Stolen at Sea.

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna shivered as Cervie informed her he was far from done. How could she manage to keep her sanity under this torment? his lips and tongue continued to torment her sensative clit. Despite her struggles, Cervie kept his firm grip and held her legs still while he flicked his tongue over her again and again.

Her body shuddreed again and again as his tongue continued it's assault. "Oh sweet Jesus, Cervie. Mercy, I'm begging you! I can take no more!"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Her plea's only encouraged him, made him more forceful and passionate as he assaulted her clit with his tongue. While he continued to keep her in torturously intence pleasure, he leg loose one of her legs and began to undo his pants. The metal clasp clinked against his belt as he suddenly drew away, givning Elianna a brief respite from the girp of pleasure. Her eyes were blurry as she rose to weakly to her elbows, but still she knew exactly what she saw.

Cervantes had stripped his pants away, and now, stood at the corner of the bed, one hand caressing his thick cock, the other reached out to draw her toward him, by her ankle. His hair was free, casting over his shoulders, as he lowered his head, the dark mustache and goatee that surrounded his lips glistened, moistened with Elianna's own juices.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Her body screamed as Cerviantes continued his assault on her clit. If he didn't stop soon, she knew she'd surely die. She heard a metallic click and she was suddenly aware that he'd stopped his ministrations. She pulled herself up on her elbows and looked at him in wonder.

her eyes widened as she watched him drop his pants to the floor. His erection came into focus and she stopped breathing for a moment and she was only aware of the thick cock that was now in Cervie's hand. She craved it, needed it, wanted it inside her. Lust filled her eyes as she felt a firm hand grip her ankle and she was pulled across the bed.

He was the picture of evil sexuality. His hair framed his face and her juices glistened on his goatee. His eyes mirrored hers; his lust was blatantly screaming to her brain. Her lips parted and she slid the tip of her tongue across them. She had an overwhelming desire to grab a handful of his hair and drag him to her for a deep and passionate kiss. She mewled softly and reached a hand out to him, seeking sontact with his hardened body.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

He had brought her to the edge of the bed, and was teasing the head of his cock along the lips of her pussy, using the moisture that still coated her sex to make his cock slick enough to simply glide into her. Once the head of his cock was coated in her juices, he pressed it into her, and looked up the length of her body, into her eyes. He brought himself down upon her body, his cock sliding into her fully as he did, his warm and muscular chest pressing against her curvacious, sweat dampened own.

He brought his lips within an inch of Elianna's own, drawingh his hips back for a moment, he sunk himself into her depths again, breathing out against her lips. His eyes were locked on hers, and she could see the already fiery passion he expressed so easilly was still building. He drew back and thrust into her again, his hand coming up, tangling into her hair as he still looked into her eyes with an unbearable intencity. It was as though he were looking for something.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She shivered as his cockhead came into contact with her wet slit. She groaned as he slid into her warm wet sheathe. Elianna's eyes closed and she reached again to touch Cervie's warm hard body. She marvelled at the muscled torso that rested upon hers. He soob rise up off her and she held his gaze. The lust haze she saw there made her gasp.

"Cervantes, please. Please, kiss me. I crave it so," she whispered softly. She wasn't sure if he heard her words through his panting and growling, but she raised a hand and tangled her fingers in his long dark hair and tried to pull him to her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

It took the slightest urging from Elianna for Cervantes to break down and kiss her. His lips met with hers in a fiery passionate expression of his lust for her. He ran his tongue along her lips, coaxing them to part. Thrusting into her again, he played his tonuge against hers, sharing the lingering taste of her sex with her. He breathed hotly against her open mouth, every passing thrust he took, his body grew more taut, his thick cock thrummed with pulsing life inside of her, feeling as solid as steel.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She met his kiss with great passion. Her arms snaked around his neck and her fingers tangled themselves in his hair. She pulled her feet up and locked her ankles behind him, pulling him in deeper. Her tongue danced with his. She reeled as she tasted the salt air and her own sweet juices combined on his lips. She writhed and undulated beneath him and thrust her hips upwards to meet his every thrust.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

The moment Elianna kissed him back, her passion drew him in, he was lost in her. She was an ocean of wild, wanton pleasure, and he was willingly drowning, letting her fill his lungs, his stomach, even his heart, with wild need. He felt her legs lock about his hips, the hot, moist security of her pussy taking him in, deeper and deeper. His cock suddenly shook inside of her, he was cumming, hot, thick, salty seed pouring into her, splashing against her cervix as he moaned against her lips.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She felt Cervie shudder and felt a splash of his hot seed against her inner walls and cervix. She mewled softly against his lips clutching him close and deepening the kiss. This sensual man, this wild and passionate person was hardly the same vile and horrid person she's met on the deck of her ship a short time ago. She suddenly realized a very strange thought. She was attracted to this vile and hated pirate. And she was glad.

Elianna stroked the back of Cervie's neck, crooning softly in a lover's tone. She felt his passion and revelled in it's wildness. She realized, too, that she had no desire to leave his arms.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Resting his head on her shoulder, Cervantes calmed his breathing. He nuzzled against her neck, kissing and nipping at her flesh as he slowly went soft within her, finally slipping out, coated in a mixture of her juices and his own semen. Drawing back as he no longer felt her sweet warmth embracing his cock, he looked into her eyes and smiled, drawing a hand through her hair. He stayed atop her like that for several minutes, looking into her eyes, playing with her flame-like hair.

Those few minutes weren't long enough, he desired the entire night with her, and more, but he had a ship to mantain. "Stay put, my dear, sweet Elianna, my jewel." He whispered as he grazed her cheek with the back of his hand. He got up, pulled his pants back on, buckled them then turned to look at her, laying there on his bed, clothed only in her thing chemise, and shreaded dress. Smiling, flashing her a look of pure lust, he turned, unlocked his cabin door, and slipped out, leaving he door unlocked as he left. It was a test of her obediance, would she stay, would she slip out of the room, would she try to jump ship?

Outside, on deck, he looked about, his crew was scattered, working on their separate tasks. He found Rocky, his personal Cabin boy not far away, playing with an old tin mop bucket and a couple of sea spunges cut into the crude shapes of a male and a female. Obviously making them 'swim' together in the mop bucket. "Rocky, come here. I want you to stay near my cabin door, keep an eye out for the woman. If she comes out, I want you to introduce yourself and talk with her." Cervie said as he went over and knelt in front of the boy, who was more than a boy, he was in his mid twenties, but had a younger mind, the mind of a pre teen still as far as Cervantes could be sure.

He tossled Rocky's hair and stood up, looking down at him, fatherly like. "Thats a good lad." He whispered as he turned away, not waiting to see if Rocky complied. He was in search of the bastard who had broken his commands to not even lay a hand on Elianna. He found him quickly enough, scrubbing the deck on his hands and knees with a rough and dirty spunge. He looked up slowly as Cervantes stood over him. "Stand up." Cervantes commanded, obviously not pleased. The crewman complied, but stepped back when Cervantes unsheathed his scimitar. The few crew members that were working near by stopped what they were doing to take notice of Cervantes and the marked crew man. "You... You can't be serious Cap'n. She, she ain't hurt none..." Cervantes leered, and the man stepped back, only to bump into the ships side walls.

He made to defend himself, the fool even swung at him, but Cervantes caught his arm, by the wrist with his free hand and snapped it about so that the man's chest was pinned against the ships railing. He planted his knee in the middle of his back to keep him pinned, while forcing his arm flat along the railing. "Just as I promised you, you are going to lose your hand for touching the woman that belonged to me." The man struggled with all his might but Cervantes kept him pinned. "No! Oh god NO!" The man shouted, trying to yank his arm away, but it was too late. The sound of cold steel striking home, splitting the mans hand from his wrist was all he could hear, until the screaming started. Cervantes let go of the man and he spun around, slumping down against the ships railing, pressing the stump of his arm against his chest, screaming in utter bloody pain.

Cervantes casually picked up the gruesom severed hand and gingerly removed a ring from the middle finger, then simply dropped the hand into the man's lap. "Someone take care of him, cauterize the stub and bandage it, get him out of my site." Cervantes commanded calmly as he held the ring in the palm of his hand. Three men came over to attend to the crew man, two of them hoisted him up, as the third had the unpleasant responcibility of taking care of the sevored hand. He waited till they carried him out of site to toss it overboard, then followed quickly after them to help them with the door leading below deck.

Cervantes spent a couple hours milling about above deck, among his men, helping out here and there, not a one of them would dare to say a single word to him, short of responding to him, not a one of them could look him in the eyes. He knew it was about time to retire this crew... They had learned far too much about him in the past couple years... He could not have that...

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna stretched like a satisfied cat, arching her back off the silk sheets. She watched languidly as Cervie got dressed and walked out the door. She met his lust filled gaze as he was wakling out of the cabin. She smiled wickedly at him He walked out and shut the door behind him. She listened carefully for the sound of a turning bolt, but heard none. She smiled softly and curled up on the bunk to rest for a little while.

Her eyes snapped open a short time later to the sound of a scream. It sounded like someone was in deep pain. SHe shivered and wondered what had happened, but knew she dared not go investigate. She somehow doubted Cervie would like her trapsing up on decl in a shredded gown and nearly transparent chemise.

She got off the bed and walked to the door. She hesitated for a moment before opening it a crack. Looking into the coridor, she spotted a young boy. She cleared her throat and he looked up. "Excuse me, boy. Do you know where Cervantes is?"

The boy looked at her and smile> He noded and looked out towards deck. He looked back at her and smiled again. Elianna returned his smile and continued speaking "When you get a moment, could you fetch him for me? I'm rather hungry and thirsty. It's been a long time since I've eaten."

Again, the boy nodded and then turned away. She closed the door and went back to the bunk, smiling to herself. She pulled her tattered gown around herself and hugged her arms. A chil was in the air and the bed looked warm and inviting. She slowly sank to it and pulled the blankets around her body. Sleep was soon coming. She fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

 

[Rockingham]

"Hey, I don't want no trouble from you."
Rocky giggled at the piece of fish fillet on the table. Hovering over it with a knife, he eyed it as one might eye an opponent ready for battle.
"Foolish knave. I told thee once, never to underestimate the cunning Captain Rocky!"
He cut it in half, two pieces of fish slid apart from their original whole. He couldn't help but laugh at this, putting the knife back away, and scooping out some mashed potatoes just in the middle of the now vanquished fish fillet.
"To the victor, go the spoils."
Cervie had said that one time. Rocky remembered, a long time ago. They had found treasure. Chests filled with shiny things. Cervie said it with such pride and determination. Rockingham couldn't wait to say it himself. Hear the words come out of his mouth for some reason.
Dinner didn't seem to be a reason, but he wanted to say it anyway, make sure the words still stuck in his mind.
They did.
He also filled a nice mug of water. A meal fit for a queen. Indeed.
Placing everything on a tray, he ever so carefully carried it out of the kitchen, and into the captain's quarters.
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts... deedle dee, dee dee...."
How did the rest of that go? Rocky looked puzzled for a second. He stared into the vast wooden door, as if mesmorized by it.
"Well, if I did have a lovely bunch of coconuts, I would be most happy indeed, and I wouldn't need to finish the song."
Ever so clever in solving his own little riddle, he made his way inside. She slept soundly on the bed, and he moved like a mouse so not to wake her.
A board creaked under his weight.
"Shhhhhhh!!! She's trying to sleep," He whispered.
He set it down, right next to the bed, cocking his head to look at her as she slept. So peaceful and nice. Rocky liked watching people sleep. They always looked like little angels.
"Oh... poo."
Rocky sat down on the hard floor, picking up the woman's tattered dress. It had been ruined. Someone ripped it all up. It looked like such a good dress too.
"Don't worry," He whispered again, so as to not wake her, "I'll fix it."
Being a very clumsy fellow, he knew all there was to know about fixing up rips. Many a time did he spend mending his own clothing on nails he had caught, or rigging, or the everyday pitfalls he went through cause he was Rockingham.
"To the victor go the spoils," He looked at the woman, and then at the dress. Did this mean something? He wasn't sure. Maybe to someone with a smarter mind or more dirty the connection might have been made, but for Rocky it was nothing like that. He had just made the connection cause he liked the dress, and the way she slept.
"So pretty."
Taking out a piece of thread and his needle, he began to sow up the pretty dress, hoping she would wear it again. It seemed like such a nice dress, it should be worn.
"Shhhhhh," he said again, to his hands as they worked with almost unimaginable precision to fix up the torn cloth.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

When he was happy with the maintanence of his ship, Cervantes drew away from the rest of the crew and made his way back toward his cabin.

He saw that Rocky was not guarding the door anymore and scowled slightly. He had placed the boy there more to keep others out than to keep Elianna in. So when he walked in, he was surprised to se Rocky sitting in a chair next to the bed, finding Elianna laying, so sweet in her sleep. He let his scowl falter, and began to smile as he noticed the plate of food set out for her.

Looking down upon Rocky, he nodded. "Thank you Rockingham, that was very good of you." Cervantes stepped over to the side of the bed, picking up the plate. It was smoked cod and spiced up mashed potatoes. And it was still somewhat warm. Cervantes turned around, placing a gentle hand upon Elianna's shoulder to wake her. After all, she could sleep at any time, the food would only be warm a short while longer.

"Elianna, are you hungry?" He asked as he saw her eyes flutter open. He offered her the plate, finally setting it next to her and circled around to take a seat on the far side of the bed, across from Rocky, who was still mending her dress.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna slowly realized someone was speaking her name. She sniffed the air and smelled something rather good. She suddenly realized how hungry she was.

She slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. Cervie perched on the edge of the bed, holding a plate of food. Fish and mashed potatoes. It was plain fare, but the smell of it made her mouth water. She looked at Cervie and smiled. "The boy must have found you. I asked him to find you and tell you I was hungry."

She reached for the plate and began picking up bits of fish with her fingers, tasting the salty smoked flavor. It tasted like ambrosia to her hungry belly. She stopped suddenly, a bite of food halfway to her mouth. Draped across the back of a small chair was her gown. But there was something different. It was no longer sliced down the middle. Elianna looked at Cervie. Her confusion was obvious. "My dress. But how? It was cut, but now..."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"You can thank my Cabin Boy, Rockingham for that Elianna, he must have seen it ripped and tossed aside when he brought you your food. He mended it for you. He's a good lad, though he's simple minded, He's our cook you know, so if you like what you eat, that was his doing as well. But for now, you should finish your meal, you certainly need it." Cervantes said with a smile as he drew his fingers along his goatee, drawing it out into a scraggly point. He had sent Rocky away just a few minutes before, as he wished to wait for Elianna to meet him when she was more presentable. Cervantes sat and watched her eat, his eyes focusing on her soft full lips for a moment before following the graceful length of her arms down to the nest of her lap, where she kept the plate she ate from. He closed his eyes, remembering the hot, sensual embrace of her pussy with great passion. It took all his will to keep from leaving his seat to take her once again, but he was patiently waiting for her to finish her meal.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

"I must remember to thank the boy when I see him next then. He seems to be very much a good lad. And the food is wonderful. I was very hungry." Elianna smiled shyly at Cervie. She felt a little strange, sitting before him in her chemise with a plate of food in her lap. An hour ago, she'd been in his arms with her chemise around her hips and her legs locked around behind him. She flushed with the memory of it.

"Your cabin boy is a good cook. I can't possibly eat another bite," she said and handed her plate to Cervie, unsure what to do with it. She uncrossed her legs and pulled her knees up to her chest. She didn't realize as she did so, she exposed her nether bits to his gaze. She felt his gaze on her and flushed. "May I put my dress back on now?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Taking the plate from her, he sat it onto a desk beside him, then slowly turned his gaze back upon Elianna. It was clear in his eyes what he wanted, he wanted her again, and he said noting as he stood and climbed up onto the bed with her. Looking down, he ran a hand up from her ankle to her inner thigh. As he lifted his head, he looked into her eyes, licking his lips just before leaning in to kiss her. It was then that his fingers found her clit. He piched the sensation rich nub lightly between his index and middle finger.

Pressing his lips to hers, his own warm and moist as he slipped a hand at the base of her neck, to draw her fully into the kiss. he let her melt down onto the bed as he massaged her pussy to moist, warm arousal. His tongue eased its way between her lips slowly, lingering seductivly against her own.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She mewled against his lip. His fingers pinched and probed her sex. She slid her arms around his neck and opened her legs a bit, giving Cervie better access to her. Her head swam from the heady scent of salt and man on his skin. Her tonute snaked with his and her fingers slip tto lock in his hair.

"You affect me so, Milord. I want you." Her words shocked her. She didn't know where they came from but she knew they were also true. Her body told her so.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Breaking their kiss as Elianna spoke breathilly, Cervantes gazed into her eyes as he teased her sex a moment longer. He slipped off the bed and undid his pants again, slipping them off. "Aye, and this is how you affect me, Sweet Elianna..." Cervantes said in a soft growl. His cock was rigid, standing out, pulsing with his every heart beat. He extending a hand toward her, beseachingly. "Come to me." He commanded, lustfully.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

Elianna purred softly, puling her knees under her and began crawling across the bed towards Cervie. Her long red hair silled over her shoulders and obscured his view of her soft breasts, still clad in her sheer silk chemise. She bit her lip and looked up up at his, lust filling her eyes.

SHe got to the edge of the bed and swong her legs over. She soot, taking two steps towards him, then stopped, her eyes still locked with his. She could smell the lust in the air. Elianns slipped the straps of her chemise off her shoulders and let the sleathe of silk slide down her body to pool at her feet.She stepped out of the silken puddle and took the last few steps to reach him.

She rested her hands on his chest and gazed deep into his eyes. "I want you, Cervantes. I want to please you." She slid her arms up around his neck, and standing tiptoe, pressed her nude, lush body against his and kissed him deeply. Cervie's hand slid up her back and grabbed her by the hair. She whimpered and deepened the kiss. His tongue slid into her eager mouth.

She gasped and ripped her mouth away. "show, me, Milord. How do I please you?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

A wicked glint of lustful humor came to Cervie's eyes as he licked his lips. He grasped her by her hips, squeezing her tender flesh in his rough hands. He turned her about, to face toward the bed as he forced her naked behind against himself. He stepped with her closer to the bed, A single hand upon her back, firmly guiding her down to lean over it. His other hand slipped around her hip, to sneek between her legs. Finding her moist, he massaged his fingers against her clit as he rode his hot hard length along her slit, but not entering her as he did, only feeling her the lush kiss of her labia as he grazed his man hood against her. The hand he had used to press her down upon the bed was now gripping the left cheek of her ass, massaging its yielding softness as his thumb steals its way toward her anus. "This, this is how you can please me, Elianna, with every inch of your perfect body." Cervantes whispered, his voice a sexually heated timbre.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She bent over the bed, gasing at his probing fingers at her backside and his shaft between her thighs. She mewled and pushed against his hands, trying desperately to get more friction and penetration.

"Cervantes, please!" she begged. "I need to feel you, Milord!" She heard him chuckle huskily as he continued to tease her. She felt the head of ihs cock sitting at her entrance. She panted and tried to push back against him but he held her fast. His thumb against her anus was driving her slowly wild. She needed him inside of her fully.

"Cervantes, I beg you, have mercy!"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Drawing his fingers away from her clit, Cervantes drew them back to the puckered circle of her anus, they were slick with her juices. He used the moisture that coated his finger tips to coat her anus, easing a finger tip into her then slowly drawing it back out. His cock was hard, coated in her sweet musky scented juices when he drew himself back.

Drawing the cheeks of her ass open with his strong rough hands, Cervantes pressed the head of his cock against her anus, forcing the head of it into her, but from there, he slid into her slowly, until finally, he penetrated fully into her, deep inside her ass. And that was when he slowly began to rock his hips, so she could feel every thick veiny inch of his cock as it sunk into her, then slowly sliding back to penetrate her again.

 

[SweetCherry]

Elianna:

She caught her lips between her teeth and bit back a cry of pain. The sensation was akin to being split open. She whimpered and gripped the sheets on the bed in front of her. His length slid into her slowly and she struggled to relax. She suddenly felt him stop moving and felt his legs against her thighs. She then realized he was fully inside her. He moved slowly within her, giving her no doubt he had fully penetrated her.

Soon, the sensation turned from pain to a slowly building pleasure. His rocking continued, slow and stead and soon her whimpers weren't those of someone adjusting to his girth, but to someone who was very much enjoying very much what was being done to them. She released the sheets with her right hand and snaked it between her thighs. She felt her own wetness and was in awe of how she felt.

Elianna's fingers slid over her clit, causing her to moan louder. Her body trembled under the wave of sensations that flooded her. She gasped as she realized where her pleasure was taking her, and why she was going there.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Cervantes focused on Elianna as he slowly slid his cock into her. He heard her whimpering softly as she gripped the sheets of his bed. Once he was fully inside of her, he stopped moving and let her slowly relax and adjust to his invading thickness. Reaching up along the curve of her back, he slipped his fingers into her fiery hair with a groan of pleasure as he began to draw back only to push into her again.

As Ellianna's whimpers of pain took the unmistakable shift to sounds of pleasure, Cervantes gripped a mass of her hair in his hand and drew her head back with a lustful growl, sinking his hard, pulsing cock fully into her again.