Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[wildxfire]

antonio

My heart is heavy as I gaze at my true love, knowing in the coming battle, we may lose each other, and all that we have found together here.

I had come to this island to free her, and others such as she, my intentions were noble, despite my tactics I was forced to use.

Finding her as my true love was not intended, and indeed made going to battle more difficult, for fear of losing her....

"My beloved" I reply gently "Your pleasure is fulfillment enough for me, your gentle smile, my greatest reward. Tis not that my body does not ache for you, for that it can attest for itself. But my heart aches, for fear of losing you, and wishes me to protect you from harm. I would usurp my duties as a soldier, and take you from here, if you would but say yes"

I trace my fingertips across her high cheekbone, brushing her dark hair back, still damp from her heated pleasuring. Her darks eyes probe mine intensely, trying to touch my soul, and I open them for her to see, not afraid to let her in.

Indeed we have found a passion, unlike any I have experienced before, but there is more, much more....My offer to take her from this place is in earnest, despite the consequences it would mean for me. The despise of my family would be intense, to fail my father is a thing unheard of, till now.

With a tender kiss to her full lips, I pull her full body against mine, pressing myself to her, seeking her reassurance from her touch.

"We have become more than allies, in this war, and by all that is sacred to me, I swear I shall not lose you" I promise her "I will give my life before I see one dark hair harmed upon your sweet head"

In another time, another place, I would bow to her on bended knee, and ask for her hand. But now, in this land, I must be the soldier, and put my own cares aside, to serve the greater needs.

With a sob, I clench her body tightly to mine. "We will be fre" I promise her "And when we return to the land we choose, will be able to profess our love to all"

My body and soul is with her, but my mind drifts to that of soldierly duties. The care of Hawke's lady must be assured, and the release of the Black Raven...I think also of another man, who I once called friend, even blood brother, but is now my deadliest of enemies. It is he that is my greatest adversary, and the greatest danger to us all.

"Maria, my Maria, sweet flower of my life, give me the strength and foresight to do what is right" I implore of her, caressing her velvet skin, my body aching for her, my heart heavy.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

He must be the devil for his touch sets my body on fire. If he is such then I welcome the heat radiating between us. Would I risk all for this touch? Aye, I would sell my soul to this devil for just one more kiss.

His sun weathered lips against my own soft lips are gentle yet demanding. I feel my breasts straining against the thin fabric, seeking to be consumed by him. With fingers entwined in his hair, I press his mouth closer to mine. The fire in my chest grows more intense as it rages out of control, reaching down into the deepest places of my being. Our lips never parting, he guides me back slowly to his bed. His weight upon my delicate frame is not at all constrictive. In a mutual fury we begin stripping each other of clothing, needing to quench the flames burning within.

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

As my dearest Antonio holds me close and whispers his love for me, my heart leaps for joy. I hold him close to me, wanting to be part of him....but more so unwilling to let him go.

I listen as he speaks of leaving this place. Of going to a place where we can find fulfillment for our love. Oh, but that is so tempting! To live in a place, carefree, as lovers should. My heart, mind, and body stir at the thought. With eyes closed, I imagine what it could be like with my dearest Antonio - alone, together, basking in his love...

His lips are on mine, seeking my answer, yet wanting me to be still at the same time. I return his kisses with eager abandon, as my arms press him nearer to me.

Slowly I open my eyes....and I see before me the man of honor I had first fallen in love with. As I stroke his face, I know, deep down, he will never willingly forsake his duty and still be completely happy. I sigh heavily, for I know we may both be in danger. Gently brushing his lips with my own...

"Mi Antonio, if anything were to happen to you, I would simply not wish to live. You are what makes me complete and whole. But what makes you complete is your regard for duty. Without that, you would not be the man I love today, nor will you love me for having taken that from you."

My eyes, having welled up with tears, now allow them to run freely, as he gathers me in his arms and my tears fall upon his neck.

"No, Antonio, we must stay true to the course. There are others beyond us who are in need. We must stand by them. And we must both face our fears - together."

I pull away from him, to look deeply into his eyes....

"But know this, my dearest, should anything happen to you, stay your soul upon this earth, for I shall join you quickly. I would live for an eternity with you here on earth. But I will not live one minute more if you are not here to share it with me."

As I bring my lips to his, my kiss speaks of want, desire, sadness, and hope. Together, I know we can face our fears.....but shall we remain unscathed because of it?

 

[BLACK BART]

Black Bart

I had done what I have not done for nearly two decades, placed my trust in another, and exposed myself in a way that leaves me completely vulnerable. Aye, even as the great Captain Jeremiah Hawke’s first mate, I was but a loyal sailor and warrior. Always on guard for him and myself, a tempered piece of steel, willing to kill or defend our way of life.
With Clarrissa, it had become different; with a single thrust of her ever-sharp knife she could end my life. My attempt to defend myself would be none, accepting my death would be my choice, rather than harm her in any way. My decision to surrender myself, in body and soul was a weighty thing for me, a permanent choice in my life.
I had justified all that I had done in the past, as a means to protect and enrich our way of life, on Hawke Island. With my sweet ‘Rissa the need to protect her, and what she meant to me, was a greater reason than any I had before. In the middle of battle, with the blood lust upon me, I cared not for my own safety, listening only to the anger and desire to fight inside me. With the presence of such a lady as Clarrissa, I realized I must fight with my heart, soul and wits, to protect our love and lives.
Indeed, the Captain’s decision long ago, to accept me as his First Mate, was a weighty matter. Coming at a time when I had lost all that were dear to me, due to the treachery of one I had called brother, and best friend. To Jeremiah, I would remain true, but to Clarrissa I had given my heart and would lay down my life to save hers, if need be.


OOC: This will be as SW does so well, a two part post, due to my long windedness....

 

[BLACK BART]

As Clarrissa lowers her maidenhood upon me, the fires inside me respond, enflaming my desire for her body. “Aye, Rissa, If I held your heart long ago, that makes the bond we have now, that more steady” I growl gently in reply.
Her confession to me fuels that drives me now, making my heart soar, as my desire for her overcomes me. With my hands I reach up and cup her full breasts, teasing them to a greater hardness, as she begins to rock up and down on me, searching for a lovers rhythm. My hips begin to thrust upward, into her passion-covered tunnel, her wetness telling me of her desire for me. Her eyes are no longer the battle-hardened eyes, nor cloaked, lest I see her true hearts desire. Rather I look into a mirror, reflecting the love we have found, a bond that will surpass all distance and time. With a great moan of pleasure I arch my own body, instinctively position myself to thrust deeper into her, as we find our mutual tempo, and begin to drive each other towards our peaks.
My hands clasp her muscled buttocks, pulling her closer and deeper to my manhood with each thrust. My ears hear the sounds of her pleasure, sweet murmurs of encouragement, moans of pleasure coming from her lips, as I gaze at the wondrous sight of her atop me. Her stomach is pulled tight; each muscled defined, as are her ribs, beneath her silky skin. Her full, firm breasts sway with each thrust, a fine mist covering each from the combined heat of our bodies. Her head, thrown back in pleasure, reveals her long, graceful neck, from which such passionate sounds are created. On her face, I see an expression of passion, and fury, her eyes closed tightly as she rides me. Waves of pleasure ripple thru her body, driving the air from her sweet body, bringing a gasp and moan from her lips.

My own breath is labored, as mutual fury drives thru me, with each thrust bringing me near the brink. My muscles swell; my arms become corded, as if pulling the main sail rope for days, in the middle of a typhoon. Indeed it is a storm that I am in, a welcome fury that will soon make me weak, and release the passion I feel for the woman atop me. I too, show the efforts, my body becoming covered in it’s own water, driven from my skin from the fury beneath.

“Rissa, open your eyes, and gaze upon mine” I moan thru clenched lips, my desire to see inside her soul, suddenly as strong as my will to live. “Rissa, let me see the passion within the windows of your soul” I again implore her. Clarrissa slowly brings her head forward, her eyes opening slowly, her vision clouded in a fog of pleasure. With a shake of her head, she creates a halo with her long, auburn hair, driving the mist from her green eyes, now glowing from her inner passion.

“Yes, my love” she gasps “Tis near my time, and yours” Placing her hands on my chest, she leans forward, revealing the fullness of her breasts as she continues her rhythm. With a hiss of air into her lungs, she cries out, as I watch her reach her peak, and release, followed by my own cry and moan as I pump my seed into her. The exertion has weakened us, but not made us helpless, as I raise my hand from her derriere, and gently stroke her face. Gathering courage, I begin to follow thru with the decision I had made earlier, in the form of a question.

“Rissa, Tis not the custom of our isle, but my wish” I begin to ask her, as the door begins to sound from the fury of a fist, as if it was being driven thru it. Followed by a voice I recognize as that of Marcus, a excellent man of the sword, and fellow loyal seaman.
“He twould not be here, unless sent by our Captains, and only then under the greatest of danger” I surmise, speaking my beliefs to my love. With a nod of agreement, and a saddened expression, Clarrissa parts from me, releasing me as we stand and quickly draw clothing to our bodies. From my canvas bag, I draw a short and long sword, and without a shirt, travel her steps, three by three, coming to Clarrissa’s barred door. Casting the bolt aside, I wrench it open, my hand grasping the short sword, ready to strike, lest it be a trick.
“What in Poseidon’s cold tomb, possesses you to come to a Lady’s door in such manner” I growl at his surprised face. My suspicions become truth as he quickly gathers himself, used to seeing the fury in my battle face, if not so closely.
“Enter, my friend, and repeat for Lady Morgan, what you have told me” I ask him, bolting the solid, wooden door behind him as he accepts my bidding. Watching his face turn at the footsteps coming down the stairs, I turn and see my ‘Rissa, now dressed in her sea dwelling attire, and carrying my shirt and sea bag in one hand, The Lady of Death, in the other.
“Tis true then?” She queries, tossing me the shirt “We will need these?” The warrior in her returning, drawing her softened face into tense lines.
“Aye, Let Mark tell you all” I reply, drawing the shirt over myself, and reaching into the bag for my always present weapons.
As Mark repeats the words of Jeremiah, adding his own wise sight into them, I dress into my battle gear. Over my shirt I pull a fine woven chain mail, which had never failed me before, on top of which I place identical scabbards, crossing them to hold a set of matching long swords. About my lean hips, I tighten another belt, on which I hang my short sword, and The Lady.
“Tis true then, there is a threat on our isle, one which our King must reveal to us” I state to them “Tis time to use those skills, you hone each morn, aye Mark”
I turn and face my ‘Rissa, now transformed into the Clarrissa Morgan, I had known so long ago, and tell her. “ I would dare ask of you to stay her, safe, with young Stephen, not as an insult to your prowess as a warrior, but to Aleve the fear of losing you” At the blaze of her eyes upon me, I nod, already knowing her unspoken answer.
“Let us make haste, for fear we may be too late” I command of them, taking my rightful place as battle leader.

 

[wildxfire]

antonio

Duty, a four-letter word, but a powerful word to me, as my sweet Maria has pointed out. I pull her back to me, holding her firmly to my unclothed chest.

“We have no control of fate” I sadly tell her “It places us where it wishes, we can only give our best efforts to where we have been placed”

Her understanding of my honor, and our fate together, pulls at my heart. Her offer to end her life, if I should fail to live crushes my soul in its love.

“No my love, if I fail to come back to, do not extinguish your flame, rather find the life we have dreamed of, and live it, for both of us” I beg of her, my concern for her immortal soul and her very being in my words “As we must be strong here, on this forsaken isle, so must we strong without each other, for others depend us at all times”

My grief and anguish are in my words, coming from my heart, which beats so close to hers. “Feel you my heart” I query her “Tis your breath that makes it beat so, Tis your love that will always keep me near. For both our souls, you must promise to live each moment in time joyfully, full of glad repentance for the time we have had.”

My eyes have become wet, for the first time since I was but a babe, and I weep openly in front of her, unashamed. I cover her face with gentle kisses, as if memorizing each gentle curve and facet of it. My tears cover her cheeks in a gentle rain, as I beg of her the promise.

“If you believe my duty as a soldier is strong, then you must believe my love is even stronger, and I would forsake my duties to save you. You must give me your word, your sacred vow to me, that it will be so”

I hold her strongly in my grasp, intent on hearing her words of promise, before I released her. My eyes holding hers as I try to reach into her and bring forth her words.

 

[Guest]

Black Bart & Clarrissa-Intrusions

The feel of your heat sliding deep inside me sets my passions to flight. Removing the combs from my hair I allow the heavy mass to fall down my back. The pleasure from our bodies and the feel of our love is so intense I can't focus my thoughts, my head tips back as I ride each wave of pleasure. The ebb and flow of our rhythm carries us upon the tides of passion shared. Each move, each caress, sends ripples of pleasure coursing though me until I feel I would die from the pleasure of it.

The labors of my movement against you brings a fine sheen to my skin, the heat we have created between us could rival the fires of Hades. Your hands upon my hips pulling yourself deeper into my heat causes my muscles inside to clench against you, caressing the length of you inside me. I feel you swell inside me, we are both nearing our peaks.

I hear your sweet voice, the rich timber, asking me to open my eyes to you. You have gleaned what few do, my eyes show my true heart. Gathering my strength I open my eyes to you, shaking my head to clear my mind my hair cascades around us, a veil to seclude us from outside intrusions, our own world, a world created by lovers.

You watch my face intently as I watch yours, leaning forward my breast caress your chest, never breaking our stride we watch together as we each reach the summit of our passions, the love and caring mirrored upon our faces. The bond now between us can never be broken, we have given and shown all to each other, accepted each other as we are and loved each other despite our shortcomings.

Resting my chin upon your chest I listen to what you would ask of me, by body spent and languid against yours until the pounding intrudes upon our world.

Sitting up quickly I make haste to leave the bed, our world, and dress quickly donning my leathers, shirt and boots. You dress with equal fervor and are down the stairs before I have pulled on my boots. With unbridled speed I put my knives in place and thinking quickly I tuck another in my boot. Grabbing your bag and shirt I race down the stairs after you.

My fear has become reality and now we must face the evils that plague this isle. Listening to Marcus my stomach drops, I know this day will be long and hard.

I hear your word Noire but you know my answer to your request before you even make it, I could no more leave you than my own heart. "Nay Black you know I will guard your back as I always have, there is far more now to loose"

Making ready to leave, I gather my sword and reach into the entry closet for my thick leather jerkin.

Turning I call out "Stephan?", he steps from the shadows easily, always aware and always watchful. "Yes I know you heard all Stephan, you know what to do right?". His eyes are worried but he shows no fear, nodding he makes a sign of safe departure. I can't help it as I pull him to me and hug him tight, "Keep Angus with you and you know where to meet me." I kiss the top of his head as we part.

Following Marcus we make haste to head for the meeting hall.

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

As he holds me close, I do indeed feel his heart beating against my own. I reach up and gently stroke the cheeks now wet with tears, and I entwine my arms about his neck and cling to him as I feel his arms go about me.

"Oh, Antonio, I don't know how I should bear it, but I do promise you, mi amor, that should anything happen to you I will go on living. But, I cannot promise that my life would be as happy, for you are such a huge part of my heart. And how can one truly live with only a piece of their heart remaining?"

I release my grip, and look up at him, searching his eyes and finding only tenderness there.

"But for you I will promise, Antonio. I will promise that I will continue, that I will live, until such a time as I can join you. Ah...but let us not talk of such things, for you are strong and shall defeat the enemy at hand. And then we shall go to that place where we can live as we were meant to do. That is what I shall think on, my beloved, for that is what I know to be true!"

I draw his lips to mine, drinking of him deeply, wanting to keep him here always with me.....as he pulls away, he looks deep into my eyes...

"Si, mi amor. I know.....the time has come, the time for truth. Let us face it together, and face it bravely for we shall prevail!"

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

As if our lips have been welded together from the blistering heat of passion's inferno, our kiss grows stonger, hungrier as we tear at each others' clothing. The laces of Amanda's bodice part beneath my eager fingers even as those which bind my pants succumb to her.

Amanda's tongue is nimble, her teeth sharp as we exchange nips, her lips pressing, opening, sucking upon mine.

I draw her dress down her shoulders and off her arms as my mouth roams along her throat, lingering to tease those soft and secret places behind ear and jaw and beneath chin. Her flesh is pale as moonlight, yet feverish as the heart of the sun. I taste, savoring the sweetness of her skin, whose petal smoothness glides beneath my lips and hands.

My pants fall and I kick them off With scarce a pause while drawing Amanda's dress down until it joins them on the ground. For a moment, I hover above her, drinking in the glorious sight of her supple figure, the rising breasts faintly flushed, topped by puckered, eager nipples, the long, gradual slope of her belly leading to the lush foliage between her thighs wherein desire's fruit ripens.

Within me, the bonfire rages out of control as my cock stiffens, throbs. Yet, as I have begun to yearn to know this woman's mind and soul better, I also know the yen to taste all of her.

My lips move again to her throat, kissing, lightly nipping as my hands caresse her sides with just the lightest scratch of nails. I move to the base of her breasts, those globes rising proud as the mountains to the north, yet unveiled by mist. My lips and tongue flicker along a figure eight between and around them. Moving gradually upward, my kisses become moister, lightly sucking, interspersed with slow draws of my tongue, unexpected but gentle nips as the rise higher and higher. Even as my hands move slowly along the muscles of her flanks and thighs, the backs of my nails teasing at her belly.

My fingers slowly comb through her curly golden thatch thatch as my mouth finds her right nipple, proud and eager. I let my lips rest lightly upon it for a moment, then slowly sip her into my mouth, deeper and deeper as my fingers stroke the outer lips of her desire, feeling them moist with her own eagerness, swelling beneath my touch.

Pressing my lips around her nipple, into those nerves whose stimulation causes her to gasp, my thumb and forefinger find the base of Amanda's clitorial bud rising, swaying as the very heart of a flower. My tongue flickers over her nipple even as I suckle her, even as my fingers knead with agonizing slowness towards the small fleshy bulb so like unto the head of a penis and yet delightful all the more for its slick difference.

As my lips move down her right breast and towards the peak of her left, I lightly grasp the down betwixt Amanda's thighs and teasingly, but gently tug, letting my knuckles just brush her inner lips. The point of my tongue delves around Amanda's left nipple as her hands in my hair tangle, drawing me closer. Yet, I continue to tease with flickers of tongue, lips catching around the aureiole as I slowly, carefully pry apart the tender inner bloom of puss.

my finger teases its way just inside the moist, soft flesh...meeting no virginal resistance but instead a glorious tightness, I slowly worm my finger into her as I draw her nipple, and the top of Amanda's breast into my mouth, suckling deeply even as I probe into her, deeper, deeper, deeper, seeking that secret inner ruby which is the treasure women guard within the velvety halls of their womb's channel.

I find the spot and stroke slowly, pressing from time to time, feeling Amanda's inner muscles rippling as if velvet on steel, coated in honey, flowing over my hand. My lips with something of reluctance leave her breasts and begin meandering along her ribs, her belly, teasing her navel...for I have feasted upon the fruit of her lips, savored her succulent breasts and now would drink deeply of her womanly wine...

 

[wildxfire]

antonio

With Maria's promise to live, the ache in my heart is releived, I know her promise to me will not be broken.

The physical want for her is still with me, but a greater need is there also.

"Let us rise, my love, and care for ourselves" I say regretfully "The time for our good captain Hawke's reply is near, and we must care for his sister, lest she think of us as less then good host's. We must also draw our allies together, lest this battle becomes violent."

Stepping to the beach, where the waves have created a pool of warm water, I walk in, the waters carress washing the labors and loving of the day from my skin, refreshing me.

"Come, join me" I implore "The water is refreshing, a small pleasure that we can enjoy, together"

I watch you rise from the beach side, and walk towards me, my eyes and heart marveling at the sensual sway of your body, and how oblivious to it you seem.

We will be ready, when the time comes, to fight for our freedom, if necessary. Perhaps the trade of his sister will be enough to sway Captain Hawke to release us, and let us return to our homeland. If not, within the holds of Black Raven's ship there is a terror more deadly than even I wish to face......

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

I felt slightly embarrassed by Jeremiah's admiring gaze, but also desire. My body ached for more of his touch. Antonio had initiated my body into womanhood but I felt that Jeremiah would take me to newer lands of ecstacy. His hungry mouth traced my body with his kisses sending quivers of passion along his route. My breath caught in my throat as he reached my aching breasts. Lightning struck my body at the point of his impact.

His hands found my most intimate spot, with his mouth soon following. The storm raging within was almost more than I could bear as his tongue found my tender, ripe bud. the air in the room became so thick that I feared I would be unable to breathe. My body, racked with the shivers of my passion, responded immediately to his minstrations. the onslaught of orgasmic juices followed quickly.

Jeremiah's form slithered up the length of my body. Our lips met again to perform the ultimate dance of love. Our tongues rippled inside of each other's mouth as I savored my juices that laid upon his. A small moan escaped my lips as his member entered me. I felt completely filled as he slowly began to thrust the entire length of himself in and out of me.

 

[BLACK BART]

“We run, as the wild animals that inhabit the island with us do, sure footed, following hidden trails. As the morning sun rises, it exposes the beauty of the isle we are on, the land we call home. My thoughts are on Clarrissa’s plans for her ships, a dream that may become a needful reality, I think. As the fame of the Hawke’s gain strength in this world, so shall our need to become stronger, to protect our homes and way’s of living.
Glancing at her as we swiftly travel, I see the intense concentration in her face, a look I recognize on her, before battle. She glances at me, giving me a swift smile that transforms her face, then nods, her face returning to her own inner thoughts.

“Marcus” I jest “Tis my hope your sword is sharp, and ready for battle, I grow weary of dispatching our enemies by myself”

My jest brings a fierce look to his face, and a smile on his curled lips, for we both know he has lain to rest many of our foes, sending them to Poseidon’s watery graves.

The ground has been eaten quickly by our feet, and we arrive at the Hawke’s great hall once more. At Clarrissa’s and Mark’s urging we use caution upon entering, our weapons drawn, our eyes alert for sign of foes.

The great hall stands quiet, and empty, the remains of our celebrations already cleared, a sign that Jeremiah’s hand is still near and well, his orders to care for his home being followed. As we stride thru the large room, our footsteps echo from the rock floor and walls, filling it with an eery quality.

“Stay, and wait for me” I bid you both, I will find word of what commences, and also food, for the night has brought me great hunger, amidst all our labor”
I turn and stride towards the kitchen, the smells of fresh bread and meat growing strong as I near it’s doors, and spying a young kitchen wench, bid her to bring us sustenance. She bobs her head, her eyes growing large at my sudden appearance, a trace of fear in them.
“Be not afraid of me Kira” I tell her gently, knowing her from the time she came to Hawke island, as a small scared child, her family gone, killed by the great winds. “Tis only me, and I am here to protect you, not harm”
“Aye” She replies with a small worried smile “But things have the tinge of evil in our hall tonight, and many things are not as they seem, there are rumours of evil magic about”
Her words give me worry, as I ponder them, the meaning beginning to bring a dread of things past in my life. Life has a way of coming about full sail, could they perhaps have done so with mine, I brood as we continue to talk with her.

Returning to my friends, I carry a large tray of fresh bread, fish, meat and fruits, and a drink the Captain calls coffee.A foul tasting brew he say’s will be a permanent thing in each home, a claim I doubt, for the taste is that of bitter wood, burned and drawn thru water….
“We are to wait for the others, and our Captain Jeremiah” I tell your waiting faces “Let us break our fast together, for we will do no good in a weakened state”
I offer the food first to Clarrissa, then Marcus, before taking some of the large portions Kira has prepared for us. My thoughts returning to what she has said, and past events on our isle. All point to an evil I am sadly familiar with, and have sworn to destroy.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

Such fiery passion in a woman other than my sister have I never known. A veitible queen of sensuality, Amanda's body responds with each touch of hand and lip and bodies. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me towards her swollen sex, whose scent is maddening in its invitation.

I brush over her sensitive stem with my moustache and beard, teasing, hearing her gasp with the sensation. My lips follow, kissing along her outer lips, around in a slow circuit, then returning whence they came, my tongue flickering between the them and the even softer texture of her inner petals. I catch those morsels of desire whose juices are more heady than the finest mead, more stimulating than new wine fresh poured. Lightly sucking, I move along them, slowly, until I am at the very base of her clitoris. There, I slowly suck the length of her, drawing more and more of her into my mouth, until all of her quivering bud is within.

My hands move to cup her buttocks, fitting them perfectly within my palms as I raise her from the bed to my slake my thirst. Her gasps of pleasure drive me onward, to draw back the fleshy hood, to tease that hard round bud with the faintest, lightest of flickers of my tongue.

Deeply do I drink of her desire, drawing the lady ever higher towards her own personal paradise. Each draught sending shivers through my own body, and pooling in fire within the depths of my groin.

Amanda's body, ah such beauty as should belong to the angels themselves, arches towards her own heaven as if flying. Ere she candescend again, my lips move upwards, seeking hers, my throbbing cock laying against the moist kiss betwixt her thighs.

Our eyes meet and I do detect I believe, the flash of lightning reflected in my own, power and heat surging unbridled. Her legs part to wrap about me as the tip of my shaft teases at the entry to her soft and secret grotto.

Lips touch, part, and we join ina kiss of ravenous yearning. Tounges begin a dervish dance as if they must needs know each intimate trail between us. Her nails leave streaks of fire as unto those stars which betimes do race across the evening sky.

I slip slowly, very slowly into her, a bit at a time, a little more each time, feeling Amanda's inner muscles clinging, drawing, trying to pull me in yet deeper. The slickness of her juices is all that allows me to enter, for she is tight and strong.

Nearly am I fully within her, when I draw back 'til all but the very head of my prod rests within the grasp of her entry. Then, with a long, slow but sure and firm plunge I drive home my sword into her sheath which fits about me as of the finest scabbard, custom made.

I groan with my own pleasure at the feel of Amanda engulfing me, rippling about me...together we move, our rhythms matching. In and out we travel together a trail that for now only we share, a journey towards ecstasy.

Feeling Amanda's legs lock about my waist, I put one hand at her back, the other splayed beneath her tender, firm arse, my middle finger pressing at the dark rosette, clenched between buttocks flexing with eagerness.

Drawing her with me, I rise back, kneeling, holding her at the very tip of my cock until we are upright, then with earth's own gravity as described by Mr. Newton, I let her slide the length of my cock, our hips meeting in sweet collision as my middle finger, slick with Amanda's honey, slips into her anus. Holding her above the ground, we soar very higher, this English angel impaled upon the talon and rod of the Hawke.

And as we find again our rhythm, I realize I hold more than a body beauteous against me, her sleek belly writhing against the hard ridges of mine, her breasts pressed firmly into my deep chest...for even as I have entered her, I know in that moment, she has entered me in a place I have long guarded save for my sister. And found a niche that is hers and hers alone not for her loveliness of body, but for the steel beneath the satin that is her soul.

 

[sojournerwolf]

in the meantime

the physician leaves Monique in the care of the old man. After washing, he ventures into the great hall where he finds Black Bart, Clarrissa, and Mark. He dutifully reports that Monique is resting, that, aye, she will recover. There is awe in his voice as he tells them this, for what he has witnessed should not be possible. Mending of flesh before his very eyes, the straightening of a broken bone which, though as yet in need of yet more healing, no longer shows signs of gangrenous horror.

Within the infirmry, the old man's incantations have become a hoarse whisper, his limbs trembling with exertions none have seen save for their effects. He nods to the Spaniard, wary, for his own experience has taught him to be cautious of such. yet, this one has his adopted son's countenance, and that is sufficient for him. The old man moves to Monique's side and gently touches her face. When younger, he was not one to pay much heed to women, yet this one and certain others, have taught him respect and even admiration.

He whispers in his own tongue words of comfort.

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos

I smile as she speaks with an open heart and I wince at the obvious pain in her soul. "Monique you confuse me with spain and with the Catholics...I am neither inquistor or noble. I was a soldier and finaly a man in search of the new world. above all I NEED to be free. I admit I am Christian and I also admit I have drawn more than my fair share of blood. but I also admit that the Hawkes may have started out through the idea of freedom but now are enjoying the power with the same glee as the inquistors. They now belive that the ends justify the means and just as the jesuits do they force people to taste their way and drill into them that their way is better. If the choices are slavery or the way of the hawkes than I will stand alone." I listen to her words and am taken aback by the news that I will be a father. " I do not think you or your god are evil, nor do I think you are sick, you 'like myself' are a product of the world around us. but I fall in love with you not for the physical, not for lust but for the kindred spirit. You are truly free, you are a survivor and just as I feel my god speaks to me, your god favors you. you are like no woman I have met before and I cherish the moment the gods agreed to let us meet. I fear what will become of us for I cannot become a Hawke and I fear you would not leave them. I will stay with you if you wish it but I will not become a hawke or a slave.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

The storm is now a full force gale within me, my desire drenching us in windswept sheets. I am afraid of my feelings yet relishing in them at the same time. My emotions were completely exposed to the very man I have considered the devil. Nay, he cannot be the devil for he has ascended with me to the heavens. Our bodies soar through the white clouds with every movemnet of our lovemaking. My heart feels like it may burst at any second.

My legs are wrapped around his torso with my heels digging into the flesh of his buttocks. As I sit atop his lap I thrust my self onto his magical sword. I throw my head back, arching my back to press my bosoms closer to his solid chest. My vocal sounds of desire drift on the morning breeze.

When his fingers enter that virginal hole I scream out first in pain and then utter delight. His machinations fuel my already burning desire. As a woman possessed with some ferocious animal lust, I impale my body more rapidly on his manhood. His hands on my back aid me in my ultimate reward. His fingers grab my hair firmly, yet not painfully, at the moment our passions collide. My innermost muscles spasm against his erection as I climax. My sex so sensitive at that second, I could feel his seed erupt inside of me.

Perspiration from our actions mix together on our chest. looking deeply into his eyes, I say to him, "I love you, Jeremiah." I am immediately remorseful of my confession. I hold my breath awaiting a response, chiding myself for exposing my soul to this man.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

Ah, but Amanda is a veritible tigeress in her answering passion! Another of her station might but passively endure an antiseptic joining at best. Amanda rather gives as good as she gets, biting, clawing, thrusting herself down upon my cock as I thrust into her. Her moans mingle with my own as we lose ourselves in the thunder and lightning of our lovemaking.

Within me wells the pool of desire, bubbling as a cauldron, filling, rising. Her tight, moist channel ripples along the length of my cock, her anus clenching at the finger I have there. Her nipples spear my chest with eagerness as our bodies glow in a faint sheen of shared perspiration.

She arches with a cry of ecstasy I can hear only as if from a distance, for the strength of her release is such as it brings me up and over the edge of my own. Great spurts of white hot liquid heat fount from me into her, splashing, mingling with her own juices and running back along my shaft. Our bodies quake as of planets in their courses colliding.

I hold Amanda close, tight yet tender as we quiver together from the sheer violence of our mating, breathless. I remain within her, reluctant to withdraw, desiring nothing more than to hold this woman who is unlike any other of her kind with whom I have ever been acquainted. How is it that I, who have so long despised my own class, now find myself throwing caution to the winds, breaking my personal vow that I would only ever use and discard such women as pass through my days and nights, save my sister. For, in truth, within me is another fire, this less the bonfire of lusty vanities and more the warmth of hearth.

She looks in my eyes, and I can feel myself drowning there. The faint echoes of past alarms sound in my head and I know I should take myself away, save myself from the precipice upon which i teeter. I recall, when as a child, our family took holiday near the cliffs of Dover. One day, running up a rise, I came to such a cliff and beheld a vast vista before me of ocean, of horizon, of possibilities. I wept then, than I could not step forward and embrace it all, for it would mean my death.

Even as I look into her eyes, I know now I cannot turn back as I did years ago. There appears there an honesty and openness whose depths I cannot fathom. Again, the alarms sound, fainter still, that this could all be deception, that she might indeed be instrumental in my demise.

And of a sudden, there is an epiphany. I realize that I have come to a place in my life's journey where I must leave this road I travel, either to my doom or some other destination, I know not.

Yet, as she speaks words of love to me, I find myself yearning for that other destination...and her a part of it.

Gently, do I caress her face and smile as I see the wariness creep into her eyes, the self reproach for what she has said.

"Amanda, never fear to speak heart nor mind. Our kind, those who hold themselves as nobility, have too long hidden behind the artifices of stoicism."

I trace lightly at the faint scar upon her shoulder, lean forward to kiss it.

"'Sooth," I say softly, "you bear wounds of your own, within and without. And yes," I confess, "I have been responsible for some of those.

"You scarce know me, sweet lady, other than as the beast who has forcibly taken you prisoner, was ready to ravage and make sport of you. Yet, you speak to me of love. It is a wonder as great to me as that of what churns now within my own breast.

"How ist you can know you love me?"

There is nothing of mockery in my voice, no derision behind the words. Rather, I may learn from her and in that learning, find the keys that will unlock my own heart.

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: A Freewoman Slave

I hear the words of my love, my heart, Carlos De La Vega, and I know, deep within, that once more I am a slave. I have never been so free as when the Hawkes rescued me from the French master who owned me. Then I was owned only by myself. I owed much to the Hawkes, and all to the Goddess Oya, but my Self I alone posessed. Now, for the first time in love, I know once more I am owned by another. I can tell that he has also detected my secret thought, that he is to be a father. This again confirms his ownership, for none other than one who possessed my soul could read it so. Yet it is strange. Though I would stay with the Hawkes - friends and allies better than any other in the world - and though he detests them, I can tell he will stay true to me. That, in itself, implies he is bound to me. So I am mistress and slave - owner and property. As is my Carlos.

I shake my head and gaze deeply into his eyes. "Ah, mon amour, how will this work? We are a problem, non? So be it, monsieur... Carlos. I am yours. I ask you stay un moment. Learn us mon amour. Know us. Then we will decide what must be done. Et maintenant... Réveillez-vous et écoutez! There are things we must hear."

With that I allow the dreamstate around us to dissipate. I awaken immediately, being used to it. Carlos takes a little longer. I nod at the medicine man in thanks and respect. I have helped their people as often as I could, and in this he has more than repayed every debt earned. He has powers I do not, just as I have a connection he does not.

Now, however, I must see what was causing the draw I felt to reenter the physical realm. My body is healed, in that skin has formed over the gaps and tears where the fish bit me. However, I have lost blood and muscle. I am still weak and will be for quite a while. Already, I must rely on Carlos.

"Aidez-moi, aimé. Be my strength!"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

I see my own wariness reflected in his gaze and words to me. For all of our words that show our inner strength to the world, we are still beings who wish to love and be loved.

"You ask me how it is that I know I love thee, Jeremiah. As you know, I was betrothed to the vilest man alive. I did not see him for who he truly was, yet I still never loved him. I wanted him only in so much that he could provide the lifestyle to which I had become accustomed. In his eyes I only saw the riches he could offer. In your eyes I see so much more. I see a world that I have never known, a journey I have never travelled. My love for you is born out of respect, desire, and awe. Your causes are noble and I admire your strength and courage in wanting to right the wrongs of this world. I no longer see a man bent on revenge nor greed. Show me more of your wonderous life, Jeremiah, and I vow that I will show you my undying love, loyalty and passion." A wayward tear escapes my lashes as I await his reply, for I know now what I must do to prove my love to him.

I vow silently that I will risk my own safety to protect this man and my newfound love. For a reason unknown to me, I no longer fear being betrayed by him. Nay, I fear my betrayal of him.

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

Arising, I follow my love into the water, where we once more embrace. Unfortuately, time is running out, this even I can feel. And I can feel a heavy burden upon me......I know I shall be called upon to prove my love to Antonio.

As we care for each other's bodies, our desire grows once more, yet this time we both know that the desire within us must be saved.....to be used in another way.

As we finish and walk from the water, I turn to Antonio, and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Mi amor, know this. No matter what happens to either you or me, you are my heart's love. You have been, and always will be, the desire of my body, for no man can make me feel as you."

As a tear comes to my eye, Antonio bends his head as his lips crush against mine. All too soon, it is ended, and we are once again dressing hurriedly, realizing that time is of the essence.

I look to my love as he leads me to the place where I need to be...

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

Gently, I kiss away the tear from Amanda's eye. Her heart I feel beating against my chest. Her words echo within my mind and find response within my heart.

Words come to me then, differently than when they have come before in the night, when I could not rest but would find myself with pen in hand. I whisper them to her:

"What's love that we of it be mindful, sweets,
ist more than fleeting moths of moments snared
in sweaty, writhing passion 'twixt the sheets
mutual satisfaction sought an' shared?

Doth love require rather a sacrifice
of freedom's wings an' high held ambition;
our souls to pay the heart's tender stern price
in surrender of the self's volition?

Mayhap no more than illusion fragile
whose very transience does make us ache
our sense of mortality to beguile
by the plights of eternal faith we make.

These be but the cynic's faint hearted spiel
For me, our love, and thee, alone are real. "

I draw a deep breath, as I look into Amanda's eyes.

"Beloved of my heart, for so you are to me, Amanda. I understand it not, how this may be under these circumstances, yet know it to be true with every fiber of my being. Your vow do I accept to cherish as treasure beyond mere coin or gem. And so I likewise vow to you, to love without ceasing with my every fiber of being 'til I breathe no more.

"Know this, my lady. It is not an easy life I lead, and that journey may yet take me to places and situations where danger abounds. Yet, ever will I strive to come back to you. And as it is within my power, you shall not know want should you tie your fortunes to mine. My course shall ever be to seek justice for those whom others would deprive, yet you also shall share in that for no longer is it my sole aim; love for you now has its part in my soul and heart."

Gently, I lay Amanda back onto the bed. With gentle kiss and tender caress we explore in new wonder each others bodies where late we did with fiery passion roam. Yet our lovemaking is no less intense when we do partake of each other as might young virgins both come to their wedding bed, but has an intimacy that flows into our very beings.

 

[Clarrissa]

In the Meeting Hall

My thoughts betray me as we make haste, Black sees them in my eyes, I try to hide them with a smile but he knows me now all to well. This day will be long, I pray we see it through safely.
Carried upon the morning breeze we make our way swiftly to the meeting hall without incident. Thankful for Marcus's company I know we could have disswaded any mischief should it have reared its ugly head.

Taking a mug of the steaming liquid I sip it gingerly, the taste is bitter but refreshing. I take up a slice of mellon and begin pacing the hall as I am prone to do, the waiting and not knowing is the worst of it. My fingers will not be still as I finish the mellon I start playing with the dagger at my waist.

The ancient shaman enters and tells us of Monique. I am thankful she will live and be well, My heart ackes that I could not have been there for her as she has been so many times for me. This night has been one of much revelation.

My thoughts wander and it comes to rest upon my Lady Captain. Turning to Black "Where do you suppose my Lady Captain is?"

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

I listen as Jeremiah professes his love to me. Knowing all that I do of him him now, I feel that he will not betray me as the others. If he is nothing else, he is loyal to those he loves.

He touches me again, and it is a familiar touch yet still sends my body to quivering. Our passion smolders between us. His lovemaking is so sweet and tender this second time, as if he longs to show me the depth and breadth of his love. As he gently enters me, I trail kisses along his chest. His slow purposeful thrusts are matched by my own. We continue our actions for what seemed like eternity yet also like a fleeting second before we are satiated. His mouth draws me in for a deeply emotional kiss; one that says more than any words are able to express.

He rolls off of me and holds me tightly in his steely arms. Even though I wish to spend the rest of my life in this exact moment I realize that he has other tasks to attend.

"Jeremiah, now is the time that you must bid me farewell for a little while. You must meet with the others to free your sister," I know that he is hesitant to leave but I also see the urgent need within him. "I shall take you up on offer of bath and hospitality. You go now and complete your mission." I do not promise him that I will wait here for him. I wish not to lie to my love, for I too have a mission that needs completion.

I pull the sheets about my bosom as I watch him dress. I close my eyes to feign exhaustion. I feel his tender kisses on my eyelids and hear is parting words. When I am certain that he has gone from the room I rise and quickly don my breeches and blouse. I set out in my search for Antonio.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

We are quiet for some time after making love. Amanda is soft and warm in my arms, her body pressed to mine. would that the world might in its turnings slow even for a little while. Yet, it is not given to mere mortals to change the course of the cosmos.

At last I sigh and say, "Aye, Amanda my love, I do need to be about the business of this day."

With a gentle kiss, I rise and refresh myself, don fresh clothing. the dispatch pouch I sling about my shoulder, then go to kneel at theside of the bed and smile at my lady love.

She slumbers sweetly, this angel. I take the trays the guard has left outside and place them quitely within my rooms. A quick note I pen:

Beloved Amanda,

I know not by what time I might return this day. I pray you, ift possible, stay here within this place, sending for such as you might need. If perchance you must leave, please take the guard and Heracles the hound with you to guard you.

Your safety is most precious to me.

I love you.

Jeremiah

With a last tender kiss upon Amanda's eyelids, I slip away, giving orders to the guard that he is to be at her disposal this day.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke, part II

I stride across the courtyard to the Great Hall. Outside, my foster father waits, squatting by the doorway as is his wont. I smile as I see him and we embrace. He observes drily, in the tribal tongue, that this woman with whom I am in love must indeed be something special.

Though I have not mentioned Amanda, I smile at his perception and tell him she is indeed.

He tells me of Monique and de la Vega, cautioning me to not over tire them as their bodies finish mending. I tell him of what I suspect has occurred with Elizabeth and my apprehnsions about trouble on the island. He listens impassively save when I mention the rumors spoken to me by the Spanish princess of a magician of seth. It is then his face grows grim indeed.

Rather than I telling him what I would request, he tells me what I need. I listen, for this man who has lived more than four score decades has a sagicity I have come to respect. I agree with him, make some suggestions of my own towhich he agrees.

My foster father says he will wait here while I conduct the business within. I am about to take my leave when he removes an amulet from his pouch and places it around my neck, cautioning me not to remove it. No jewel or medallion this, but appears to be made of twig and bark, grass and snakeskin, and a small feather. I thank him and enter the Great Hall.

I first make my way to the infirmary, where Monique and the Captain rest. It takes no great powers of observation to see that there is something vivid and deep between them.

I ask Monique how she feels. I hate as hell to make the request of her I feel I must, that she attend the meeting I have called, for she looks drawn and pained.

"It touches upon threat to our home, Monique. And, most specifically, Elizabeth."

I know de la Vega can hear me, so I say naught else beyond this as I await her answer.