Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

OOC:

Welcome aboard, Sharkie58! Been looking forward to you joining us. Hope you have a blast with the priest and the interactions with the other characters.

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

My breath came in a sharp gasp as Black tore my shirt from my body exposing my breasts for all to see. My nipples hardend before his mouth ever decended upon me.

Feeling his mouth upon me,his teeth teasing my nipples, his hot tongue upon my body creating waves of desire that radiate from my loins, I arch against him concious of my own response to his demand. All I can do is feel, my body answers of it's own accord. The feel of wine coursing down against my chest into my breeches and farther down to the heat between my legs causes me to gasp again, shuddering at the pleasure of the cool wine against the fires being stoked at the juncture of my thighs.

Threading my fingers in the long back hair I pull his head keeping it at my breats. Momentariliy stunned I freeze as he swings me around and lays my taught body upon the table. Never before had I been so on display. My heart pounds as I struggle to breath his mouth finding each spot that fans the flames he has already created.

I shudder as his mouth finds my navel. His hands moving to the lacing of my breeches. I hear his words, ". . a well guarded port", my mind reels. Lifting my head I look down following with my eyes his decent upon my body and the responces he hase evoked.
"Tell me Black", my breath coming in labored gasps,"do you plan on taking me here on this table for all to see?"

 

[Diamondnrough]

Crystal LaPierre

I am laying on the bed, my thoughts on what it must be like with a man, when the subject of my daydream suddenly enters, preceded by his sister.
I raise myself from the bed, and stand, my hands clasped behind my back, waiting for thier approval....
At the Captain's greeting I reply, "Good day, senorita, senor, I hope you are well" Then hold my breath as he approaches, leaning forward, strands of his hair brushing my face, only to pull back and compliment the scent I have chosen.
His attention has turned to his sister, and as he speaks he undresses her, making me gasp with appreciation of her beauty, and why she is loved so by her brother.
Her natural poise, her raw sexuality is greater than any I have seen in my hometown of Madrid, it is hard to beleive the reputation she carries of being such a blood thirsty pirateer.
Her undressing complete, the Captain takes my breath away with his next words, A bath for them, and three sets of hands? I gasp, my education is about to begin, I take a hesitant step forward, then stop, unsure what to do next...

[Edited by Diamondnrough on 06-03-2001 at 04:18 PM]

 

[BLACK BART]

My heart is pounding, the blood roaring thru my ears, the thrill of the hound is upon me as I scent her, working my way across her velvet skin breasts to her stomach and lower.
I feel her heat, and smell the musk of her desire, willing and waiting to be taken..Her hands are locked in my hair, tugging at my head, and I hear her husky voice, the words chiming as a bell would.
"Are you going to take me here, for all to see?"
The pause the words give me let me shake the fever that is upon me, almost like the blood fever I feel in battle, and reply to her.
"Nay, thou art no common harlot, that I might take on the seas, but by Poseidon's trident, you bring out the beast in me."
I slide my left hand under her trim derrierre, and lift her, pulling her against me as I stand, as she wraps her arms and muscular legs around me. With my right hand I snatch up my whip and the goat skin sack, and look for a open doorway.
Spying an entrance that I knew, I stride towards it, scattering my mates as I carry my precious packages, roaring "Make way, me Bucko's, Can't you see I have a lady that needs me attention"
I can feel her breasts pressed against me, her hard nipples drilling thru my canvas shirt,as I reach the entrance and kick the door open, and walk into the room, filled with the plunders of our last adventure and a pair of sober faced guards.
"I will watch the plunder, with my mate, giving you time to fill your bellies with food, but drink the rum sparingly"
I instruct them, trying to keep my battle face on.
"Aye, thank ye" one responds, hurrying out. "Use your sword well and with honor" Quips the other as he passes, slamming the door behind him.
"But ye scalliwags know I carry no sword" I begin to reply, then realise the meaning of his jest.

"At least, not one you would use on any crew-MAN" Clarrissa jests, bringing her back to my attention, and just why I brought her here.

"Tis a place, fit for a lady, and a goddess such as yourself" I say, in an attempt to draw her favor "The only thing that outshines the gold and jewels be you"

 

[wildxfire]

The magician, Merlin

As I approach Hawke Hall, I mutter an incantation, and a portion of the solid brick wall shimmers, changing shape, revealing an open doorway that I carry Maria thru. As I pass the doorway shimmers and once again solidifies into solid brick.
I gently place Maria's nude, unconcious form on a small cloth covered table, and begin to move about in the room, collecting small articles I need for my next incantation.
As I move about, small lanterns come to life, flickers of light revealing a large ancient cavern, with an underground river running thru it. Quickly I mix a potion and incant over it "Serpent of Seth, God of Confusion, Give me the Power,of great illusion"


When the dancer struck me, she allowed me unknowingly to see inside her mind, I now took the shape of her true love, whom she thought dead. Maria's eyes begin to flutter, and I stand over her, saying her name gently....

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

Through the mist of my sleep, I can hear his voice clearly. So sweet, so gentle, calling to me, awakening me with his rich voice...the only one able to send a certain heat through my body. My eyes flutter open, and rest upon the walls which surround me, walls that do not seem familar...Again, I hear my name, and I turn my head towards the voice that I know and love so well...

"Antonio! Oh, my dear Antonio, have I slept long, my love? How I have missed you even in sleep, yet such a strange dream have I had. I was dreaming of my younger sister, Antonio. You remember how I told you that our mother gave her away at birth? Strange that I should dream of her now, no?"

I look with love and longing into his eyes. I feel a chill draft come over my body, and notice that I lay there naked. I look up at my love, and smile teasingly...

"Oh, mi corazon, come to me now. How my body aches for you to love me again. My dear, sweet Antonio, my body needs you as my lungs need air. Fill my need, Antonio, as only you can."

I hold out my arms to my love, eager for his embrace, his body, his kisses, his words of love....

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

With my arms and legs wrapped around Black I could feel the racing of his heart againts my own. The bulge in his breeches pressed against my sex with every move, leading me to greater distractios. I tried to focus my mind onto keeping my grip. The course fabric of his shirt scratched against my nipples as he move with great speed throught the the halls, teasing them the pleasure from it causing me to almost loose my grip.

I pressed hard against him with my hips so he could feel the heat radiating from between my legs even through the leathers we both wore. Coming to a hault in the treasure room he barked orders to the guard. I can see he is trying to maintain his air of authority with them. He finds it hard with me sucking upon his neck, the slight rumble of my laughter as i tease him rubbing myself against his bulging flesh. Finally he set me down, my legs were clinging to his back so tightly he had to pry them off.

Eyeing the room full of plunder I step back and turned fully around marveling at all the riches.

Turning back to face you , shrugging my shoulders so the torn shirt falls off them, the soft silk pooling at my feet. The flickering light from the torchs illuminates my skin is soft creamy hues. The light dances in my hair making the dark red come alive with color. I reach back behind my head to release the bindings of my hair allowing the heavy masses to fall freely to my hips. My motion lifts the swells of my breast to greater heights. The dusky rose of my nipples stands in contrast to my pale skin. Pressing out eagerly they stand puckered and taut waiting for your lips to claim them again. The pressure of them pressed against your shirt rubbed them to higher peaks.

I can see an indecisive look on you, you are awaiting approval of your choice, the hunger eveident in your eyes. Smiling back with a hunger of my own,
"Aye the sword ye carrie this night is one I would see well used, Black. The treasure that awaits you, has much value in its own right."
Yanking the shirt from your waist band i haul it over your shoulders tossing it aside. My hands play in your hair before moving lower accross your broad back, feeling your muscles under my hands bunching and releasing i press my chest against you my hands decend upon your breeches plucking at the laces. My toungue strikes out to lick your nipple, my lips suckling at it as you had mine, feeling it swell against my tongue. The heat radiating from your body is hotter then hells fire. My hands work at a frenzied pace to relieve you of your breeches. Finding the strings knotted I reach in my waist band and pull out my dagger. Slicing the lacings in one clean stroke allowing you to spring free of the bindings,I press them down along the lenght of your legs. My hand slidie back up to stroke the sword of which we speak.

[Edited by Clarrissa on 06-03-2001 at 06:44 PM]

 

[THEBRAT]

I most get into Hawke Hall by hoof or crook and give the warning of Danger. My Brother is other wise engaged in one of his favorite past times.

The guard is sleeping now is my chance.I walk through the Hawke Hall and find them in what I know is their Rumpus Room.

There be Danger afoot this night M'Lord Hawke & M'Lady Hawke. I know that ye know me not.

M'Lord Hawke you know My Brother for he is your second in command I'm THE BLACK RAVEN his name also has the word BLACK in it.I must go to warn him of a Magician of great power.



[Edited by THEBRAT on 06-03-2001 at 07:22 PM]

 

[wildxfire]

The magician, Merlin

"Maria, Maria, mi querido, mi armor, how I have longed for you" I murmur, my arms entwining in hers, my lips searching for hers as I press my body against her hot flesh. In a instant I had my clothes in a heap, and lay beside her, our bodies melding as one.
I gazed into her eyes, as I slid between her legs, the tip of my manhood touching her moist, heated vulva. "My love, we have been apart for too long, let us join as one"
I bent my head to kiss her, my lips grazing her cheek and neck as I feel her hips thrust against mine.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

The strange woman who bursts into our room, disrupting the moment, seems somehow familiar. One of the escaped captives, perhaps? It is of no consequence at the moment, so much as how she managed to gain entrance to this place I thought most secure.

In a nonce, swords are in the hands of both Elizabeth and myself and at the throat of the stranger. She appears as if she might fight, but wisely, for her, does not.

I roar for the guard, who stumbles in sleepily. I am disgusted by his dereliction of duty, not to mention the potential threat he has allowed to come this close. I eye him narrowly a moment, then in a silky smooth voice hissing as of a snake, I bid him call others of the guards.

When he leaves, I ponder the message the woman has brought. "Sister? You mean, you are Black Bart's sister? Or whose sister? What is this magician you speak of, this danger of which you declaim?"

She says nothing, but glares at us both with eyes that seem to smolder with a rage bordering on insanity. Yes, I can see some familiarity in her features to my trusted first mate and wonder if he knows she is even on the island.

The guard returns with others, their swords and pistols drawn. I cross to the guard who was asleep and cuff him a great blow, sending him to the ground with a cry of pain.

"Take these two and confine them securely. You, sirrah," I address the guard who has failed in his duties, "you will be dealt with on the morrow."

There is a defiance in his eyes I do not like at all. I wonder if perhaps he was really sleeping, or mayhap is yet another of those agents planted among us by the governments on whose fat merchants we feast. I will consult with Elizabeth on the best way to go about questioning him.

Turning to the woman, who Elizabeth has forced back against the wall, I regard her for a moment.

"As for this one. Take her to the Citadel and lock her in the deepest cell. Put guards and dogs to make sure she stays there until I or my sister send for her."

"I will have two guards on the door of our room tonight," I further declare. "Also, bring the mastiff Cerebus. He will likewise guard. If any so much as come within a hundred yards of this place, I want them stopped and I want to know of it...upon your lives."

Some of the guards leave with the prisoners securely bound. Others go to stand guard for us. Elizabeth's breast are rising and falling with similar agitation as to mine, yet I also note her nipples are erect and a faint flush ahs spread over her chest and neck. We look at each other and laugh for she has likewise noticed a similar flush upon my face and the even greater bulge in my breeches. I am sure the young virgin Crystal who has watched this all with wide eyes must think us quite mad. Truth be known, danger has always been a great aphrodisiac for Elizabeth and I.

I take my sword and place it upon the wall bracket near the bed which has a cunning lock that few have the skill to discern, yet at the touch of a secret button will spring free into my hand. Taking Elizabeth's sword, I do the same with hers, for she likewise knows the secret of this rack.

I turn to Crystal, "Think nothing of it, m'dear. Just a normal evening here on Hawke Island."

I note Elizabeth's eyes are glittering with amusement and lust as she looks at Crystal. For though the young woman's eyes do show she is a person of some wit and intelligence, and I hope imagination, still she is a virgin in more ways than one. I warrant such happenings as what she just witnessed were not precisely daily events in her parents' home.

I put my arms around Crystal and lead her over to Elizabeth. Slipping my arm around her supple waist, I say, "Well, ladies, shall we repair to our bath?"

[Edited by sojournerwolf on 06-03-2001 at 08:00 PM]

 

[SexyChele]

Oh, to feel the strong body of my Antonio crushed against my own. My body hungers for him as though it has been a long time since I have had him near....yet, how can that be? We have only been parted one night. Oh, can love like that really play tricks with one's heart?

I hold my love close to me, wanting to feel every inch of his body against mine. My lips eagerly search for his, pouring the passion of my longing for him into my kiss. His hands running the length of my body, exploring it as if the first time, causes shivers to course through my flesh. My hips rise to his, searching for his swollen manhood, wanting to feel him once more inside of me. AH! Yes! There it is....just at the edge of my moist entrance. I spread my legs wide, lifting my hips for him to gain entrance. I know this time will be as a sudden explosion of passion....giving way to the slow fullness of love.

"Si, mi corazon, fill me with your passion. Oh, enter me, and let us both find our release. Oh, Antonio....now, por favor!"

As he buries his hardness into my delicate wetness, my mind goes back to that beautiful summer evening....the first time Antonio loved me and caused my body to soar as a bird in flight. Oh, take me there again, my love.....

 

[BLACK BART]

I stand facing Clarrissa, a grin on my lips, waiting and wanting her approval. She gives it, like a tigress, her lips on my nipples, her hands stroking my enraged, painfully erect manhood. I see a knife appear in her hands, as if like magic, and tense, the razor edge slicing thru my breaches like butter, the cool air touching my cock as it springs free, like a demon possessed.
With arms of corded muscle I reach for her, and pull her close, my hands sliding into the sides of her leather pants.
"An eye for an eye" I quote, and pulling savagely in opposite directions tear her pants outward and down. Her face shows no fear, no suprise, only the lust mirrored in my face.
"Come to me, wench, I have great need of you" I moan huskily, bending to kiss her hot, full lips deeply and passionately.
As her hand slips over my cock, I hear her teasingly refer to it as my sword, offering me her treasure.
"Aye, my warrior princess" I have a sword, a great broadsword, that needs to be sharpened, repeatedly, it's edges are of fine metal, and will not wear out"
I slide my hand under her silky skinned, firm ass and lift her again, placing her on a huge pile of silks and furs, then press my "sword" against her "treasure box".
"By Poseidons trident, you have been a difficult ship to moor, but now I will aid you with this anchor" I jested, slowly pressing my larged, engorged against her wet womanhood. With one hand I lifted the skin and dribbled wine onto her breasts, hearing her gasp and moan as I once again bent to her full bosum. With a surge she shoved her hips against mine, impaling herself on my "sword", her eyes meeting mine.
For a long second I returned the gaze, knowing I had met a warrior, a friend, and a woman all one instance the same person, then began to stroke her "treasure box" with slow, deep motion.

 

[THEBRAT]

If I had not snuck off of our Fathers ship Brother none of this would be happening now.

As I knocked loudly on the Treasure Room door.I yell BLACK BART tis your Twin Sister THE BLACK RAVEN. I know that ye have no reason to trust me.

If ye care not for your own life then have a care for the Hawkes.That blasted Magician of The God Seth is on the island he has The Spanish Dancer in his power,

So Brother if we meet not again in this life again. Our Fathers ship is in hiding your Captain knows were it is.

 

[THEBRAT]

I've been following this Magician of SETH for many years.He now has The Spanish Dancer to use for his evil Black Magic.

[Edited by THEBRAT on 06-03-2001 at 09:03 PM]

 

[THEBRAT]

Then your Deaths be not upon my head but upon your own heads.Yes my Twin Brother is BLACK BART but he has no reason to acknowlegde me.

Hawke your own Father gave me a very Special Sword!

It's called the Sword of Death its to be used only on the Magician of SETH.

I no longer have to give you and Your Sister my protection my DEATH is near

It's know time for my Magic M'Lord Hawke!Blood calls to Blood Kin to Kin SETH I give onto you this night myself THE BLACK RAVEN!

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

Blacks hands entering my breeches caused shivers of anticipation to run the length of my spine. His swift removal of my leathers was expected and anticipated, the thrill of it took me by surprise. I marvel at the strength in the arms that surround me and pull me to him.. The raw power I knew and expected and yet the underlying gentleness took me by surprise. The care he displayed when setting me upon the furs shook me to the core, this I did not expect from him.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I hear his voice, the rich timber thrilling me. ". . .Warrior Princess." My mind cannot comprehend what he says, his tongue, lips, and hands have bombarded my thoughts with only senses of pleasure and longing. The wetness of the wine mingles with his lips upon my breast, The heat from his mouth causing the wet sweet honey to flow from my depths. I feel the heat of his thick member pressing at the entrance to my sex. His hands , rough and callused from years of training and working the seas, scrape my skin causing it to tingle and throb in their wake. The coarseness inflames my senses and heightens my desire to a fevered pitch.
The deep shudder I feel as your tongue finds my nipple causes me to arch my back and impale myself upon your thick member pressing for entrance. I press hard against the thickness, my body already wet with desire takes your shaft into my heat in one swift move. The sword I sheath with my body fills me beyond belief. My breath catches in my throat, never had I felt such thickness and heat pressed to my core.
My eyes momentarily meet yours, a bond has been forged between us now, more than loyalty to our Captains, there is now a loyalty to each other born of passion shared, wills tested, and pleasures met. The pleasure is unbearable, I can no longer meet the heat of your gaze. Feeling your thrust within me I wrap my legs around your hips, meeting and parrying the thrust of your sword.
Throwing my head back I press my breast to your mouth , raking my nails along your back urging you on, Kicking off my boots and pulling with my legs to drive you harder against me. Your member swells stretching my slick channel to it's limits. My muscles tighten around your thick shaft intruding to the depths of me, pulsing and throbbing in rhythm with your movements. The pleasure washes over me as the waves caressing the sand on the beach, the ebb and flow mimicking the thrust and retreat of you against me.

There sounds a heavy pounding against the door to the room we occupy, I can't make out the words of the interloper. . .

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: When the Prey is but a Man

The captain believes he has outdistanced pursuit, but he is wrong. I am guided not by my eyes, but by those of the goddess, Oya. And a goddess sees much. My pace is twice his, and direct towards him, not scattered and unsure. I have his scent, and the chase is near done. Then he stops, exausted. It is all I need. In a moment I have passed him, and mounted the low branch of a tree. Were you a beast, a tribesman, he would hear me. But as just a man, exhausted in his flight, he does not. I clutch my dagger in my right arm and wait. He sets off again, and I pounce.

Our bodies roll. My arm slices down with the precision and power of one possessed. The blade cuts through his belt, his breeches. The slightest nick draws blood at his groin. Then my blade arcs away, finishing the cut as we roll apart. I hear him cry in shock and surprise as he tries to stagger to his feet. His breeches now falling down across his knees trip him.

"Non, monsier le capitain," I growl, ready to pounce. "You shall not escape, I think."


OOC: Sorry for delay in posting - have been trying to shake a nasty cold and passed out on benadryl for a day or two.

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

OOC: good to see you back BadForm, sorry to hear you were sick, thought maybe you got lost in the woods *grin*.

 

[THEBRAT]

OOC

I'm not mad at anyone in this thread. If any of you are having trouble reading my posts then email me privately not the moderator.I'm new at this role playing

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke OOC

OOC: Welcome back, Bad Form. Glad you are feeling better. You certainly returned with a great post!

A note to Clarrissa and Black Bart: woo-woo! The steam coming off this monitor ain't 'cause my computer is overheating, that's fer shure. This interaction the two of you are having is fantastic. I have been enjoying reading it quite a bit and, ahem, have read over that whole section more than once. *G* I look forward to more of what the two of you will be "i[" to. *ROFL*

All of you who are contributing to this thread, I want to thank you for what you have given of your imaginations and incredible writing talents so far, and what you will contribute yet!

Hey, if you haven't at a chance to look at the index of the threads on Sexual Role Playing, you might want to check them out. Particularly all the pretty stars under the new ratings section beside this particular thread. Unless someone bursts my bubble, I would say this means we have gained considerable attention and approval by those who have been coming by to read.

And you have to know, the reason for them coming to read this thread is YOU! Yes, me hearties, you have all, every one of you been contributing some very, very fine writing to this thread. Each of you has a unique charcater that shines through with vibrancy and complexity no matter how many or how few posts you have contributed here. I am honored, and more than a little awed, to be a part of so wonderful a group of writers.

Let's keep up the good work! I look forward to how this thread is going to develop, to how each and everyone of you are going to contribute...and remember...there is still room for more characters within the thread.

*G*

 

[wildxfire]

The magician, Merlin

"mi hermoso el dulce flor pequena"

" my beautiful sweet little flower"


I drift back in memory of the first time we made love, on the spanish shores, one warm summer night so long ago.....

I had discovered you, as a child does a flower, not knowing what I had, but awed, never the less. At my touch you opened your petals, and wrapped me in your sweet perfume, letting me taste your nectar for the very first time. I left my heart with you that warm summer night, and swore my true love to no other, with the sound of the birds singing, and God as my witness, I shall forever be yours.
As my hands removed your clothing you trembled, smiling, confident I would not harm you.
As my eyes adored your body for the very first time, you laughed gently, sure of the pleasure to come.
As my lips carressed your bosum, you sighed, feeling the pleasure
As my body met yours, you cried a single tear, not of pain, you said but joy
As our souls became one, you promised your love to me, forever and a day.
As our hands met, we walked the shores together, never alone again.

I carressed sweet Maria's face, kissing her gentle, sweet tears away, calling her name, willing her to return to me and reality as we made" el amor apacible dulce", sweet gentle love...

Her body gave to me everything I had wished for, dreamed of as a young man, the love I felt for her was real....I wished that I was her Antonio..not an untrue deception

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke OOC

OOC: to wildxfire and SexyChele...I really am enjoying what you are doing in this part of the thread. It is a wonderful subtheme, poetic in its language, the interspersal of the Spanish, and vibrant in the characters. I look forward to reading more!

 

[Inkubus]

Captain de la vega

I pause for a second and a creature of the night pounces upon me. If my clothes had been mine and not the rags of an oaf twice my size she would have fileted me. As she moves with inhuman sppeed and grace I realize that she is playing with me as a cat would toy with a mouse. She has sliced open my breeches and nicked the wineskin I stole from the guard, Luckily I still have the pistol and my blade. She pulls back and in an exotic voice lets me no that I am caught. I realize that she is used to men underestimating her and I will myself to not make the same mistake. I slip out of the loose oversized breeches and and pretend to be in pain. As i draw my blade in a frightened manner if she belives me a mouse than I will play one for her. "Querida...no se que poderes tienes, pero por favor no me matas"
I cringe ready to pounce, she will find this mouse a little harder to catch.

 

[BLACK BART]

Black Bart, first mate

The noise at the door has abated, the danger passed, my need for Clarrissa has not...
For years I have watched this young woman, first as a young urchin playing in the street , then as a young lass, taking her vows to the "Hawkes Creed", making us all proud, and finally as my "warrior princess" fighting beside her as we plundered the high seas.

But now a different battle was being waged, a war of lust if you will, the victor being the one who could give the most....
As her lithe, muscular body remained impaled on my sword I carressed her, touching her precious treasures I had only dreamed of. Aye, we were now soul mates, and I would lay my life down for her, without question.
My huge hands held her waist, almost encirling it as I pleasured her, intent on being the victor, and having my spoils. I moved my massive sword slowly, to give her pleasure, not pain, to let her feel joy as she rose to the top of her pleasure mountain.
I bent my massive legs, and positioned myself so my length slowly moved on her pleasure button, her warm flow of approval coating our thighs as she responded.
Gone was the hardened face of a pirateer, replaced by the soft features of a woman, deep in ecstasy, waiting for me to join her.
Her eyes closed, her lips spoke gentle words of encouragement, mingling sounds of pleasure between. I felt her fast approaching her peak and moved my body to match her rhythm, to guarntee her pleasure...
Her body trembled violently, her thighs squeezing my sword, as she traveled the journey of the little death...I slowed my movements, looking at her beautiful, flushed features and spoke gently.
"Aye, me matey, we have ridden the seas together, and the ride was as wild as any hurricane ever seen by man"
Slowly removing my sword, still ready for battle, I lifted her gently, gathering her to my chest and carried her to a hidden doorand stepped through, into a large, steam filled room, a hot water stream, that made a natural pool...
"Tis time for me bath and yours" I taunted "The smell of battle is on us yet, and we need to be rid of it"
Walking into the warm water I lowered my head and kissed her passionately, my tongue searching for hers as I stood chest deep in the warm, carressing water.
"And after I scrub your back, you can polish me sword some more, tis still ready for battle" I gently teased her, lowering her into the water.

 

[BLACK BART]

OOC

OOC: Aye me buckos....we ride the high seas together....let us
not forget who brought us here, a hero of the pen {or keyboard}
himself, Jeremiah Hawke!
Or I may have to bash your heads in!!
Seriously we wouldnt be here if it werent for this man, a true genius!