "I can't be loved, and discarded again."

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Captain Goodall

Her shame was like no other, and she found herself moaning in bliss as those fingers found their way into her dripping sex. She pressed herself against the woman, her hot breath running across the Pirate's skin, "No.. No, I didn't.. I worked for it.." She nuzzled into the skin, her hips weakly rocking against those fingers in earnest, and her juices dripped down those digits, soaking them.

"This is.. wrong.. I shouldn't.." Even as she said it she didn't stop, and now she was even licking at the slender neck of the pirate that was enjoying her. Her magnificent body was glistening with sweat, and her cries were filled with agonizing pleasure, her heart begging for the sweet release of a blissful climax. Until then, she worked herself at a frenzied pace toward it, rubbing her body against the Pirate's.

 

[leopardlover]

He smiles as she moves closer and closer, those wonderful lips he could never forget moving so close, so very tantalizingly close...Then she pulls aways. He sits up, arms across his knees in dumbstruck silence as she speaks, the playfulness of moments before gone. His features show the same sorrow, the same despair as he sees on her face. But there is also a look of uncomprehension, wouth working silently for several moments before he can speak, as if not knowing what the hell to say to words that make no sense.

"I offered to drop you somewhere and leave because that is what you wanted. You gave every indication of hating my guts. Had I still thought you wished me to I'd have not come back down, let alone slept beside you, my weapons within your reach."

He wants to rush to her, to dry the tear from her face, but he is not sure if he should, and thus stops halfway, having taken three steps towards her, then is not sure what he should do exactly. So he waits, arms slightly outspread, towards her, frozen in that position. The expression on his face is one anyone not blind can understand. He is in love, and pained that she still thinks he'd do that. The fact she doesn't understand bothers him, but mildy. He wants her to understand and isn't sure how to prove it.

"Why...Would I leave you...When I just all but said that I love you? That doesn't make sense to me. As to life on a ship...Its pretty damned nice. The woman I used to know would love it."

He starts to get discouraged as first one, then two minutes go by and she doesnt move. His demeanor gets bleaker and bleaker as something he never expected to happen. His heart is breaking and he cant stop it. He does not know how. And he can not seem to build a wall of steel in and arund himself to numb the pain. For the first time he thinks he understands the hopelessness of one who has just had their ship well and truly sunk.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She looks at him, her heart beating loudly with every breath she takes. The welcoming sight of his arms beckons her and this time she concedes defeat. For now, she'll let him hold her again. For now she'll allow herself to feel the love she had missed for so many years in her life. The steps were few and reached quickly, though to her it seemed like a million lifetimes seperated them.

Her fingers moved to his neck, her body pressed against his and she felt herself melt into the kiss she gave him. She stood on the tips of her toes, trying to reach further into his kiss, trying to project to him how much holding him, seeing him, and touching him one more time felt to her.

As her tongue moved between the slightly parted lips of his mouth, she felt a stirring of longing she had long since denied herself. Eight years ago she had given this man her body, and her heart, in this one kiss she gave him her soul. She melted into him once more, as if time had never existed, as if parents hadn't plotted and schemed, lied and cheated.

Passion ignited and she felt herself being carried away. She only wanted at that moment to let him know that right then and there she loved him. The kissed ebbed slowly away. The taste of him still lingered on her lips and her bottom lip trembled as she gazed up at him.

"Oh God Jack," she told him, her hand coming to her lips. "I'm sorry... I" she buried her head in his chest. "I shouldn't have done that." She felt the heat of her blush, as she fought for control, she had felt so much that she got lost in it, unable to think clearly. She stayed there resting her head against his chest, trying to recapture her breath, hoping and praying he didn't think bad of her.

 

[leopardlover]

Jack sighs in obvious relief when she walks to him, his arms wrapping tightly about her slim waist. He looks down , tears of happiness in his eyes. He realizes in that moment, when he was about to lose something he didnt know he still needed, that his words were true as could be. That she holds the second key to his very soul. He needs her like he needs the freedom the L'amore offers him.

He doesnt speak, the emotions he is feeling quite obvious with the tears running down his cheeks that he does not try to wipe away or hide, the almost tremulous smile, as if he is still unsure of her intent.

Then she leans up and kisses him. It is rather unexpected, as so much as been about this woman he is to be married to. He doesnt bother trying to think about it, just enjoys, his lips parting further so she can kiss him deeply as she wishes.

It is as was their first kiss, she leading, taking, he following quite willingly, and eagerly. He lifts her slightly so she needs not strain so much, easily lifting her fairly light body, causing her to press even further into him.

His eyes slowly open as she finally pulls her lips from hers.He stands, lightly panting, breath shallow as he tries to get it under control.

"Sorry..For what...?"

Jack lets one hand come to her chin, lifting her so she is looking into his eyes before supporting her full weight in both hands again.

"You only did what we both wished to happen...And I wish to have happen again..."

His lips move closer and closer to hers as he speaks, til his lips are a hair's breadth from hers on his last word, his breath fanning across them.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Her shame was like no other, and she found herself moaning in bliss as those fingers found their way into her dripping sex. She pressed herself against the woman, her hot breath running across the Pirate's skin, "No.. No, I didn't.. I worked for it.." She nuzzled into the skin, her hips weakly rocking against those fingers in earnest, and her juices dripped down those digits, soaking them.

"This is.. wrong.. I shouldn't.." Even as she said it she didn't stop, and now she was even licking at the slender neck of the pirate that was enjoying her. Her magnificent body was glistening with sweat, and her cries were filled with agonizing pleasure, her heart begging for the sweet release of a blissful climax. Until then, she worked herself at a frenzied pace toward it, rubbing her body against the Pirate's.

Liz lives up to her nickname. She has the fortune to have chosen a responsive woman whose sexuality has been repressed and is now slamming back up to the surface. "Lucky" feels her luck will hold out just a little bit longer, and she releases the captive for one moment. With expert motions, despite cum-slick fingers, she unties the captain's hands, freeing her from her physical bond ... aware that the emotional bond, and an internal bond stronger than steel, will hold her here.

She slips her dry fingers into the woman's pussy, pumping her hard with three fingers, and as she presses close to the writhing woman, caresses her cheeks with the cum-soaked fingers, running a wet index finger along her lips slowly, coating Samara's lips with moisture from her own sex.

 

[scribe_m]

"Get off you oaf!" She managed to plant a well aimed kick against him, and clawed at him with her hands.

Menrod felt the blow against his thigh. "A little fight left in ye eh? OWWW!!!" he screamed, Josie's hands raking against his flesh. 'Damn you, boy!" he yelled. Had he noticed her feminine body, he wouldn't have punched her head so hard.

Josie woke up to wet stings all over her body. "Woke up, have ye... girl?" Menrod sneered. She had been placed in a tub in Menrod's quarters, her body in lukewarm sting of ocean water. "I had to damn well filch this tub we got from the ship we captured. The captain will damn well kill us for the mess in the store room." Menrod finished wiping and scrubbing off the molasses from her body. Tossing her some old clothes, he said, "Now wear this and speak in a low voice and pretend you're a man. Grab a bucket and a scrub brush. We're gonna clean the mess down below. And don't let the others know you're a girl or you'll be tossed over to prevent us from having bad luck. You can practice your low voice as you tell me why you're on this ship and how long you expect to last on it."


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[RedHairedandFriendly]

"Sorry..For what...?"

Jack lets one hand come to her chin, lifting her so she is looking into his eyes before supporting her full weight in both hands again.

"You only did what we both wished to happen...And I wish to have happen again..."

His lips move closer and closer to hers as he speaks, til his lips are a hair's breadth from hers on his last word, his breath fanning across them.

Blessing felt the heat of her breath against her lips and her body hummed in excitement. Her fingers slipped to his arms then back to his neck. A whimper escaped her as she closed the distance and brought their lips together. Oncer more she felt the effects of his touch, taste and texture against her own lips. She purred quietly and pressed closer to him.

Her hands wrapped around his head, and she felt herself stirring deep inside. Her toes lifted her, trying to get closer. She felt his hands upon her skin, burning her, making a brand on her body.

The air around them seemed to spark and fill with the power of a thousand seas. The salty smell of the ocean filled the room, mingling with the scent of Jack. She kept her eyes gently closed, breathing in all she could. The smell of the ocean was on him also, but it was mixed with sweat and the essense of Jack himself.

The firm breasts that he had touched so long ago, ached. They felt as if they would had grown full and heavy with passion. As if they knew he was there, they knew he was back and they knew they were his for the taking. The friction of her gown forced the nipples to rise and press against him. She whimpered again this time the sound nothing but a hum inside their mouths.

 

[nonameguy2]

Bernie was insulted that the captive had ignored and spurned him. And to think that he was offering her his cooking. But Bernie was not a fighter like the rest on this ship, and it was not his way to slap people around, especially not the ladies. That made him a bit of an anomoly on the boat.

This one he would win over with his cooking. No special herbs this time. He prepared her a special dish of pig. What he could do with pig was exquisite. He did not want to make it too elaborate for fear of being found out. He takes the plate and walks down to the red head's cell. He then hears voices and peers into the cell to see another woman in the cell. She can not tell who it is, but she notices the other woman as a crew member. Bernie sees her between the red heads legs. He wants a better view.

 

[BriefcaseRonin]

Captain Goodall

She wrapped her arms around the woman, sighing and licking the moisture from her lips. Her body continued to rock against those fingers and she couldn't stop the moans that escaped her lips. She had broken almost within minutes due to her stunted sex life. But now she no longer cared, she pulled this pirate woman in close, pressed her lips to her's, and kissed her with a passion long hidden.

When she broke the kiss, it was to ask for more, "Please.. take me.. ohh.. take me.." Her head lulled and rested on that shoulder, her eyes half closed as she gave in to the magnificent bliss. There was a sharp intake of breath as her eyes widened and this ecstatic moment hit it's high. Her climax was hard, powerful, and probably the most amazing and pleasurable experience she had ever had so far.

Samara Goodall, dignified and noble Captain of the Owl's Wing, was now a trembling, sweaty, and naked mess. She lay against the wall infront of this Lucky, lucky, woman. Those eyes, glazed over in the afterglow of pleasure, looked at her, "Please.. I want more.."

 

[leopardlover]

He tenses, shivering lightly as she whimpers, the need filled sound like the first bar of an orchestra to his ears. Her lips once again press to his firmly and he is delighted that she also desires another kiss, as much by the fact she is not truly sorry for taking the first one from him.

He takes in everything of her all at once: How her soft lips feel and taste against his, how good it feels to be lifting her, holding her in his arms, how good her cheeks feel in his palms even through her skirt, and how her hard nipples feel as they rub across him through her thin shirt.

Every sense tells him that she is truly here, in his arms, kissing him passionately. They also inform his she is as desirable as ever, and have the same effect, causing a bulge in his trousers to grow, the only clothing he still wears, to press against her still clothed form, trapped between their bodies, the closeness and slight grinding of her against him when she squirms and strains only make it worse.

He pulls his mouth away with a sigh of longing, of regret, not wanting to break it. He stays very close as he speaks though, keeping her tight to his body.

"If we keep this up I'm going to have a very hard time stopping myself from bringing it to nature's intended conclusion. And I dont want to rush you into anything you aren't sure you want."

He knows her body wants it, he can feel her nipples pressed to him like she can feel the evidence of his desire...But that is not enough. He has to give her an out, has to give her a chance to end it for now if she wishes, so he does. He waits for her response, his eyes happy. His desire is shown, a hunger like he has not felt since he first saw the sea, but it is restrained, held by bonds he has not been subject to. The bonds of love.

 

[blackopal19]

The sharp stun knocked Josie into blackness.....

She woke in the luke warm water to his gruff voice and worse yet, his hands scrubbing her nakedness! As soon as the room stopped spinning she slapped his hand away from her and climbed out of the water.

Reluctantly she slipped on the clothing that he handed her and tied her long hair back into a braid. She glared at him as he handed her the scrubbing brushes.

"Well if you hadn't thrown the barrel you wouldn't have to clean it up! I was on the Enlish ship untill a blundering idiot knocked the brig open and I snuck over."

 

[shadowoftheheart]

She wrapped her arms around the woman, sighing and licking the moisture from her lips. Her body continued to rock against those fingers and she couldn't stop the moans that escaped her lips. She had broken almost within minutes due to her stunted sex life. But now she no longer cared, she pulled this pirate woman in close, pressed her lips to her's, and kissed her with a passion long hidden.

When she broke the kiss, it was to ask for more, "Please.. take me.. ohh.. take me.." Her head lulled and rested on that shoulder, her eyes half closed as she gave in to the magnificent bliss. There was a sharp intake of breath as her eyes widened and this ecstatic moment hit it's high. Her climax was hard, powerful, and probably the most amazing and pleasurable experience she had ever had so far.

Samara Goodall, dignified and noble Captain of the Owl's Wing, was now a trembling, sweaty, and naked mess. She lay against the wall infront of this Lucky, lucky, woman. Those eyes, glazed over in the afterglow of pleasure, looked at her, "Please.. I want more.."

Liz continues to press into her with her fingers,her thumb rubbing her clit firmly. Samara pulls her close, and their lips meet, a deep, passionate kiss that actually sends a wave of pleasure down Liz's body.

"Please.. take me.. ohh.. take me.." Her head rests on my shoulder, and I increase the intensity between her legs, feeling her insides clench on my fingers. I press her harder, getting her to the edge, and then over the edge. She climaxes hard, and Liz feels herself twinge, a small part of her wanting to experience pleasure. She shakes it off.

Samara trembles, leaning against the wall, glaze-eyed, sweaty, and broken.

"Please.. I want more.."

"Do ya now? Well, I don't know. Lemme think about that."

Internally, she was amazed, and ecstatic, and ... disappointed. Just a little. She broke so quickly. Well ... she considered ... Break her entirely....

Liz rose her cum-soaked fingers to Samara's lips. With her dry hand she eased samara's legs apart ....

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Blessing

She heard the offer the offer to be released. Her body felt so at home, so perfectly fit within her arms, and she quivered silently as she thought of the possiblilities to remain with him. Her fingers continued to brush through his hair and she studied him. She no longer doubted his attraction for her, but her own doubts on bringing him pleasure were still there.

Her fingers traced his lips, dipping in and felling the moistness of his tongue. She remembered the night, the one night they gave in, and how wonderful it had felt to have him tasting her breasts. That night had gone so beautifully until the hurried end. What if it had been her fault and she was the one that couldn't be taught how to make it right.

"I believe we should wait, for just until we are wed. I only want to make you happy, and I worry that I will fail you," she bit the inside of her cheek. "I hope you will not hate me for that decision. It is just one moment we are fighting the next in each other's arms. I just wish to see where we are in a few days."

She slipped her fingers from his hair, resting them on his arms, "Instead for now, perhaps you should show me your ship, and Jack. . . If a room of my own is possbile, I would like that. I have a feeling that if I stay here with you, our wedding night will be not be an anticipation for neither one of us... for we will consumate it before it arrives." The blush of her cheeks was apparent and she smiled softly.

 

[scribe_m]

"Well if you hadn't thrown the barrel you wouldn't have to clean it up! I was on the Enlish ship untill a blundering idiot knocked the brig open and I snuck over."

"Yeah? Well count yourself fortunate! The rest of your mates in the brig are dead! Do ye hear me? DEAD!"

He paused a bit. "And so will you if Lady Simone finds out. A woman on the ship is bad luck. Very bad luck. If that woman finds out..."

"Yes, and what if I find out?" The dark haired woman stepped into the room. Her long black hair cascaded down her back. Her tight black bodice held her dark maroon shirt and wrapped around her skirt, tucked into her boots. "I see you have a new recruit. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

"Oh, no, ma'am. He was just injured and we rescued him."

"Seems 'he' has a case of molasses," Simone said, noticing the tub. "We already have captives and don't need another mouth to feed."

"Er... well..."

"In any case, we need some volunteers. You and the... boy will go scout the island we've anchored upon. We've captured goods from the British ship, but could use supplies. Report if you find any natives, friendly or hostile."

"Ah. I'll get the rowboat."

"Rowboat? You can swim, can't you?"

Simone closed the door behind her. Menrod knew a woman on board was bad luck -- Josie or otherwise. Simone, meanwhile, congratulated herself that there were now two fewer mouths to feed.


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[leopardlover]

"That is all right. I can wait to feel the pleasure you brought be again for a little while...I've survived without it for eight years after all. Though you weren't so close...The sight, smell, feel and taste of you intoxicating my senses... And what do you mean fail me again?"

He cocks his head, looking rather perplexed.

"You over excited me. I was a virgin and you quite beautiful. Virgins, I fear....Do not last very long with a beautiful woman theyve fallen in love with in their arms. Rest assured. The only fault of yours was being so appealing."

He blushes as well, knowing her words ring of truth. Were they to share a cabin there would almost certainly be consummation again, before they reach port, and a minister.

"That ...I must agree upon. We would not make it and as you wish us to...I'll sleep abovedecks. But I must admit I enjoyed waking up next to you. It was comforting. But I had many a thought run through my heads as well. As to seeing ship, we can do that. She is a beauty"


He lets her slide down his body, eliciting a soft groan from his as he curves slide over his stubbornly erect self, which he is trying to ignore. The close contact, then ending is quite hard on him. He mutters, barely audible if hearable at all" Damn it all....ust had to come for her after a month or more out to sea without having had release of any kind. Must take care of it somehow later."

He hadn't really thought about it before, having not seen any whod sparked his interest except the English captain and now his wife to be

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Blessing smiled at him, her body had shivered slightly when he had run his hands down her form. "I'm sure we'll both enjoy our night together when it is time." She curled her hands in his, not asking what it was he had muttered under her breath, so lost she was in thought over their feelings.

She chuckled and noted her small laugh, "I wasn't laughing at you, Love. But at us. I hope we can wait two weeks." She kissed him quickly on the lips, and curled her arm around his. Looking up she felt that pull again to wrap herself in his arms and remain locked in this room.

"We best go. I'm anxious to see the Captain and the others," she smiled. "The Captain and I had our differences in the beginning, but eventually we and a few of the others onboard became great friends. I can't wait to see them, I'm sure they are very angry, but I know your heart Jack... you'd not let anything happen to them."

She opened the door and walked into the hall, her eyes wide with excitement. "Ready, I do hope we see them soon."