Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[Inkubus]

Carlos de la Vega

To hold her is like trying to hold a storm. In my life I have never tasted such carnal intesity. It is pain and pleasure all at once. It is sweet torture and she is unbrideling passions within me that have been buried by pain, and repsonsibility. for now there is only her and this world of passion and sensuality. I cry out grabing her tighter urging her on faster and faster.

 

[wildxfire]

Antonio

The feel of her passionate lips on my manhood ignite me, boiling the core of me, as magma does to it's own volcano...

The sight of this lady, no, this sexual creature brings the magma near the brink of eruption, the pressure and heat rising to the brink of my manhood.

Where once stoud a proud, unbending Lady, kneels an impassioned woman, thinking to give only pleasure to another, so very different than the Lady that began the long, sea journey.

"No, my wildflower" I speak with a soft groan "You are not the same child I met, only hours ago, but a much greater wiser, more passionate woman"

I throw my head backwards, my hips moving slowly, responing to her rhythm of love, as my resistance is overcome, the magma spilling from me, changing to hot lava, as I erupt.

The lava has gone, but the heat is still with me, as I collapse to my knees, facing her, my arms around her. "Let me now, give you the pleasure" I ask gently, wishing to return the sweet gift she had bestowed on me.

Her face is curious, but trusting, as I lower her onto her back ever so slowly, gently, pressing the inside of her velvet skinned thighs apart, giving me access to her womanhood.

I kiss her lips, tasting myself and her, then lower my head, trailing kisses until I find her vulva, and begin my worship of her.
With each trail of my tongue, with each kiss, I silently thank her, bringing small whimpers and gasps to her lips, as I delve deeper into her, searching for her pleasure center, wishing only to feel her reward for my efforts, her moans become loader and sweeter to my ears.

I find her sweet button, and circle it with my tongue, teasing, flicking it, then gently suckle it, tasting her sweet nectar as she responds to my worship of her.

 

[Sampson]

Ohh hell yes

1st off i am a horrable speller


I have been waiting for a opportunity to do some thing like this for 4 years( when i started my illustrious and star spangeled RPGing carrear)!!!

I could see me as the women chaseing drunkard 1st mate or some were up there in the chain of command

well i am very hyped about this so let me know yeah or neigh to what ever

 

[BLACK BART]

Her gentle act of undressing me, brings a strange sensation to me, one of peace, the feeling of being able to trust and relax someone, and not be on guard each moment.

“Aye, Rissa, we will lay down” I gaze into her eyes and reply teasingly, as she stands in front of me “Twill be as equals, You are well dressed, me thinks, perhaps too well dressed to give and receive pleasure in this bed”
With the small finger of each hand I hook her chemise, and tug gently, raising my eyebrow in mock question, as she raises her slender arms in surrender and I liften the silken undergown off her lucious figure. With a flick of my wrist I toss the fine fabric into the air, and we watch as children watch a snowflake the seesaw motion of it falling to the ground. With a laugh I pull her with me as I fall backwards on her bed, wrapping my arms around her, pressing her full bosum to mine and covering her lips with mine.

With a smile I break the kiss, and loosen my arms, looking up at her. “Grant an old sailor one wish, me matey” I request teasingly “Let me give as well as receive in this love, for I am at your mercy and would gladly die in your arms”

Clarrissa slowly rises, her thighs straddling mine, the feel of her center warm against my raging need, and with a mock battle snarl replies gently “But twill be a slow, heated death, one from which you will rise again”

With my hands carressing her firm breasts, my thumbs gently teasing her nipples into hard nubs, I tell her huskily “Then have your way, for you have my heart as well as my body”

Her face is shining radiantly, full of love, her eyes meet mine holding them with their intensity and she replies, seriously, to me…..

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: The Calm After The Storm

My pounding continues for minutes, de la Vega's hands on me driving me even deeper into carnal lust. Then, as I feel his cock twitch deep within the walls of my vagina, I tense. My nipples grow suddenly harder, like rocks. My muscles tense, tremor. His cock erupts within me and sets me free. My howl becomes more wolven as I cry in complete orgasm. Power erupts like a tidal wave upon the short. Visions cascade through my mind. Blistering pleasure and pain sears my entire body. I feel my own body pulse and flow. I am water and air. The storm alive. I am passion. I am pain. I am woman.

I collapse on de la Vega's body as tiredness washes over me. My panting mouth closes momentarily to suck hard on his neck, biting slightly as a beast in ownership. I collapse, exhausted. And the last thing I feel, as my soul goes numb, is a stirring of juices within. In that, I know what is to happen. I am too tired to object. As you wish, my goddess, I think as I fall asleep.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

As my lips suck the length of him, Antonio thrusts his hips up to my mouth. I can feel him throbbing inside of me, more of his nectar flowing down the back of my throat. The taste of him on my tongue brings me to another climax, my own hips thrusting up and down upon the earth below my body. The pulsing of his manhood increasing and he empties his load into my mouth as I swallow all of it. It burns the back of my mouth all the way down to the deepest recesses of my body.

After he regains his composure he informs me that he wishes to return my love. His mouth slips down between my weakened legs. The feel of his hot breath on my intimate spot forces me to gasp. My arms reach out beside my body and I grasp the blanket, clenching the fabric, for I am unable to control the sheer ecstacy his ministrations is causing. My hips buck and squeals of delight escape my mouth as his tongue delves inside of me, swirling, twisting, diving. Higher and higher I float above the earth. I am flying on a cloud over the deep blue ocean, when my release overcomes me.

He body glides back up to my mouth, his movements as smooth and graceful as a tiger seeking out its prey. I could not have dreamed over a more adequate lover for my initiation into womanhood. "Thank you, Antonio, for introducing me to the pleasures of the flesh," I whisper into his ears. I close my eyes and nod off to sleep for just a few minutes.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

This Inez's words fill me with foreboding. They are cloaked in enigmatic statements that seem to teeter between the demonic and the insane. Yet I have learned to never dismiss out of hand anything that might warn of threat.

I look out the window, where dawn is beginning to unfurl its scarlet carpet over the mountains to the east.

Regarding my guest for a moment, I come to several decisions.

"Princess Inez," I say, for until proven otherwise I will continue to address her by this, if for no other reason than it might help her feel more comfortable. "i doubt my officers will be up and about for some time. I am going to have you taken to quarters more fitted to your station, to rest. Later, I will send for you again so that we might further discuss these matters."

Turning to the guard, I instruct him to take her to the special quest quarters, the ones where prisoners who might offer great ransoms or the occasional actually honored visitor to our isle are kept. The lady Amanda was escorted to just such quarters, and I am wondering where my messenger is that I dispatched to check on her.

After the guard has escorted Inez from the hall, I sit brooding, scratching Heracles behind the ears. I find much in what she has said disturbing. Though no credulous nor supersititious fool, I have witnessed things, particularly since Monique joined our crew that has caused me to consider that there are things we call magical which are perhaps as natural as the air and water and earth, yet remain just beyond human understanding.

I also know, from what Monique has told me, that there are masters of illusion, able to mold the will of many, make them see and think and feel and do things they might not otherwise through the use of narcotic potions and the smoke of certain herbs, or even through certain arcane skills that have naught to do with magic but a knowledge of the mind only few share.

I send for the pages to be wakened. As they are dressing and snatching quick breakfasts, I pen several missives, summoning my officers and my sister to a meeting at noon here in the great hall.

The pages assemble, fine lads and lasses all, children who were enslaved in their tribal lands and sent in those horrid slaver ships that happened to fall into the hands of my sister or myself. Adult slaves I have ever given the choice of joining us as freed people or else returning to their homelands, often with at least some gold whereby to begin new lives. Regularly we send off under the command of lesser officers two spanish galleons we captured and use for no other purpose. Orphans, I allow to stay with us, until such time as they reach an age where they can decide what life they might wish to lead. They, too, are provided for.

The slavers, without exception, I kill on the spot and sink their stinking ships.

I send messages to Black Bart, Clarrissa, Monique, and my sister, bidding they meet with me for luncheon at noon that we might discuss these rumors of threats, and my own knowledge of spies among us.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke--again

OOC: realizing how long my last post was, I thought to break it up a bit.

IC: My mood is bleak. The words about the Catholic Church haunt me. True, I have declared war upon it, for its treatment of me when I fell into the hands of its inquistion, and for its own involvement in the slave trade, both passively and actively.

Very well, I decide, perhaps it is time to indulge in a bit of revenge upon the Church however I might take it. I consider whether I wish to send for the priest or the young nun. I decide upon the nun.

I call another page and send her with a message to my guards to fetch the nun to the small chapel, one set up as if it were indeed a holy place rather than the larger profane one. Then, after a suitable time, I betake myself to the place. to find her already there and alone, save for a guard inside the door. I bid him wait outside.

 

[THEBRAT]

The Black Raven

Very well Hawke I will come when you wish to speak to me again.

There is one other person that knows of my true reason for being here on Hawke Island and I will not betray them.

If my Brother acknowledes me I will be surprised it's because of me that he is your First Mate!

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Sister Therese

The creak of the door opening jolts me and I sit bolt upright, blinking. My head feels as though it is full of cobwebs, and my thoughts are slow and jumbled. I must have fallen asleep. Fragments of a dream chase each other through my brain, but I cannot recall them. I only have an image: a large black bird, swooping down on me. A crow? A raven? What does it matter? It is gone.

Two large men step into the hut. One of them says in a low, harsh voice, “Come with us, Sister.”

My heart jumps into my throat and my entire body begins to shake. “What – what is it?” My voice is barely audible. I know what it is, of course. The captain has remembered me.

“Just come with us,” says the other guard. “We can do this easy or we can do this hard, Sister. It matters not to me.”

“Very well.” I rise from the bed and cross the floor to face them. As frightened as I am, I have no desire to be thrown over this brute’s shoulder and carried like a sack of meal. At least I can maintain some scrap of dignity.

They each take an arm and lead me out of the hut. On the way out I see Patrick standing to the side. Our eyes meet and his face reddens. I try to hold his gaze, but he looks away. Then the guards tug on my arms and I leave him behind.

We walk on for a few minutes until we arrive at a small building. The guards open the door and drag me inside, then release my arms. They stand together by the door, talking to each other in low tones, then one of them nods and steps outside. The other one stands by the door, watching me.

I stand in the center of the room, looking all around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The room is lit by dozens of candles crammed into every available niche. On one side I see a wooden stand that resembles a lectern, and behind me are a few chairs arranged neatly in rows.

I turn to the guard by the door. “What is this place?”

He shrugs. “The chapel,” he says, as if I should have known that already. I nod and turn away again, thinking hard. A chapel? Ah yes, now I remember: Captain Hawke mentioned a chapel before we departed the ship. I remember the excitement I felt at the prospect of bringing salvation to his crew. How easily were my innocent illusions shattered! But what is a chapel doing here, among these barbarians? What little I have seen of their ways suggests that religion is held in very low esteem on this wretched isle. I puzzle over this for a moment, then decide that it is not so important. Instead, I close my eyes and begin praying for the strength to endure whatever is to come.

Suddenly the door opens behind me. I turn around, and my breath catches in my throat as I see none other than Captain Hawke himself stepping into the chapel. He speaks to the guard, who immediately leaves, shutting the door behind him. Now I am alone with the man. Once again I feel his aura of cruel, arrogant power.

I take a step backward, even though I know escape is impossible. “Good evening, monsieur,” I say, fighting hard to keep the tremor out of my voice.

 

[THEBRAT]

The Black Raven

As I settle into my new accomidations of luxury that I've not known in many years.

I try to restablish my mind thought with the pure nun but it is impossible she is no longer in her cell she most have been taken to the Chapel.

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos

The pent up frustration of years is released. I had tasted physical love before but never had I tasted raw carnal ectsasy. I dont know how much time we spent in the sweet torture of the storm but never had I tasted release,never had I tasted such joy as to touch the face of deliurium. As She bit me I succumbed to the bliss that washed over me..she curled up in my arms and for the first time I notticed the eye patch and the scar. She was actually very beautiful...she must have been awe inspiring before the scar. Now she was a beautiful that reflected the wilderness in her heart. I was lost in her breathing. I gently ran my finger across her scar and wondered what would happen when we returned..there was a magic in her i did not want to deny in my life, but I could not agree with views even as she could not agree with mine...my head was swimming as I shook it slightly the world wavered. I was wounded, exhausted and spent. I smiled at the irony ...the world went black.

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: To Sleep Perchance To Dream

Dreams came as I slept. Things which I knew must be. Yet as these happen, I know they show the shadowed truth of the future. Sometimes this is in accurate depiction, sometimes in metaphor, but never is the complete scene revealed.

I swim a dark and turbulent river. Fish swim around me, and nibble softly on my naked body.

Black Bart stads in the midst of battle. Lightning storms through the night about him. Yet he is not the man I share my bed with; he is a woman.

I stand upon a ship with a mallato child suckling me. But where is the father? Where is my captain?

Bodies lie dead and dying on the red-stained sands of Hawke Bay. A man laughs a malevolent laugh.

And before I wake, the last dream is a scene of me, in the cave, talking to Carlos. This, at least, I know I must do.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

"Good evening, sister...Therese, is it not?"

I study her by the glow of the candles. Her face is pale, I can see the wariness there. Yet, there is also something of strength. Good. I like a challenge.

My gall at her Church is a bitter vintage, one I have drunk deeply of and oft. In my own way, have I struck over and over at that bloated monster. And will do so again, for the debt of vengance owed there accumulates an usurer's interest.

The silence hangs between us, palpable as we each take the others's measure. I stroll among the candles, inspecting them, gratified they are fresh and well trimmed as I have made a perpetual order, one that, even should I die, will be carried out.

Looking out at the early dawn brightening the stained glass windows, bringing into bold relief the pictures of men and women in chains with beeseeching hands raised to a robed figure whose back is to them, I am reminded of this personal mission of mine.

Without looking at her, I say, "You seem surprised to find such a place as this here. Why?"

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Sister Therese

Captain Hawke strides about the chapel with an ease and familiarity that I would not have expected from such as him. It takes all my willpower just to stand still, because my nerves are screaming for me to move as far away from him as possible. I watch him head over to the stained glass windows and stand there for a long moment, his back to me.

This gives me an opportunity to study the fine craftsmanship and detail of the windows. They are as lovely as anything I have seen back home in France, but they are also very unusual. Stained glass windows always tell a story. Where I come from, they tell the story of a saint or an episode in the Bible. But I cannot comprehend the tale that these windows tell. Why are these chained men and women pleading for help? If I were anywhere else but here, I would assume that these were ordinary folk, bound in the chains of sin and pleading for redemption. But the robed figure with his back to the supplicants doesn’t fit with that interpretation. As I study the scenes it becomes clear to me that they convey some sort of anti-religious message. This surprises me at first, but then I remember that I am on this man’s island, and everything here serves his purpose.

Finally he speaks, jarring me from my reverie. "You seem surprised to find such a place as this here. Why?" His back is still to me.

I swallow hard and force myself to stand as straight and tall as possible. “To be honest, yes,” I reply. “I am surprised to find this place here, especially after some of the … conduct I have witnessed. I must speak plainly, Captain. You and your people rob, kill, and commit acts of carnality. Your way of life does not seem particularly compatible with religious devotion.”

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

My lips form a thin smile as Sister Therese says, "“I am surprised to find this place here, especially after some of the … conduct I have witnessed. I must speak plainly, Captain. You and your people rob, kill, and commit acts of carnality. Your way of life does not seem particularly compatible with religious devotion.”

Aye, she has spirit, this little nun to so beard the lion in his den. Yet, there is a fleeting moment of saddness as well. I dismiss it quickly as the feelings I often feel touch upon me when I look upon the window, for I've no wish to consider it might have any other genesis.

"Indeed," I murmur, then turn to look at her. "Mayhap if I wore crown or mitre another tale might be told?

"Speaking of stories," I continue, "what think you of that?" I gesture to the window where the colors of the people: brown and gold, black and copper have become more pronounced, and the robed figures's cloak glows with the scarlet of a cardinal.

"What story read you there?"

 

[Diamondnrough]

Crystal LaPierre

Captain Hawke has left, and I rise quickly, they have placed guards and dogs to prevent harm from the outside, forgetting the threat from the inside....

I quietly rise, making no noise, as a warrior of the Seth clan has been trained and able to do since childhood, strike the Lady Hawke a blow, driving her from blissful sleep into unconciousness.
Tearing sheets into shreds I bind her securely, gagging her vile mouth that had used me so lately, and lifting her I move her to a unbarred window. With a whistle, like that of the wind, I signal to those below I am ready for them, and reach for the rope that is lowered to me.
Tying it around my bound, nude captive we lower her to the ground, then repeat the process for myself, escaping quietly, undetected, heading for the safety of our evil female Captain's ship, the Raven.
My mission has just begun, and I change into the clothes of a Seth warrior, skilled in the art of illusion and killing, my green and black outfit blending me into the dark of the night as I serve my Seth princess, the bloodthirsty and ruthless master of deception, the Black Raven.....................

 

[wildxfire]

I stand, looking down at Amanda's beautiful sleeping form, then with a wave of a hand, I am dressed, into the familiar black outfit, worn by a Seth warrior and magician of the highest level.
Pressing a note into her sleeping hand, that will explain to her what to do, I step to a chest and don the weapons of an assassin, reveiwing the orders I have been given almost a year ago by my evil female Captain.
Already her legion of death has left her ship, the Raven and is quietly approaching the unsuspecting village and castle of the arrogant Hawkes
Already she is deep in their midst, posing as a ally, their mistrust of her almost gone, their foolishness will be their death.
With a wave of my hand, I dissapear in a white haze, transporting myself to the peak of the castle, lowering a rope at the signal, freeing my sister, and making Jeremiah's our captive.

I watch with a sigh, the slight figure of my sister escaping to her freedom, knowing she now take care of herself in her true guise as a Seth warrior.

With another wave of my hand, I form myself back into the young guard, and slide down the rope, taking the path to Clarrissa's home. With Seth's blessing, I will kill Black Bart, as I deliver Hawke's message to him, eliminating the foolish Captain's most faithfull and greatest ally. Then I will rape the love stricken wench Clarrissa as my reward, before sending her to her grave.

I approach Clarrissa's gate quietly, then bang on her door loudly, raising my voice to them.

"Your Captains need you, my lords, they require a meeting with you both, tis most urgent they say..."

 

[Azerin]

Mark

I walk out of my cabin into dawning daylight, to get a breath of fresh air, and to continue my daily viewing of the sunrise. The sun is not quite visible over the horizon yet, but the sky and the clouds is already starting to glow a hazy red. In minutes, the sun's tip slowly emerged from the horizon, glowing green. but that only lasted for a moment, as the sun completely rose up from the sea, like a pheonix, rising from the ashes.

Bathing in the first light of dawn, I take out my rapier, and practice some thrusts and lunges against a dummy, hanging on a tree, swaying in the wind.

After this daily habit, i slowly observing my suroundings, and noticeing the only other person in view, knocking oh Clarrissa's door off in a distance. Since i'm always one of the first to be up, i know not many people stray from their homes at this early hour, I curiously jog down towards him. As i get closer, i can see that he is wearing a cloak, comthing not seen too often on the hot and humid island.

"G'morning, may I know what are you doing here at this hour?" i inquire.

 

[wildxfire]

I turn and face the young man approaching me, rapier drawn, the recent exertions of his morning exercise still evident by the sweat on his brow....

"Put away your sword" I tell him in an emperious voice "I am on business for Captain Hawke himself, on his personal order to bring the first mates Clarrissa and Black Bart to him as soon as possible"

The young mans face is confused, his actions unsure as he tries to reason out my command, I have no fear of him, even with his rapier drawn I can send him to Seth's graveyard with a single thought.....

"Come let us wait together for them, I have brought a robe in case I must stay the night" I invite him, then in jest continue "We have all heard the tales of Black Bart's manhood....it may be a day and a night before he is satisfied, and I have orders to wait until he returns with me"

 

[Azerin]

Mark

Raising an eye brow, but slightly more at ease, I reply: "Oh... i'm sorry. just being careful, you know... anyways, i need to go talk to Capt. Hawke about something... have a good day"
As i leave, still suspicious, i think about the day ahead, and wonder why Jeremiah needs Clarrissa and Bart at this time of day.

Upon arriving at Hawke Hall, i notice a woman that i haven seen before. but the guards appears to be at ease, so i guess she is just his guest. but appearantly the Capt. isnt' here...
"Good morning people... anyone know where is the capt'n?"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

My body gently stirs to consciousness as I reach out my hand in search of his lithe form. I am rewarded only by the feel of dirt between my fingers. Antonio is no longer next to me. I peer to my right and notice a small slip of white paper with instructions scrawled on it. I memorizeethe words and smile at the mention of our love making -- fond memories flooding my senses.

I have no time to relish in the wake of our passion for my lover has specific tasks for me to perform. I find the chest with the sparse clothing. Slipping into the cool water, the remants of our love making is washed away from my body but not from my soul. I don a pair of breeches and a white shirt with frilly lapels and cuffs. Once I am dressed, I find my way out of the our hidden love nest to seek out Jeremiah.

"Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned," I chuckle while I slip into the remaining shadows.

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

When we have finished our repast, the good Padre sleeps the sleep of the contented. But I find myself restless and fully awake. I pace the floor not knowing these feelings deep within me or where they come from.

From the mists of my mind, a voice comes to me...

"Prepare yourself, Maria, your time awaits."

Striding confidently to a chest, I open it to discover a wonderous array of clothing at my disposal. Taking great care, but moving swiftly, I dress myself in the deepest scarlet - the color of blood - for surely there will be some spilled this night. As the dress covers my form, I look to the mirror to see that the scarlet velvet and black lace perfectly accentuate every curve. My breasts heaving, almost spilling over the top of the dress, are indeed tantilizing. I quickly dress my hair, and slip into shoes of softest leather.

Kissing the dear Padre awake, I warn him that now is the time. He must get dressed and meet the others.

I clutch a black cloak about my shoulders, and raise the hood well over my head. As I step towards the invisible portal, it shimmers and then opens for me.

I have no awareness of where I should be going.....but my feet know their master's call. I begin to hurry towards the place where the black-hearted evil one is indeed enjoying himself. It is there my master waits.....it is there my task awaits....

 

[wildxfire]

With the presence of the Hawke warrior I must leave Clarrissa's home, and withdraw to the hidden location of our ship....

Already I can feel my allies coming to me as I call them....

I find a small orpan boy, eager to make a quick douboon, and give him a message to carry....the message is in spanish, addressed to Jeremiah Hawke, an invitation for battle so to speak.....

As the young boy scampers off, I continue my journey, arriving at the ship only moments before Maria arrives in the fog.....

"We will do battle yet, Black Bart" I promise myself "La Libertad Es En Vida"

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

Moving quickly and soundlessly through the fog, it is as though I am protected from all elements around me. I care not for the dampness that seeps through the cloak. My master awaits, and I must quickly meet him.

Through the fog I see the ship, and then I see him, my love, my master, awaiting me. I run the last few steps to him, the hood of my cloak slipping down my back, as I rush into his arms.

"La libertad es en vida, mi amour!"

Pressing my lips to his, I drink of his sweetness....