Hawkes of the Sea: a pirate fantasy

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

I chuckle, but kindly, at Crystal's hesitancy, her tentative first touches upon Elizabeth as my own hands roam along the soapy slickness of my sisters body, caressing her back and belly, cupping and squeezing her buttocks. Yet, the young woman does not hesitate long, but falls to her task with a sinuous grace and eagerness.

Indeed, I am not surprised. I've yet to know of any man or woman for that matter who could resist Elizabeth's charms.

Crystal surprises me, though, when she leans over to kiss Elizabeth on the throat. My sister purrs with pleasure. Crystal moves back, looking fearful as I pour water over Elizabeth, delighting in the glimmer of candlelight upon her glistening skin.

"Nay, little dove," I say to Crystal. "You've done naught wrong. Rather, you are doing very much what is right, letting your natural inclinations cast away those silly false conventionalities only the fearful and lack luster cling to without thought."

I take Elizabeth's hand and stand her up, her breasts rising above the water followed by her torso, dripping with water and I am again reminded of aphrodite arising from the sea. I motion for Crystal to join us, and she moves forward to Elizabeth's other side.

"Learn what it is to feel the silken skin flow beneath your lips, to lay your tongue upon quivering flesh knowing the delight of such a moist, hot lash. Kiss Elizabeth as you yourself would be kissed and careesed...Taste the full sweetness of forbidden desires."

I take Crystal's hands and place them upon Elizabeth at her breasts. Putting my own hands upon her other breast, I kiss Elizabeth behind the ear, lightly sucking and nipping at her earlobe. Her skin is so very sweet to my taste as my lips and tongue roam her throat. Crystal, I notice is beginning to lose her inhibitions as she at first pecks, then begins kissing as I do on Elizabeth's other side.

Our hands explore Elizabeth's body, slowly, as she writhes in delight beneath our attentions. My lips kiss Elizabeth's throat, moving slowly toward her full, sensitive breasts. Crystal does the same. Together, we lick and nip at Elizabeth's breasts. I reach over and put my hand in Crystal's hair and draw her lips to mine. Crystal's lips part just a little, but I thrust them apart with my own long, thick tongue, sinuously sliding into her mouth. Her little tongue is sharp and exciting, dancing and drawing back in a teasing game of tag with mine.

I cup one of Crystal's breasts with one hand while my other continues to tease along Elizabeth's back and buttocks, softly storking from time to time between the crevice of those perfect mounds. My hand on Crystal caresses, my thumb and forefinger finding her nipple and rolling it slowly between them, drawing her breath sharply, her pert bud into eager ripeness.

Moving from our kiss, I move my lips back to Elizabeth's breasts. Crystal's eyes glow as she does the same to my sister's other breast. Together we are suckling, licking, nipping at Elizabeth's breasts. I catch Crystal's hand near mine on Elizabeth's belly.

I draw Crystal's fingers downward to the thick patch of Elizabeth's glory. She tries to jerk away, but I hold her firm. Carefully, I guide her fingers to my sister's cunt, making her touch and stroke the swelling moistness as we both continue to kiss and taste Elizabeth's flushed and heaving globes.

Slowly, Crystal begins to get the idea. In truth, I suspect she has on more than one occasion in the dark loneliness of her bedroom similarly explored her own passion's flower. She and I, together, begin to caress Elizabeth's cunt, stroking her outer lips, one teasing her hardening clitoris while the other probes deep within my sister's womb. Elizabeth is trembling with the sheer pleasure of the two mouths, the four hands upon her. And her pleasure is causing my cock to harden even more.

I decide then, to continue our little toy's education, and begin to kiss along my sister's belly, moving closer to the juncture of her thighs. I feel Crystal's hand slowing, again hesitating.

My lips brush against Elizabeth's engorged cunt. She lets out a moan as I dart my tongue along the crease between her outer and inner lips. I look up at Crystal, and gesture with my finger. Slowly, very slowly, she kneels as we lay Elizabeth back onto the thick carpet of the floor beside the tub, her legs spreading, inviting Crystal and I to the feast.

 

[BLACK BART]

I sit and watch my 'Rissa, as she makes busy, her actions that of a lass taking care of her mate. Aye she makes light of her inner intentions, but tis obvious to me what she cannot yet admit to herself.
Her ministration to me are most pleasing, her strong fine hands causing a chill to rise in me, despite the heat of the pool which we sit nearby....
"Wash me hair, shave me" I hear, and respond with an eyebrow raised, then wondering to myself, "Aye, and why not, tis time" (I have not removed my facial hair since joining my Captain Hawke, so many adventuress years before, the need to hide my true self no longer gives me fear)
As my 'Rissa begins her care of me, I ponder, thinking back of the times I had wished things would be just so, as they are now, of how I longed for my own mate, as I watched her grow thru the years...
She breaks my private thoughts, ordering me as if she owned me, a thought that does not offend me, to return to the water.
I respond gladly, leaping into my home, the water that has given me so much, and swim as a porpoise would, cutting quickly thru the warm current several times, before returning to her.
As I part the surface I gaze at her face, and the changes she has suddenly made, a Medusa she resembles I tease, but a very desirable one I might add. Suddenly she too returns to the water and I admire her lithesome figure as she swims rapidly to the far side of the cavern and back to me.
'Rissa's taunts of cutting me make me smile as a baboon, her saucy smile, like that of a working tavern wench, only rise my desire for her. I see how she hides her eyes from me, the doors to her inner soul, which she has given only me the key...
Again I see her eyes and she hides them, busying herself about my face, removing my mask of hair, and then hear what she tries to hide, a confession of herself..
As she tidies her tools, trying to hide her desires, I begin to form a plan, and as I concentrate, my brow furrows, creating the beginning of my battle face....She wishes to hide that what is evident to me, that which she must face, in order for us to survive, as we bathe each other as we do on the sea, a mechanical thing of necessity that does not fail to have its effect on me as I scrub her backside...
As if sensing my rising desire for her she steps back and completes her bathing, giving me a most wondrous view as she tends to her intimate spots, her body twisting and and turning, displaying her facets.
Rising I approach her, my face of that of an impish elf, up to no good. “You make a sight, wondrous to my eyes, one that brings my blood to a boil”
I kiss your lips as you rise, then stand back and tell you.

“But time is of late, we must go..if we wish to reach your apartments before the storm that approaches, Come I will pick out a set of clothes, appropriate for you, as my lady”

I walk over to the door and unbar it, and walk into the room where the plunders are stored, from the piles of furs and clothing I pick out a fine dress, cut by the finest French tailor, a forest green color of the finest cloth, with a neckline that reveals only enough to hang a necklace. I find a set of shoes, imbedded with small emeralds for your feet, and a set of stockings, a dark crème color.
Before me are treasures beyond value, from across the seas, and I reach into them, pulling out a well made, golden necklace, woven into a thread. From my ear I remove my ring, that I have wore since swearing my faith to the Hawkes, as a pirate.
“I will tell my Captain I have taken my share of the loot, I have traded these clothes and this necklace for it” I tell you as I walk over to you, offering you the clothes, holding the necklace back. I turn and bar the door, so you may dress in privacy.
“I would make two requests, as we leave these rooms, let our mates see you as my “Rissa, as the woman you are, not the pirate you have to be, for tonight we will be as lovers, till the morrow comes” I lift the necklace for you to see, as you take the clothes.
“Wear this from me, if you see fit, it is of my person, a thing which speaks of my pledge of faith to those I hold dear”
On the fine woven, gold thread hangs my earring, a figure of two people entwined in each others arms, all I had left of my past, I offer to you.
I turn and dress, pulling on my breeches, then turn to see if you are satisfied with my choices, or see fit to honor my requests….

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

When Padre Marco states he does not know Antonio, I smile deeply and allow myself to sink back on to the bed, supported by one arm.

"Padre, Jose Miguel Antonio Delgado has secured your release from the cell in which you were kept. A part of him is there, in the form of yourself, so as not to attract attention that you are missing. Antonio Delgado comes from one of the finest families in Spain. He is the youngest son of General Delgado - a man I can see you are familar with.

"Antonio does not like the way that the British bastards are robbing and stealing from Spanish ships. After all, I would think you would agree, that the items looted belong to the Spanish peoples - not to this horde of thieves!

"Antonio has.....plans, that may very well involve you, should you wish to be invovled. Of course, if you wish to be returned to the Hawkes' that can be arranged. However, you will be returned to them a dead man. I'm sure you would understand why? A man subject to the whip of the evil one would surely reveal any secrets told to him."

I get up and pour myself and the good padre another glass of wine, looking him deeply in the eyes.

"It is your choice, Padre. Choose death or choose life - LA LIBERTAD ES EN VIDA. However, I can make your decision a very sweet and easy one to make...."

Laughing at his questioning look, I drain my glass of wine, and walk towards him. I stand behind his still form, pressing my body against his, as I whisper in his ear.

"Have you never seen a woman naked, Padre? A woman lush in her desire for you?"

Running my hands along his back, up to his shoulders, then down to his lower back, I continue.

"Have you never experienced the exquisite beauty of a woman desirous of you? How her firm breasts will yield to your hand? How her nipples will harden with your touch....with your tongue? Have you never gazed upon a woman's firm taut belly? And have you never seen that secret triangle that can bring such pleasure to a man? Have you never experienced the sweet honey that can pour forth from her body as her desire for you builds?"

I move to his side, pressing my breasts against his arm, and running my hand lightly along his face. Beads of sweat have appeared on his forehead. I smile....

"Oh, senor, can you truly deny your manhood so easily? Can you pretend that, right now, that most tender part of you is not hardening? Preparing itself for the pleasure that only a woman can bring to it?"

"Senor, let us not forget, when you were staked at the order of the Hawkes, your member had alreday started to swell, even at the mention of my mouth on it. I can make that happen for you now, if you wish. Relieve the torment you are feeling, eh?"

My hand slides down the front of him, and a smile appears on my face as my hand discovers that, in fact, the good Padre's manhood is certainly fully erect. Coming around in front of him, I wrap my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed tight against him, and my belly pressing against his firm desire.

"Senor, did not your God make woman to satisfy a man's desire? And are you not a man? Then follow God's command to take your satisfaction....isn't that what God ordained?"

Smiling, I look up, lips parted and kiss him with passion. He does not respond, but I know he will eventually. Deepening my smile, allowing my eyes to burn with passion, I step back and open my gown. I watch as his eyes take in the firm, roundness of my breasts, with nipples already hardened, the smooth tightness of my belly, and the black patch of hair, already glistening with desire.

"Can there truly be sin in looking upon this, Senor? My body was made for your pleasure....take it."

I come to him again, and with one hand reaching up, I pull him to me in a kiss. With my other hand, I stroke his already stiff and throbbing member.

 

[Clarrissa]

Black Bart and Clarrissa . . .

The sight of you rising from the water before me pulls at the strings of my heart. Your grin that of a child up to mischief gives me pause and I can not help but smile back. Such a handsome face, why would a man hide such a face behind a scraggly mat of hair? You could charm Lucifer to doing your bidding with that smile. The sight of your muscular body, so strong it is frightening and so gentle I could lay like a babe in your arms, sets my heart to pounding heavy in my chest. The gentle kiss you give makes me long for more the ache building to need again.

I glance down to hide my eyes and return to the water to rinse the last of the soap. Picking up towel on the bench by the door I wrap my hair and body to dry it. I follow you into the treasure room only half hearing your words, aye the thunder marks the storm that approaches. We must make haste.

Watching I can not believe what I see, you picking out the most lovely gown, the shade of green I would have chosen myself, stockings and slippers with little emeralds. You hand them to me saying you will trade your share of the loot for these items. I am so overcome with emotion I can not breath. A gift to me, I tremble, my heart is beating so hard now it will shatter the walls of my chest. I look lovingly at the gift knowing it came from you, knowing you wanted me dressed as a lady should be dressed. You ask me to be your Lady this night, I could not deny you if my very life depended upon it.

Since that fateful night so many years ago that now it seems like another lifetime, I swore I would never cry again, I vowed then to never allow another to become that close. I stand holding the chain you have given me with the small ring dangling brightly, I watched as you pulled it from your ear. The sight of two lovers intertwined causes the tears well up in my eyes blinding me, I cannot hold them back as I press the small ring to my lips. This small ring has more value to me than all the treasures in this room combine. Whatever the cost tonight I will be your Lady, but I can not lie to myself anymore, that which I feel will be made known.

Carefully I set down the chain as if it were made of porcelain and would shatter in my grasp. Rummaging through the pile of clothes I find a silk chemise the soft cream of my stockings and a satin garter belt. I quickly dry myself and don the chemise, sliding the soft silk over my head. Carefully I set the stockings to their place and attach them to the garter. Setting my small feet into the slippers I am amazed that they fit so well as if the had been made for me.

The gown was made for a princess, soft silk brocade, the shade of a dark wild forest. I pull the gown over my head settling it lightly upon my hips. The small cap sleeves that fit off the shoulders showing the soft curves of my shoulders and the slight swell of my breasts just above the neck line. The soft silk under skirts rustle against my legs, I can not reach the laces, my Noire will have to do that for me.

I quickly pull the towel from my hair and press the water from it as best I can. Spying a large silver platter I spin it over into a make shift looking glass. In the piles of treasures I find two small hair combs made of ivory with small pearls imbedded. I run my fingers through my tresses to smooth it as best I can and then coil it into a twist leaving a few tendrils hanging about my neck. Using the combs I pin up my hair. I shall take these few things as my share, the treasure given me this night could never be found in this room.

Standing looking in the make shift mirror the memories come flooding back. I can not stop their assault. The night of my coming out ball, a girl of 16 years, the beautiful green silk gown, the lights, the music. That fateful night when my virtue was stolen by a selfish act of betrayal. I close my eyes tightly and grip the edge of the shelf to steady myself the pain flooding back as if it were just yesterday. Opening my eyes I no longer see that naive girl but a woman, a Lady, who will give all she has to protect this night as if it were her last.

Turning back I face you now, my eyes no longer guarded, you will read for yourself what is there. " I needed a chemise ,garter and the combs, they shall be from my share". Smiling into your eyes I pick up the chain and hold it out to you, "my Noire, please put this on for me and do up my laces, your Lady awaits your pleasure."

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Sister Therese

I clear my throat and call, “Guard!” He flinches, looks around, and then sees my face at the small opening. Frowning, he comes up to the door.

“Yes, Sister?” I was right. He is wary, but definitely respectful.

“I must ask you something,” I say. “I hope you will listen to me.”

His brow creases in a frown. “What is it, Sister?”

“I ask you to unlock that door and set me free.” My heart is pounding in my throat. “And set my fellow captives free as well.”

The guard stares at me as if I have asked him to fly to the moon by flapping his arms. “Set ye free?” he says at last. “Set ye free? Are ye mad, Sister? I can’t do that!”

I stare directly into his eyes, trying to summon as much authority as possible. This is not easy, especially since I am so young and he appears to be around my age. “Were you raised in the Holy Church, lad?”

He breaks eye contact and shuffles his feet. “Yes,” he mutters, as if admitting to a shameful secret.

“You were?”

He raises his head and looks at me again. His face is very red. “Aye,” he says. “My mum, God rest her soul, took me to early Mass every morning. D’ye think that strange, Sister?” In his face I can see something of the little boy he once was, and some affection for him begins to stir in my breast. Quickly I have to remind myself that this young man is an outlaw – a robber, probably a rapist, and almost certainly a murderer. I do not doubt that there is a rendezvous with the gallows in his future, but I can still sense that core of decency within him. I must appeal to that core if I am to persuade him to free me.

“It does not seem strange to me at all, my lad,” I reply. “May I ask your name?”

“Patrick.” He does not volunteer a last name and I do not ask for it.

“Patrick. That is a nice name.” He shuffles his feet but does not answer. “Patrick, you do know that your mother is watching you from heaven, yes?”

He grimaces as if pained and quickly turns away. “My mother is in the ground. She sees nothing.” He turns back to me, his face redder than ever, looking almost angry. “And there is no heaven, nor any hell, other than what we create here on earth.” Something in his tone of voice suggests that this thought is not original with him, that he has learnt it by rote.

“Is that what Captain Hawke told you?” I ask.

“Aye, he told me that, so he did,” he says, his eyes as hard as daggers. “Ye think to drive a wedge between the Cap’n and me? It will not work, Sister. If the Cap’n says it, ‘tis good enough for me. I will never disobey him.”

“And yet to obey him is to allow the ravishment and perhaps murder of innocents. You know this, Patrick. And you know that it is wrong. This is your chance to stop it.”

Patrick snorts. “My chance to dance with Black Bart’s Lady of Death, ye mean.”

“Your chance to do the right thing,” I reply. “Regardless of the consequences to you.” I hold his gaze with my own, willing him to see things my way.

Patrick nods slowly. “I admit it: I fear the wrath of the Hawkes. Ye have seen how Cap’n Jeremiah treats those who cross him. The walk of mercy is but one of his favorite punishments. But I am not only afraid for my own skin. Escape is risky for ye, too.”

“I would take those risks,” I reply.

“Then pardon me for saying this, Sister, but ye’d be a fool.” He looks almost apologetic as he says it.

I don’t respond, just continue staring at Patrick. Finally he throws up his hands in exasperation. “What would ye have me do, Sister? Send the lot of ye out to sea in a rowboat, to die of hunger and thirst and exposure? Ye know nothing of the ways of the sea. The dangers are too great, even for experienced sailors.”

“And if we took an experienced sailor with us?” I say. “You, for instance?”

Patrick blinks at me, then shakes his head. “No, Sister. Absolutely not. Freeing ye would be bad enough, but desertion would be a far worse betrayal. No, Sister, this is madness. Speak no more of this.”

I sigh, realizing that there is no point in pursuing this further.

The near-apologetic expression is back on his face. “Sister,” he says. His voice is low, kindly. “Ye must abandon this notion of escape. Because the Hawkes will not be content to let ye go. They sees ye as their property, so they do. Everything on this island belongs to them. They will come after ye, and they will find ye.” He shakes his head, fear in his eyes. “Aye, no matter where ye hide, they’ll find ye.”

But he is talking to the door. I have already turned away, and thrown myself onto the narrow bed. I bury my face in the pillow and weep, my heart so full of fear and frustration that it must surely break.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

Elizabeth rises unsteadily to her feet, seeking support on the bed. She reaches out and catches Crystal's head, drawing the young woman's mouth between her thighs. I smile, knowing what a sweet yet tangy elixir flows from my sister. I also can guess what she wishes from me, for we have played this game before.

I stand behind Elizabeth, letting her body mold against mine, my hard scepter pressing lengthwise between her firm fleshed buttocks. I caress her, slowly, my long fingers stroking along her shoulders, her breasts, her belly, as my lips nip and kiss the nape of her neck. My mouth slowly descends along her spine, my tongue slithering like a snake over her spine. Occasionally, upon her skin moist with my saliva, I draw in a breath, sending a small chill into her...

My lips come to her arse, and for a moment, I must merely cup and look at those perfectly shaped mounds, quivering with the attention Crystal's nimble young tongue is providing to my sister's quim. I let my lips rest at the top of the valley between Elizabeth's buttocks, then begin to kiss them.

Lightly, barely brushing with my mustached and bearded lips, I tease the sensitive skin before me, ignoring not that particularly tender part just beneath each buttock. Round and round I go, verily like a mayflower dance, coming closer, ever closer to my sister's dark rosette.

As I kiss Elizabeth, my hands move between her legs, finding Crystal's breasts. I knead them gently as a patry chef might create dough for a flaky crust. Though, of a certes, no chef ever so enjoyed the rolling and pinching, the pressing of fingers and thumb into those deep nerves around such pert and eager nipples. Truly, this delightful young woman has wondrous breasts, so sensitive to the touch she quivers with each touch, yet so ripe a man might gorge himself on their texture and firmness.

My mouth once again moves to the top of Elizabeth's ass. I feel her lean backward a bit, opening herself. My tongue draws a long slow bead along the very center of her spicy anus. She gasps, clutching at Crystal and drawing the young woman closer to her cunt as she thrusts her hips backwards towards me.

I let one of my hands slowly slide along Crystal's body, finding the dense foliage of tight curls which guards her womanly grotto.
My other hand moves up Elizabeth's leg to take firm hold of one buttock, spreading it further that I might sample ever more fully the spicy taste of her dark fruit.

My fingers on Crystal languidly trace the outline of her pubis, my palm resting against that soft, fleshy mound above her puss, massaging slightly, my fingers dangling like spider legs over her moist opening. I can feel her responding more and more, writhing, softly sighing as she continues to drink from the well of my sister's cunt. I spread her outer lips with two fingers, whilst a third teases open her innter lips, moves slowly upward, teasingly, then just with the lightest touches, stroking up and then back down the length of Crystal's quivering clitorial bud, truly the flower of the gods.

My tongue, meanstwhile, is tasting the very rim above the tight, hot abyss of my sister's anus. It's warm, earthy aroma is causing my balls to feel as if they are swollen, my cock to impatiently throb. But, I am the master of my body, and sooth, I enjoy this special delight for my sister and I.

My lips kiss, lightly suck, my tongue playing ever closer to her tight, dark aft porthole. My tongue darts in, just the tip...once, twice, thrice...then, slowly, very slowly, I slither into her, twisting my tongue as might a snake upon venturing into its home. I do not merely thrust, no, but with a gourmet's wisdom, I taste with tongue moving around within my sweet, my spicy sister.

My fingers upon Crystal are wet with her juices as I continue to stroke her, one side, then the other, finding those special little places that make her tremble beneath my touch, and paying special attention to them. Sooth, this woman-child is passion incarnate indeed as she writhes within my hand, her eager inner lips as if alive themselves suckling at my fingers. I press deeper, deeper, then discover, yes, indeed she is a virgin as I encounter her hymen...

I return to caressing her with my fingers, but press not too deeply. No, when I take this sweet wench's special cherry, I will do so in such a way as we both will savor even as I am savoring the taste of Elizabeth's anus with lip and tongue,

 

[Kimberly]

For a virgin, Crystal is a quick learner. I love the way her tongue licks and probes my pussy. I grab her head and push her face into it trying to fit her face into my pussy. Then I feel my brother's tongue probing and licking my anus. Oh how much I love that. I cannot wait to feel his hard cock in me, too feel his seed explode into me. The thought brings a moan from me and that makes both Crystal and Jeremiah lick and suck hard on me. Their assult on me bringing me close to an orgasm. I push Crystal's face hard into me and thrust my ass back against my brother's face as I explode all over Crystal's face and tongue. I scream out in pleasure. I move away from both and look at my brother lust in my eyes.

"My dear brother Jeremiah.....Will thee not sheath that sword of yours in either one of my scabbards? It will make your de-flowering of the virgin, more enjoyable for both you and her."

 

[sojournerwolf]

Jeremiah Hawke

Crystal rolls over, dazed, I do believe at the sheer power of my sister's orgasm, and that she had a part in drawing that explosion out of her.

I take Elizabeth in my arms and kiss her, long and slow, our tongues writhing together as in some slow and intricate dance as I caress her, drawing my finger nails lightly along her skin. My hard cock throbs against her belly, the moistness of her pleasure seeping onto my sac of jewels.

"Indeed, methinks you are most correct in that, dear sister," i whisper in her ear. A thought occurs to me that causes me to grin, and nip at Elizabeth's earlobe. "Would you like a taste of that virgin wine, Elizabeth, for the Good Book says new wine can get you drunk faster than old."

Elizabeth laughs goes to all fours with her strong and supple thighs straddling Crystal's face while she hovers above the fresh and tender twat of our evening's guest.

I put pillows beneath Crystal's head, saying to her.

"You have done well, little flower. I am most gratified you have given such pleasure to dear Elizabeth. For had you not pl3eased her, then perhaps we might have needed to motivate you.

"As 'tis, I do suspect you have likewise known what it is to drink the wine of passion, and found it savory. Now, let us see if your nimble tongue and clever lips can please two as well as one. For this propping of pillows may give you comfort and support for doing just that...and your reward...ah, I have known the intimate kiss of my sister, and so, too, shall you be so blessed."

Moving behind Elizabeth, I draw apart her still swollen blossom and move into her, slowly, gradually, bit by bit, The inner walls of her grotto still quiver in the aftermath of her pleasure, moving over my engorged prong like gentle waves. Her heat is, as always, incredible, seeping deep into my very being.

Long, long do I enter Elizabeth, my two span pride thick as the length of a man's thumb, stretching her and at the same time, feeling her quim accomodate me, draw me eagerly into her body.

"Sweet puss," cry I aloud, "verily, you could make a sinner of a saint, and cause this sinner to wish for the very fires of hell if he could but enter them by this gate."

At last, my pubis rests agains Elizabeth's ass as I fill her cunt with my pusating prick, my scrotum swinging gently to bump into her clitoris. I move my hips in a circular motion, feeling the thrill of her velvet over steel vise upon me. We fit together so well, do Elizabeth and I, her channel narrow but long enough to easily accept all of me. Her moan of delight vibrates even through my dick, into my chest to be released as a powerful sigh.

I watch as Elizabeth glances over her shoulder with a grin, then dips her head towards the Crystal's virgin spring. I feel the young woman's breath upon my balls at the first touch of my sister's tongue upon her. Then, eagerly, her lips and tongue seek both Elizabeth and I where we are joined, and I begin moving in and out of Elizabeth, a mighty struggle indeed to withdraw enough to thrust home again against my sister's well honed pussy muscles....yet, I move in and out of her, drawing out until only the tip of my cock is within her, then pushing in again, while Crystal does taste us both.

 

[BadForm]

Monique Papin: Falling To Earth

Half-blind I do not see the approaching abyss until the last second. The Spaniard's body disappears into the blackness as we roll, but his hand grabs my arm. Then I see the depth of the fall. I jam my foot hard against a tree root, hoping to halt us both, but his weight and our momentum carries my body over in an arc. I twist and spin as a cat, but cannot stop, cannot get a firm grasp. And so, the earth claims us both.

OOC: Yeah, short - sorry - but it keeps us moving (heh, too fast). Over to you Inkubus.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Amanda Lancaster

As I sit here in the center of the village, I looked around to see that most of the pirates and their captives have retired to various buildings. I fear for my peers knowing that devious acts are being performed upon their bodies and souls. Although an onlooker may not agree with me, I feel that I have been spared. I am once again grateful that I have not been defamed in body or spirit.

I notice a guard nearing my prison. He is an attractive young man. His face does not reflect the rage and gile of the captains. Maybe he is not so depraved a man as Jeremiah. Might he be more influenced by my charms? I wonder.

"Pardon me, Sir. I wonder if you would mind obliging me a small favor. I ask only that I may have accomodations more fitting of my social position. I am in desperate need of a bath and a more comfortable resting spot. I would be forever indebted to her your kindness," I say to the guard as I peer out under my long lashes, a small smile appearing on my lips.

 

[Sharkie58]

Father Marco

Feeling Maria's hand upon my already stiffend member causes me much embarrasement. How was it possible for a man of the cloth for so many a year be torn from his faith that easily? My body responding to her words and touch. Has my God forsaken me to the hands of these animals?

She speaks of Spain and how the gold should not be in the hands of pirates. What loyalty have I to Spain? My loayltiy is to the church of Rome, but less so to the Hawkes who have captured us. My loyalty is to the sisters who I took upon this journey and have now been cast adrift in the seas of disbelief. If I am going to sell my soul to the devil I will not do so in vain.

Sliding my hands upon her soft shoulders I pull Maria away so I can better judge her reactions to my bargain.
"Should I agree to aid you and your Antionio against the Hawkes what garantee could you give me the sistes will be allowed to go free, If I am to sell my own soul I would not forfeit theirs?"

 

[THEBRAT]

The Black Raven

I hear Sister Theresse almost beggng the guard to release her and the other prisioners.

I constrate my mind on the Sister Theresse I hope that she gets this thought message.

If I could get out of my cell I would release you Sister Theresse and the other prisioners & the guard that was arrested with me take all of you out on the Sea in my own Prirateship The Raven.

 

[BLACK BART]

Black Bart and Clarrissa

At the first sight of my 'Rissa, I am staggered, gone is the nymph like "little warrior" I have watched for many years, as is the veil she kept over her eyes. Instead, a regal princess stands before me, her beauty and poise as great as any I have seen in my travels.
The dress brings out her beauty, it's rich colors enhancing her skin, her dark eyes flashing their fire, her breasts modestly covered make them even more desired.
But, to me, the greatest change is her face, and how she no longer averts it from me, a decision has been made by her, and I can see determination, and an acceptance of what fate brings us.
I stand as if possessed, hearing her musical voice, but not understanding the words, until, with a mock blow, she breaks thru my reveries, and I hear her request.
"Do up my laces, your lady awaits your pleasure" as she holds out the necklace.
With a bow of a courtier to his queen, I accept the necklace, and fasten it about her graceful neck, smelling her freshly bathed hair, then tie the laces of her dress with trembling hands.
I shake my head, clearing the confusion caused by my ‘Rissa, and bring my thoughts to order, as a true first mate would, saying to her.
“My Lady, If I am to have the honor of escorting you, I must first be sure we can make this journey.”
I recover my whip, then spying a pair of broadswords, pick them up and test their balance, with a series of spins and turns that reassure me they will be reliable tools, if needed. Pulling my shirt on, I place the broadswords in their sheaths, making sure I have quick access to them and my whip, then turn with a smile.
“Now, My Lady, I can at least guarantee we have an even chance of safe passage” I quip, offering my arm to her.
With a smile and a flourish, Clarrissa accepted my arm, and we walked thru the doorway, pausing only to let me bar and lock the door to the rooms, and locate the guards I had previously ordered out of the “room of plunders”.
Hearing his tales of the capture and jailing of a wild woman, and his reassurances the failure of the guard assigned to our Captain’s was also properly held for later punishment, I sent a boy to the Captain’s room, with a coded message of our whereabouts.
“Tell my Captain’s guard tis from me, then leave when you know my Captain has received it” I instructed him, pressing a doubloon into his hand.
“Much skulkery is about tonight, but twill hide it’s head till it no longer fears the dark” I tell you, placing the guards outside the room of treasures, and reassuring them relief would be coming soon.
As we strode to the entrance of the great hall, many were the jests of my mates, cut off by the sight of Clarrissa, in all her glory. “Tis me Lady, and fasten yer jaws, lest I tear them off” I returned their jibes, good naturedly punching and slapping several of the more sober sailors.
“ Twas indeed different, their looks of confusion and wonderment at your beauty” I noted to you “Also the luck of Poseidon they all know my voice, for I fear the face was not familiar to them, drunk or sober”
As we entered the night, I stopped a tall, stoutly handsome guard, and asked of him “Borrow my lady your robe, for once indoors you will not need of it” .
“Aye, my lord” he replied, granting my request and hurrying away before I could thank him.
With the feel of small drops of rain, we walked together thru the small town, until reaching the front of a small building, almost hidden by the natural growth of trees and bushes. A single lantern showed the face of a freshly whitewashed building, as I opened the gate, allowing my ‘Rissa and I to walk along a stone path, stopping as we reached her the shelter of her front “portico”, held aloft by two stout beams.
“You have said naught but a word” I spoke to my ‘Rissa, holding her gently in my arms “Would it be that you wish to enter your home alone this evening, for I know none before but you have entered here. If it were your wish, say but so, and I will return to the great hall.”
I gave her a final chance, hoping she would decline it, but ready to honor it if she wished so…

 

[THEBRAT]

The Black Raven is no mad woman.No cell can hold me for very long unless I wish it to hold me.I've gotten myself out of stickier situations than this one before but for reasons of my own I'm staying.

A pirate has to help his fellow pirates when ever possible.

 

[THEBRAT]

The Black Raven is no mad woman.No cell can hold me for very long unless I wish it to hold me.I've gotten myself out of stickier situations than this one before but for reasons of my own I'm staying.

A pirate has to help his fellow pirates when ever possible.

 

[Guest]

Black Bart and Clarrissa

I can tell by your look you are pleased with the gown upon me. How I hoped you would approve. It had been many a year since I fussed with my apperance. The smile on your face told me more than words could ever say. Watching as we prepare to go I am so pleased you allowed me to shave you. Never a more handsome man had I met.

Leaving the rooms I do believe the guards did not recognize me now. Turning to you I whisper, "I would bet my next two trips plunder they will search for me under the piles thinking me missing". Smiling at my jest you take up my arm. You feel so good to me.

Entering the great hall I see the lights beaming in your eyes. You are most pleased to call me your Lady. The pride swells in my heart knowing I did you justice this night.

The walk was short but pleasant. Your thoughtful gesture of insuring a cloak for me did not go unnoticed. I kept quiet more for safety than any other reason. Not wishing to draw attention of those who may lurk. Thankfully we arrive to my apartments without incident. I sense hesitation in you Noire, are you sorry now you came? I pray not.

You take me in your arms but I see hesitation, doubt. The question comes now, you think I might not want you here. Oh God how wrong you are.
"Nay love this night is ours to share, you are most welcome here". I can only pray you understand the meaning behind what I say.

Opening the door I usher you inside my world:
Inside is a small foyer, entering we step onto a highly polished stone floor. As we enter to the left is a door I point to it, "that is the guest chamber now occupied by Stephan". Turning to the right is a large formal parlor that would rival the drawing room of any London town home. Carefully polished wood floors with thick Persian rugs scattered about, a small settee and tea cart with two wing back chairs facing the settee, a low elaborately carved mahogany table in between. Beyond that is a large mahogany table with four chairs, the pattern of roses etched into the legs and arms with a matching china closet. "If ye did not know we do have many a skilled craftsman here upon the isle", pointing to the table and chairs.

The building is formed in the shape of a "u" thus giving its deceptive state of size, with the cooking area and guest area separated by a small courtyard. Along the full length of the room at the back of the house were four sets of louvre paneled doors all open to catch the evening breeze coming in off the water. Large panels of soft white silk hung in front of them billowing in the warm breeze. The colors of the room are soft muted creams and greens. The doors open to small courtyard with stone steps leading down to the small fountain in the middle off to the side of the dining area is the food preparation room complete with a large stone cooking hearth, heavy center wooden table and a built in hand pump at the basin.

I point to the fountain and remark casually, " I discovered an artesian well there and forced some ceramic piping I had made into it, surrounding it with stones we formed the fountain, Stephan and I did most of the work". Adding almost as an after thought" Later we dug it out further and made a small wading pool along the side of the fountain, the water is cold and fresh good for drinking", Smiling I watch your face, knowing you can not believe what you see. " I know you wonder how, 'twas easy really, much of the bounty from the ships we plunder are fabrics and wood, some carpets as you see here" pointing to the one on which we now stand, "I choose what I want mostly, the others choose gems and pearls, jewel encrusted goblets all of which are good mind ye I, however, prefer a soft bed and a comfortable place to lay down. I bring the materials to the craftsman here in the village and pay them for their labor. I did the same with the house, Noire I designed and had it built to my specifications. You and the Lady Captain Elizabeth are the only who have seen it", nodding and indicating to the stairs, "no one with the exception of Stephan has seen my private apartments above though,". Again I watch your face waiting for some sign, do you understand my meaning, no one have I taken to my bed save now you, would it even matter to you?

Turning away I call "Stephan? Where are you lad". A gangly boy of about eleven, a mop of black curls a top his head approaches. He looks wary not recognizing the woman in green silk. "Yes 'tis me, you would not recognize me dressed as a Lady so, do I meet with your approval?" Smiling brightly at him I twirl around and curtsy before him in mock submission. He nods his head vigorously, his smile showing the dimples in his cheeks.

Holding my arms out Stephan hurries to me and grips me around the waist. I cant help but hug him tightly pressing his small face to my chest and kissing the top of his head, " I surely did miss you this trip" smiling down at him, "goodness I would say you have grown again since I have been gone and we must take the sheers to this hair before I cant tell ye and Angus apart". Smiling down, "be a good lad and bring us a light snack, I am famished and need to eat before we retire for the evening". I look across the room to your face and what do I see, Noire, disbelief?

Moving to the china closet I open a draw and pull out a fine linen table cloth, " help me set the table Noire, I would have you sup with me before we retire for the night". You move to the other side of the table and help me with the cloth as if you had done it every night. I can't help but smile now to myself how I wish that were true. Setting out two plates two napkins, and two sets of silver I turn to you , " I have some excellent wine to go with the meal, would you pour it please?". Handing you the bottle and two glasses I watch your eyes trying so hard to read your thoughts.

Stephan comes back with a small cart laden with plates of roasted meat and fruit, with some crusty rolls. Smiling back at him " I see you have been busy while I was away, you have kept the house up wonderfully, I am so pleased with the job you have done you shall have two silvers this trip." Seeing Stephan's face light up I can't help hug him to me again. "I will tidy up now, you go off to bed the hour grows late "tis nearing nine bells now". As if to punctuate my statement the large clock nestled under the stairwell rings it's chimes marking the hour. Smiling Stephan makes a gesture with his hand, I cant help but smile back at him, his face so sweet. Turning back my eyes meet yours, "Stephan bids you good night Noire".

 

[SexyChele]

Maria Elena

As the padre pulls me away from him and makes his bargain, my eyes spark with brilliance. Looking at him, I can see the struggle that he undergoing, yet I can see which side is winning as well.

I reach up and softly stroke his face..

"Padre, it is not Antonio's desire that the good sisters should suffer. He bears them no ill will, and as daughters of Spain, if we should be sucessful against the Hawkes, then they will be free to go. There would be no reason for us to keep them...not against their will anyway.

"But what guarantee can I give you? I can give you this....if Antonio harms, in any way, one of the sisters, or does not allow them to leave if that be their wish, then it shall be my own life that shall be held in the balance. And I intend on living to a ripe, old age, Padre."

Taking his hands from my shoulders, I lead him to the bed, where I kneel down on it. Wrapping my arms about his neck, I whisper into his lips...

"Now, we have made a bargain, let us seal it."

 

[wildxfire]

The face of a chameleon

I drift from the room, my body now but smoke, born by the wind. My true loves words echoing in my mind, Freedom is Life, she has replied, her eyes burning with the passion of a patriot.
Outside of the great hall I cause my form to become solid, in the form as one of Hawke’s guards might appear, a large young man, abundant with the looks of youth and false innocence, only my eyes I can not completely hide, a ring of red showing around each pupil.
With a start I realize the couple coming towards me is none other than Black Bart, and a woman whose beauty and poise was stunning. Hearing his request for my robe, I averted my eyes and removed the garment, offering it to him with an “Aye, my Lord” then realizing my mistake, hurrying away towards my next recruit.
I breathed a sigh of relief, as Black Bart and his lady faded into the darkness, and I approached the bound and helpless spitfire, Amanda Lancaster. At her beckon I approach, and thank the God’s of Seth, as I hear her request
“Pardon me, Sir. I wonder if you would mind obliging me a small favor. I ask only that I may have accomodations more fitting of my social position. I am in desperate need of a bath and a more comfortable resting spot. I would be forever indebted to her your kindness”
“Aye, my Lady, your request can be granted, but at a high price, for to disobey the Lady Hawke is a sure, slow death” I reply to her, standing in front of her and admiring her lush form, barely hidden underneath her once proud dress.
“I will free you, if only to bathe and eat, but you must be willing to grant me three requests when I ask them of you” I state to her, seeing my opportunity to not only recruit a second ally, but perhaps have a bit of passion in the process…..
“I can take you to a nearby hidden grotto, with a room beside it, where we may converse more freely” I suggest, showing her a knife with which I can free her “But you must not forsake your promise to me”

 

[wildxfire]

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[MtnAngelWV]

My thoughts are momentarily interrupted as I see one of the pirate ladies with Black Bart. She had donned my best attire. While she radiated with a certain glow, she would never be as worthy as I of such riches. My insides seeth at the realization of her betrayal. On the verge of screaming out to her, I bit my tongue as I thought better of it. It was not the time to call any more attention to myself.

As my thoughts returned to the guard, I had to wonder if I had heard him correctly. He would free me if I granted him three requeats. My mind spinning as I carefully planned my next words.

"My good man," I begin to the guard, "surely you must know by now that I have no intention of sullying my impeccable reputation with the likes of ye heathens. I can offer you more riches, more freedom and more safety than your masters. I treat well those who are loyal to the Lancasters as does my family. I will not attempt to recognize your intentions, but that is all I have to offer." My pride was still intact and to make a deal with this man would be akin to making a deal with Lucifer himself.

He abruptly spins about and heads in the opposite direction. My pride has again been my downfall. I am in a quandry. Perhaps making the deal with this devil is better than naught at all.

"Please, young man. I have reconsidered your offer. I cannot promise to perform a request that I have no intention of keeping, but I will listen to your demands with an open mind," I declare, hoping that my words may have appeased him enough to free me of my wretched bonds.

 

[wildxfire]

The face of a chameleon

I slowly turn, then walk over to her, kneeling in front of her, so we are eye to eye, and speak softly so only she can hear me.
"My lady, the three requests I ask of you will be as much for your benefit, as mine....and in no way will stain the name of Lancaster. Know you this, by releasing you I sign my death warrant, and seal your fate to that of one perhaps worse than death. By all that is holy, or sacred to you, you must swear by them, to honor my requests or face eternal hell"
I stand slowly, to my full 6 foot 3 inches, forcing her to look upwards at me, then tell her urgently.
"At one time in our lives, we must all swallow our pride, and ask for help, even make sacrifices to get that help...This is yours, and you must do so now, or I must leave, for the Hawkes will soon call for you, and I am no match for Black Bart, at least not yet"
I slowly turn my head, side to side, checking for anyone who might be curious why a guard would pay so much attention to the Lady Hawkes chosen one, indeed time was running out.....

 

[Inkubus]

Carlos de la Vega

The inky blackness claims me as I fall for what seems to be an endless drop. The fact that I have time to think bodes ill as I worry just how far a drop this is, when suddenly I feel steam and hear rushing water I hit the warm water and am sucked down a natural cavern I slide along for the ride of my life until I slide out into a waterfall that lands in a grotto far beneath the earth. There is a bit of light from one of the caverns but that might just be more volcanic activity. I try to tread water but theres something wrong with my leg. I crawl gingerly to a rock but my shoulder feels odd. I still feel hazy I decide to just enjoy breathing for awhile and evrything goes black.

OOC okay weve landed,Im disoriented ,slightly injured,drugged and now officialy unconcious. Tag BF

 

[MtnAngelWV]

This guard speaks tenderly and softly to me. I can sense that he is not like the other inhabitants of this evil island. I know not who to trust but I am in desperate need of an ally. I swallow my pride and decide to give in to his demands. Freedom is more important than my virtue at this moment. I pray that he is as honorable as his words.

I nod to him silently, granting him permission to release me. The urgency in his actions cause be to quiver inside and out. I inhale deeply as I regain my composure and the guard easily slices through my bonds.

After my release I look directly at him and leap up out of the chair. I want so much to throw my arms around him and kiss his mouth. I am that thankful for the tiniest bit of freedom. I think better of it, however, and we dash off to his hideaway.

 

[BLACK BART]

Black Bart and Clarrissa, err Clarrissa and Black Bart

As my lady Rissa invites me into her home, I am honored, and worried. Will my presence bring danger to her and her abode, the kind of danger that follows me, where ever I go?
The young guard addressed me as “My Lord” a title almost unheard of on Hawke Isle, and one that fit me 15 years before, but not now, not in this life. How would a young lad even know this title, or to refer to me as such?
I returned my attentions to my beautiful lady, as she bade me enter her home. As I cross her threshold I give thanks to her, as is the custom of travelers, coming home to a friendly port.
Clarrissa proudly shows me about, and rightfully so, her efforts are astounding, the results are even more so, as we pass from room to room. She has blended many worlds, creating a tapestry of colors pleasing to the eye, a subtle beauty that relaxes a person as you enter her home.
Casually she mentions her creation of running water, the marvel of which I have seen only at the Hawke Hall, and very few other places. As she explains the function of it I see a keen mind in her, able to grasp many complicated things, and make them simple. Her understanding of what she wants and her determination to create such things in this small town are astounding also.
She refers to a person of the name Stephan in our conversations, then with a call brings him to her, a young and skinny lad, who has a quiet way about him, but dark and understanding eyes. The young lad demonstrates his affection for her, after he recognizes her in her new dress, throwing himself into her arms and holding her tightly.
Again I see a woman’s face of such gentle beauty, shining as she coos to the young lad, speaking words of love, encouragement and admiration to him, while stroking his hair. She sends him off fondly, requesting food for us, then turns to a fine closet and removes a linen cloth, bidding me to help her. I am reminded of my own boyhood table, and mother, an earlier time of peace, as I help her pull the fine cloth taut over the polished mahogany surface. With a flourish that bespeaks of grace and practice, she sets a table for two, as the young lad returns with provisions, and I pour the wine she has offered.
Once again I see the affection they share for each other, as she rewards him for his services, complimenting him as a young man for his hard work and handing him a pair of silver coin. With a second hug she sends him to bed, as a clock chimes in the background, Stephan uses his hand in a gesture I have never seen before, at which Clarrissa smiles again telling me “Stephan bids you good night Noire”

“Aye, Stephan, pleasant dreams, me bucko” I reply, watching Clarrissa’s eyes.

“It seems I have much to learn of you” I tell my ‘Rissa “If you are willing to share, but then why else am I here?”

I have realized we could have shared each others bodies at the pool, her asking me to come to her apartments was a gesture of wanting more, her hints at it thru the eve had made my belief even stronger.

“You are not the woman I thought you were, rather, much, much more, my ‘Rissa” I fondly confess to her “I only hope I am the man you think I may be, for my life has been one of war and destruction, no plans for a future have I entertained, until now perhaps” I smile softly at her, then look at the meal she has laid out on the fine linen.

“Let us not waste this feast, rather let us sup on it, and talk as friends, I am curious of many things, then we can dwell at our leisure on more serious things”

I walk around the mahogany table, and pull her chair back, offering to seat her with a flourish, trying to recall the manners I had put away so long ago…..

 

[sojournerwolf]

ooc for a moment

Just to let everyone know who might not have seen it yet, there is an OOC Hawkes thread for posting messages. And speaking of messages, if I might for a moment, I have noticed some letters making their way to the Hawkes. *G* they have not been forgotten and you'll be hearin' from us, me matey's verra soon.

For all of you, the writing here is just getting better and better and the plot developing wonderfully. Thanks for joining in!