A novella ~ "Privateer's Desire: Stealing Romance"

[Mrtenant]

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As I lie on the bed, your head and hand upon my chest, my arm wrapped around you, our legs twined, your feminine curves fitted pleasantly to me, listening to pre-dawn birdsong, I feel the fulfilment of my dreams has begun. You are mine at last.

Kissing the top of your head, I feel you stir, your bright hazel eyes look up to me, our eyes lock and we both grin. You hug me tightly as I draw you closer in, if that were possible.

“Darling,” I begin with a sigh, “we are together at long last.

The world is ours for the taking. Within days we will be leaving Cairo. There is much to be done.

Our passage out may be blocked – it would be foolish to take anything for granted. We must make provision.

I need to have you prepared. My love, I realize this may be a lot to ask of you, but, my cabin steward, Gerard, and myself, together we will outfit you and train you to hold your own in battle.”

“But, we have some time. For now, we should explore the Lysandra – I do love the sound of that – don’t you?

There is much we can use here and take with us. And darling? You once mentioned an interest in Science and Philosophy. I have discovered a curious map. Pray, tell me what you think of it.”

I retrieve the map and together we peruse it and have a lengthy discussion. Your mind is quick and you call my attention to details I had not thought important.

We leisurely explore the cabin in great detail, finding many items of worth and curiosity and with great delight. For you, we find a large assortment of clothing and jewels.

You indulge me and try many different outfits, some of which cause us to collapse in fits of laughter often falling back into more bouts of lovemaking throughout the day.

The cabin is strewn with various items of clothing, some discarded as you tried them on, others removed in haste by me as I tumble you back into our bed chamber.

As evening approaches, I select a beautiful deep purple gown for you to don. You could not look more beautiful. We leave the cabin arm in arm to dine in the open air.

The crew joins us in our repast, and regale us with stories. In turn they listen avidly to ours. They ply us with music and song. We dance late into the night among them and with them.

The men find you enchanting and find themselves adoring you and declaring faithful service in your name.

It is a most excellent moonlit evening as the Lysandra floats down the Nile, the upper deck lit solely by strings of lanterns and the glowing embers in a cast iron firepit.

 

[Susurration]

The sumptuous description of the cabin and the items contained within it was a joy to read. This, combined with the clothing, lighting, and lovemaking is erotic and exotic. The videos are the icing on the cake. Thanks for continuing to make this such an enjoyable read .

 

[cascadiabound]

The sumptuous description of the cabin and the items contained within it was a joy to read. This, combined with the clothing, lighting, and lovemaking is erotic and exotic. The videos are the icing on the cake. Thanks for continuing to make this such an enjoyable read .

*blushes
Thank you so much Sus! Appreciate your comments and high praise.

May we continue to delight you and all of our other readers.

Cascadia

 

[cascadiabound]

Waking up in your arms is a joy I do not have words to describe. The early morning light floods the beautiful suite on the Lysandra. It is hard to believe this is not a dream, that our bodies are twined together at last.

However, it soon becomes clear, you have much on your mind. You are thinking five, six steps ahead about what we must do to be successful. I listen carefully as you outline your plans, for us, for me.

I hold you tightly, nodding and murmuring my assent. Occasionally, I look up into your dark brown eyes, needing reassurance I will be able to do what you ask. There is no doubt in my mind your strategic skills are what saved me from Hamad; I will trust you now and forever with my heart, my soul, my life.

My heart races to think that I will need to be prepared to fight beside you in battle. But, I swear inwardly I will not let you down. I mull over your words…“I need to have you prepared….we will outfit you and train you to hold your own in battle.”

I recall my brother teaching me how to use a hunting rifle years ago on a dare. One of his friends had told him no girl could ever learn to shoot.

In response he had spent every day after lessons for a month taking me into the fields behind the plantation house, target shooting until I was able to hit my target four times out of five. I may prove a better student than my love anticipates.

Reluctantly I uncurl myself from your arms, pulling myself from bed. Before I even ask, you hand me a glass of fresh water; concerned I might catch a chill, you slide a silk robe over my shoulders.

I blush and smile with pleasure as you kiss my forehead. Never did I think I would feel so loved. So adored.

We pass the day in each others company. Hardly able to take our eyes from each other, touching and hugging, maintaining some physical contact between us almost all the time.

Sitting in my Captain’s lap, we pour over the old map together.

I am so flattered you care for my opinion, my thoughts.

 

[Susurration]

I love the last part of this section of the story in particular, but it's all great . Now, where is that map going to take them?

 

[cascadiabound]

I love the last part of this section of the story in particular, but it's all great . Now, where is that map going to take them?

"Get out the map / get out the map / and lay your finger anywhere down.... "

Indigo Girls​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfT6W6ZynRU

we shall see what that interesting map holds won't we? our lovers seem quite interested in it don't they?

I trust all of you Litsters are nearly ready for the holidays approaching as they are certainly barrelling down upon me!

Cascadia

 

[cascadiabound]

In one corner of the suite we find trunk after trunk of clothes and costumes, dresses and jewelry.

I have always loved to play dress up since I was a little girl. And this is a treasure trove the likes I could have never imagined. Exotic fabrics, gala party dresses, costumes for dancing girls, lingerie of fine silk and lace, belly dancing outfits, garments the Sheik must have acquired for his wives and slave girls from all over the world. Clearly Hamad has excellent, if somewhat risqué taste.

It seems to please you to see me in these various outfits. Some of them are ridiculous. Others are stunning in their beauty.

I put one after another on and in every combination. You pull me into your lap and kiss me, fondling me through the fabrics. You chase me around the bed and we fall into it together, laughing so hard tears stream down our faces and then… moments later, legs and arms are mingled once again and we find our pleasure with each other again and again.

But the most beautiful of all the gowns is a rich satin purple party dress with a tailored waist, lace trim at the bodice and sleeves. The Captain requests I wear this one to have dinner out on deck, and – oh joy! – to go dancing with him and the crew into the evening.

Antoine plays fiddle and another sailor plays a flute. ‘Tis a merry group and the food and drink flow freely.

Antoine​

 

[cascadiabound]

You take me into your arms and we dance – oh how we dance on the open top deck of the Lysandra. You turn me round and round 'til I am dizzy.

You pull me close into your arms. At the end of each tune, you clutch me close and kiss me so deeply, a shudder of pleasure runs through my entire body. The night sky is even more magical than that night so long ago on my father’s plantation. A beautiful waxing moon, Orion, the Seven Sisters and Ursa Minor illuminate the dark desert sky.

All the men are eager to take their turns dancing with me, and you are gracious enough to allow it.

Smiling and laughing from the sidelines as your crew take my hand, bow awkwardly and then cautiously place their hand on my waist under your watchful eye. They are gentlemen, every one. It is a pleasure for me to begin to know the men who you trust, whom you have chosen to have at your side and who willingly serve you.

We dance and laugh late into the night until I am too tired to stand, let alone dance. The men carry on playing music and telling stories while I rest against you, my head on your shoulder, your arm protectively around me. In no time at all I fall asleep with all the happy noise of your crew around us.

Next thing I know, you are carrying me back to our suite. It is so dark as you lay me on the bed, kissing me as you do so. I stir, reaching for you even in my sleepy state. Expertly, you undress me, kissing my flesh as you expose it, my body tingling under your attentions. I moan quietly and sigh as you slowly arouse me. In my sleepy haze I am soon naked between the sheets and you are tucking yourself against me.

Gathering me in your arms, you kiss me with a renewed passion. Your hands light my body up with your caresses, your large body smothering me as your mount me, my thighs welcoming you. Our heat, our passion, our love for each other creating a fire in the darkness.

Clutching, thrusting, holding, moaning, crying out as we dance together between the sheets until, an hour or more later, we exhaust ourselves in our passion together, falling asleep in each others arms.

 

[Susurration]

A moonlit dance and romantic love beneath the sheets. The Captain has certainly pulled out all the stops . Wonderful writing once more .

 

[rod43]

Our damsel needs rescuing! No doubt a battle to retrieve her is in the offing!!!

Thank you so much for the encouragement, Suss! Glad you are enjoying our efforts.

Hey TC! Missed you. The story keeps unfolding. A new post every day! Kisses.

Stumbled over your wonderful story and am an enthusiast straight away. Thank you both for your superb wordsmanship!

 

[Mrtenant]

A moonlit dance and romantic love beneath the sheets. The Captain has certainly pulled out all the stops . Wonderful writing once more .

The Captain has a lot of making up to do. Bodice ripping will do that to a man.

Glad to see you. Big holiday plans?

Stumbled over your wonderful story and am an enthusiast straight away. Thank you both for your superb wordsmanship!

Glad you could make it. Welcome to the party!

 

[Mrtenant]

Waking up this morning to birdsong MORNING BIRDSONG(<<<click this link)
filling the air, I find myself naked and entangled and still joined with you from the night before.

The feel of you, your touch, your skin, your presence, heat, cause responses in my sleepy body beyond my control. As I drift in and out of wakefulness, my arousal grows.

My hand finds your hip, my chest rests against your back, my body seems to move of its own volition. With mounting pleasure, I feel you stir to wakefulness, gasping aloud in pleasure and surprise.

The morning’s tryst is tender, intimate, and heavenly. Being the second day since boarding the Lysandra, the emotions our union awaken within me are surprisingly intense.

The change in my reality whereby you are now mine, my woman, the love of my life, hits me fully with a delight beyond description.

Singing aloud our pleasures throughout the morning, the cool morning hours unwind hour by hour until the sun is high in the sky and we find ourselves ravenously hungry.

In timely fashion there is a double knock at the cabin door.

Briefly startled, we chuckle in good humour, noting our state of undress and dishevelment. I rise from the bed and pad, naked, towards the door while you clutch a sheet to cover yourself and watch as I approach the door.

Opening the door a crack, I see there is food and drink, along with a note. Taking the large inlaid tray and latching the door behind me, I pad back to you smiling.

The food looks terrific. Breads and cheeses, dates, olives, roasted meats thinly sliced, with a pitcher of cool water to help relieve the heat and cool our overheated bodies, in this sultry Egyptian climate.

The note is from Antoine. I read it aloud:

 

[Susurration]

No holiday plans here of any description, how about you?

The note is great. I love the writing and the colour of parchment. The reference to the isle also has much promise for the future.

The captain definitely needed to do a bit of bodice ripping after all that chasing .

 

[Mrtenant]

No holiday plans here of any description, how about you?

The note is great. I love the writing and the colour of parchment. The reference to the isle also has much promise for the future.

The captain definitely needed to do a bit of bodice ripping after all that chasing .

Small party at my house. You are invited.

And....I agree, ...bodice ripping is good for the soul, especially if it causes one to travel across half a world in pursuit of one's lover!

 

[Mrtenant]

Excitedly, we speak of the upcoming combat training I have planned for you. We eat hurriedly in anticipation. The food is sooooo good.

Following our brief, but delicious repast, we get dressed and geared up for the afternoon. I wear my leather breeches along with a navy shirt sporting laces at the neckline, my calf height boots and double bandoliers of pistols along with my sabre.

We find you similar clothing and fashion a bandolier for you as well. There is a beautifully crafted sabre in the cabin perfect for your size. It is the weapon of a Prince. Tying your hair back, you look ready for battle. Deadly and beautiful.

The isle is ideal for what I have planned. We will do some drills in tandem, drills alone, pistols, swords, rifles, and endurance.

I deem we will spend several days assessing and honing your skills.

I explain, “You are to be my woman. I can not imagine being apart from you now we are together at last."

"The life of a Privateer requires some amount of combat. You have already proven your mettle, now, we must make you deadly."

"None will lay hands on you ever again, be you by my side or not. The crew will follow you just as they follow me. Your combat prowess will inspire their loyalty even more.”

Our conversation expands on this subject and many others as we travel to the isle.

The training is hard but reveals many surprises. Your marksmanship is much better than expected.

Small adjustments are needed with the pistols. Once done, your deadliness with them is assured.

We practice the tandem combat dance Gerard, the cabin steward, and I use. That will take more practice, though you show much promise.

Your skills with sabre and rifle are good, though rusty. We will train for several days and you will be prepared for our arrival in Cairo.

 

[Susurration]

The descriptions of the clothing are very rich and I really like the fact that the heroine is being treated as an equal in combat respects by the captain. She'll be able to see off any more vile pirates or guards now.

 

[Mrtenant]

The descriptions of the clothing are very rich and I really like the fact that the heroine is being treated as an equal in combat respects by the captain. She'll be able to see off any more vile pirates or guards now.

They are good together aren't they?! Christmas post ahead my friend. Merry Christmas to you.

Always glad to see you here Suss. I think I speak for us both, we always enjoy your presence here on this thread, your posts, knowing you are keeping up on the story. Truly.

Thank you.

 

[Mrtenant]

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I want to wish you all a most excellent holiday season.

Merry Christmas from me to you.

To all my fellow Litsters....

I wish for you that you find peace and solace from all the cares that trouble you in your world.

That your holidays are joyous and filled with love and graciousness, for you and all your people.

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For my excellent friend and writing partner, Cascadiabound, for you, my dear, I hope that your holiday season is good for you in all ways that matter most to you and your people. You are a beautiful woman.

 

[cascadiabound]

Blessings of this Holiday Season to the Litster community

As I struggle to count the ways I have been blessed in this holy season...

chief among the new blessings in my life are all of you
the care that has been extended to me
the compassion I see you extend to each other
the limitless creativity exhibited here
the intellect and rigor ideas are subjected to
the playfulness and joy in flirtation and interaction
the safe spaces created here to explore sexuality and kink​

In turn I offer my love and blessings to you as you take time to celebrate with your people.

May you find peace and joy and that your cares and anxiety are soothed.

May gatherings with your family

~those to whom you are related and those who you have chosen to call family~

be filled with light, understanding and compassion. ​

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For my dearest friend and writing partner, Mr Tenant ~

I could never have imagined finding a creative partner so flexible, so gracious, so generous, so hardworking and who enlivens and challenges my creativity at every turn.

I pray you and your people enjoy the happiest of Christmas seasons and may the true joy and peace of the Christmas spirit reside always in your heart.

I am humbled by the gift of your friendship.​

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[cascadiabound]

Waking up a second day in your arms is as magical as the first. It still feels as if this is a dream. It seeps into my conciousness, never can I recall being so happy. Why did no one ever tell me the love of a man could be so wonderful?

We revel in each other discovering delights which seem as if we are the first to have happened upon them. We cannot seem to get enough of each other and while, ordinarily I am one to rise early and eat a hearty breakfast so I can get to my chores, with my Captain, I will lie with him as long as he wishes.

And so, it is with some embarrassment that I realize with a start it is past noon when the double knock comes at the door bringing us enough food to be both breakfast and midday meal.

Thank goodness, as the gurgles and growls coming from my belly are half-way mortifying.

I watch you go to the cabin door as I clutch a sheet to my cover nakedness. I cannot take my eyes from your strong legs and well-shaped buttocks, my mind flashing with the memory of grasping them with both hands as you plundered me in the night.

I feel the heat rise in my cheeks and even though you only just left my side, a new wetness forms between my thighs.

And then I get a slight scent of the food piled high on the platter.

As you lock the door behind you, I drop the sheet once again, as the cabin is warm enough to lounge comfortably with nothing on at all. You bring the platter to the bedside.

A gorgeous round tray inlaid with abalone and ivory in a geometric marquetry pattern. The craftsmanship is the finest I have ever seen.

Taking an olive between your fingers you draw it up between my breasts, using it to trace around one soft mound in an ever smaller spiral until finally you trace right around to my nipple causing the pale pink flesh to crinkle and tighten into a firm little nub.

In the soft filtered midday light of the cabin, the pattern of the oil left on my skin is obvious, my skin forming slight goosebumps along the oil trail. You grin at me, noting my quickened breath. You slide the olive between my lips as you pull my nipple between your fingers. I gasp involuntarily.

Tucking yourself between my legs, you feed me from the tray of food. Asking me to close my eyes as you bring various delectable bites to my lips. I cannot believe how good everything is.

The food melts in my mouth and the flavors and textures are divine. Soon my growling stomach begins to be sated and I begin to giggle, the decadence of this is beyond my wildest dreams. You read the note aloud that came with the meal from Antoine, and begin to tell me the plans you have for our future together.

I am impressed you have given this so much thought. That you have instructed your men to make arrangements to help train me. That you want me by your side, as your partner, as a woman at arms with you. I am determined to be a good student. To never let you down.

 

[cascadiabound]

We reluctantly pull ourselves from the bed, as you playfully smack my ass hard, your hand leaving a bright red print and a pleasant heated stinging sensation.

“Come darling,” you grin, “I want to outfit for battle. Let us see what clothes and weapons we can find for you.”

I love the leather breeches, and the white shirt with lace at the neck and sleeves. The velvet and leather jacket goes over the top.

The dashing bandoleers make me feel powerful, and the sabre – oh my… this blade is so special. The hilt fits perfectly in my hand, and the balance of the weapon perfect.

The blade, forged Damascus, with a pattern of swirls and texture the likes of which I have never seen.

Fully dressed for battle as a woman privateer, some of the crew accompanies us as we disembark at the isle in the middle of the Nile, The Lysandra secure at anchor.

The isle is beautiful. White sand beaches and groves of palm trees. You and your master at arms start with the simplest of drills, which I master in short order.

Little by little I improve in my skills. You teach me what you need me to know. You are an exacting, but patient instructor. I love working with you, being by your side.

When I do things just right you call me your “good girl” and give me lots of kisses, which makes me blush and tingle all over.

We train hard, and by the end of the first evening I am so sore I can barely move. When you undress me for bed in the tent your men have set up for us, I cannot believe the number of bruises on my arms, legs and torso.

You look at my body in shock. You had no idea. My pale flesh now battered and marked more places than you can count.

You lay me out naked on the bed covered only with a sheet as you call for your personal medic to bring arnica and scented massage oils. After what feels an eternity, but could not possibly be more than thirty minutes, I wake to the feel of you sponging me down.

And then you tenderly massage my flesh with the oil and work the arnica into my bruises. Your ministrations are painful, but also soothing, and in time, your massages become caresses and you tuck yourself against me.

Soon we are curled together our breathing slowing as we fall asleep in each other’s arms under the magnificent starlit African sky.

 

[Mrtenant]

The training seems harder on your body than I anticipated, though I am pleased to note, you make no complaint. With proper attention, I am certain you will be fine.

Our campfire near the beach is warm and intimate. I slowly give you an all over massage that has you purring within minutes even as your many aches intensify with my ministrations before melting away into the night. As the night wears on you fall asleep in utter exhaustion.

I marvel at your spirit. Sitting by the campfire with your head and upper body resting in my lap, sound asleep, I consider all you have been through. In my heart, I know beyond any shadow of doubt, I have chosen rightly.

There is strength and resilience in you. You have wits, an agile mind, and a passion that is as thrilling to me as it is mysterious. And with all that, you are also beautiful and healthy. I am so very pleased.

As the night wears on, the campfire dies down to the last pops and crackles, signaling time for sleep. Gathering you in my arms, I carry you to the tent. Another luxury of Hamad’s, of course.

Gaudily striped and well made, the tent provides excellent cover against insects and other nocturnal pests, I lie down upon the blankets and cushions provided. I curl up behind you, pulling you to me possessively, comfortably, until first light.

As the dawn breaks, I am aroused once again with the feel of your skin and presence. Tenderly kissing and nibbling your neck, you slowly waken with the sensation of my hands roaming over your naked body.

My urgency for you finds its home between your thighs once again.

Our lovemaking is slow this time -- easy, filled with sighs and low moans. I love looking into your hazel eyes. I feel our souls connect in that moment.

My jaw drops open as we climax together. It is seemingly endless. A part of me becomes a part of you. It is one of those rare perfect moments.

 

[Susurration]

The Christmas pictures were very sparkly and illuminating .

The food scene in the latest parts of the story was intensely erotic. I visualised it from start to finish. The massage in the tent and the tent itself were evocatively described and pictured.

Thanks for continuing to work on this story .

 

[Mrtenant]

The Christmas pictures were very sparkly and illuminating .

The food scene in the latest parts of the story was intensely erotic. I visualised it from start to finish. The massage in the tent and the tent itself were evocatively described and pictured.

Thanks for continuing to work on this story .

You are welcome my friend. And Merry Christmas to you!

 

[Mrtenant]

Afterwards, you hold my arms tightly around you and smile in bliss even as I envelop you with my arms and body. We snuggle thusly for the better part of an hour. As the birds begin their morning song, I smile at you and speak in a low voice,

“I love you my dear. More than I ever thought possible. More than life itself.”

Kissing you long and slow, I shudder and sigh.

“We have a long day ahead of us, darling. Today, we will swim. Let’s go wash up and get started,” smiling at you warmly.

With that, we pull ourselves from the comfort of the cushions and departing the tent we take the twenty steps or so to the Nile and wade in to our waists. The water is warm, inviting, and the rising sun promises to be as hot as ever.

We stand in the shallows near the beach, and a great pelican skims over the water and snatches up a small fish swimming too close to the surface.

I hold you in my arms in a comfortable embrace as the sun crests over the horizon. We stand in the Nile as the slow current caresses us.

I kiss you once more just before the day begins, and then, as the rays of the rising sun finally reach us, we are warmed and our love illuminated before all the world.

Breaking from our kiss, we exchange looks of longing and desire, and then, with slight reluctance, we stroll back up the beach, dry off and dress. Turning to the campfire, I stoke up a few embers from the night before.

I see a movement down the beach. It is one of my men walking over from their encampment just yonder down the beach.

With a smile he gives us good tidings on the disposition of the men and The Lysandra. He also provides us with a hearty breakfast prepared of duck eggs, fish and fruit. The food is perfect and sates our appetites.

We finish up anon and another day of training begins in earnest. I want to see your swimming skills and improve on them where I might.

A life at sea means survival and training to survive. I swear that you will be well trained and competent in all skills by my troth.