Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[wildxfire]

The face of a chameleon

I lead her slowly to the doors of the Great Hall, as might a guard with a prisoner, until we pass thru the gilded doorway into the dark.
"Hurry now, before we are caught," I implore to her, wrapping my arm around her trim waist and guiding her at a run thru the brush "Once inside the grotto, we can rest, safe from harm"
The sharp briars tear at our bodies, a sharp gasp escaping from her otherwise still lips as we press on. In what has seemed an eternity, but is only a few minutes we reach a small waterfall, coming from a few feet above us.
"We must pass thru" I tell her "Behind it lays another world, a world of revelation, where you will be safe"
Her face shows disbeleif, then resolution, she has gone too far to turn back, and she closes her eyes as I lead her thru the cold water.
The room behind the waterfall feels warm, compared to the ice cold water that has soaked thru our clothes in an instant. I let go of her hands, now grasping mine tightly, telling her I need to light a torch. As the flame grows, lit from my flint, I turn and see her eyes opening, her body shivering from the cold, a small cut on her shoulder seeping drops of blood.
"We must get you out of those clothes, else you take ill" I tell her, concern in my voice "And I must tend to your wound, before it becomes sour and makes you weak"
I light several torches as I speak, the growing light revealing a large room, reflecting off the golden streaks imbedded in the quartz surface.
Returning to her I see her distrust and embarressment, and gently tell her "I will light a fire, to warm us and dry our clothes, but we must remove them to tend your cut at least"

 

[Guest]

Father Marco

Sighing in resignation I could do no more. Maria's subtle torcher had begun to wear down my resolve. With a bargain now struck I would have no reason to resist her temptations any longer.

I had sold my soul to the Devil in the shape of a beautiful woman, may God forgive me or has he truly forsaken me?

Her arms wraped around my neck with her mouth so close to mine I could no longer resist what I wanted. As a man I knew only from hearsay what pleasures a woman could bring, now I would find out for myself if the bargain was well worth the cost of my soul.

"Yes Maria, a bargain has been struck, God help me".
I lowered my head to kiss her waiting lips

 

[Guest]

Black Bart & Clarrissa

His manner now so uneasy, have I mistaken the signs I though I saw in his eyes, his touch, the gentle care he took of my person. I pray not, for me there is no turning back now, I have come too far to be swayed.
His eyes showed me the pride he saw in my home the care I took to recreate a world I once new, the same world that shunned me. I could never return now, the past is gone, I have only the hope of tomorrow.
His hands moved awkward at first but then with a strange familiarity as if he had done this so long ago, as he helped me with the cloth for the table. I can see remorse, a longing for some past memory in his eyes but then it flutters away as quickly as it came.
Manners of a gentleman he holds my chair, how long has it been since anyone cared to pull my chair out for me? I can not recall. My life has changed so in these years, a woman of my own right, my worth based upon my accomplishments and deeds not some archaic moral code. I could never live so stifled again.
As he holds the chair out for me I feel the need to reassure him that I have not changed. " Noire", I smile into his eyes hoping he will see my meaning, "I am most pleased that you have come to my home. You have given me much this night more than a pirate would give, I am truly your Lady. Mark my words Noire for I do not speak falsely to you. I am a Lady true, born of noble blood, I was outcast much like many here on this isle. The Lady you see before you is the one you have known for many a year, if danger knocked upon my door this very instant you would again see the warrior you know so well. She lives within this same body. I would rally our defenses and guard your back the same as I always have. This dress does not change the woman inside. Know this, I am never unarmed. There are weapons in every room of my home, only disguised so you know not there whereabouts". Turning to the large rose head atop the china cabinet, giving it one quick turn I extract a long fencing rapier, it's steel gleaming in the candle light. Whipping it lightly in the air, I stand and salute, before returning it to it's place. Your look is incredulous, your disbelief abounding. "Think you I could survive on this isle without keeping my wits about me?"
Moving to the chair I place my hand upon yours, the gentle face of a Lady once more. I move my hand over yours, "Yes there is much I would share with you". Turning I take the seat you so graciously offered me.
After seating me I wait for you to take your place, before I begin serving the light repast set before us. I see questions in your eyes so many questions some you are afraid to ask.
As I serve our food I try so to start the conversation lightly, "Ye did not recognize Stephan did ye Noire?", smiling "Nay I thought not. 'Tis the small boy I took from that black hearted bastard pirate after I cut his throat. The pig that he was abused the boy, he was only 7 summers at the time. He cut out his tongue for displeasing him". My voice spoke with such a venom at the mention of that pirate my hands shook as I serve. Regaining my composure again, and looking at your face, "Noire he is a smart boy very smart, after I healed the wound in his mouth it took time but I worked upon the wounds of his soul, I taught him to read, write and cypher. I could see him straining wanting to talk so badly, I taught him to spell with his fingers as they did in the monastery with the children who could not hear. We then worked together to learn different signs for different things so we could talk. Noire he is so smart I taught him to play chess with me and he wins as many as I do".

Again I see a look that I cannot fathom,

 

[BLACK BART]

Clarrissa and Black BART

"Nay, Rissa, tis not you I doubt. For when I see all that you have done, and what you have done for young Stephan, it reminds me of all I have cast away. My life has been of my own choosing, the wrongs I have done are but my own. I pledge my oath to only the Hawkes, who look on me as I am, and welcome me. I fear no one of this earth or beyond, for I have no care of life, or death."
Slowly, I begin to tell Clarrissa who I am, and she looks at me strangely, her eyes questioning my ability to reason, perhaps?
"I have chosen the ways of a pirate, for in it I am free, the sights of this world have passed before me, sights of beauty and horror, not even dreamt of by most, sights which I have lived. I have fought in battles, which have lasted for days, and looked around me to see all of my enemies dead, my hands covered in their blood, and laughed as a madman at it"
I hold up my hand to Clarrissa, as she shakes her head, as if not wanting to hear my words.
"Aye, I have earned my name, not for the color of my mane, but for the color of my soul, and have been proud of it, and for the fear it puts in mens hearts."
"This is the true manner of which I have been, and of which you have welcomed into your home. The manner of one who belongs with Poseidon's demons, not in this abode"
Clarrissa's manner has become uncertain,she has become still, watching me with her hands clasped together on the table, quietly listening to me.....
"I doubt myself, for how can you have faith in me, or my words, if I tell you what is in my heart, a heart that may be as dark as my name"

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: When Waterfalls Are Not Beautiful

The fall is hard, and fast. Certainly too fast to control. I feel my back slam into the bank as my arc pulls me back down. Then I am sliding. The dirt rips my top from my trousers and then tears at my back. I struggle, trying to gain my balance, but only succeed in turning my slide into a tumble. Then, with a sound of steam, the ground disappears. Warm water smashes up my body, rending the breath from my lungs. I plunge further, down a waterfall and into an underground cavern.

The underground river tries to rip me along its path. I know where I am and I know I have to get out of the water. This is a place I have used for sacrifices to the sea. There are fish in here which I have never known outside. Fish which can rip the flesh from a person's bones in seconds. The leather I am wearing ways me down, its heavy reinforcements stifling my efforts to swim. As quickly as I can I struggle out of both jerkin and trousers. The torrent pulls at me, trying to drown me. Each time I surface I gulp fetid air before plunging again. Then, finally, I am free of what ways me down. I swim hard for shore and clamber out, gasping.

There, close by me, is De La Vega. His unconscious form drapes over the slimy rocks. I cough water and shake my head. If Oya desires that I convert him, she is making it as difficult as possible. I make my way over to him, ripping his shirt to make bandages for the gashes over his body. His leg looks injured, lying at an awkward angle. Hopefully, he is all right. In this gloom, it is going to be very difficult to find any fallen wood to make a splint. I crawl over to him and wait for him to waken.

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos de la Vega

A flash of pain pulls me to conciousness. Someone is bandaging me. I realize its the same someone that almost killed me in the first place. I am now thouroghly confused but in no place to argue. The fact that the toxin is still in my bloodstream makes me promise myself to be wary. I slide back and try to stand up. I feel realtively no pain but my leg is acting weirdly. I must have damaged something ...it could be the toxin that is editing the pain for the moment but I really dont feel any pain. I bow to my captor and smile." Capitan Carlos de la Vega a sus ordenes...or would you prefer je mapelle Carlos, oui?"

 

[Clarrissa]

Black Bart and Clarrissa

I sat listening to your words, the words of a man condemning himself for his deeds and the life he had chosen. I would not listen for to listen gives voice to the very things that have plagued my own mind as I lay a bed from dusk till dawn condemning my ownself. I rise from my chair and pace the length of the dining area, back and forth as I am prone to aboard ship.

The soft silk of my skirts rustle with each step as if to accentuate my thoughts. Finaly I stop before you studying you intently, my voice comes, the voice of a barrister plying his case to parliment:
"Sir, I would say you are wrong. Do ye think me a fool to take a viper into my own home, the very same I have fought to protect? Think ye I know not of the life you have lead the deeds you have done? Whom sir stood aboard deck next to you with blood on thier hands, their face, soaking down beneath their own clothes? I sir have sail with ye many a time and fought alongside you. While more times than not I have sailed with me own captain do ye not think I took no lives as well? How many does it take 1,10, 20 before it darkens your soul? I would ask ye because I would surely like to know. Think ye I do not see the lifeless eyes of those whom I took to their grave starring upon me in the night? Am I to lay down and die now because I chose to survive the same as you whatever fate decided, I survived and by God I am proud I did." Pacing again in the room I continued my tirade now talking to myself as much as you. " I did naught to deserve the hand that was delt me, I learned skills that women should not know and then learned them well. My uncle taught me to fence, hand to hand, as well as the use of a knife, I trusted him with my very soul and what did I get for this trust? When my fathers house was attacked by miscrements I took up his sword and protected my own mother and sisters, my father took issue with me for using the sword and gave not one measure of gratitide for protecting his wife and children, he shunned me for using the tallent I was taught. Then my uncle, oh my wonderful uncle who taught me so well, he did not teach me all he knew be sure of that, he left a few details out, such as his need for my body, the reward for my trust of him you know what that earned me? "

Turning I face you and slam my hand upon the table, " I was raped by him on the night of my coming out ball. That is what trust and loyalty has gotten me".

"Now you sit there telling me your soul is black and you care not for life or death, I say you tell me falsely sir, if that were the truth and you are the mad man you think you are why give me a choice? Aye this eventide you said come to you of my own free will, a mad man gives no choices. When I asked if you would take me upon the table did you? Nay you covered my body with your own and took me elsewhere. When the need was so great upon you, did you take your pleasure or give me mine and hold back for yourself that which you craved, would a mad man do this? Nay I think not. And this, the necklace you graced me with, would a mad man give a gift of himself?"

My ire now spent I moved around the table and stand by your chair. Placing my hand upon your shoulders I pull your head to my chest pressing you there " My Noire, a man is made up of more than the sum of his deeds, if you have already condemed yourself, then you have my love condemed me as well."

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

As Padre Marco’s lips closed on mine, it was as though a man had been thirsting in the desert and suddenly found a spring. Returning his kiss, allowing my tongue to freely explore the warmth of his mouth, I feel his arms wrap tightly around my waist. I take my hands from around his neck and begin to undress him, his lips on mine the entire time.

It had been awhile since I had introduced a man to the glorious wonders of love, and I was looking forward to this. As I removed each article of clothing exposing his body, I rubbed and caressed his body feeling him first tense and then relax under my touch. When finally he stood naked before me, I broke from our kiss and pushed him from me slightly. My eyes grazed his body appreciatively. Yes, I knew him to be trim, yet his body was much more muscled than I had expected a priest’s to be. Letting my eyes slowly meet his, I stand and let the dressing gown slide from my shoulders and shake out my mane of shining black hair. I see his eyes take in my body, as I smile invitingly to him.

“Marco, touch this body, my body, that will give you more pleasure than you thought possible this night.”

I move closer to him, my lips reaching up to the sensitive area behind his ear, as I feel his hands upon my breasts. Instantly they respond to his touch, nipples hardening delightfully at his touch. I feel him bury his face in my neck and hair, and I know that I will look forward to this experience. Caressing his body, I take in every contour, the feel of his skin, its warmth, the heat radiating from it. I feel his hands caressing my breasts and sliding down my body, exploring every inch. I feel his sudden urgency, but I know that I wish him to take his time. The first time must always be enjoyable, for it is the one always remembered.

Moving backwards until my legs come into contact with the softness of the bed, I allow myself to lose my balance and tumble back onto it, pulling Marco with me. At his surprised look, I laugh outright. As his lips seek my breasts, I close my eyes, throwing my head back, and allow my hips to raise up to him. Rubbing against his hip, I know that he can feel my wetness, my desire burning against him. As his hand moves to explore the very softest part of me, I spread myself open to him, murmuring encouragement. When he discovers the treasure between my legs, I can feel his confusion at not quite knowing what to do. I pull him away, and laughing into his eyes, I whisper to him that I need to initiate him into one pleasure that I’m sure he will come to like very much.

At his questioning look, I move from underneath him and encourage him to lie on his back. He appears nervous, but as I smile, he appears to relax a little. Moving down his body, I deposit kisses along the way until I reach that for which I am searching. He is swollen and erect and beautiful to behold. Taking his erection in my hand, I smile at him as I gently stroke him, feeling his firm softness fill my hand. Looking at him watching me, I bend forward and gently start to lick the head of his member with my tongue. Darting, licking, teasing, I hear his sharp intake of breath and feel very pleased. Looking up at him, I close my lips about him and begin to move my head as I suck and tease the head of his cock.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I have travelled to many different lands on my father's money. I was always provided a chaperone and was unable to experience many of the cultures. I had ever thought that I was comfortable in my life. As we make our way through the waterfall and into the glimmering room, I am wondering about all the joys I have been deprived.

While this young man has been nothing but a gentleman up to this time, I am still wary of his intentions. I recognized that he has endangered himself with the Hawkes to free me. Still I have not much to offer to my beloved but a large dowery and a promise. A promise that I come to him pure and untouched. I was bred to be the wife of a great Lord not a mistress of a Pirate's guard.

I demure to his attention, suddenly embarrassed and shy. I had always in the past been able to deny a man's passion without snuffing out his desire for me. Now, however, I feel indebted to this man. A feeling I have never experienced up until this moment.

My body is racked with chills and the site of my wound is throbbing. I hope that he will be gentle with me as I begin to undress in front of a man for the first time in my life.

 

[BLACK BART]

Clarrissa and Black Bart

I sit at the table, trying to unravel the words that have flowed from Clarrissa, to form an answer to her tirade. I watch her agitated pace, the battle fury building in her as she continues her speech, revealing much about herself, answering questions of herself I have long wished to ask. I hear her voice soften behind me, and a hand on my shoulder as her body presses against me.
“Nay, wench, Not the actions of a man losing his mind, but his heart” I confess, spacing my words carefully “And strange actions to me, for I have cared naught for anyone, as I have you, since I left my homeland, so long ago”
Clarrissa’s words were noble, and from her heart, confirming what I had felt at the pool….I slowly stand, and turn, facing her….
“Rissa, tis you who has spoken the word first, one I have not spoken in true meaning til now”
I reach for her hand, and gently clasp it, then use the other to tilt her chin upwards, so that I can see into her eyes.
“Whatever becomes our fate tomorrow, where ever the wind blows us, I will carry with me what you have given. For tis you who has taught me the meaning of…..Love”
Leaning forward I whisper into her ear softly, then pull back to touch her lips gently with mine.
“You called me a condemned man, then so be it” I tell her with a smile “Then take me to your prison, and do with me what you will, for I will not confess to any other what I have told you”

 

[Kimberly]

Elizabeth straddles Crystal's face, as Jeremiah, postions himself and pushes forward into her. His hard, long, thick cock sliding in slowly as she accomodates him until he is fully inside her. She lets out a moan from the pleasure she has of being filled by him. Oh how much she loves the feel of his cock and the love that they both share. As he starts to move in and out of her she lowers her mouth to Crystal's virgin pussy and tastes the nectur of the virgin. She licks around the outer edges and the sucks on the lips then down to her clit. Her tongue dances around the little nub before she sucks it into her mouth. She sticks a finger into her slowly feeling her moist velvet and then her hymen. She feels Crystals tongue on her as her brother rams into her pussy. The feeling bringing her close to orgasm. She sucks on Crystal's clit as sticks another finger into her and spreads her lips wide. She then sucks on the lips as she finger fucks her, her fingers bouncing off of the hymen. She goes back to Crystal's clit and sucks and then nibbles on it, trying to make her have her first orgams. The feeling of her brothers cock and that of Crystal's tongue brings Elizabeth to orgasm. Her juices flowing over and around her brother's cock and motion of his cock bringing the juices out and down onto Crystals's mouth.

"Oh God!!!" She moans as she cums.

"Brother you should have yourself a taste of this virgin. She is mighty tasty."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

'sooth, Elizabeth's tight quim closes about my cock like liquid fire. Never have I known a woman who fits me as she does or whom I fit so perfectly. That we are brother and sister might be Fate's faint snicker, yet we've not let that rule either our hearts nor our desires.

I move in and out of Elizabeth, her firm round arse coming to rest time and again against my pelvis as Crystal's nimble tongue frentic stirs both my sister and I. It slithers along the length of me, slipping to enter Elizabeth beside my long shaft, then trailing from the base of my balls up to Clizabeth's clitoris and back.

Gripping Elizabeth's hips in my large, strong hands, I ride her harder and harder, watching as her head bobs between the young virgin's thighs. I find myself licking my lips thinking of tasting that sweet, ripe new flower. Yet, it is the rippling of Elizabeth's taut inner muscles that is driving me insane. I plunge into her again and again, long, hard, strong strokes, relishing the feel of her quivering body impaled upon my spear of passion until she releases with a might spasm and the roil of her upon me draws me up and over the brink of my own climax.

Gout after gout of thick, white heat pours into my sister's womb, as Crystal sucks from us the mingled juices of our passion's. It is as if I will never stop this fount which gushes with such intensity I only know with my beloved sister.

"Elizabeth, my love, my sister, ah gods, you draw from me the very essence of my being," I cry out.

My sister quakes in the violence of her pleasure...slowing but gradually, as do I. she draws off my moist, still semi turgid rod and reclines upon the thigh of the young virgin, looking at me with those smouldering eyes the color of the sky before a storm.

Crystal is moaning for yet another release, having known such pleasure from my sister's skillful tongue as would have sent a lesser maiden beyond bedlam Yet, this lass is a lusty one, ay, and wants even more. I crawl on the opposite side of Crystal from my sister and grin at her.

"Aye," say I with a grin. "I would much enjoy sharing with you this overflowing cup. Shall we see how the vintage tastes with but a little spice added?"

With that, I pick Crystal up and take her to the middle of the room where scarfs of silk, soft yet strong hang from the ceiling. Though her legs can barely support her, I manage to tie the young virgin in place. Handing Elizabeth the softest of our many whips, I grin at her as I kneel before the young woman and Elizabeth moves behind her.

My tongue touches the lasses sweet pussy, swollen and moist from my sister's artful attentions. I hear her moan as I slowly trace the outline of her fleshy gate. As my tongue touches upon Crystal's clitoris, but lightly, Elizabeth snaps the whip so that just the tip caresses Crystal's buttocks.

The young woman cries out in pain, in pleasure, as I begin weaving my tongue slowly around and between her inner and outer lips to the rhythm of Elizabeth's sweet tune of leather snapping almost gently against the Crystal's buttocks.

 

[Guest]

Black Bart and Clarrissa

Holding your head against my chest I wonder can you hear how you make my heart beat faster? Your words come but sound pained. It cost you much to tell me you were loosing your heart to me.

You stand before me your words so low they are almost inaudible, "you love me". Your simple words make my heart soar. I am stunned, I had hoped and prayed, but there was doubt, always some doubt.
"Noire, you have not lost your heart, only placed it in my care as I have given mine to you. My prison has no bars or walls, only my arms to hold you for as long as you will allow". Smiling now I kiss you gently. "Sit my love, let us finish this meal , I have a desire to retire with you", taking my seat we resume our meal.

When all is finished I take the dishes, silver, and platters and put them all on the tray. Moving off to the kitchen I set everything to rights and then return to you a soft smile upon my lips "Bring the wine and glasses Noire, I would have you join me in my upper apartments ".

Taking the cloth from the table and setting it in the rattan basket by the door I head to the stairs. Lifting my skirts slightly my foot poised upon the stair I turn to you, " Come love, see your prison".
You follow me up to the second floor.

The second floor is one large room with small walls separating a small chamber with a slanted table for drafting and drawing and an oversized chair set in the corner for reading. The other side has a dressing area over the kitchen. The room has an abundance of freestanding candelabras.

The main area of the room stands a large four poster bed, the same warm mahogany wood with soft green panes of silk surrounding it, the coverlet is dark green satin, folded down to reveal, crisp white linen sheets. The bed has an abundance of large, soft, pillows, in many shades of green. To the side is a small table with a large candelabra, lit to illuminate the bed in a soft glow.

In the dressing area is a large hammered brass tub, and a tall a`moire for storing clothes. The opposite end has a ladies dressing table with reflection mirror and many bottles of scents and bath salts. Surrounding the bed on either side are more louvered door standing open to catch the breeze, that lead out to a small balcony overlooking the garden. Pointing to a low table near the stairs, "Set the wine and glasses there love".

Watching your eyes now I wait to see what your reaction is. Smiling into your eyes "'Tis your prison love, come I shall see you to your cell". Moving to stand before you, "'Tis not a bad prison really is it?".

 

[wildxfire]

The face of a chameleon

As the young Lady begins to undress, I avert my eyes and light the dry kindling gathered , fanning it into a large fire.
Inside me there was the beginning of another type of fire, one I put aside, the need to care for her greater than my wants.

"My Lady, I have potions that will aid your healing, and stop the flow of blood, but they sting as if bitten by the coals of a fire. I beleive the small amount of pain will be outweighed by their healing effects" I spoke to her, trying to keep my eyes on her face, as I brought several bottles from a small bag....

I laid my left hand on her shoulder, brushing a strand of hair back from it, as I brought the open sulfa bottle up and began to pour a small amount of the powder on the wound.

"Twill burn like fire only a moment" I promised "The next potion will heal your wound quickly, leaving only the smallest trace on your fair skin"

Only inches from her face, I saw her eyes open wide and a small gasp escape her full lips at the touch of the potions.

"Step closer to the fire, My Lady, it will warm you and let me see your wound better" I suggested gently, lowering my hand to her waist to support her, as she swayed, the fire of the potion having it's way with her......

 

[BLACK BART]

Clarrissa and Black Bart

Our meal finished, Clarrissa proves her skills are not limited to the knife she handles so well, cleaning the table swiftly, with no wasted motions.

I gather the glasses and wine bottle as she asks, following her up the steps, to the second level of her home, admiring each trim ankle as it peeks out from her dress.

“You are as much of a surprise as your home is” I compliment her, noticing the reading room, boards of drawings and her dressing area. “Tis unusal for a lass to be able to read scribe, but then you are an unusual lady, the boards have made me curious, what ideas do you entertain on them?”

As we enter her bedroom, I glance about, sensing much of the woman in this room, her fine touch evident in each thing.

As Clarrissa steps in front of me, her voice going husky, teasing, I reply to her question in the same tone she has spoken it, pouring the glasses full and handing her one, before putting the bottle on the table offered.

“If this be my prison, then have your way with we, but be warned, I have the strength of three men, and twill be a long time before you conquer me” I smile at her, then sober, offering her a toast.

“To the lady Fate, for bringing us together, my love…..and to you, my ‘Rissa, for having the strength and courage to create such a home in this wilderness” Raising my glass, I wait for her reply, watching the face of one I had not so long ago called shipmate, who now meant so much, much more to me……..

 

[BadForm]

I smiled, for once with mirth. "Ainsi, vous parlez français, monsieur? Cependant, il est importante se rappeler vie avec le Hawkes que vous le trouverez que l'anglais est leur langage. "

I look at the way he is moving and urge him to sit down. "Monsieur, sit. You look hurt, oui? And we must find a way to escape... This hole, it is... dangereux! Fatal to all before."

I see the nervousness on his face and thrust my chest out more, exhibiting my breasts to which my ragged shirt hangs. "Relax, monsieur. Here I hide nothing, you see." Then I part my naked thighs. "Or here, euh?" And I laugh at the look on his face.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

I have never known a man more tender than this guard. He is an enigma, indeed. I wondered what had brought him to fight alongside the likes of the Hawkes. He did not lie about the pain of his potion. I grit my teeth to suppress a cry. I must remain strong in my convictions.

As he places his hand upon my waist, I am thankful for the support, but I feel something else. Something that I cannot define. Something more than just gratitude.

I have never stood so bare in front of a man beofre. It wasn't just my lack of clothing but because of my vulnerability. I needed this man as I have never needed anything in my life. this was a new emotion for me and I could not give in to it.

"I am fine, thank you, Sir," I say to him as I try to step away from him.

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos

When I first encountered this frenzy of fighting capabilty in the pale lit sky I pictured a monster a monster of superior skill and amazing grace.
Now I wobble before a striking beauty who seems 'oddly enough' to be worried about my well being. The fact that my head is still spinning dioesnt help at all. This is further hindred by the fact that this beauty is brandishing her sensuality with as much efficency as she wielded her weapons.
I almost drool at her when she shows of her heaving breasts and long tanned legs. I shake my head "que me esta pasando?" I chastise my self for my uncharateristic weakness. I reach for the cross that hangs from my neck and realize that it is gone..it must have slipped off in the fall. This bodes ill, I feel like forces beyond my control are at work here...what will come of it? I sit unsteadily and smile at my 'captor' determined not to underestimate her, but slipping deeper into those eyes every minute...

 

[Clarrissa]

Black Bart and Clarrissa

Your features now much softer than I ever recall seeing. Your voice husky showing the underlying desire as you tell me "twill be a long time before I would conquer you". Twinkles of mischief play in my eyes now.

"Nay love conquering is not precisely what I had in mind, more of a bending of the will as it were. While your strength may be great it is your will that is to be tested. Can ye sir hold yourself from me or at the sight of a trim ankle or shapely thigh would you lay your head at my breast and succumb to the love we share? Nay not a conquering but a mutual victory".

Smiling now at your toast I see the true sprit of a man. Raising my glass I continue your toast, "And to you Noire who has lived the life of 10 men, lived to tell about it and tempered your strength with courage and passion",

Sipping my wine I wander over to the drawing boards. Idly I finger some of the parchments. Looking back I see your face so full of curiosity. Moving back to you I take your glass and set mine with it upon the table.
"Come Noire I would show you this", taking your hand I lead you out to the balcony and up another short flight of stairs to the roof. Reaching into a small cubby set in the side of the stairs I pull out a spy glass. At the top of the stairs there is a small platform with a railing surrounding it, a look out. "Look here Noire, ye can see both ships in the harbor. Ye can also see to both sides of the Isle. I am always aware of approaching ships. I also study the ships, both The Lady Hawke and The Fiend, come with me I will show you my work".

Leading you back down to my room I approach the drafting table, " See here I am designing a ship, it is along the same lines a the Lady Hawk, only with a steeper forecastle and the hold centered mid ship not in the fore, that way when loaded the front would not ride so low in the water. In the event of a storm and were fully loaded she would not be swamped. I have also been redesigning the rigging so as it could be efficiently sailed with only a few crew hand".

Again I see disbelief in your face, "Aye love I am a well educated woman to be sure, my father designed ships and had his own merchant line. I have been in love with them since I was little, climbing the riggings at four summers. Your look speaks disbelief. Aye 'tis true, I taught myself the structures by studying the drawings and design of others. I have the desire to build a better ship, faster lighter with the same room as Lady Hawke."

I turn to face you my eyes holding yours, no longer guarded or unsure, the love that is there is plain for you to see. "Come Noire, undo my laces, I would remove this dress and retire with you now".

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

I glance up at the Padre, but notice his eyes are closed and a look of delight is on his face. I smile openly, as I begin to taste his arousal...taking more and more of him into my mouth and sucking and licking in such a way as to drive a man to distraction. I hear his groans and notice his hips start to move towards my face. Mmmm.....yes, my sweet Padre...

Using my nails, I lightly rake the inside of his thigh, causing a sharp in take of breath, and my heart begins to race. With my other hand, I play with his sac, very tenderly, enjoying the feel of his balls in my hand. As his member grows in size in my mouth, his sac begins to tighten and harden. I slowly graze one nail lightly across the sac, tickling it, and causing the good Padre to cry out in pleasure. His hips start to buck now, but this is not the initiation I had desired for him.

Taking him from my mouth, but still stroking him, I look up to him.

"No, Padre, you mustn't find release that quickly. You must learn to enjoy the experience. Let me help you to do that."

I smile at his kind brown eyes, begging me to continue. Ah...how can I resist such a thing as that. Besides, my Antonio will soon be bringing back other women with whom the Padre can find delight in as well.

"Si, mi Padre, I said I would relieve your torment, didn't I? Then relieve it I shall."

I bring my body up to his, and as I lie flush with his, I place my lips on his, exploring his mouth with my tongue, feeling his arms circle my waist, hold tight to my firm ass, as he frantically slides his swollen member against me. Pulling up, and looking down at him, I gaze into his brown eyes....

"Oh, you so badly need release, don't you, mi Padre?"

His eyes gaze at me as his head nods.

I move my legs to either side of him, and sit up. Looking down at him, I make sure he is looking at me as I stroke my breasts, pinching and teasing my hardened nipples for him. I run my hands down my body, to the black triangle between my legs. I spread my lips for him, to see the swollen nub of my clitoris.

"Now, Padre, if you wish to drive a woman crazy, you must rub this tiny, swollen nub here, as I do now. I promise you, you will be delighted at her response."

With that, I lift my lithe body, and grabbing him, I position him at the entrance to my sex. Watching his face, I slowly impale myself on his shaft. He watches and groans with extreme delight as he feels himself engulfed in my warmth and wetness. Steadying myself on his hips, I begin to move up and down, very slowly, drawing him almost all the out of me, and then thrusting him into me deeply.

His hands reach for my breasts, kneading and squeezing....ultimately reaching for my nipples, pinching and twisting as he had seen me do to myself. I close my eyes in ecstacy, enjoying his ministrations to my body.

"Si, si...." I whisper.

My movements quicken....thrusting myself against his shaft. Suddenly I realize that he has indeed found the swollen nub of my desire, and is rubbing it, pinching it between his fingers....

"Si, Padre, SI!"

Feeling him thrusting from underneath me, I hold my hips slight up, and allow him to freely thrust deep into me. His hands move once more to my breasts, and I move my hand to my ready clit.

Watching this man experience a woman's body for the first time, is very pleasing to me, and it doesn't take long before I feel the tenseness build in my body. Suddenly I begin to feel wave after wave of pleasure overcome my body as my clit relieves an orgasm for me.

With the convulsing of my sex around him, the Padre grabs my hips and plunges deep inside of me. As his body releases his seed into my body, I am once more taken over the edge.....into bliss.

Finally, our bodies spent, I collapse next to the Padre, where he lightly rubs my shoulder, but I know what is on his mind.

"Padre, do not be so worried about what we have just done. It was beautiful, no? You were beautiful. It is a wonderful thing that God has given to us, si?"

Kissing him gently, tenderly, I sit up.

"And now, my dear Padre, it is time we prepare ourselves for Antonio's return. Come..."

Taking his hand, I lead him to a wash area, where warm water stands waiting for us. As I wash him, gently yet firmly, he returns the favor....causing delicious feelings to well within me again. When we finish, I put my arms around him, kissing him deeply.

"I'm glad you enjoyed you're 'initiation', Padre. Now, let us eat, before Antonio's return, shall we?"

He puts his clothes back on, as I once again slip the dressing gown over my shoulders. As we head to a table ladened with food, I look at him...

"Oh, and Padre. Do not forget.....LA LIBERTAD ES EN VIDA!"

 

[wildxfire]

Amanda's revelation

With the touch of my hand to Amanda's bare waist I feel her pain, the burn of her wound slowly fading away.....Replacing it, thoughts of confusion, her bodies response to mine, and thoughts of her beloved left so far behind.

"My Lady Lancaster" I begin "When you came with me you promised three requests you would grant"

As she steps away from me, her arms cross her youthful, full breasts, her face showing fear, as if thinking I wished to do her body harm.

"Nay, My Lady, tis not that I wish" I smile, trying to reassure her "For truly, your body is desirable, but I would wish you came to me of your own desires"

I pause, my face becoming sober, my eyes locking hers, as I continue

"My first request is for you to see the truth, and not be afraid to face it, for I will show you more than you wish to see, perhaps, for not all is what it appears to be"

At her hesitant nod I direct her attention to a small pool of calm water, it's surface like a mirror.

"Gaze into this pool, it will reveal to you your true reason for being with us, and who brought you here"

I incant words softly, endearing the God of Seth to bring her the visions she needs to see, as she stares into the pool, a fog rises on its calm surface, and figures begin to appear slowly taking shape, their voices gaining strength.

"Remember my Lady" I warn her "Tis the truth you face now, face it bravely, I will be beside you if you need me"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

The guard gently ceases my withdrawal from him by placing his hands upon my hips. I involuntarily raise my arm to cover my nakedness. He is reminding me of my promise to grant him three requests with the first being truth seeking. As he stares into my eyes, I notice something I had not seen before. I was not sure if it was determination or evilness.

I stare bewildered as the pool becomes alive. On its surface visions of my homeland appear before me. I fall to my knees, longing for home, when I see my betrothed reflected on the pool. He is laughing heartily, almost demon like. I am confounded by this man, who I thought I knew, for my Richard was always relaxed and kind. This vision is lewd and raucous. Voices begin drifting up to me and I can hear him bragging to his buddies. He is informing them that the money he received from the Hawkes was a sizable amount more than my dowery and he would never have to bow to my irritating whims.

I cover my ears not wanting to hear any more of this deceit. I jump to my feet and turn to the guard.

"I trusted you!" I scream to him. "I thought you were kind and that you were trying to aid me in my desire to be free and unharmed! You BASTARD!!" I raise my tiny, delicate fists to his stolid chest and begin pounding. He grabs my arms tenderly and turns me about so that I am again gazing into the pool.

"I am not the man deceiving you, Lady Lancaster. If you truly want to be free and safe then you must face reality," the guard softly informs me.

I wrench from his grasp and flee back to the pool. Teetering at the edge of the surface, I collapse at the brink, weeping like a small child. My hands reach out to the water, attempting to wipe the images off the surface and out of my mind.

I do not immediately recognize his grasp upon my shoulders until I have been lifted into his arms. I bury my head into his shoulders, my body unable to cease the convulsions that the sobbing has caused.

 

[wildxfire]

Amanda's revelation

Her anguish is heart wrenching, as I gather her in my arms, comforting her, feeling hot tears of sorrow stream down my naked chest.
"Yes, my sweet Lady, now you begin to understand the treachery of why you are truly here" I coo to her, feeling her bosum heave as she sobs, her firm breasts pressed against me.
Stroking her hair, gently, I ask her quietly, then repeating my question, trying to intrude on her misery.
"Are you going to let him defeat you so easily, then? Did he mean so much to you that you will give up all hope of life?"
I raise her trembling chin gently, seeing the tears streaming off her well formed cheeks, and lower my lips to brush them away.
"You have kept up such a brave front, till now, do not give up so easily, for there is life and love after the first broken heart."
The feel of her youthful body, her breasts, her soft stomach pressed against mine begin to have their telltale effect on me, as I respond as all men would when faced with a beautiful lady in this situation, my growing erection presses against her silky stomach, as I lower my head and press my lips against hers.
"Let us find the meaning of life and love together" I murmur as my tongue presses against her lips, looking for her to accept my passionate plea.

 

[BLACK BART]

I stand stunned, this woman becomes deeper and deeper at each turn.

"Aye, Rissa" I reply quietly, earnestly "Tis true your design would make a better ship, and with the right crew she could gain 7 perhaps 8 knots in a straight running battle, you have sacrificed more on the 10 inch guns, but with her speed and ability to turn, she would outfight any vessel on the sea"

Turning to face Clarrissa, the admiration in my eyes shining, watching her show me the details of her drawings, seeing the intense concentration in her eyes.

"With a fleet of these, we would make Hawke Island a free country, able to live as we have dreamed. These drawings have more value than you beleive, my Rissa, for in the Spaniards hands they could be used against us, to destroy all that we have built."

At her bidding, I begin to undo the laces of her gown, revealing her magnificent figure as I promise her.

"I swear on my life, that all you have shown me will remain yours, or I will visit Poseidon's watery grave in trying"

As the gown falls off her shoulders, sliding past her full breasts, it lodges on her rounded waist in a bunch.

"Turn my Rissa, so I may see your face, as we pledge our love to one another this eve" I tell her, my blood warming at the sight of her trim womanly body. My body responding to the scent of her, as I bend to push the dress past her trim hips.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

How could I explain to this virtual stranger all the feelings welling up inside of me? I am not quite sure I understood them completely. I had been born and bred to one day become the wife of a prominent male. Did I love Richard so much that I would shed tears over his betrayal? No, that was not it. I was expected to marry him and that was all there was to it. How can I tell this man that I am lost in the swirl of waves invading my brain? My purpose in life has been drastically altered and I know no other.

I was completely unaware of my nakedness until I felt his shaft against my stomache. Then his face drew nearer to my own as his lips caressed mine. I had never felt lips like these, gentle yet demanding. As my body responds to this touch I am taken by surprise. I had been saving my virginity for so long now only to be deceived. My own kiss became increasingly more urgent. I strained my breasts to press tighter against his body. I wanted to be connected to, comforted by and educated with this man. I needed it! And damnit I deserved it!