Captive at Sea.

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

A look of satisfaction tarnished the darkness of Cervantes' lustful glare. He hissed with pleasure as Eli ripped his shirt asunder and growled when she marked him with her nails.

He continued to finger her, gracefully making his strokes more gentle, focusing upon a strange bump he'd noticed with his keen touch. He massaged it in circles as he watched Eli's hands decend his body. She felt his cock for a moment through his pants, then undid them and, just as he had with her, began stroking him. He lifted his head, baring his neck for a moment, his adams apple rising with a swallow as he moaned at her silken touch.

Focusing all the intencity in his eyes back upon her face, he growled out his words. "Impressive it might be lass... But it lacks a sheath..." And with that, his fingers worked inside her, learning her better than perhaps she could bare.

 

[Calamity Jane]

"Impressive it might be lass... But it lacks a sheath..." As Cervantes growled these words, he continued with his torture of her body. His fingers no longer forcefully driving inside her, but stroking, massaging...

Elizabeth bucked as his fingers moved inside her. Her body tensed... she cried out. "Oh gods.... what are you doing to me!?"

His fingers stroked the same inner place again, and Elizabeth screamed. Her hips thrust upward with so much force, she nearly dislodged Cervantes.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Smiling curiously, Cervantes leaned forward, whispering. "Shh, Eli..." He soothed her flushed cheek with the back of his free hand. He paused for a moment, until she eased, and relaxed... And then he lightly massaged at the bump he'd found inside her. Slowly, in circles, his fingertips rubbed and stroked at it. He watched her face closely, like an artist focused upon Easel.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth lay, panting, as Cervantes whispered to her, stroking her cheek. It seemed he continued finding new ways to pleasure her, new heights to reach. She was weak in the after effects of that last crushing orgasm.

When he again touched her in that secret spot, she didn't have the energy to react with more than a whimper as she writhed on the deck of the boat. A wave was crashing through her, and she rolled with it, quietly moaning her release.

She reached up and weakly grasped Cervantes' shoulder. "Sheath your sword pirate, I've no fight left in me." She shifted her hips, offering herself to him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Removing his fingers from Eli, Cervantes tugged her pants free, tossing them behind his back. He moved on his knee's between her legs and pushed his own trousers down about his hips, his cock springing with ever pulse of his heart. "Aye, a velvet sheath..." He growled as he eased himself toward her, the head of his cock slipping easilly into her depts, followed by the rest of its hard, pulsing length.

 

[Guest]

Elizabeth sighed and arched her back as Cervantes entered her. He filled her so completely, fit so well within her, it was as if the gods had designed their bodies, one for the other.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close within her as she ground her hips against him. Pulling him down to her, she nipped at his neck... trailing her tongue up to his jaw... his lips... moaning as she tasted sweat, and a taste that belonged solely to him.

Stretching, cat like, she moved her legs from around him. Planting her feet on the deck of the boat, she lifted her hips, taking him to the hilt. Clenching and spasming around him as her body once again sought release.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Lifting his head, Cervantes looked down upon Eli's sweet shining face. "I have never met a woman so hungry for pleasures of the flesh as you..." He growled as he sunk into her, in time with her writhing hips. "Ah, and you feel like liquid velvet..." Drawing nearly out of her, he paused, speaking of how she felt before he eased back in, entering her slowly, sensuously.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth nipped at Cervantes' shoulder and smiled at him. "Tis true, pirate, there is none such as me. And I predict you shall never have enough of me."

She winked at him, tangled her legs around his, and rolled them over. Sitting on him... riding him... she looked into his eyes. "I shall make you rich by day, and exhausted by night... what more could a pirate such as you ask for?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Fixing Eli with a lustful glare, Cervantes churned his hips underneath her weight as she ground her pussy against his cock. He licked his lips, and rolled his head back, stretching, arching his back with pleasure. He settled back down, his hands on her hips, commanding the strokes of her hips with them, but still allowing her to keep her own natural rhythm. His eyes locked with hers again and he swallowed back a moan. "I could want nothing more..." He tried to hold back the aching passionate... Love... He was feeling for this woman, but it had slipped into the tone of his voice. He turned his face away then, scrunching his eyes shut, clenching his jaws to fight another heavy moan.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth rode Cervantes with a passion bordering on violence. She took him deep within her, and asked for more. Feeling him pulse and throb within her had the fire building again.

The look in Cervantes' eyes when he spoke nearly drove her over the edge. She'd never seen that look on another man's face. Such need... lust... dare she think, love?

Digging her nails in to his chest, she arched her back and screamed his name as she came.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Eli's orgasm was so potent that it wrenched the seed from cervantes' loins in a hot, gushing torrent. His entire body, every miniscule muscle in his roughly hewn frame clenched, he bucked up against her violently, gasping, his eyes wide with pleasure, his mouth hung slack as a heavy, growling, moaning intonation slid from his lungs. The unearthly pleasure that shot through him like a bolt of lightning made him visibly shake. He'd never felt something so strong as this. He felt as though he were posessed. A moment of convulsive pleasure passed and he began to relax, his breath still coming out in a shaken stutter. He'd never shown such vulnerability during any coupling he had ever been in before, but it gripped him like an iron vice, he looked up at Eli with a mixture of surprise, and something that looked like... Fear...

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth's pussy clenched around Cervantes' cock as his seed exploded within her. The animal sounds he was making drove her to newer heights of pleasure as she came again.

Elizabeth rode him slower, milking the seed from his cock as she watched his face. His jaw slowly unclenched, his hands relaxed their grip on her hips, his eyes slowly opened. As he looked at her, she saw shock, and... was that fear? Hmmm... that was definitely something to think about later.

Folding her arms on his chest and resting her chin on her wrists, she stared into his eyes. He began to look nervous, and she smiled. Moving her hips slightly, his cock still within her, Elizabeth watched as his eyes rolled.

"Oh, my Pirate... such fun we'll have. But first, I'm starving, and it appears I've lost my clothes." Winking at him, she rolled off, and got to her feet. She walked away from him, completely naked and headed to his cabin. She turned before going below deck, and blew him a kiss.

It was then that Cervantes noticed that his men were beginning to wake and come up to the deck. And there he lay, naked, still hard, covered in sweat.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Standing slowly, Cervantes took up his shirt and slipped into it. He felt shaken, out of command of his own body... He looked about at the few men who had come up from below. They turned their eyes away from his sharp glare. Slowly he felt his hard edged command coming back at their proper reactions. He walked to his cabin and slipped inside, taking some time to compose himself. He looked down at his hands and saw them shaking. "Whats happening to me?" He whispered to himself as he clenched his hands into fists. There was a quiver in his stomach, as though he were hungry, but he felt no appetite, he felt full, yet empty. "Gods... What is she doing to me?" He asked the very air about him as he lifted his eyes to the cealing.

Pushing himself from his seat, he did the only thing he could think of that would take these sensations away... He grasped a heavy glass bottle, a rich, dark liquid sloshing inside it as he pulled free its cork, he lifted it to his lips and drank in of its potent liquid until his throat burned and he could no longer sustain it to his lips. He let the glass bottle flop to his side and breated sharply, quaking as his throat felt the fiery rush of the distilations hot embrace.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth walked into the cabin after going to the galley and finding something to eat. She'd brought back some bread and cheese for Cervantes, along with another cup of tea for herself.

The first thing she saw when she entered was a bottle on the floor. Frowning, she walked further into the room and saw Cervantes slouched in his chair, a formidable frown on his face. She was reminded of all the times she'd come home and found her father drunk, the anger and hatred that he seemed to breathe on those nights. It brought a chill to her skin.

Straightening her back and stepping around in front of Cervantes, she crouched down and peered into his face.

"I brought you some breakfast Pirate. Though it would seem you've already drank yours." She sat the food down on the table and rummaged through her meager belongings until she found a small paper pouch. Sprinkling a bit of the powder from it into her tea, she took a sip.

Cervantes was glaring at her as if she'd suddenly sprouted two heads.

"What is it? You're looking at me as if you've never seen a woman drink tea before."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

He'd been focusing upon Eli the moment she entered his cabin. The first touch of the thick rum was touching his mind, altering it, turning it into a dark, storming, unordered place within him. And it swelled, swallowing him whole, he was at its whim. He stood, his stance faltered for a moment.

His feet scuffed at the wooden floor boards as he took unsturdy steps toward her, his right hand using the table for support as he drew toward Eli. His eyes were full of darkness, seeming distant... Mad... "What have ye done te me?" He muttered, barely intelligable.

"Ye've bewitched me!" He barked suddenly, clapping his hand upon the table. "Ohm..." He whined, lowering his head, his free hand tugging at his hair. He released it and shifted his eyes back upon Eli, they held a dangerous menace to them. "Ye've bewitched me..." He growled, his teeth showing. He faltered, stumbling another step toward her, grasping his hand at the air. He was a mess... His breath came in shallow huffs.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth watched Cervantes as he stumbled toward her. He looked as if he was going mad, or had gone, and was fighting his way back.

"Ye've bewitched me..." He growled, his teeth showing. He reached toward her, grasping at the air, and collapsed onto the floor. Sprawled like a child as he muttered to himself.

Cautiously, Elizabeth knelt on the floor next to him, reaching out and laying a hand on his shoulder. He flinched, turning his head and glaring at her. Then he dropped his head, his chin resting on his chest.

"Cervantes, what brought this on? Are you ill?" She gently moved her hand down his arm, taking his hand. She gently kissed the tips of his fingers, scooting nearer to him, their hips and legs touching.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Drawing a breath, a shaking breath, Cervantes followed Eli's hand with his eyes, trying to focus, but it was all blurry... She was speaking, but her words, he couldn't make out, just her voice... Her voice was... Was... She was kissing him, kissing his fingertips, the sensations, why couldn't he feel them? He felt distant, he didn't want this... His head sank down upon her shoulder, heavy, his mouth open, he took in another breath, letting it go with a racking sob. He reached out, embracing her to him, desperately.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth didn't know quite what to do with this big Pirate who was sobbing and clinging to her as if she might simply cease being.

She gently stroked his hair, murmuring softly to him, hoping that he'd calm down. She eyed the bottle of whiskey that he'd been drinking from and vowed to get rid of it before he'd had a chance to drink anymore.

"It's ok love... shhhh now... everything is fine. Just rest here, I'm not going anywhere."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Slowly, Cervantes calmed, his breathing returning to a slow, eased pace, he continued to embrace her though. He turned his face in, toward her neck, hot breath flooded over her skin as he rested his head upon her still. He was child like in his need to be held at the moment, vulnerable, more vulnerable than he had ever been before...

 

[Calamity Jane]

As Cervantes calmed, Elizabeth eased them both back until they leaning against the wall. She gently stroked his hair and back as she listened to his even breathing. Closing her eyes, she continued to croon to him, offering comfort as one would to a child.

They sat in near silence for what seemed like hours. Just as she thought he'd fallen into sleep, he shifted, looking up at her, a question in his eyes.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

The question remained souly in his eyes as he reached up a hand, and almost as though he were a curious child, he ran his finger tips across Eli's lips, then his palm along her cheek, his fingers slipping under her hair to caress her neck, he drew himself toward her, and kissed her, then drew away, the lids under his eyes were dark, and his hair was unkempt, but he looked at her with such an expression of love...

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth didn't know what to think about the look on Cervantes' face. A man had never before looked at her that way, and she feared it might just be love she saw there.

Love? From a pirate who'd probably bedded and left more women than she could count? Surely it was impossible.

Elizabeth scooted a little away from Cervantes and stood up. Busying herself with the food she'd brought in earlier, she distanced herself as much as she could without being obvious. When she looked back, Cervantes was still sitting against the wall, still looking at her with that expression on his face.

"Cervantes, stop looking at me like that. Please."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Shaking his head with a wane smile, Cervantes spoke. "Nay, I cannot." He sighed. He saw her freeze in her place, and his smiled deepened. He planted his hands upon the wall behind him, and pushed himself, still seeming slightly unsturdy upon his feet, he stood.

He kept his gaze upon Eli. "I know what ye've done te me now..." He continued. walking toward her, taking slow steps, as not to falter again. He reached out toward her, this time, he kept his hand extended, not grasping at the air. His head was lowered, and yet his eyes focused upong her. He was directly in front of her now, and she faced him, still rooted to her spot. "Ye've taken me heart like no other lass ever has..." He whispered as his hand touched her shoulder, running down along its silken length, to her hand, he lifted it in his own, to his lips, kissing lightly, his eyes locked with hers.

"So, ye see... I canae simply stop lookin at ye like this..." He sighed, drawing her against his body, hips to hips, chest to chest, he pressed her. His head was bent back to take in the look upon her face.

 

[Calamity Jane]

Elizabeth shook her head sadly.

"You'll tire of me soon enough Pirate. Trust me on that one fact. Don't make me promises that will turn out to be lies."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"I've lied alot in my time, but this is one thing that is true..." He growled as he kept their eyes locked together. "I love you. Would I have neglected to send out the letter of randsom for you, if I thought for one moment that I would tire of you?" He said, a smile spreading across his lips as he laid this revelation upon her.