Captive at Sea.

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Typical woman... Even when she has drawn steel, she cannot draw blood..." Cervantes growled as he advanced toward Elizabeth even more. His shirt hung open, showing that though he had a small pounch, he was a strong man. His hand slipped up along her calf, gripping the soft, silken flesh there, kneeding it lightly as he bowed his head toward her thigh.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth closed her eyes at the feel of his hands on her flesh. For a moment, she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation. It had been so long since a man's hands had touched her, so long since she'd felt arousal and need. She sighed longingly as his strong hands caressed her leg.

But she would not be taken like some whore, only to then be passed to the vile dogs that this man employed! So she fought him. Bucking on the bed in an effort to dislodge him. Scratching at his arms, twisting her body away from him.

Finally, she lay panting, and had accomplished nothing.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Grinning with a wolfish hunger, Cervantes ignored the red marks Elizabeth had drawn along the length of his arm. He'd contined to slip his hand up along her leg, caressing the silken smooth skin of her inner thigh in his palm. Once she had settled herself, he pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed and knelt down. Reaching out, he took the wine bottle in hand and drank a swallow, forcing the smooth, cold glass along her inner thigh, he reached up, slipping a hand unde the fabric of her undergarment and ripped. She was exposed... He drank in the sight of it as passionately as he had the wine. She tried to jerk away again, but he held her still, drawing her closer... He breathed in and turned his mouth upon her thigh, opening his lips to run his tongue against her skin.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth gasped as the cold bottle came into contact with her skin. When his tongue touched her thigh, she trembled, tempted to give in, to enjoy the pleasure which he promised.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Fixing his eyes upon Elizabeth, from along the length of her body, Cervantes slowly ran his tongue along her inner thigh, toward her bared sex. She felt his hot breath drift over her mound then.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth closed her eyes. She knew this man was going to take her, whether she fought or not. And she was so tired of fighting. She wanted the pleasure, the release, the fulfillment that came from being with a man. The fear was fading with his caresses.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Leaning in, Cervantes placed his hot mouth against Elizabeth's pussy, tasting her. His tongue darted out, and traced along the folds of her sex, then drew upward, drawing her clit from its fleshy hood. He growled with the lust and hunger of a starved dog against her then. His eyes still turned up toward her. His right hand slipped along her thigh, kneeding along her silken skin forcing her to open to him even more. He ran the cool surface of the wine bottle along her hip, propping it against her, and tilting it so some of the wine spilled out onto her stomach. It dribbled a path down to coat her sex.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth moaned as he tasted her. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt. No man she'd known had done this. She was lost in the arousal that his tongue was creating within her.

As the wine ran down her belly, she gasped, and involuntarily lifted her hips toward Cervantes' mouth.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

The strong wine left a slight tingle along the sensitive flesh of Elizabeth's slit. Cervantes lapped his tongue roughly against her, not letting a single drop of the wine he'd spilled upon her go wasted. When he'd collected it all, and drank it in, he leaned in further, capturing the pink nub of her clit bewteen his lips. He suckled upon it roughly.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth twisted her hands in the bedlinens... suddenly aware of every thread, of the air caressing her skin, of every nuance and texture. Her body was coming alive to every sensation.

At the same time, she was totally focused on what Cervantes was doing to her. It seemed every nerve in her body was attuned to that one secret place at her core, as heat curled out from it to engulf her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Drawing his lips away, coated with wine and the first traces of Elizabeth's sweet juices, Cervantes returned his tongue to her slick folds. Invading her with the tip of his tongue he explored the moist contures held hidden within her.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth groaned with pleasure in this new experience. She'd never dreamed that anything could make her feel so intensely female as what this man was doing to her.

Her hands let go of the sheets and tangled in Cervantes' hair, pulling him tighter against her as her hips raised to him, opening her to his assault.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

As Elizabeth threaded her fingers into his wild, shoulder long, dark hair, Cervantes sunk his tongue deeper into her. His tongue was coated with the potent wine, and she could feel the tingling heat of it invading her. The sensation curled deeper and deeper into her, the longer Cervantes massaged the flat of his tongue about inside of her. Within moments her entire entrance, as well as the three inches his tongue had invaded into her vibrated with a cool, tingling sensation, wrought by the hot wine he was working into her.

Cervantes' hot breath assaulted her suddenly, as he had not taken a breath until just then. When it touched her wine coated sex, it was like an icy fire shooting through her sences. She bucked slightly against it, and, as if to answer, Cervantes poured more of the wine directly over the lips of her sex, only a small portion making contact with his tongue. The rest either coated her, Cervantes' bearded face, or the bed sheets beneith them... For a moment, the liquid seemed to sooth the sudden shock of his breath, but then he breathed out against her again...

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth was fairly certain she was dying. Never had she felt such intense heat invade her limbs. All she seemed capable of is moving her hips against Cervantes' mouth. Pulling his hair in a wordless effort to pull him ever closer to the source of her need.

When he poured the wine over her, she felt as if an explosion was imminent. And then he exhaled on her, and the explosion came. She felt as if she'd been turned inside out with the intensity of her orgasm.

She lay panting as Cervantes continued his exquisite torture.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Clasping his hands along her thighs, Cervantes forced Elizabeth roughly against the vagrance of his torturous mouth. He lapped at her sex, his tongue fluttering over her sensitive flesh rappidly as he drank in the mingled taste of the wine and her own, sweet juices. He pulled back once he'd drank his fill, the wiskers of his beard gleeming wetly in the dim light of the bed chambers. His eyes were two peircing beems of lustful hunger as he licked his lips. He crawled up, onto the bed propper, slipping between Elizabeth's legs, as he began to undo his breeches.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth was unable to look away as Cervantes unfastened his breeches. She'd been with men, but had never seen one unclothed.

The desire to see all of him was undeniable. Almost as pressing as the desire to have him invade her NOW. She wanted, no, needed to be taken by this man. Everything else could wait for sanity to return.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Tugged free of his breeches, Cervantes' cock pulsed with hot life, it was long and ridged and the tip glistened with a drop of slick liquid. He smiled laciviously as he noticed Elizabeth lock her eyes upon its length. He propped himself up on his knees, drawing her to him by her hips, then slowly slide the entire length of his cock along the lips of her sex, coating it with the juices that seeped from her.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth gasped as he ran his cock along her sensitive sex. She moaned and lifted her hips, trying to convey that she wanted him closer... needed him inside her.

She moved against him, staring into his eyes. Moaning as he teased her. Her hands wandering down his shoulders to his hips... trying to pull him into her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

The look in Cervantes' eyes showed that he knew how badly he was teasing her. He knew her needs, and even when she tried to guide him into her, he continued to mercilously tease her until the length of his cock was slickened with her sweet juices, only then did he ease back, placing the head of his cock against her rosey pink entrance, and with a sharp thrust, drove his full length deep into her.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth cried out as Cervantes plunged into her, tossing her head and digging her fingernails into his hips.

He filled her completely, stretching her sex to accomodate him. Her eyes held captive by his, she ground against him, begging with her body for what she couldn't voice.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Driving wildly into Elizabeth again, spured by her sharp nails, Cervantes hissed his hungry lust in her ear. "Hhhhsh." His breath was hot and lush in its powerful exheuberance. He was so hard within her that her flesh, her womanly flesh was displaced, stretched, subsumed more than it had ever been in her youthful daliences. She had never felt such a fullness, such a harsh, lustful envasion as Cervantes was administering upon her. He growled in her ear, still thursting into her. "Hhhn... Hhhn..." He hissed as he took her with rough thursts. "Eliz..." He breathed sharply during his next thrust. He shook, she could feel how close he was. his manhood shook within her, ready to spill its seed...

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders with her nails... moaning as he took her again and again.

He swelled and throbbed within her, his thrusting becoming more powerful, the rythm faster. She met his moves, their bodies perfectly complimenting each other. She was lost to the act, the sensation, the feeling of being utterly filled and completely owned.

Watching his face, she knew he was close, the fire in his eyes was intense. She smiled up and him, and whispered... "Now, please..." as she pulled him deeper into her and tightened the muscles of her sex around him. Keeping him deep within her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

The hot violent rush of his seed consumed him as Cervantes shook against Elizabeth's open, accepting body. He groaned with his pleasure, pushing roughly against her, even when there was no more room to thrust, as she held him as deeply and as tightly as she could, but the force of his rough nudging was still there, and she could feel how his seed poured into her, through the length of his cock. Finally spent, and though it was agonizing pleasure to move, Cervantes slid out of her, and began to kiss and lick his way down the length of her body. His hot lips surrounded the soft skin of her oreola and his tongue lapped lightly at her nipple, she felt his hands slowly fondling along her hips. Breaking away from her breast to look her in the eyes, though they were blue, his eyes seemed to hold a darkness to them, like a wolf guarding its meal from any other.

He slid down her body, settling between her legs again, his seed had slowly started to seep out of her sex, the thick warm liquid slowly streaming down her flesh. Cervantes leaned in, his tongue reaching out to her, he flicked it sharply against Elizabeth's clit then, and drew back to look in her eyes. His own sparking with a dark, sexual playfulness as he drew his tongue flatly along her moist and seeping slit.

 

[Guest]

Elizabeth arched her back and clung to Cervantes as his seed filled her. Trembling and moaning as another orgasm rocked her body, she felt as if she'd flown into a thousand pieces.

She came back to herself slowly, to the feel of Cervantes' mouth on her breast. Her eyes closed, totally relaxed, she ran her fingers through his hair. She was still floating.

Her eyes snapped open and her fingers tightened in his hair as his tongue touched her clit. Their eyes met, and she was shocked to see such desire and heat in them. He continued loving her with his tongue as his eyes held hers.

Held captive by the intensity of his gaze, Elizabeth watched him as he continued loving her with his mouth. Another orgasm was building, this one slower, but hotter and more intense. She briefly wondered if the French were right, and orgasms were truly small deaths... if so, this man was taking her to heaven, bit by bit.

She lifted her hips slightly, opening to him. Looking into his eyes and smiling as she whispered "make me yours ".

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Coating his lips and his goatee in the migling of Elizabeth's juices and his own seed, Cervantes flayed his tongue against her clit, dipping the tip slightly into her slowly, only to draw free and kiss the pink petals of her sex as he would her lips. His hands ran along her hips and thighs, caressing her roughly. She whispered to him her need, and in return he captured her aroused clit between his teeth and assaulted it with this tongue mercilously, his hands holding her to him tightly.