Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: A Cat With a Cat

I sheathed my dagger quickly, drawing instead both my cutlass and whip. I had no idea what the man was saying - while I spoke English due to travelling with the Hawkes, and French well enough to be a pleasure slave, this was probably in Spanish - but I did see the blade in his hand. That meant he was not truly afraid. He would fight.

"Un se battre, euh? You wish to fight me, monsieur le capitain? Mais, there was so much more we could share..."

And with that, my cat lashes out. The lash is too quick to stop or catch. It's barbs bite deep across the arm which holds the blade. The captain cries out in pain, his hand opening reflexively against the stinging. He is good, though. He recovers before dropping the blade. At least now he knows this is no game.

"Think again, monsieur. My next cut will be deeper."


OOC: Heh, yeah this is fun. Thanks all. Barely any sex so far (well, a couple of very hot incidents aside), and already the story is rolling as well as Bart and Clarissa.

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos de la Vega

I reel as the lash bites into my skin, very well she intends to raise the stakes. I barely recover in time to catch my blade and bring it back in a lazy arc culinating in a tight 8. I had trained for years with a blade and had been taken by the pirates because of exhaustion and sheer numbers. I didnt itend to be captured but I had to remind myself not to underestimate the beauty before me. She had caught up to me when none of those savages were even close. and now was twice that she had succesfully struck me and yet both times she held back. as if spareing me. she wanted me alive it seems, but why? Wine fron the skin runs across my body it is unusualy warm to my skin , perhaps it is the alcohol though Ive never seen a 'wine' so potent that it warms to the touch. my vison blurs for a second when I have an idea. I toss my pistol across the clearing away from both of us. as her eyes dart to the weapon I hurl the torn wine skin showering her with the remainder of the wine. I leap for her trieng to pin her weapon away. As we tumble though the brush my mind is spinning. I am trieng to figure out why when it occurs to me...The wine is drugged!


OOC Thank SW for the thread and the patience. looks like you have a winner on your hands. and Thanks to the writers who have written so well together and with enough kindness to set aside ego so everyone can have a part,Its a winning chemistry that so many would set aside feelings to make others more comfortable. felicidades amigos!

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Sister Therese

OOC: I second what everyone else has said. This is a terrific thread, and I've had the time of my life playing this character as well as following the exploits of the other characters. Everybody is doing excellent work!

IC:
The door of the tiny hut swings shut behind me, and a second later I hear a click as the lock is secured. I am alone at last. I look around, taking note of the narrow bed and the washstand with soap and washcloth that are the only furnishings in the single room. Such accommodations are more than adequate for one who has taken a vow of poverty, especially one who has endured several days of privation on board a ship. There is no candle, but the single, tiny square cut into the door allows the fast-fading daylight as well as fresh air into the room. I pace the packed-earth floor to get a sense of the hut’s dimensions. Five paces by five paces – little bigger than a prison cell, but just about the same size as my room in the convent.

The silence inside the hut is a blessing after the loud, boisterous noise of the feast. Now, perhaps, I can think. I take a deep breath and sink to my knees, hands folded and head bowed in prayer. Time seems to stop altogether as I pray for strength to endure whatever ordeal is yet to come, and for the freedom of all of us unfortunate captives. Now that the silence and solitude have calmed my nerves somewhat, I no longer have the fear that no one is listening to my entreaties. Sadly, however, I still suffer from the after-effects of that wicked aphrodisiac. When I close my eyes, lewd images parade through my mind: Father Marco’s naked and bound form; the maiden Crystal’s lush body clad only in a gauzy shift; the Hawkes passionately kissing. That secret, sinful place between my thighs continues to throb, resisting all my efforts to banish it through prayer. I have never suffered from such a profound lust before, and its persistence frustrates and terrifies me. The urge, the itch, to slide my fingers into that place is overwhelming. Furious, I leap to my feet and pace the floor like a caged animal until I am exhausted. Fatigue dampens the lust, but does not tame it entirely. It is the best I can hope for.

Just as I am about to lie down and try to rest, I hear a cough just outside the door. I walk up to the door and peer through the small square. Yes, it is the guard who brought me here. He stands with his back to the door. A wicked-looking dagger rests in a sheath on his belt, by his right hand. He is a handsome lad, approximately my age. I recall how he handled me as he led me to this place – he gripped my arm firmly, yet not hard enough to bruise me. He only spoke to me once; when he stopped me outside the hut, he said, “Here we are, Sister,” in a soft voice. Can it be that he has not yet been thoroughly corrupted, that he retains a sliver of respect for the habit that I wear?

If so, could I turn that respect to my advantage and persuade him to set me free?

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

My mind and body soars at my lover's touch. He transports me once again to that special time, that time when I first understood what a woman's body was made for. Mi Corazon, my Antonio, first showed me how a woman's body could also be used for the receiving of pleasure, and not simply the giving of it. Ah, what sweetness I have experienced in my lover's arms. What I would not do for him to prove my love!

Oh, his voice is even now calliing to me, and gently I come back into his intimate embrace.

"Si, mi uno y el amor sólo verdadero?"

("Yes, my one and only true love?")

I feel him as he fills my body, completing me fully as only a man can fulfill a woman. He hands caressing me, his voice taunting me with his love, his body showing his desire for me. As I run my hands along his body, my lips meeting his, my body responds to his in some sweet and ancient dance that only true lovers share. I feel my body reaching the familar cresendo, longing for the very heights of pleasure to be shared with my sweet lover. As his body moves against mine, I feel my body cresting as on a wave. Going to further heights, as Antonio whispers to me the words which will bring about my ultimate pleasure.

At the height of the wave of my release, I can think of nothing but Antonio's body and how mine responds to it. I cry out his name in my moment of passion, and cling to his body as wave after wave of sheer pleasure and delight fill me to my very core.

As the wave slowly deposits me back into the reality of Antonio's arms, I feel his lips on mine, his body beginning it's own convulsing rythym that makes my heart leap for joy.

As he shudders and nuzzles my neck, I whisper into his ear...

"Usted siempre estará en el corazón."

("You will always be in my heart.")

As I look deeply into his eyes, I am once again warmed by love's deep fires.




OOC: SW to receive a compliment from you is truly humbling. You are an inspiration to many of us here. And the other writers are making this a thread that is truly enjoyable to be part of.

 

[Kimberly]

I enter the rumpus room with my brother and see the beautiful virgin wearing the flimsy gown and look upon her. She has a lovely shape, one that I know will please my brother. I hear Jeremiah's breath as he see the virgin for the first time wearing next to nothing, a small devious smile spreads across my lips. We walk closer to the bed and I listen to Jeremiah's word to her watch as he leans in for a kiss. He then stands and takes me in his arms his lips going to my throat, his warm moist lips pressing against my neck. The feeling makes melt but I hold my own as he kisses me slowly, deeply. I could in his embrace forever. The love I feel for him and the love he feels for me are greater than the love brother/sister should feel. I feel his hands move over my body. From my shoulders down my back to my buttocks and up across my belly and to my breast. Oh, how much I love his hands on them. My own hands exploring his strong firm body, from the powerful shoulders to his muscluar legs. He is a man that every women should feel. I feel him undress me, a feeling that I cannot wait any longer for. I lust for him now. If it weren't for his toy I would take him now, but, there will be plenty of time for that later as we will teach this young virgin the ways of a man and woman.

I feel Crystal's eyes upon me looking me over. I hear her gasp as if she has never seen a woman before. My brother kneels before me and kisses my navel and teases me. Oh how much I love his tender kisses and teasing he gives me. My nipples become fully erect as he tongue them. He kisses my throat and my hands run across his back to his butt. I playfully grab his buttcheeks and squeeze them. He whispers in my ear that we should bathe and that we have three sets of hands. Before I can answer, a strange woman bursts into our "playroom". She finds that it was unwise to break in when we are at play as both my brother and I have our swords in our hands in the same time that it took her to come through the door. She speaks of brother named black and that she has a warning. My brother questions her and then orders the guards to take her and the one he cuffed to the citadel. He orders for new guards and for Cerebus to guard our chambers. For someone to get past Cerebus would mean someone has a big deathwish, as Jeremiah would dutifully kill anyone that killed his prize pet.

We put our weapons away as a flush has spread across both our bodies. Jeremiah addresses Crystal about not being alarmed. My eyes are on Crystal, looking her over and how much enjoyment she will have. I step out of the rest of my clothing and step in to the tub. In my slutry voice I say to my brother.

"Come dear brother, the water is great. Bring the young virgin too. I wager that she will enjoy having another bath."

OOC. Thanks for the patience and the encourgement, and the praise. I do my best when RL allows. Also Welcome Sharkie58. The priest will get his soon. *EG* (Evil grin)

 

[THEBRAT]

I knew better than to barge into the Hawkes Rumpus Room without a weapon of any kind.So now the threat of The Magician of SETH that I meant to avert disaster will happen anyway.

The visions of all of the dead on this Island are to horrorable contempulate.There stil might be one way to save these people but I shudder to take it.I would have to under go a transformation or change of bodies with a blood relation.

OOC

I hope that you like this post better than my last ones

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: The Fight Continues

The captain and I fight as we roll together. His actions are slowed by the wine which drugged him even through a mere cut, and I my face is soaked with the seductive vintage. Both of us struggle for the upper hand, grasping and tugging at one another. Yet neither has the wherewithall to take it. One second I am upon him, struggling for a dagger and trying to take him down. The next he has rolled me, his fish crushing down into the earth just by my face.

As we fight we roll, and in that is the danger. Unseen in our tussle, a steep slope draws ever closer, ever more dangerously near. Then I feel it. With the captain once more in the advantage, my flailing hand feels air beneath it. In angry desperation I roll, tossing Carlos over my head as we tumble backwards towards the edge...

 

[MtnAngelWV]

OOC: For some reason it would not let me delete this completely! So I am editing it with this OOC. Thanks!

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan

The fullness from his sword filled me completely, The slow rhythmic stroking of his member against the depths of my body created a heat starting at my core spreading to encompass me. The room slowly diminished around me until there was nothing but the hypnotic motion of his body against mine. Time was marked by the slow fluid motions of his body against my own and the moans of pleasure they produced. The fine sheen on my skin gleamed in the light of the torches.
Shifting his stance, Black's thick sword pressed against the soft nub of flesh, the pearl of my pleasure, now so engorged with my arousal. The friction he created by rubbing against it drove me higher and set my body to trembling. Reaching the highest of peaks, the gentle strokes of his hands along my breasts and stomach pushed me over the edge and my body convulsed around the thick shaft that filled me. Soft mewling sounds echoed in the room as shards of light blinded me, the convulsing throbs of my slick passage griping him hard in the summit of my pleasure.
Momentarily sated, I whimpered against him as he gently pulled himself from me, relishing the feel of him imbedded so deeply, knowing he had not met the same heights of pleasure he had so tenderly gifted me. My mind in it's languid state could not fathom the harsh pirate taking me to the precipice of my pleasure and holding back that which he so desired for himself. "Noire", I breathed against he his neck, not the hard name of the battle tried pirate Black Bart, but the name I alone would use in the wake of shared passion. Feeling him lift me to himself I could not comprehend his intent, only trust in his judgment to see us to our end. My head lolled against his chest as he strode carrying me out of the room..
Nuzzling at his neck I could feel the fullness of his thick shaft brushing against my soft arse cheeks as he descended into the warm pool of water. His taunts about the smell of battle caused me to chuckle against his chest. His lips found mine in a deep kiss sweeter than any wine ever tasted, in this battle he came away the victor, but the war was far from over.
Sinking into the tub I completely submerge under the water, the warm swirls tugging my hair around my body like strands of kelp waving in the oceans current. Surfacing my eyes scanned the room. The large pool stood in the middle with steam swirling in the air from it's heat. "Is there another access to this room?" Looking around I could see none. "Nay, the only one is the way I brought ye".
Slowly rising from the water I ascended the steps and out of the pool. I can feel your eyes upon me, the raise of your brow questioning my actions. Moving back through the door to the treasure room I move to the only portal that marks entrance. Bending I reach for the heavy wooden plank, giving your eyes a feasting view of the soft auburn curls between my thighs. Setting the plank in the iron hooks, barring the door from outward entry, I turn pick up my dagger and the cutlass left by the guard. Moving back to the passage returning to the pool I set the dagger and cutlass down before slowly descending the steps allowing your eyes to roam my body, the wet hair clinging to my nipples and back.
Coming to stand before you, my green eyes mischievously meeting your steel blue, "While we may take our pleasures as we see fit we shall not be remiss in our duty to the Captains, we shall not be caught unawares this night, there is still mischief afoot, I can feel it in the air". Pressing my lips to yours in a deep kiss, I snake my leg through yours kicking your foothold out from under you sending us both plunging down into the water locked in a heated kiss.

 

[Clarrissa]

Clarrissa Morgan OOC:

many thanks to you sojournerwolf aka Captain J. It is a great compliment that you read and re-read Black and my posts. I must admit I have also done the same he he.

Tallent abound in this thread to be sure. The subplots are shaping up nicely and there is much fun and frolick to be had. I can not believe the tallant we have here.

I had a thought and wondered if this would work for you all; If we wish to speak out of character do it in a separate post. That way after all have had a chance to read it, it can be deleted keeping the story line in tact. this will minimize the number of screens other readers outside our group would have to plow through to follow the story line. Just a thought.

Best to all
Regards,
Clarrissa

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos

'madre de dios, que eres?' This woman cant be human... I had an easier time fighting the crew. I spin and snap only to strike air I grapple only to have her keep the upper hand. I am flailing desperately to keep the weapons out of her hands. She is killing me with her strength and agilty alone. If she can get her sword arm free I will find myself very dead or very captured. I am so focused on trying to keep my head clear and on her sword arm that I am not paying attention to what were rolling at. she spins to shift our momentum but I careen off the edge into a dark shaft. I flail reaching for something, but the only thing in my arms is a woman of superb skill, hell bent upon my capture.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

gods above and below, Elizabeth is beautiful. She sheds the rest of her clothes and verily, I feel I behold Venus herself in all her wonder. Elizabeth's hair flowing to her round, soft fleshed shoulders which still ripple sensuously. The firmness of her full breasts and pale, eager nipples rise like the mountains of dawn above the sleek and rolling plain of her tight belly. Between thighs so perfectly molded they would have made Phidias weep with envy that his art could not even begin to reproduce such loveliness, the thatch of her golden pubis reminds me of wild honey. The love we share that has caused us to be shunned by those of strictured conventionality is deep and abiding, a thing of respect as well as affection. And the passion we share for one another beyond compare.

Elizabeth steps into the water and turns to Crystal and I, a smoldering, sultriness in her eyes, and flowing into her words. I slip my shirt of my back, its material rasping against the old criss crossed scars of old lashings. I loosen my breeches, at last, but halt from removing them. I notice Crystal's face flushed, her eyes bright.

"What, m'dear?" I ask the young maid. "have you never seen a man's parts ere this?"

I cross the room to her, slowly slipping the gown from her shoulders. I let my hands rest upon her shoulders a moment, then trail them down with agonizing graduality until my palms cup Crystal's breasts, my thumbs lightly tracing the circle of her nipples. Her breathing is ragged, her large, beauteous breasts heaving in my hands as if of a fat guinea fowl struggling to be free.

Slowly, I squeeze them, not too tight, but enough to elicit a gasp of pleasured shock from her.

"Nor, I warrant, have ye felt a man's hands upon these beauties more magnificient than the diamond and jewel encrusted world globe of the King of Spain.

"Your education, little dove, has been sorely negelcted. Let us begin," I say, with a grin and wink at Elizabeth who watches with amusement and rising lust from the tub.
"With your introduction to that which a man treasures so much, he keeps it guarded by pillars of Hercules."

I take Crystal's hand and place it at the front of my breeches, my lance which rises nigh unto two hand spans of a normal man fully erect, throbs beneath her touch.

"Remove the wrapper, Crystal," I tell her, "as if unwrapping a birthday gift, for indeed, this night, you shall be reborn."

I release her hand, watching her, vowing she will indeed give great pleasure to Elizabeth and myself this night.

 

[sojournerwolf]

OOC

Thank you all for your kind words. Everytime I open this thread up to read what has been posted, I amagain absolutely awed gy the great writing, the weaving of the sub-plots.

Clarrissa: I think you have a great idea for posting OOC's seperate from the story and then going back to delete them. I will do that with this one, and invite everyone to do the same to aid ourselves and our readers in being able to follow the flow of the tale.

Well, I tried going back to delete some of my ooc posts, but the thread would have none of it. so I will try to do this from here on out, posting ooc's seperately, then deleting after a while.The more recent ones I will leave up a while longer so everyone has a chance to read.

Kimberly: Good to see you again! Your posts are always worth waiting for!

BLOODY GOOD WRITING, ALL OF YE!

 

[BLACK BART]

Black Bart and Clarrissa, bathing.....

You catch me by surprise, and we fall into the warm water together, our lips still sealed by the kiss. I wrap my arms around you, tenderly, to hold, but not to crush, and twist my body so I am underneath as we slowly sink to the water polished bottom.
As we settle on the bottom, you land astride me, your lithe legs on either side of me, as I gather my legs under me, then push upward. We break the surface of the water, our lips seperating, as I hold your firm bottom in my hands, your legs wrapped around my waist.
"Shiver me timbers, Rissa" I tease you, calling you by a name you only allow your closest friends to use "Do you wish to bathe me, or drown me?"
My enraged sword is demanding, in it's need for you, trapped between our bellies, and I call attention to it.
"Aye, seems all I do is carry you with me, my sweet Rissa, tis a good thing, for I need badly to sheath my sword"
You chuckle in anticipation, as I raise your bouyant body, then lower it onto the tip of my sword. I look into your eyes, seeing the hunger, and at a nod from your chin, release your bottom, and feel you consume me entirely.
We quickly settle into a fast paced rhythm, sensing each others urgent needs, the water making you bouyant, as you move atop me over and over. I throw my head back, and half close my eyes, wanting to feel you pleasure me, but not wanting to miss the erotic sight of your firm, full breasts, sliding against my hard, muscled chest.
"Rissa, I growl urgently,"You must take your pleasure with me, for I wish to see the lady I saw in the treasure room, as she found her release"
I flex my legs, slowly, gently bouncing you, one hand holding you to me, supporting you, the other wrapped in your hair, as I pull your lips to mine, and kiss you again.
I can feel the volcano in my groin building pressure, the need to explode becoming an urgent thing, and I hold back,waiting for you to reach your release also.

 

[Clarrissa]

Black Bart and Clarrissa . . .

Surfacing you tease me your light banter amusing:

{"Do you wish to bathe me, or drown me?"
"Aye, seems all I do is carry you with me, my sweet Rissa, 'tis a good thing, for I need badly to sheath my sword" }

"Carry me around do ye? Well Black I have a mind to drown ye but not in this pool". My head again lowering to feel your mouth against my own. Our tongues play a great battle between us, each match thrust for thrust, parrying and retreating to tease for more. The game sweeter now than any played before, born of friendship and trust, now passion. Feeling your hands caressing my bottom and your thick sword pressed between us I smile in anticipation of this new game.

The playful banter gone now, need replacing it. My throat is tight I can not speak, only nod my consent feeling the tip of you press against me, my body arched to receive you already wet with it's own need. I watch your face, a face I have seen for many years , hard in battle, fierce in anger, now tight with need, the anticipation of release so near. I can not help but marvel at the man I see now before me.

The feel of you entering my tight passage, the pleasure it brings causes me to cry out against you, the fullness you bring reaching to my depths. Feeling you move within me quickly setting the pace, my body is so responsive to you from the pleasure you had already given , my release will be fast met. The treasure you gave to me I would see it returned.

The warm water allowing me the weightless freedom to move I grind harder against you. The slight bouncing of your legs creating deeper thrusts as I ride you to our mutual peaks. Feeling your hands in my hair I arch my neck kissing you back in a deep kiss filling your mouth with the passion I feel. The warmth of your mouth against mine and the heat of you pressed in me sets my blood to boiling. I know I can not hold for long the flood that threatens to engulf me. I long to feel you throb within me as I tilt my hips back and forth against your thickness riding it down to the very core of my body, touching me to my very soul.

{"Rissa, I growl urgently,"You must take your pleasure with me, for I wish to see the lady I saw in the treasure room, as she found her release" }

"Aye, Noire, she is here now in your arms", shuddering against you I feel you swell ready to spill your seed within me.

Our eyes lock the passion and pleasure mirrored in each others. The very second of your release the color of your eyes change, no longer the sharp steel blue, now the deep blue of the ocean ye love so well. You arch against me deeply imbedding yourself, the throbs of your thick sword as you pump your heat into my depths sends me over the edge into my own release, your molten liquid searing it's brand into me, the griping of my muscles milking from you the last of your seed as I rock and shudder against you, soft crys of pleasure escape my lips. The pleasure you bring sets my soul to the wind swirling and dancing carried along like the sails on our ships.

Collapsing against your chest I have no strength left my breath coming in ragged gasps. My mind slowly returns to join my body, the feel of you still pressed within me. "Noire" raising my head and looking deeply into your eyes, "I pray the gods see favor with us and send no mischief this night. I have not the strength to see our defenses met", sighing deeply in contentment I return my head to your chest listening to the heavy beat of your heart, the heat of the water soothing against my body spent now from the pleasure we shared.

I retreat into myself for a time listening to the steady drum of your heart. Not knowing how to approach you with my boone, the favor I would ask seems great in light of what you have already given. Finally resolving in my own mind the best way to approach it. Moving my head to look into your face trying to read your thoughts, I find it difficult to voice what I would say, "Noire, I have know ye many a year now. I have never asked anything of ye although you have always offered your friendship as I have mine. The life we lead is hard, never knowing what tomorrow would bring or how many days we may have left upon this earth. I ask ye now, let us finish our bath and return with me to my apartments, spend this night with me, I would ask no more of ye."

Closing my eyes I lay back on your chest awaiting and afraid at the same time of your reply

 

[Clarrissa]

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[wildxfire]

"Y usted en mina, mi flor" ..."And you in mine, my wildflower"
I reply to my sweet Maria, my passion coming to it's peak, taken there by the sight of her wondrous body arching, stretching as her own peak is found.
I reach for her body as I am overwhelmed, by her love and her response to my body.Gathering her into my arms, I speak soft words of love as we gather our breath, a breif respite from passion.
"My love, there is a terrible force I must deal with, as God as my witness, it threatens not only us, but all who are faithful to Spain and freedom of the seas" I tell her gently, as she looks into my eyes, consuming me with their smokey fire. "I have come to you and this island to secure your release, and stop these pirates from feasting on our shipping lines and our people"
I kiss her upturned face gently, on her forhead, her cheeks, then her lips, as her breasts slow in breathing, recovering from our lovemaking.
"What is it you would have me do, my love" she replies softly "Anything, to help you and to guarntee we will always be together"
I smile a smile of lovers, and holding her close, speak softly for a time, carressing her face at times, still savoring the feelings of our feast on each others bodies.....
"We must be willing to sacrifice everything, to obtain our holy goal, my love. I must first bring a man here, to aid us in our revolution. He must be swayed to our cause at any cost, for without him we will surely fail." I tell her gently, then warn her.
"We must be secretive in our mission, greeting those who are loyal to our cause carefully, so we do not fail."
"LA LIBERTAD ES LA VIDA" I say to my true love, Maria, my voice ringing with the passion of a crusader.
"FREEDOM IS LIFE" she replies, her hands taking mine, her eyes shining with love and the fire of a patriot.


I kiss her hands one by one, then as I release them, reassure her and step back. "Be not afraid of my powers, my love, I use them for the good of all"
I raise my arms, and begin to chant softly, a incantion of magic as a mist begins to gather around me slowly enveloping my body.
A fire begins to glow in my eyes as I gather my powers, calling to the ancient gods...Slowly a second figure begins to join me in the mist, his features slowly taking a solid form....
"Dress quickly, my love and remember we need this mans aid at all costs"

 

[THEBRAT]

Saviour or Devil

I ask my guards if one of them will take a note to Hawke? They ask me why should they do anything to help me after I had broken into Hawke Hall?

I tell them that if I had meant trouble would I have gone in to Hawke Hall unarmed!

 

[BLACK BART]

For the second time of the eve, my eyes behold the unguarded beauty of the lass I have come to think of as 'Rissa, her beauty to me is an inner thing, that which she would not show to all.
Her face relaxes, and I see the young woman that I have come to care for so much, an innocence betrays her, as she gazes through clouded eyes.
My "little death" comes to me suddenly, the force of it making me suddenly weak, and I am glad you have had the foresight to bar the door. I feel your body, warm and vibrant, settle against me, and speak to you in a voice I have not allowed for many years.
"Rissa, me lass, you have given me a pleasure I have not found in any of the ports I have sailed to. Tis a wonder that I have not known you in all the years we have sailed together. A wonder worth waiting for"
I hear your confession of weakness, and wonder at it, for I have seen you take the hearts of two men by yourself, then place my arms around you, supporting you as you rest against my bare chest. I now know what you have shown me is not the "warrior princess", I have known before, but the true woman underneath the facade, and am somehow touched, in a way I have never felt before.
I hear your words, and marvel at them, for you ask of me what I had only dare thought of in my dreams. I realise I need answer, lest you think of my silence as a reply, then with a deep chuckle, say to you.
"Aye, 'Rissa, we need to bathe, and dress, before you allow me the honor of taking you home.
I gather your body, amazed at how small you suddenly appear to be against my 6 foot 8 frame, and carry you to the edge of the pool, where a natural made shelf exists, and the tools of cleaning and barber exist.

 

[Diamondnrough]

Crystal LaPierre

As Elizabeth begins her bath I am truly intrigued, her beauty is great and I can feel her need for Jeremiah is greater, am I to see what truly occurs between a man and a woman when they make love?
Distracted, I realise that Jeremiah has asked me a question

"What, m'dear? have you never seen a man's parts ere this?"

and I reply coyly, "Aye, my lord, I have seen a man's parts, but ne'er as well formed as yours"
I gasp as he carresses my bosum, feeling the gentle strength of his hands, stirring a passion inside of me I have not faced before, then feel the heat in my face, as it reddens from his compliment of my breasts.

Again I am intrigued by his promises of education, and eagerly bend to the task of unleashing his manhood. My hands tremble as I slowly unlace his breechclothes, handling the laces as if it were fresh eggs fresh from a hens belly....

As the laces come undone, a large manshaft begins to appear, and I say with awe and fright in my voice..."My Lord, Do you use this to pleasure your women, or to slay them? I fear you will need more than two of us to satisfy your needs"

I slide his breeches down across his massive, hewed thighs, as he steps out of them, and faces my lady, Elizabeth.....

 

[Clarrissa]

Black Bart and Clarrissa . . .

I lay upon his chest waiting, holding my breath for fear he would not grant me this request. A pirate of the first water to be sure, but I felt sure there was more to the man I now lay upon. Hearing his words, in a voice such as I had not heard from him in all the years of knowing him, I again marveled at the many facets to be found in him.

My heart leapt in my chest as he gave his reply of acceptance. My breath came in a rush, I had been unconsciously holding it. Mentally I chastise myself, "silly fool you are no girl just out of short skirts to be so affected by this man", but I knew again inside I was putting on the mask I wore it was far easier to let no one get too close.

Feeling him move us to the ledge I lifted my head. Perhaps my face could hide my true nature, but my eyes could not. I felt as though he could see into my soul and read me better than any chart of the stars. I closed my eyes to hide myself from him, knowing I had already shown too much but longed to show all.

As you settle us against the shelf I move off your chest. Reluctantly I let your now softening member slip from my body. I again marveled at how good you feel to me. Standing before you I moved around and up the steps. In a voice still husky from my pleasure, "Sit here before me", motioning to the step below myself, ' I shall wash your hair and then have the mind to shave you".

Catching the raised brow you give, I feel the need to lighten the mood. "Do not fret at me, I am not of a mind to cut you this night at least not much." I couldn't help the saucy grin, you know now I would tease you to your grave. Reaching for the soft crock of soap upon the ledge I hold it to my nose, sandal wood, bergamot and valerian, not my warm honey and vanilla scent but it would do for cleaning. Scooping some out of the crock I rubbed it into a rich later before applying it to the silky black strands before me.

"For a pirate of the first water you have the hair of a sultan", I mused more to myself than to him. The feel of your hair in my hands rubbing, the soap into your scalp, trailing the suds down it's long glorious length, I know it immediately, I want you again. My mind fought what my body told it, would I never get enough of you? I am no harlot to spread my legs at a whim. No 'twas not lust I was feeling. The reality hits me like a broadsword in the chest yet I would not , could not, give credence to it.

Finishing your hair I give you a push on the shoulder, "go rinse for me'. Feeling you move into the water and submerge below I take up more soap and apply it to my own hair. The lather feeling good, washing the salt from the sea out of it brings out the shine and it's silky texture. You surface before me and the grin on your face melts my heart. Your look tells me I look a fright, some god awful sea creature covered in bubbles and suds clinging to my body like some unearthly tentacles.

Grinning back, "Sit here I will be back to shave you" Diving low into the water I swim to the other edge of the pool and back allowing the swirling water to wash clean my hair of the soap. Swimming up between your legs I gently brush up against the now relaxed sword that pleasured me so well. Teasingly now I take it in my mouth and suckle gently, catching you by surprise I feel your body tense. Surfacing in front of you I can not help but laugh at the look on your face. "`t would seem I always catch you in the unawares", I cant hide the mirth in my voice.

Moving up to sit astride you upon your lap I reach for the shaving tools. Carefully I sharpen the razor upon the stone. Setting that aside I pick up a pair of small sheers and proceed to trim away much of the bulk of your scraggy face hairs. That done I reach for the cup applying some soap to the bottom I work it into a rich lather with the horsehair brush. Working the soap well into your face hairs I set down the cup and again retrieve the razor.

I can see slight concern in your eyes. You know I would not intentionally hurt you but . . . "Fear not Noire, I am most skilled , I did this chore for my Grandfather when he became too old to do it for himself". I close my eyes as if in pain. Damn it to hell, I curse my own blasted tongue, I let slip past parts of myself I dare not share. Opening my eyes I can see the concern on your face. I force a smile but you can see right though me damn it.

Setting my mind to the task I make sort work of the hair on your face. Taking a small cloth, dipping it to the water I wash away the suds from your face showing my handy work. Removing the hair showed the scar on your left cheek, my fingers move to caress it of their own accord. A more hansome face I had not seen. Again I must get a grip on my thoughts.

Moving off your lap I rinse the razor and other tools cleaning them before putting them away. Doing these chores help clear my mind and where my thoughts keep leading back to. Handing you a small sea sponge I take one myself. "Here move your hair, I shall wash your back and you do mine", soft smile on my face. Both of our backs washed I proceed to wash my body.

Standing upon the step in front of you I lather my sponge well. The soap clings to my skin, the bubbles start a slow decent along my skin to meet and gather in the soft curls at the juncture of my thighs. I lather my breasts gently moving across my nipples, a glob of soap clings to one begging for you to remove it. I concentrate on my washing though I feel your eyes on me I dare not look. I can not mask what I feel .

I twist slightly at the waist to wash my soft cheeks behind and then raise a leg to do my calf and foot, switching sides I do the other finally moving the sponge to the soft curls between my legs I swirl it around and then between the soft folds of skin there. I know you watch me, the heat of your gaze burns my skin. Finally I raise my head and see you watching me. I can not read your thoughts.

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

I watch unafraid as my love is swallowed in the mist. He has promised to return to me....and we shall be together always. Such a joy is all a woman in love needs to know. But he also has need of me, he has asked my help and I will not fail him.

"LA LIBERTAD ES LA VIDA," I whisper to myself.

Si, Antonio, I will not let you down.

As he fades into the mist, I turn to find a scarlet dressing gown laid out for me. I smile to myself as I stroke the soft velvet and caress the lace. Antonio always had wanted to see me in such beautiful things. Quickly, I draw the dressing gown over my body, catching my breath at the softness that is almost like a lover's touch. I walk to a mirror, and the reflection looking back is that of a woman who is deeply in love. I smile at her. Only she knows the passions that rule my heart....she is the only other one who understands and knows my Antonio.

I quickly brush my long black hair so that it shimmers as silk down my back. My eyes, dark with passion, blaze back at me in the mirror. My lips, slightly fuller and more red from the attentions of Antonio. I resist the urge to touch my body in the places where he did. He will be back soon enough.

Turning back towards the room, I see that Antonio has vanished entirely. But there, in the middle of the room, looking quite frightened stands a man. I come within his sight, and when he sees me I notice that he catches his breath.

He is neither young nor old, but of an age that is attractive to women. His hair is dark and slightly curled, his eyes almost as dark as mine. His face is clean-shaven, and his form, though not the muscular body of a fighter, is still trim. Something about this man brings a certain familiarity to my mind, but it is as if in a mist....far away and unrecognizable. It is of little concern to me now.

I walk up to this man, and taking his hand, lead him to a table where wine has been prepared. I feel him tremble at my touch, but this I am used to. I smile at him, wanting to make him feel at ease.

"My name is Maria Elena LaPierre, Senor. May I invite you to share a glass of wine with me?"

He nods his acceptance through stunned eyes, and smiling I pour us both a glass of the deep red wine. I hand him his glass, looking carefully at him.

"There is no need to be frightened, Senor. You have been brought here because you are very valuable to my Antonio. He has high regard for you, and therefore, so do I. Shall we offer up a toast, Senor? To Espana, that she may always be great and deserving of noble praise!"

Lifting my glass, I take a sip, watching this man very carefully.

"Senor, forgive me, but I see that you are very nervous. There is no need to be. Do I look as though I could hurt anyone? As though I would want to?"

The man in front of me shakes his head, and I smile coyly at him.

"Bueno. Now, come and let us take a seat and get to know each other a little better, si?"

I lead him over to a bed and sit down. The man remains standing...staring first at me and then the bed and then back to me. My full lips slowly slip into a smile....

"So. Have you never been with a woman before, Padre Marco?"

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I glance at Elizabeth with a grin. This young Crystal has wit, and that more oft than not means she has imagination as well. Mayhap she will be of greater delight than either Elizabeth or I imagined at the first.

I reply to the young virgin, "Well, as you can see, my sister for one is in excellent health and she has more than once sheathed this sword. As for needing more than two of you to satisfy my desires..."

I laugh, "Of a certes, you've not seen Elizabeth in the full flush of her passion as yet. And," I say with a slow, sly smile, "I sense perhaps you are of such a natural curiosity and desire for adventure as to be able to give as well as you get."

I lead Crystal to the tub and lend her a hand into the tub. I follow, letting her watch as I slowly descend into the water.

I take Elizabeth's hand in mine and kiss it, palm and wrist, my tongue lightly flickering over the sensitive skin.

"Sister, you do look as if you might enjoy a bit of attention from the two of us, yes?"

At her assent, I take the bowl of soft, sudsy soap at the edge of the tub and float it on the water. I scoop some of the slick froth into my hand and gesture to Crystal.

"You and I shall first bathe my sister," I say. "Then, we shall see what develops."

I watch as Crystal hesitantly takes some of the soap onto her own hands. Then, I begin to caress the lather onto Elizabeth on her right, slowly stroking it along her shoulders. Her flesh is smooth beneath my hands. I kiss my sister tenderly upon her cheek, and then, upon her throat, where I nip just slightly as my hands glide to her breasts, moving in a light circular motion along her ripe fullness, moving inexorably towards her nipple, which I tease with the tip of my finger into eagerness as she sighs. Cupping her breast fully in one hand, I squeeze the flesh taut as I continue to lather her...my hand moving along the sleekness of Elizabeth's silken belly to her navel, then flowing slowly along her hip and up her back. Her warmth is exciting my cock into exquisite throbbing...I draw my hand in a slow weave along her spine to her ass, caressing her tight buttock.

Crystal moves to Elizabeth's left and begins her ministrations to my sister there.

 

[Diamondnrough]

Crystal LaPierre

Tentavely I take the sweet smelling foam in my hands, a mixture of scents that plays with my senses, creating a cloying combination that makes me want more...I dab a small amount on Elizabeths shoulder, shyly looking at her and Jeremiah for approval, then gather courage and rub more of it onto her silky skin, watching it slowly spread downward, across her upturned, full breast and nipple.
Without thinking I dip my hand to bring the soapy bubbles back to her shoulder, and gasp as I touch her breast, then her nipple as I pull back. Quickly I pull back and see her face, a smile playing across her lips as she looks at me encouraging me I think.
I have never lay with a man, and yet tonight, find myself with not only a man, but a woman of such grace and beauty I had only seen in glimpses passing by in the royal carriages of Madrid.
Enraptured I press myself into this welcome task, eager to please them both and reach for a small natural sea sponge, I lift her arm gently, and rub the soap laden sponge across her skin, softly as if carressing her.
Bravely I press it against her breast, my face turned downward, concentrating on her body as I wash her. My eyes widen as the sponge crosses her nipple, seeing it grow in response to it's soapy touch.
As I lower my sponge and hand to her belly I glance upward, and see her enraptured face, tilting slightly back, showing her long graceful neck as she responds to our ministrations. I feel her passion rising, and unconciously so does mine and without thinking I lean forward and kiss her neck softly.
"Forgive me my lady, my lord" I stammer in fear, realising the brazen move I have just made "I know not what I have done, or what has overcome me!!!"

By touching and kissing her body, my body betrays me, despite the fear I suddenly have at the reprisal for touching Elizabeth out of turn...My mind drifts back to earlier years as a child, when playing with my sister, a year older than I, as we expored our bodies and each others, giggling like the school girls we were, as we dreamt of what it would be like our first time.....I had never dreamt it would be like this!

 

[Clarrissa]

Father Marco

The sounds from outside my room only fuel my lack of faith. I have spent hours praying and still find no relief from this torment. Finally I manage to fall asleep for what seems like only seconds before I am again awakened.

Being roused from my bed and handed my robes I am taken to a well furnished apartment. Trying to gather some of my wits about me, the sleep still in my eyes.

The Spanish dancer who was to please me now stands before me, dressed as a Lady should be.
What strange games are these Hawkes playing now, I can not discern. I pray God will see me through this, whatever devilish design the Hawkes have I will not be a party too.

Accepting the glass of wine my eyes dart around the room. I choose to remain standing since I do not feel comfortable in such intimate surroundings.

Maria Elena. . . So she has a name and a lovely name it is. She has mentioned Antonio I do not know any such person.

"My dear child I am sorry I do not know of your Antonio, however I am happy to see you have survived this ordeal at least somewhat better than the good sisters have".

My mind wanders as I take in the beauty of her, her soft hair and eyes. The question she asks, how to answer such a personal question.
"My dear child I took my vows at a young age, It is not permitted for a priest to view the body of a woman, It would be a sin against God, surely you must know this?"