Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[wildxfire]

Slowly her sobs quiet, her breathing becomes slower, less labored. Her lips open, accepting my kiss, and slowly returning it, the pain she felt being replaced by it's sister, passion.

I run my hand thru her long, blonde hair, tracing it to it's end, above her rounded derrierre, and then careess it, pulling her closer to me, increasing the pressure of my shaft against her silky stomach.

"What you give me, you can give no other" I warn her, sensing the hesitation felt in her body was one of inexperience, not lack of passion.

Looking into her vivid, bright blue eyes, I invite her "Let us join together, in the ways of lovers, and let me replace your pain with that of passion, and the joy of our bodies pleasing each other"

I see a fire in her eyes, and feel her heat below, feeling the passion in her quickly growing as I let my hands roam her flaring hips, her full breasts, admiring the doll like qualities of her.

Lifting her in my arms, I continue my kisses to her lips, and carry her from the pool, moving closer to the fire. Kicking our clothes into a quick bed, I lower her to it, placing her there gently, before lowering myself next to her. I let my lips speak their appreciation of her beauty, trailing kisses down her face, unto her graceful neck and lingering on her breasts, taunting each nipple with my lips, gently pulling on each, hearing her gasp for air in response to my ministrations.

"The small pain you feel will be only that" I tell her gently "It will mark the beginning of your new life, still a Lady, but also as a woman"

Her heat is growing, her own hands become more daring, more insistent with each second as we learn of each others bodies. I sense thatI am to be a guide for her growing passion, and much, much more.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

The fire was warming to my skin but my passion heated my body. His lips were suckling my breasts that had previously only been touched by my own hands. His mouth is connecting to my body, my spirit and my soul. Uncharacteristically, I brazenly pull his head closer into my chest. My insides are afire with passion, fueled by my rage.

So far, his ministrations have been tender and thoughtful. But I longed to be ravished by this man. To soar across the ocean, crashing into the rugged coral reefs. I raise my hips to his erection signalling my urgent consent to be a part of him. For him to be a part of me. Slowly he guides the tip of his memeber into my awaiting threshold. I wrap my legs about his buttocks and thrust him deep inside of me. The pain lasts for just a moment, giving way to a feeling of fulfillment. He gazes intently into my eyes. I return a fiery stare, the desire burning in my glare.

The blood courses faster through my veins as I feel a rush of ecstacy. Each of his thrusts are matched by one of my own. Soon we are a frenzy of lustful creatures. I cry out into the night as I explode onto him. The feeling akin to a strained dam bursting with the weight of a great flood.

 

[wildxfire]

The fire gave us warmth, and light, light which revealed my fair haired, blue eyed lover. Her satin skin dyed an enticing reddish hue, her face flushed with passion.

In deference to her, I proceeded slowly, to no avail. Her passion consumed us both quickly, like that of the fire feeding on the driftwood. As I slowly entered her virgin sheath, I heard her cry out, not of pain, but as if a challenge, her legs wrapping themselves around my waist, in encouragement as if to drive me on.

Holding myself above her, I stroked her flaxen hair, whispering words of love and encouragement, as I gazed at her empassioned face. Her eyes opened, locking onto mine, gazing into my soul, endearing me to proceed without caution, to take her quickly to her first crest.

My hips drove against hers, met at the deepest of each thrust by her own lunge, her full breasts rolling with each thrust as we raced to our mutual pleasuring.

Lowering my head I locked my lips to each nipple, sucking and drawing the blood to each, feeling her hands locking in my hair, holding me at each until I had created a hardened nub.

Her small gasps of pleasure drove me forward faster, and I slid one hand past the swells of her hips, and under her firm ass, pulling her tighter against me with each thrust.

The lady has changed into the feline, a wild animal, craving for the pleasuring of her body, driving away all pain with it.
No longer did I try to capture her lips, for Amanda's head swung back and forth, her eyes closed tightly, as I drove myself into her. No longer did I worry of her pain as it was consumed by her passion, growing with each thrust against me.

With a loud cry, Amanda arched her body, her thighs spreading wider, allowing me deeper access to her womanhood as she reached her first peak, and I drove her over it.

I slowed my thrusts into her, once again stroking her flushed face, amazed at the great passion within such a small, well shaped frame. Amanda's wild movements slowed, her eyes opening, gazing at me with wonder, a question on her full lips.

"No, my sweet love, the night is young, and we have it all to explore each other, and taste of each others fruits" I smile sweetly, telling her "And when we are each sated, then we must discuss my second request"

With a nod, she silently raised her arms, drawing my head to hers, kissing me with a passion that would drive us thru the night.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

Once I had been driven over the edge, he slowed his pace. I kissed his mouth fiercely in as much appreciation as desire. He had indoctrinated me a pleasure I had never knew existed. I slowly urged his body over to lay beneath me, never parting from him.

Purposefully, I begin moving up the full length of his shaft and back down again. He places his hands upon my bottm, kneading the cheeks. My hands slide to my breasts, swirling fingertips around each nipple. I continue my movements as they grow instensely more rapid. My eyes peer down upon him, expressing our mutual animalistic desires. As another quake begins to rock my body, I lean into him my hair falling down around us. My nails dig into the flesh covering his shoulders while he plunges into me. I am determined to reciprocate the thrill he has has given to me. I remain steadfast in my actions until his body tenses. I feel his pulsations as he ejects his seed into me. I fall atop of him, gasping for air.

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: The First In A Long Time

I look into De La Vega's confused and desirous face. The drugged wine must be having a powerful effect on him, for none have found me beautiful since the loss of my eye several years ago. Even my dear Black Bart is aroused more by my savagery and power than my face. It touches me to see someone look at me so. I glance down at his chest, naked now that I have ripped his shirt to make bandages, and smile as I see his nipples slightly erect. I run a finger down one side of his body, allowing the nail to lightly graze the nipple.

"Oh, monsieur, the cold, he has affected you. Or, perhap, it is the heat, non?" I purr, running my finger down to caress across his growing erection. "Monsieur, we should take care of this..."

Without a further word, I pull his face to mine and kiss him fiercely.

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos

I have tried to live a pious life for so long. I have tried to be the Captain my crew needed. but now I find myself unbalanced and dangerously hungry. I taste a simmilar hunger in my beautiful captor. She runs her finger across my chest and it is like lightning across my heart. For the first time in my life a woman takes me, she kisses me with a fierceness that is also tender and sweet. It cannot be described but I succumb to the fever in my heart and run my hands along her body. I kiss her as if my life depends on her sweet lips..and as I fall into passion I fear it does.

 

[wildxfire]

Amanda's passion has taken her past pain, and us into her pleasure, driving us both like the waves before a tropical storm.

With each slow, lingering stroke she draws me closer and closer to my release, the firelight reflecting in her eyes, reminding me more and more of a wild panther, who has found freedom after being caged too long.....

I place my hands on her tawny buttocks, encouraging her as she draws my pleasure from me with each teasing thrust.......

My body arches, trying to penetrate her deeper and deeper as she increases her tantalizing torment......

My storm gains strength as she teases me with her hair, a trail of a thousand feathers, the sight of her breasts swaying in rythm forces me to the next wave......

As she claims me with her sharp nails, bringing pleasure and pain to my body and soul....

I erupt into her body, taking control of her silky hips, and plunging myself repeatedly into her, crying my pleasure out as she collapses on top of me......

We lay entwined, our bodies spent, as we gather our strength and spirits to us.......

For a short eternity she slumbers, her weight on me a gentle comfort, as I look upon her. No longer the haughty, proud female do I see, but a courageous, passionate woman who has taken the first step into her own future.

As she rolls in her slumber, I bend to kiss her sweet lips, and open my eyes to see hers, a much softer, passionate hue than before.

"Yes, my sweet love, we have shared great pleasure together, as true lovers do, and you have faced your pain and outgrown it" I place my hand in her golden hair, carressing it "Now let me confess my true self to you, and reveal your future, if you choose it so"

I begin slowly, to convince her of my truthfullness,

"My true name is Jose Miguel Antonio Delgado, and I am not an ally of the Hawke pirate's as you were led to beleive, for that deception I apologise, I had not the time to reveal the truth"

Amanda pulls back slightly, her face revealing the thought of deception, by the one she has given her most rare gift to???

"Nay, my love, What we have shared is true, never to be scorned, nor boasted of, nor used against you" I reassure her "And what I am going to ask of you will be my second request"

Quickly I outline to her our plans of hope, a chance for freedom, to return to our homes and family, and ask for her pledge of faith in our revolution

"Twill be a battle for our freedom, with the outcome unknown" I promise her "And whatever your choice, you will leave here unharmed"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

After we had been spent, I lay my head upon his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat until it becomes slow and steady. The calming rythym lulls me into a sweet slumber, my body requiring a modecum of rest. I am awakened shortly by the familiar feel of his full lips upon my own.

I am apalled by his confession at first. Wanting to run from his deception his next words sooth me and yet I am still uneasy. He speaks of freedom and hope and returning home. I think that I shall never truly be free, not from the lies and torments. Hope had deserted me at least for now. And home...what home have I? How can I return to face the inquiries? I am confused and scared for the first time in my life.

His plan requires those captives who still have the strength and the will to live. Not just breathe. Not just a heart beating as it breaks. For I know that I shall live in the physical sense. But can I be alive again is the question before me. I ponder the means in which these heathens, the Hawkes, live. They appear to me to be content in their life. I was once content in my own world. Content does not now seem to be enough, however, for me. I have tasted the true definition of life on this night.

My mind spins out of control as I digest his words. My anger can fuel the will to fight, I think to myself. I need justice for the wrongs against me. I delve deep inside of me to find the once self-assured woman. She is there deep within. I can feel her struggling to resurface. Have I the strength? Have I the knowledge and the power to overcome the scoundrels who placed me in my imagined shackles?

"I shall aid you in your valiant crusade," I finally respond to him. "I need to avenge my honor and regain the respect that I am entitled to," as I fervently kiss again his tender lips. Lips that utter such kind words to my battered spirit. With my kiss I silently agree to grant him his third request. I pull back and gaze into his eyes waiting for his request of me.

 

[wildxfire]

I hear her fervent words, and see her spirit rekindling itself in her eyes as she accepts my plea as an ally to our revolution.

"La Libertad Es En Vida" I say to her, smiling softly, then look at her and begin my third request.

"My first request was for you, to see the truth, and face it"

"My second request was for all of us, to battle the bastard Hawke's, and fight our battle together"

"My third request is for me, for you to see me as the man I am, and to make love to him"

How can I tell her I wish to be known as a man, not a magician, nor a generals son, or even a hero, if we win this war?
How do I prove what has just happened between us was not a part of the revolution, but between a man and a woman?

With her next kiss, and the fire it brought to my heart my worries disappeared, as she became the teacher, and I, the student....

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: Claiming Piety

My eyes blaze with hunger. Oya wants this man, and so do I. My lips close upon his, then press apart, opening his mouth, My tongue quests within, seeking to conquer new territory. As it does, I rake my nails over his erect penis. My fingers close around the glowing member almost instinctively. At first, aggressive, the squeeze, then, opening to a gentle embrace, my hand strokes back and forward. With my free hand, I force De La Vega back upon the rocks. Then I raise my fingers to my shirt and rip it open, tearing it one-handed from my body. I never wear underwear, preferring the rub of cotton and leather across my nipples and vulva. Now I am naked, clothed only in the goddess's desires. I am no longer my own woman. I am owned. By Oya. By desire. And by my own savage nature. I could no more prevent what will happen than I could hold back a hurricane.

Finally, my mouth parts from that of the captain. I kiss down across his chin, his neck. I claim first one, then the other nipple, and suck deep, almost painfully. My mouth wanders further down across his abdomen to the tight hairs of his pubis. Then my hand on his cock is replaced by a devouring mouth. Half-conscious, consumed by heat and hunger, I reverse above him and thrust towards his mouth. The message is obvious, the demand is entire. Eat me. Share this feast.

 

[THEBRAT]

The Magician of Seth almost has all of his victims ready for the mass killings on Hawke Island.

I The Black Raven most some how find away to stop him from completing his mission.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

Previously, my passion was fueled by anger, now it is guided by love. I wanted to love every inch of this man, to express my feelings for him. I trail soft kisses across his chest, stopping for a moment to lavish attention on each of his nipples.

"Antonio," I breathe into the air. "Let us see each other for what were are. Let us become one again."

My trail of kisses lead down to his groin and the gift that it contains. I take it in my hands and begin to explore every inch of it with my tongue. I taste the remnants of our lovemaking. I swirl the tip with my tongue, savoring the taste. I feel an urgent need to devour him, but I want to make this time special. I slowly lower my mouth down the length of him, sucking firmly on my pass back up to the tip. He strokes my hair as his excitement becomes more evident by the fluid that is escaping. I repeat my actions many times over, progressively quickening my pace. I tilt my head upwards and peer into his eyes, fear and rage no longer contained in my gaze.

 

[Clarrissa]

Black Bart and Clarrissa

My heart swelled as I watch your face, knowing only you would appreciate what I have revealed. The admiration shows in your eyes but there is love now as well.

The feel of your large hands upon my back undoing my laces, sliding the gown across and off my shoulders to pool at my waist sends a surge of desire through me that leaves me weak and trembling. Lord help me I will never get my fill of you. Turning in your arms now I look up and see a passion that mirrors my own, I want you so badly now my heart aches from longing. Your strong, gentle hands press my gown down around my hips and passed my hips to pool at the floor.

Raising upon tip toe I gently kiss your lips, "Noire, my love, this night truly is ours to share, but there is one more thing I would show you before I take you to my bed,"
Stepping aside I step out of the gown and bend to lift it from the floor. As I reach for it I slide my hand down along the inside of your thigh, flexing my fingers around the strong muscle as I decend. Lifting my gown I place it upon a nearby chair sliding my slippers off my feet as I stand.

I feel your eyes upon me now, clad in a soft silk chemise and stockings, I raise my leg watching you all the while as I undo my garter and slowly roll my stocking down my leg your eyes following the decent of my hands. Turning I bend and give you the briefest glimps of my soft deriere, moving to the other leg to remove its stocking in turn.

Smiling now I watch your face, the hunger is evident upon it. "Noire, I would show you this, no other knows of its existence, save now you. Have a care and watch closely if it this is not done properly, twould mean certain death for you."

Taking your hand I lead you to the tall amoire, "Put your hand here love and feel the small carved roses along the edge, find with your hand the one that is second to largest", my eyes watch intently,"yes that one, push it in" Under the pressure of your finger a small draw springs open that contains a silver key. "Would you have pressed the wrong flower you would feel a small prick as from a bee sting, tis poison upon the pin that would kill a man twice over".

Holding the key I take your hand and lead you to the room where my drafting table is. I slide my hand along the white wood moulding, a small indentation I press and it releases a door pannel hidden in the white wainscott. Inside is a large chest, using the key I open the chest to reveal many oilskin bags of gold and silver coins.
"I had not considered the possibility of the Spanish interest in my drawings, Noire gather them up I will put them in the chest." Watching you as you gather the parchments and roll them carfeully, your hand touches mine as you turn them over to me.

Our eyes meet again, the passion there burns brightly
"The black leather bag inside this chest belongs to Stephan. The rest would become yours in the event something happend to me", looking to your eyes in ernest, "Noire I give what I have to your safe keeping I would ask one thing of you, make sure Stephan is always cared for. There is enough here to build two maybe three ships. Use this knowledge wisely love".

I close the chest and the pannel, returning the key to its rightful place. Returning I stand infront of you, my hands slide up your large chest, tugging your shirt from your leathers so I can feel your skin underneath,

Pulling your head down, my lips brush your so gently "Now you know my true nature love, I would ask you to show me more of yourself".

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos De La Vega

A flood gate of emotion finnaly cascades from my heart. She claims me and even as she takes she gives back such intensity, such pleasure that I fear it will drive me mad. In a blur of passion she samples my skin and maneuvers to allow me to do the same. more out of instinct then experience I lick, suck and savor her. I drive my toungue deep into her and lick and suck in a frenzied hunger.I rake my fingers along her back and begin to thrust to meet her ministrations even as I drive my toungue deeeper and faster drinking in her sweet juices.

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: White Lightning

His tongue trails white lightning through my sex as I lower my lips on him. I ease to a new position slightly and open my gullet. Then I plunge, like a gannet on the sea. I take his cock head deep in my throat and pulse my vocal chords agaisnt it, massaging him in a way I am certain no woman has before. Once, twice, three times. Then the gag reflex forces me to raise myself.

I spin over and straddle him. His swollen member points straight where I intend it to go. My hands claw his chest as I stare, barely seeing, down into his face. Then I drop, hardly remembering the pain his leg is in. One move and he is lodged within me. I twitch and tighten my pussy muscles on him, pulling and thrusting at once. And I feel the wilderness grow within. As I begin to thrust in a regular beat the sound escapes me. Not human. Animal. Wolven. From a growl it rises higher to become a howl of carnal passion. For myself, I am no longer truly aware of who I am riding, nor who I am myself. I am Oya, with her godly lover. I am goddess made flesh. I will take what is rightly mine. That is my right. It is my power. It is the inner storm.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

My sister and the young virgin, evidently exhausted from the night's delights, have fallen asleep together. Gads, but they look lovely laying there curled together as two kittens. I regret I've not been able to pluck Crystal's sweet fruit, but having had my sister again has invigorated me. I would rest with them, but truth to tell, there be a restlessness upon me in these early hours ere dawn.

I slip away to my quarters, and clothe myself in the colors of night, as well as sword, Florentine, pistol and my secret stilettos in cunning sheaths at the back of my neck, upon my arm and in my boots. I wot not why I arm myself so heavily, yet there is a sense of tension in the air tonight that causes me more than some uneasiness.

I gesture for the guards to follow, and for the silent half wolf, half mastiff hound Heracles to follow. Striding across the village square, I can hear murmmured noises of delights abounding, and muffled sobs from the Cloisters. I smile albeit grimly, for such is my hunger for vengance upon the Catholic Church even this cannot abate it. I do remember me of the young nun, and promise I will seek her out later.

For now, reading the missives of Black Bart & Clarissa, I do frown a bit, but believe this might yet wait, for I've no doubt they are still about their pleasures. An' I would not begrudge them that. Elizabeth and I oft have speculated how long it would be ere those two would at last realize how perfect they would be as a couple. I smile, to myself, romantic fool I be, for of all on this island, those two come closest to what I would term friends to my sister and myself, they and Monique.

Instead, I open the message from the one called "The Black Raven". She intrigues me, showing a great inner strength and an enigma that itches at the back of my brain. I call for the guard to go and bring her to me in the great hall. Another, I send to the kitchens to fetch a light repast of cold meats, cheeses, bread and wine. I decide I will treat this one with some respect, if to but find out what she might know, how it touches upon my own suspicions of the dangers which are beginning to draw their webs about Hawke Island.

 

[THEBRAT]

The Black Raven

I hear my cell door being opened the Guards tell me that Hawke wishes to see me in Hawke Hall.

I follow the guards to see Hawke.At least my Brother is safe for now with Lady Clarrissa.

But it might now be too late to save anyone even myself from an unspeakable death but the three that the Magician of Seth has chosen.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I'm toying with a glass of claret when the guards bring the one who calls herself the Raven into the room. I have read and reread the note. Though the words seem the ravings of a lunatic, the writing is crisp. And the look in the woman's eyes is not one of insanity but something else, the eyes of someone who has seen things most of us have not. I suppress a shudder when I realize it is the same look I have seen in Monique's eyes from time to time.

I rise to my feet and bow slightly, "Please, do come in. I have brought food and wine should you desire some sustenance as we talk."

The guards escort her to the table. I am about to signal them to leave when I notice how she seemingly handles one of the knives. Those fingers, I decide are not testing it to see if it will slice cheese.

I bid one guard to stay at the door. Heracles, my hound, crouches by my feet, his green eyes never straying from our guest.

"I do crave your pardon," I say in silken tones, "for the rude treatment earlier. You did give us something of a start appearing as you did. Not many have the skills to penetrate so far into the mansio.

"Your note," I say holding up the parchment, "suggests dangers among us here on Hawke's Island. I would know more of that, as you refresh yourself. Also, how would you wish to be called? By what name that we might discourse in a civilized manner."

What I truly want is to ask her why there is this maddening sense of familiarity to her. I study her features carefully, waiting for her reply.

 

[THEBRAT]

The Black Raven

As for a name you may call me Princess Inez it's to dangerous for you to know my real name.

I look into your face and see fear as I look down and I see that I'm playing with a knife.

Please excuse my playing with the knife?It's a habit that I've gotten into my life as a Pirate & Priestess of Seth has not been an easy one to live with and know I've got the renegade Magician of Seth to deal with.Listen very well Hawke the Magician of Seth means to kill everyone on this Island especially your sister and you.

I can tell you that you know my Twin Brother very well. You may want to call him and his Clarissa.My Brother hasn't seen me in years the onlytime that he saw me was as the Spanish Prinecess

I can see that you want to know how I got into your Mansion?It wasn't that very hard to do beings that I had aready been inside as the Spanish Princess Inez.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

My eyes widen with the revelations of this young woman. I seem to recall the name Inez from some time back. Though this magician of Seth seems but a vague threat, I can tell from the intensity of Inez's voice that she believes the threat to be one that should be taken seriously. And I have lived just long enough to know better than to dismiss any idea ere I know sufficient about it.

I summon the guard at the door and have him call for another. To the other, I have him wait as I take parchment and ink and scribble a short message., then spread sand upon it to dry the ink quickly.

At your earliest convenience, my friends, please step over to Hawke Hall, no matter the hour. I shall be there with someone whom you might wish to meet, bearing most disturbing news.

--Jeremiah

I bid him take the missive and find Black Bart and Clarrissa, knowing not where they might be at this hour. I bid him deliver the message--sealed with wax and my signet of a hawk diving--to them.

"Yet, disturb them not at their revels, but wait until such time as might be deemed, ah, less than intrusive."

As of yet, I see no need to rush them from their hard earned pleasures, though truth to tell, I do look forward to Black Bart's face when the kinship knowledge of this young woman is revealed to him. He would know if 's truth or not.

"I must confess my ignorance," I say to the Princess, "of your relationship to my first mate. Likewise to this person you call the magician of Seth. Pray enlighten me further."

I pour her a glass of claret by my own hand, and then another for myself, before walking back to the head of the table and sitting, my hands steepled, before my face.

 

[THEBRAT]

The Black Raven

I was dedicated to Seth on my & Brother's birth. I'm the eldest sibling if my brother remebers me it will b a miricle.

I put my Pirateship in hidding here as I planned it out before I was taken prisoner by you as the Spanish Princess.

The Lady Amanda has been released from where you had her by a person deguised as one of your guards it was the Magician.There is one thing that I can tell you the Magician is a shape shifter.

There are things that I wont & can't tell you.For then ye will be leading the life that I live know. Knowing when your own death will be.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

My eyes narrow at the Princess Inez's words. Messages I had read while waiting for her to be brought to me had indicated that this Lady Amanda had some special value. The note had puzzled me greatly, as surely the news would not yet have reached English shores. I make a mental note to ask Elizabeth later how she found out about that particular ship or had come upon it by chance.

I summon another guard and tell him to go check on the Lady Amanda, for ceres the truth of this can be more easily ascertained than what else Inez is telling me.

Her other words, of what she feels she can and cannot tell me again gives me the feeling of a hovering doom.

"Shape shifter?" I inquire. "I have heard of such, but thought them but tales to frighten children. Why would such a one, powerful as you say he is, seek the deaths of myself and my sister and those on this island?"

 

[THEBRAT]

The Black Raven

Hawke did you really think that you could punish the Catholic Church and they not do anything about it.The Catholic Church has brought back to life this Magician.He was in suspended Animation not dead and yet not living.

The Lady Amanda's future husband is the cause of you & your sisters death.You should have smelled a rat when you took his money to kidnap Lady Amanda. All that he wanted was more money than he would have gotten from her Dowery.I just hope that for your sake that this is one more of his lies to ensnare his victims.

 

[BLACK BART]

My mind is amazed at the depth of this lady, her intelligence and the ambition to use it is staggering. Her ability to care for a young orphan, in the middle of a horror filled life such as ours, proves her inner strength and heart.
Clarrissa’s simple acts of undressing bring my inner smoke to a flame, as she reveals her long muscular legs the flame turns into an inferno. My will power is tested when she looks at me with an impish grin, turning sober, and tells me of one thing more she needs to reveal.
I am curious and confused as she leads me to her amoire, and guides my hand to the engraved flowers, her voice turning urgent. With the small key that is released, she reveals her cleverly hidden panel and the treasure within. As she defines her desired uses for the bags within, we place the drawings together with them.
With the touch of our hands, and the meeting of our eyes, my inner flame once again burns bright.

“Aye, Rissa, Young Stephan will be protected and cared for, as if he were my own flesh and blood” I promise her “But let us not dwell on what might be, rather let us satisfy the hunger that is here now”
As her gentle hands roam my chest, our lips meet, both actions fueling my desire for her even more. I let my hands roam her body thru the silky chemise as she makes her request.

 

[Clarrissa]

Black Bart & Clarrissa

My heart is lighter now that it had ever been before. You know of my plans for a better ship and you agreed to make sure Stephan was cared for until he reached manhood. That means more to me than words could say, each time I leave port there is always a chance of not returning, I can now feel at ease.
The feel of your strong hands upon my back, roaming the length of me, cupping my rear cheeks, sets my blood to boiling. Waves of desire flood my body setting me to tremble at your touch. Your strong chest feels massive in my small hands, yet I fit against you so perfectly.
Pulling off your tunic, again my hands return to your laces, carefully untying them slowly so you feel my hands sliding against the hardness below them. Kneeling down I lift your foot and remove your boots, each one in turn. As I rise to stand before you I slide my hands up the length of your legs, feeling every ripple of muscle beneath the leather, my thumbs purposefully sliding along your soft sac encased in leather. I slowly finish your laces and slide the leather down slowly from your hips freeing your now engorged manhood.
My hands follow the decent of the leather down your thighs. As I stroke the hard flesh of your hips my hands slide around to grasp your rear cheeks pulling you against me as my tongue traces small patterns upon your chest. Licking upward I seek out and find your nipple and suckle it to a hard nub. Kissing my way across your chest I find its twin and suckle it in turn. The heat that pours off your body is incredible, branding me where it touches me.
Stepping back I finish sliding your leathers down to your ankles so you may step free from them. My hands trace up along the inside of your thighs as I return to stand, I hesitate, my face so close to the proud member standing before me, the part of you that gave me such pleasure before, waits throbbing in anticipation.
Sitting down upon my hunches I look up into your face, the desire there so vivid it hurts. I would give you pleasure in turn. I slowly decent upon the sweetness that stands waiting for attention slowly swirling my tongue around its tip. I hear your sharp intake of breath, your body tense and waiting. My tongue flicks the soft sensitive spot along the underside and you jump in my mouth as I engulf the head of your shaft, slowly seducing you. My hands reach up and gently massage the soft sac nestled below, now pressed up against your body, begging for release. I feel the pulsing of your life's blood through the engorged flesh I suckle.
Sucking greedily upon the flesh before me I look up, your eyes are closed the pleasure evident. I would please you in this manner but wish to kiss all of you. Sliding my lips along your shaft I kiss the tip as I move to stand.
"Lay down upon the bed Noire, I wish to love you".