The Captain & The Beauty (CLOSED)

Captain was licking and sucking on Clarabelle’s hard nipples making her moan out. “Captain I am not going to say it. You are going to have to wait to hear it and when you do you are free to take me anyway you want. When I finally say those words, it means I am ready to give myself completely.” She said. She wasn’t ready to admit how badly she wanted him and his sword. She was aware how badly he wanted her she could tell by just the way he looked at her. He was desperate to hear tell him just how bad she wanted but she wouldn’t be giving him that pleasure anytime soon.

His words were making her feel angry. Angry at him but also herself because she knew her little slit was controlling her, but she was still not ready to admit it. He bit into her hard nipples making her scream out her body trembling. He was demanding her to finish him. He let her nipple go from between his teeth. She was moaning loudly her body overtaken with pleasure. He told her to look and watch him perform. She looked down seeing him cumming. His sword was powerful spraying again and again.

She felt herself start to come down from her orgasm. She sighed happily. She rolled her eyes at him talking about devotion. She was ready to be devoted to this man. She liked playing around with him, but she was not going to give him full devotion. She slid off him. She knelt between his legs. “Now this doesn’t mean I am devoted to you Captain don’t get the wrong idea about me I am still feeling indifferent about you.” She said.

She looked up at him as she ran her tongue over his cock tasting his cum. She was pleasantly surprised she actually liked the taste. She slid her lips down his shaft sucking the cum off his cock. She was sucking his cock clean tasting his cum and some of her juices that were still all over his cock. His cum and her juices mixed together tasted pretty good.
 
Her words did anger and frustrate him, but if she was going to use a time to say those words, saying it while she was sliding her sexy, wet, virgin cunt up and down his massive prick, was the right time if any, as there was no way he didn't want to finish this. So he fumed a bit, his hands still held tight, but he pacified himself, not unlike an ill tempered infant by suckling on Clarabelle's gorgeous breasts and perfect, rock hard nipples, while this petulant, sexual beast rode every inch of the length of his cock with her amazing dripping, wet pussy.

He was angry with her, she at him, but it only increased the intensity of the giring, the amazing ride being shared by their wanton genitals. She was moaning, grinding, cumming and he was angry, powerful, and firing rope out of his dishonored, but very, very stimulated cock. He watched her eyes as she saw what her pussy had done, they danced as she watched the ropes released from his fantastic phallus. "Watch it cum, it cums for you, but will only continue if you begin to worship it as the tool of the God's it truly is!"

They had cum but as they started to cum down, he heard her once again, “Now this doesn’t mean I am devoted to you Captain don’t get the wrong idea about me I am still feeling indifferent about you.” He was enraged at such dismissal after having just serviced the maiden better than she had ever felt, or dreamed. She was still a proud bitch who need to be tamed and so he would.

He expected her, given her words of dismissal and disdain to then get up, untie him and leave. She didn't her mind had said one thing, but once again her body was true, and he felt a new since of hope. She slid down and took his massive, still slightly throbbing cock in his mouth and cleaned every inch ever drop. "So somewhere inside of you, is the woman I hope, the one who cannot resist the enjoyment of vintage cum, who hungers to enjoy the fruits of her labors, who knows she must enjoy, and clean her master's cock and balls, drink up all of his delicious cum, and savor all the liquids of their passions. Let me see it in your mouth, before you swallow?....and don't forget...my chest!"

He enjoyed her tongue, not as much as her sweet cunt, but spectacular still the same, until she finished. He watched her as she finished. "I should be so angry with you, to give you my cock, offer you fidelity, and have you disdainfully throw it back in my face. It is only your body that always speaks the truth and has so far not let me down. However, tread lightly spectacular woman, for should you continue to deny me, and speak of indifference to me, and my ability to serve you, as much as I might not want to, I will search for more receptive lands. Now untie me, or you will see my strength and anger ripping these ties to shreds!"
 
Clarabelle slid her pretty lips off his cock. “Vintage cum really Captain? Makes it sound like you’re cum is old and dusty not extremely appealing even I know that as a virgin.” Clarabelle said. She laughed looking up at him. She pushed her hair behind her ears, and she slid her mouth back down his cum to collect his cum deep in her mouth. She opened her mouth wide to show him his cum in her mouth. She then swallowed his cum down. She was pleasantly surprised she liked the taste of his cum.

She moved to lick her juices off his chest. She looked at listening to him tell her he should be angry with her. “The thing is captain it isn’t all about attraction and sex for me.” She said. She started to untie him. “You may turn me on here…” She said pointing to her pussy. “but not here.” She said pointing to her head. She moved her fingers through her hair looking at him. She sat down on the bed. "Captain I do want you but you haven't won me over other than you have large sword and make me feel good. Part of the reason you like me is that I am different to every woman you have been with so you have to do more than just what would win any other woman over. " She said.

"Be more than just a Captain with a large sword. There has to be more to you than that." She said. She laid back on the bed by his side. She rested her head against his chest. "You know you still haven't fed me tonight. Where is Eliza with our dinner?" She said.
 
The Captain laughed loudly, "I meant vintage as in rare and spectacular, certainly not old, fresh delicious and made for you sexy lady!" She swallowed the rest of his cum, and it was sexy to see it full in her mouth and then swallow. "There is plenty more where that came from, just let me know when you are hungry again?" He looked in her eyes, then her mouth and finally down to her sexy pussy. He couldn't wait to feed her inevitable need for him.

“The thing is captain it isn’t all about attraction and sex for me.” She said. She started to untie him. “You may turn me on here…” She said pointing to her pussy. “but not here.” She said pointing to her head. She moved her fingers through her hair looking at him. She sat down on the bed. "Captain I do want you but you haven't won me over other than you have large sword and make me feel good. Part of the reason you like me is that I am different to every woman you have been with so you have to do more than just what would win any other woman over. Be more than just a Captain with a large sword. There has to be more to you than that."

He stood up, rubbing his wrists. "I am much more than just the seas greatest cocksman. I am also its most skillful swordsman, and captain. I am also well versed in having read the classics. You will not find a finer specimen of male than I, you will learn, I only hope that by the time you do, I am still as interested in you." He did say it with a smile on his face, but who knew what the future might bring. He stroked her hair, as she laid her head on his chest. "You know you still haven't fed me tonight. Where is Eliza with our dinner?" "That is a good question, please prepare yourself for dinner and I will see what I can do?"

He got up and headed to the door, he was famished as well. He called his hand and headed to te Captain's wheel. He sent orders for Eliza and their dinner was soon served a plateful large grilled lobsters, red potatoes and fine wine, drawn butter, a true feast. Elize had changed into an outfit more to the Captain's liking.

The Captain took one last view from his spyglass and it was then that he saw it. Nearly three leagues off was a French war ship, the Arore, a 46 gun, two decker ship. "Slow our pace slightly. It is 7 PM, we are faster than they and I want to approach them between two and three AM, align our starboard canons, as they have the longest range. We need to have reached them and crippled them before they know we are there. Come to my cabin at midnight and I will take the helm at that time."

The Captain felt the adrenaline rush, tonight would be interesting, and so would dinner and his entertainment afterward. The Captain needed a good meal, a bit of drink and he needed to cum. Then his body would be ready to defeat his enemy. He reentered his quarters, please with Clarabelle's evening wear. "You are in for a treat tonight, you will see me in action...both in our bed and then in battle!"
 
Clarabelle was left alone in the cabin, so she took this chance to freshen up and slip into a white lacy nightie. Eliza brought in grilled lobster it smelt heavenly. Clarabelle got up and poured a glass of wine for herself and him. Captain came back to the cabin. “Oh, really why? Is pillaging one ship not enough for one day? I hope you do not find another woman you want to have for yourself.” She said with some sass in her tone. She actually wanted to see him fighting just the thought of it turned her on. She sat down at the table and started to tuck into the lobster. "This is so good." She said. She had butter on her fingers she took her fingers into her mouth and sucked sensually on them.

She got some potato on her fork. "Open up Captain." She said bringing her fork to his mouth. She looked into his eyes as she fed him. She felt herself drawn to his lips. "Don't read too much into this." She said before moving in and kissing his lips. Her tongue slid into his mouth her tongue toying with hers. She pulled away and went back to eating the lobster. "Captain I must admit I like your lips on mine." She said with slight blush. She feeling a bit more relaxed as she poured herself more wine. "You know I am not a complete hard faced wench. There is some of me that really likes you and wants to give into you but there is something holding me back but I think sooner or later I will want you completely just be patient with me." She said
 
The Captain liked her white nighty, he liked it very much. He eyed her as he entered his quarters, and let his eyes liberally scan up and down her body at every opportunity, caring little if she noticed it or not. He took a sip of his wine, "I like you dressed like this, just enough to to tease me...." He stopped and smiled, knowing without a doubt she enjoyed teasing him and driving him crazy. "...yet not so covering that I can't enjoy your spectacular beauty and keep driving me crazy wanting you."

He was still admiring her, while eating the sweet lobster meat, the fine wine, when he heard her sexy command, "Open up Captain." While he wished she had meant his zipper, this was almost as good, as she placed in the savory, delicious potato and that was followed by a truly delicious kiss. Their lips and their tongues playing, their bodies wanting, he let his hand wrap around the waist of her barely covered body, and he loved how every part of her felt.

He was hungrier than ever, but not just for dinner she had him panting for her. She sat back, "Captain I must admit I like your lips on mine." She said with slight blush. She feeling a bit more relaxed as she poured herself more wine. "You know I am not a complete hard faced wench. There is some of me that really likes you and wants to give into you but there is something holding me back but I think sooner or later I will want you completely just be patient with me." She said

He laughed, "I like your lips on mine as well, both sets, one more delicious than the next. In fact I am hungry to enjoy both right now." He leaned forward with a piece of lobster in his mouth and kissed her again, bu this time he also ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and ran his fingers teasingly along her slit. They shared the lobster and another long kiss, until they broke, smiling. "You see, I never forget about my girl, or her lips, I take care of it all....I will try to be patient but you must also understand my needs. In little more than an hour, I will battle for us, to ensure our safety and increase our wealth. I want to fight for my woman, the woman who knows what I need and makes me great. Make me cum Clarabelle, cum hard and go to battle virile and strong. And promise me, if I am victorious that you will consider giving me your all, including letting my cock enjoy your treasure. If not immediately, soon, the reward your Captain's needs..."
 
Clarabelle willingly kissed him back. She felt his hand moving up the inside of her thigh and teased her pussy. She didn’t pull away or stop him. “Yes, I understand you have needs but I will not compromise myself for you. I promise I will consider giving myself to you, but I am not guaranteeing I will come to the decision to do so.” She said. She really doubted she would suddenly soften her stance on giving herself to him. Her mind was made up she wasn’t ready yet to give herself to him yet. Maybe one day but not in the near future.

“I have heard a satisfied man is more likely to succeed in battle so what you like? Would you like to slide your sword between my breasts or in my mouth or would you like me try again at a hand job?” She said. She got up and moved around the table and slid onto his lap. She ran her fingers through his hair looking into his eyes. She kissed him softly her tongue sliding into his mouth. She made out with the Captain with passion. Her feminine body wriggling in his lap. He felt so big and strong against her. His body was so much bigger than hers.

He was a big brute of a man who had shown there was some softness to him and he wasn’t a complete savage because he hadn’t raped her. "What will it be My Captain?" She asked him.
 
Their was no doubting the chemistry between them, no matter how much she might try to deny it. He knew a woman's virginity was sacred, but how long could she withhold giving her cunt the pleasure of his cock? "Hmmm, while you are not offering two opening that I long to plunder, the options you do offer are much appreciated and desired."

She was gorgeous in her white nightie and he felt his desire surging as they made out and she squirmed on his lap. As they kissed, he liberally played with the bare pussy under the thin, short gown, rubbing his fingers up and down her slit, fingering her vagina and teasing her button. He liked how she moaned into each kiss, and knew he was hard enough to blow.

He lifted her up and slid her straps off her shoulder, baring her full, gorgeous breasts. "My God you have perfect tits..." He leaned down and ran his tongue around her nipples and then suckled and his hands again teased her cunt. "I want you to wet my cock with your mouth, and then let me slide between your perfect orbs...when I cum, it is your choice whether you want it in your mouth or on your tits, although, I can't imagine you could want any desert more, than my sweet, thick cream!"
 
“I will gladly give you some pleasure it is the least I can do for you. I don’t fancy being kidnapped by someone else today, so I need my Captain to win the battle to come.” Clarabelle said with a laugh.

His hand was up her nightie teasing and playing with her wet pussy. She was moaning into their passionate kisses. He sure knew how to make her feel good. Her juices dripped down her thighs. He lifted her up and pushed her straps down her shoulders. Her breasts were free and her nipples hard. She blushed as he called her tits perfect. She moaned out feeling his tongue trace her nipple and then suck. “Oh Captain.” She gasped out. She closed her eyes for a minute enjoying him teasing her cunt as he played with her nipples.

“Well I am still a little peckish.” She said playfully with a twinkle in her eyes. She moved down onto her knees and lick his shaft before taking him in her mouth and sucking softly. She slid her mouth off his cock and spit on his cock rubbing her spit up and down his shaft her hand pumping him gently unlike her first attempt at a hand job where she had put no effort it in not caring about his pleasure. She slid onto her feet and went to lay on his bed. “Come on come fuck the tits you call perfect.” She said running her fingertips against her heaving breast.
 
The Captain was not just brave, strong, manly and handsome, he was also very intelligent, and loved a witty turn of phrase. “I will gladly give you some pleasure it is the least I can do for you. I don’t fancy being kidnapped by someone else today, so I need my Captain to win the battle to come.” He smiled, “Don’t you mean, win the battle, so he can make you cum...over and over and over!”

Much had changed since her first encounter with his cock. Then she was rough, selfish, petulant, now though, as her body was still reverberating from the pleasures he had just skillfully and passionately inflicted upon her nipples and cunt. It took no commands, barely a request, his beautiful captive dropped to her knees, and began to worship his cock. Gently she licked, sucked, spit and stroked his hard cock. He loved it, and loved even more how she treasured, protected, nurtured and aroused this tool that she knew was now dedicated solely to her.

She stood and swung her sexy body, climbing in to what was now THEIR bed. “Come on come fuck the tits you call perfect.”. He walked over, his cock sticking straight out, his spear of masculinity, dripping of her sexy, sweet saliva, and his precum. He got up on the bed, and straddled her ribs, his cock lying between her magnificent orbs, his one eyed snake looking up at his snake charmer. He began to rock back and forth, sliding his tip, up to the point it brushed her lips, and then back down.

“Push your tits together gorgeous...” He put his hand back, curling his fingers, slipping them up inside her, his fingers fucking her pussy, his thumb massaging her clit, as he rocked faster, fucking her tits. He loved every part of her body. He moaned, his heart racing, “It isn’t just your tits that are perfect...it is merely the first of a delicious spectacular list!”
 
Clarabelle was softening to the Captain. She liked him and wasn’t completely holding back anymore but there was still a part of her that was resisting him and would do for quite some time. Until she could be completely sure he was the one she wanted to give herself to completely.

She watched him walk over to her. He got up onto the bed and straddled her ribs. His cock slid between her breasts. He was rocking his hips back and forth until his cock tip was against her lips. She licked the tip. He curled his fingers into her pussy. His fingers felt so much bigger than her handmaiden’s. “Oh my.” She moaned out as his thumb massaged her clit. She squeezed her breasts tightly around his hard cock. She looked up at him as he fucked her breasts.

She stuck out her tongue and licked his tip every time it slides towards her mouth. She closed her eyes moaning out her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Her nipples were so hard, and her breasts were squished tightly around his cock. Her legs started to tremble and she starting cumming on his fingers.
 
They got into a good rhythm, her tits engulfing his cock as she slid back and forth fucking her cleavage. Her body looked incredible as his head slit through and emerged only to be welcomed by her tongue and mouth. He was now working her pussy hard, wanting her to cum when he did. The Captain was not selfish, he loved making Clarabelle cum and he wanted her pussy to be absolutely gushing to see him and feel his touch. "I love how hungry you look and how your mouth is always open and your tongue ready to enjoy my tip!"

"HMMMMM.....OHHH....FUCCKKK...Baby that feels so good...I love your tits, your body..keep tha that mouth open...let me....OH.....FUUUCCCCKKKKK...YES, YESS!!!!!" He kept driving and sliding, pushing back and forth, his cock wanted and needed to...."Feed you...swallow me baby...swallow my seed..." And suddenly as he felt her pussy cumming all over his fingers, his cock rocketed and began firing his cum into her mouth, and all over her face and tits...he was painting the sexy girl with his load, most of it delivered directly into her mouth, but just enough elsewhere to give him the full visual effect of covering her in cum...and she looked amazing!

He finally slowed, "You look even more gorgeous wearing and swallowing my cum....You make me feel like such a man...now I must go....and fight for you...win for you....if you look out the window, we will be in full battle in less than an hour...and then you will see how your Captain, your man can protect and battle for his lady....thank you...and be ready for my return!"
 
Clarabelle liked driving Captain crazy. She could tell by the look in his eyes he only wanted and needed her. She could tell he was getting close as she was cumming all over his thick fingers. “Oh god.” She moaned loudly. He suddenly started cumming spraying his cum on her tits and into her mouth. She looked into his eyes as she swallowed his cum.

“Go out there and win and I might just let you cover me in cum again.” She said. She pulled him to her and kiss him aggressively. “Don’t let me down or you won’t ever get to go down on me again.” She said. She looked into his eyes giving him one last kiss to see him off to battle.

She watched him walk away and she was worried for his safety. She hoped he would come back to her. She started to clean his cum off her tits and she pulled her lacy nightie back into place. She ran her fingers through her hair sat on the bed waiting for the battle to begin.
 
She felt so good, devilishly good. Perhaps she was the devil incarnate. The Captain did not abide with conventional descriptions of the devil, some leatherish red, scaled ghoul and monster, complete with a tail, horns fangs etc. who could ever be seduced by such a monster. No, to steal a man’s soul would take a far different package. And there was Clarabelle, the personification of perfection in flesh, a body to die for. A woman men would long for, sacrifice principles and convictions, and quite literally sell their souls to possess. Luckily for the Captain, his soul had been earmarked long, long ago.

They were triumphant, magnificent, as they came together. And she made sure he enjoyed as she lapped up and swallowed his cum down in her sexy mouth and down her throat. But then the devil came out, teasing, never promising, how her body could enjoy such rapture and then deny what should be his was mind boggling.

“Go out there and win and I might just let you cover me in cum again.” She said. She pulled him to her and kiss him aggressively. “Don’t let me down or you won’t ever get to go down on me again.” She said. She looked into his eyes giving him one last kiss to see him off to battle.

What a sorceress, but a man like the Captain had limits, he was a wolf being sent out rabid into the moonlit night. Yes, he would battle, and he would win, he had no choice, but when he did, she would see him in a frenzy like no other, and other than a stake in his heart, he did not want to be denied again.

"We have closed within half a league Captain, we have stayed back 45 degrees from it starboard side." The Captain looked at his watch, he looked at the sky. "Stay out of the moonlight on the water, and make sure there is not a singled lantern or candle on ship. It will be a bit after 1 AM when we catch her and most will be fast asleep. I want us running along side, not more than 20 feet away when we fire, as soon as two of our canons are ready fire, by the time they are getting to stations we will have all canons in range and we will volley our shots, and board her. Be warned, they will be well armed, so we must move quickly, it this entire exchange lasts more than 20 minutes we are likely doomed. Kill any soldier, do not harm the women and children unless they take arms and then they suffer like any other. Be at your best tonight men and the bounty will be rich. Board, take, leave and sink her."

The Captain took the wheel and moved his ship deftly into position and as his nose was creeping along side he heard the other ship, "Pirates..." Only to hear his response, "FIRE!"
 
Clarabelle had fallen asleep sat on the bed. The Captain had tired her out. Today had been such a whirlwind. When she woke this morning, she would have never guessed that she would be kidnapped and then sexual awaken by a pirate Captain. She snuggled down into the bed sheets. She found herself dreaming of Captain. He had her pinned down on the bed. He ripped off her nightie and started to run his sword over her wet pussy. He was driving her crazy teasing her. Her hands above her head. She was wriggling around under him. He took her a nipple in her mouth and suckled making her moan loudly her body arching.

He continued to tease her pussy and then out of her lips in the dream land came something she didn’t think she would be saying “please Captain fuck me”. He slammed his sword into her, and it hurt but so good. Her Captain was fucking her so hard it felt amazing. She was sadly awoken from her dream by a loud "FIRE!" She slid out of the bed aware how wet her panties were from her dream. She moved to the window. She was feeling worried about Captain. She didn't want him to get hurt although she claimed feeling indifference for him she actually did somewhat like him and that was growing all the time especially after that dream.

Her nipples were poking out of her nightie and her panties were soaking wet. That dream had really got her turned on. She closed her eyes thinking about how in her dream had it felt him thrusting his sword in her wet pussy. She shook the thought away focusing on looking out of the window to see the battle unfold.
 
The thought briefly crossed his mind as he steered his ship into position, "what if he died in battle tonight, died without ever deflowering the maiden, fucking her glorious tight, virgin cunt?" What a travesty that would be, and not just for him, but her as well, and she didn't even know it.

He could see and hear they were getting in position on the other side, his first volley had wounded but not crippled the French war ship, but had not completely crippled her. If they were lucky they would have one more shot before they, themselves, felt the fiery canon balls. Now fully alongside he could see their crew, loading their canons, about to light when again he commanded, "Fire" this time sixteen canons fired broadside into the now dead hull and decimated crew. She would sink in less than a half hour, and there was nothing the other side could do. "Board her! We have no more than 10 minutes!"

Grappling hooks and nets were fired across, musket fire exchanged, and the Captain, two swords in his hands, his shirt off, his body filled with adrenaline, he lead. Their commander met him, a master swordsman himself, or so he thought, the command ran him through in less than 10 seconds. Wave after wave they fought. The captain whirling and jousting, two swords, fighting two and three men at a time. He was like a ballet dancer, the Baryshnikov of sword fighting, he killed fifteen men himself, overall his crew between the canons and the fighting killed 70. There were two servants, the commander's wife, and his beautiful 18 year old daughter.

They brought the women and servants, the gold and any munitions and weapons they could find, and the liquor, always the liquor, ten barrels of wine, ale and rum! It was a fine bounty. The Captain had the 18 year old in his arms when he came back on his ship, they set the ghost ship adrift. He was certain Clarabelle had seen him, he hoped she had. She had wanted to see what he could do, what finer exhibition could he have done. The young girl was beautiful, wearing only the lingerie she had worn to bed.

She was terrified, but also turned on to be in the masculine Captain's strong arms, her hand on his chest. "What becomes of me now, am I your new sex slave?" She was tempting and the idea of she and Clarabelle together, yummm! "We shall see, it all depends...for now I have other plans...." He had the women kept separate, and put in a small private holding cell. At a minimum they would collect a fine sum at auction, and should Clarabelle not behave, the young one was an appealing consolation prize.

He took a bucket of water and poured it over himself, pouring away the blood and char from the fight. He was soaking wet and glistening from head to toe as he entered his quarters...breathing heavy and fully erect. He slammed the door as he entered, "I am back and I am victorious!"
 
Clarabelle was watching the battle from the window. She was surprised watching him fighting was making her panties wetter. She felt herself wanting him so badly. The heat between her legs was like a wild fire and there was only him who could put it out. She couldn’t believe it, but she was actually finding herself wanting to be taken by him completely. Maybe she would let him take her innocence when he returned from battle. The more she watched him the more she wanted it to happen as soon as he returned to her from battle.

Oh god she wanted him inside of her so badly but then she saw him carrying some red head whore. She shook her head displeased at the sight. He told her he only wanted her but now he was taking another woman captive and carry her himself not one of his crew. She sat on the bed feel disappointed with him. The urge to completely give herself to him was fading quickly. She was still turned on but seeing him carrying her really made her not want him to take her virginity tonight. She wasn’t a woman who would be sharing a man and she wanted to be his number 1 and only one because she was worth more than all of the woman on this ship put together.

"Yes, Captain I saw. I also saw you brought some whore back. You told me you only wanted me so why carry her back like she is some damsel in distress. Are you trying to make me jealous Captain?” Clarabelle said. If he was trying to make her jealous it sure was working. She didn’t know why but she felt extremely possessive over him. “You know I was considering while I watched you fight give myself to you as soon as you returned and then I saw you with her and that urge went away. If you want my virginity, there is no other but me. I will not share, and I am much more attractive than her so why go for second best?” She said.

She could see that he had been hard from the moment he entered the cabin. “I am angry at you, but I am also somewhat wet from watching you fight so you may do everything but take my virginity.” She said. She slid off her nightie and stood before him in just her wet panties. Her nipples already hard. She walked over to him and push his back against the closed door kissing him roughly. Her hand slid down to grip his sword. “Tell me this is mine.” She said looking into his eyes. She pumped his cock through his trousers.
 
It was dangerous, life risking, and he would likely find the day where a tip of another's sword found him, but not tonight. Tonight he had enjoyed every second, every victory. Tonight he had been the master, courageous, fearless and impressive. The commander's daughter had watched and completely fallen for the handsome Captain despite herself. He had killed many she cared about, but he did it so commandingly, she found herself as wet and aroused as she had ever been. So when he swept her up in her arms, she was hoping it would be a quick trip to his chambers for her to give him the flower she was more than excited to be rid of. She realized she was about to be set down and resisted.

Her first question of being a sex slave had not received the answer she hoped, so she decided to be more forward. "Captain, I understand the fortunes of war, and I am now yours to do with as you want. You don't know the luck of your heroics, but I can see the monster that needs to be served in your trousers, and...luckily for you, I am young, and you will find my endurance and willingness are limitless!" The Captain looked at her, that was quite an offer. He wanted Clarabelle, she was why he was hard right now, and she was the woman of his dreams. This little minx though might prove useful, perhaps to both he and Clarabelle at some point.

Now in the room, he was so ready, chest heaving, adrenaline pumping, his body needed what only Clarabelle could offer and he needed it now. "Yes, Captain I saw. I also saw you brought some whore back. You told me you only wanted me so why carry her back like she is some damsel in distress. Are you trying to make me jealous Captain?” More of her petulant nonsense, but she did make him smile, despite himself.

"Well, she was a damsel in distress, and you would not expect me to be any less than a hero to the women whose men I had slain, would you? Now whether she is a whore, I do not know, I came seeking you, but I could go back and check if you feel it necessary? As for jealousy, that would be a function of concern of losing the one thing you know that can satisfy that need between your gorgeous thighs."

She looked spectacular in her barely there nighty and he watched her display her incredible physique. Her panties clung to her as if doused with water, yet the little bitch stood there still wanting to deny what her body needed as much as his. “You know I was considering while I watched you fight give myself to you as soon as you returned and then I saw you with her and that urge went away. If you want my virginity, there is no other but me. I will not share, and I am much more attractive than her so why go for second best?”

"Ha!" He laughed. "I have not YET gone for her, I came for you, but look at my cock, look at how rigid and ready he is, if I am going to be denied here, why should I not make sure he can enjoy other thighs, who are much more eager to part and welcome him?" It was sexual jousting at his finest, verbal parry and thrust...two mouths suggesting one thing...while his hard cock and her dripping cunt cleary wanted another.

He could see her wheels turning, and the temptation he provided. “I am angry at you, but I am also somewhat wet from watching you fight so you may do everything but take my virginity.” She said. She slid off her nightie and stood before him in just her wet panties. Her nipples already hard. She walked over to him and push his back against the closed door kissing him roughly. Her hand slid down to grip his sword. “Tell me this is mine.”

One arm reached around and grabbed her waist pulling her tightly, the other hand ripped off her panties and squeezed them feeling her saturated juices flow out over his fingers and down his arm. He kissed her, fuck he kissed her. "Undress me...prepare me like the warrior I am, the warrior you want!"

Standing their they were majestic in thier glorious naked bodies, and he picked her up in his arms. Unceremeniously, he carried her to his bed, and flung her down onto her back, grabbing her legs and pulling them open. He grabbed her knees and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed, and took his massive prick and started to slap the puffy lips of her glistening cunt. "You want it as yours...to own a man's sword, you must provide the sheath to house him..." Slap, slap, slap his huge cock teased her....he leaned down and run his tongue up and down the inside of he cunt, drinkin her...and then stood back up, and brought his head to her opening, "you can even be a bitch...but my bitch...and never refuse your stud..."
 
“Really Captain she didn’t seem like a damsel in distress and I don’t think you need to be a hero all the time. Oh, it was so clear she was whore and you know it to. She had that look your wenches have and Eliza like she would do anything you ask no matter how depraved it was. Way too easy.” Clarabelle said. She wanted him to only want to be her hero and not be interested in any other woman than her.

She got annoyed when he laughed at her. She rolled her eyes at him. “You really want go fuck her go ahead but you know you won’t be fucking me at all. Don’t treat me like some common whore because I am not, and you know that. She could never make you feel how I have without even giving myself to you completely.” She said. Her body still may want him but she wasn’t going to give him herself after that show with the whore and the way he was behaving about it.

She wanted and she gave him a chance to at least have some fun with her body if he told her that his sword was hers, but he didn’t do so. He reached around and grabbed her waist. He ripped off her panties. “Don’t get big headed about me wanting you it is turn off you being so arrogant about it.” She said. She started undressing her Captain.He picked her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. He threw her down on her back. He grabbed her legs and pulled them open. He slid her to the edge of the bed. He started to slap his large sword against her pussy lips. It felt good. As he told her she must provide a sheath for his sword he continued to slap his cock against her pussy. He then moved to lick her pussy drinking her sweet nectar. She moaned out.

He moved his cock back to her pussy. “I don’t want you to take my virginity right now. I don’t want a man who just rescued some whore to take me. You purposefully rubbed her in face making sure to bring her in front of the window.” She said. She was hurt by his actions and really didn’t want what she thought was about to happen to happen. She didn’t want him to force himself on her. "If you rape me I won't forgive you but if you are going to do it just get it other with." She said looking up at him with cold eyes. The softness she had earlier for him had gone. She closed her eyes and lay under him still wondering what was going to happen.
 
They were both so strong willed, they tended to fight against their own desires out of pride. Their passion was so strong, as were their tempers and pride. “Really Captain she didn’t seem like a damsel in distress and I don’t think you need to be a hero all the time. Oh, it was so clear she was whore and you know it to. She had that look your wenches have and Eliza like she would do anything you ask no matter how depraved it was. Way too easy...You really want go fuck her go ahead but you know you won’t be fucking me at all. Don’t treat me like some common whore because I am not, and you know that. She could never make you feel how I have without even giving myself to you completely.”

Part of what her so desirable was her sass and haughtiness, she knew she was special and demanded it, but she also infuriated him, he had offered her fidelity and yet she kept challenging him, while still denying him. "You best not be so reckless with that tongue, I have offered you far more than you have offered me. Yes your treats are without compare, and in return I have taken you into my bed, am offering you to be my queen, and yet you keep denying me, challenging me to fuck others? Is that what you want, to have another woman want and enjoy my spear, when I had offered it to you exclusively and you refused me so resolute!"

He was so hard he ached, she was petulant and angy, a spoiled bitch, but a precious gem. He knew there was no equal of her beauty or talents on this boat, on these seas, or possibly on this globe, yet, Gods, she demanded so much and offered so little, she knew what he needed, what she could do, and how she could own him for herself, and yet, always NOOOO!

He threw her on the bed, teased her and spanked her with his cock, intent on fucking her. His cock was magnificent, he knew it, any woman he had ever been with would spend the rest of her nights dreaming about the supreme tool she had once had the luxury to enjoy, and yet now...moaning and wet, his gloriousness spanking and teasing her dripping hole she refused him...not with no is yes, that he would have taken, shown her the light, but the eyes that looked up at him now were cold, lacking passion, and he started to doubt if she would ever be his.

“I don’t want you to take my virginity right now. I don’t want a man who just rescued some whore to take me. You purposefully rubbed her in my face making sure to bring her in front of the window"....If you rape me I won't forgive you but if you are going to do it just get it other with."[/B]

Perhaps he had paraded the girl, it had not been his primary intent. At his core he was gallant, he liked being the dashing pirate king, and yes, rescuing damsels in distress and having them swoon at your greatness and valor, was a nice perk of the job. He loved Clarabelle's spirit, but a little swooning would have been appreciated to. The fact that a woman like her, could be jealous of anyone was laughable but he did like it, not so much as to the threat of another woman as there really wasn't one, but for the possessiveness and desire it did suggest for him!

It was the second part that left him cold, "If you RAPE me .... The word echoed in his brain, and he let her go. "I will only take a woman who I know wants me to take her...I am not a rapist, I don't need to be, and I would castrate any of my men who did. You think you can toy with my affections...if you continue to push me so hard for others, you just may get your wish...but think through, do you not want to be my queen...do you really believe that if I take another, you will ever feel like this with anyone else!"

And with that he flipped her, and put her on his knees. He was determined to give her pussy the licking and tongue fucking of her life, her ass too...he wanted her to moan, and cum and feel the desires only he could create, and then she could rethink if she truly wanted to send him off to fuck another. He pushed her up on her knees, and spread her cheeks, dove his face in and then his tongue began running from clit, through the wet valley of her opening, teased he taint, and then rimmed her delicious asshole! Over and over his tongue worked deep and vigorously up and down her path. First tongue, then fingers as he increasingly worked both holes feeling he body respond, and her pussy drip!
 
Clarabelle didn’t like hearing him tell her she might just get what she wished for if she kept pushing him. “I don’t know Captain.” She answered him. She really didn’t know that anyone could make her feel like he made her feel. She knew she wanted to be his, but she was too prideful to just give herself to him after the behaviour he had just displayed with that whore. Yes, he hadn’t done anything with, but it was clear he probably considered being with her if he could not have Clarabelle. She didn’t want him to consider any woman but her.

He flipped her and put her on his knees. He pushed her up onto her knees and spread her cheeks and his face dove in. His tongue was running over her clit making her moan out. Her pussy was very wet. His tongue surprised her by moving to her asshole and rimming her. She gasped in surprise. It felt awfully good his tongue working on her tight little asshole. He was working his tongue back and forth from her pussy to her asshole. “Ah oh god.” She cried out. Her body was trembling her pussy dripping more and more.

Her body wanted him like crazy, but her pride was standing in the way. She was fighting the urge to scream out fuck me. It was so difficult for her to fight her urges although she was still annoyed with him. She was wanting to hold onto to being in control of her virginity. Back home keeping herself pure was the only power and control she really had. As much as her father respected her and gave her a good life the rest of the town folk didn’t treat her the way she deserved and the only power she had was not letting just any man take away her pureness.

She was really confused about how she felt about Captain. She felt like she was being pulled into two different directions. One side wanted him to take her so much and the other side was reluctant. She just didn’t know what to do or what she wanted to happen. Of course she wanted him but there was a mental block.
 
"You don't know! How can you not know...shut your traitorous mouth, and listen to your body, for it is the only part of you that does know what it wants. Listen to it!" When they stopped talking and played, they were so good. On her knees, in front of him, she was a goddess, and in he dove to adore his Goddess' offering. His tongue circled her clit, massaging her nub, as her hips move in synch.

He slid his hand up her thigh, and has his tongue ventured north licking her lips his index finger replaced his tongue, and took over tantalizing her clit, as he licked and drank of the nectar flowing out of her in abundance. "Don't you feel how ripe your fruit is, how your juices flow and feed me, your body drawing me in, wanting to feed on my meat."
His tongue continued, up, and now was at her opening, her cunt yawning open, juices flowing like syrup. "I fuck you with my tongue, but it is at best a poor substitute for the sword your sheath covets holding."

“Ah oh god.” He heard her, and knew, herr body was now screaming, listen he thought, listen! He drove his tongue faster and faster, hardening it, and moving it, as it explored every nuance of her sex. "Don't you feel the penetration, but it is not enough is it, your hole is glorious and deserves to be filled and satisfied. Over and over, deeper and deeper he fucked her, until he had to move on. Index finger working her clit, his thumb now was the lucky digit to replace his tongue in her cunt, as her taint was now the object of his licking and kissing.

Over and over he licked her sweet taint, while finger fucking her cunt, and teasing her clit. One destination to go, and there he was her sweet pucker, he licked her glorious brown eye, feeling her body squirm to his touches and kisses. "Squeeze your nipples, squeeze them hard, for when my tongue enters your ass, your body will feel as good as it can, absent my cock. You will be in ecstacy, better than you have ever felt, yet one thing will be missing...listen to your body...listen to what you need!

And with that, he was working both holes, fucking both, teasing her clit, while she teased her hard and ultra sensitive nipples. He was panting, and his movements was teasing his cock so bad, he was so hard, and enjoying her, as good as it was was still not enough...she had to listen to her body...but if she didn't hear it...HE DID!
 
“It doesn’t know what I want. I don’t know what I want. You expect so much from me and I don’t know what I want.” Clarabelle shouted at him. She was a woman full of fire and spirit. His tongue was circling her clit making her moan and wriggle around under him. She felt his hand moving up her thigh and his index finger replaced his tongue teasing her clit. Her pussy was flowing with juices and it was clear her pussy craved in him. She just couldn’t get passed her mind. His tongue dove deep into her pussy.

His tongue fucking her little pussy as his finger teased her clit. His tongue felt so good in her. She found herself wanting to be filled but she just couldn’t say it. His tongue was so strong. He slid his tongue out of her and she was surprised to hear a disappointed groan leave her lips. His thumb slid deep into her as his tongue went to kissing and licking at the skin between her pussy and ass making her eyes go wide.

His tongue was driving her crazy. She laid back on the bed her legs spread and her heart racing and breathing heavy her breasts heaving in and out. “Ah god.” She whimpered out feel his tongue on her little asshole. Nobody had ever touched her there before. It was a first and she liked it. He told her to squeeze her nipples hard. She gripped her nipples roughly and squeezed and pulled on them. He wanted her to listen to her body and she was, but her mind would not let her say it. She was resisting the urge to scream for him to fuck her.

He was working her tight little asshole and pussy as she was pulling and squeezing hard on her nipples. She could see he was so hard. Her mind felt like it was turning to mush from all the intense pleasures. She felt powerless laying there not able to move not from restraints but frozen from extreme pleasure she was feeling. Her pussy began squirting wildly making such a mess all over the bed. “uh ah mmm.” She cried out her words were gone just pleasurable moans left.
 
Had a more enticing offering ever been on display? He propped her back up on her elbows and knees, and as his tongue explored her ass, and one hand fingered her cunt and teased her clit, his other hand came down SPANK, on her perfect rounded ass. He felt her jerk, and then press back int him, even harder, her pussy even more wet and dripping which seemed impossible.

Her cunt was glorious, enjoying everything he was doing, yet screaming for more. Why didn't Clarabelle listen, her cunt was calling, and if she would not listen his cock most certainly would. His tongue was now deep in her ass, eating and licking, as she moaned and bucked. His fingers buried in her pussy, sawing in and out. Her button was so swollen and responsive, her thighs now slick in an abundance of juices from her squirting. There was only one thing left!

In one fast motion he stood up on his knees and his huge cock shot forward. Her ass pushed back and her vaginal opening gaped from where his two fingers exited. It was open and hungry, a young robin, jaws agape, no man could resist, not even the Captain, and then he was in.

His cock tore her hymen like a knife through warm butter. He felt her jerk, but she was so tight and so wet, her cunt gripped him and would not let go. Retreat was not an option, and he felt her warm blood of his advance, but fearless and wanting his troops carried forward, his spear having pierced her virgnal veil, he drove harder and deeper, her magnificent wet tight cunt, gripping him every inch and giving his cock what it had so wanted.

Grabbing hips he pounded her virgin hole! Hard, deep, relentless. He was half out of his mind in lust, not thinking, only taking, he would deal with his conscience later, now it was his cockhead that ruled and controlled its master. He grips her hips so hard, he fired his body into her, the slaps of his pelvis on her ass, resounded through his chambers, as did their grunts and moans.

Her body needed and wanted this didn't it...oh god, this wasn't him taking...but take he did. Her flower was his, her virgin cunt now posted with his flag. Her channel being savagely explored by the biggest cock in the high seas. "Fuck, fuck, you are so tight, so good...fuck you feel amazing...your cunt is incredible, the best, very best...OH...OH...OHHHHHH! His body was tensing, she was squiring...she had never said yes...how could he?...How could he not..."FUCK!!!!" She was perfect, and his body tensed....every muscle lurched...and he came, and came and came...rope after hot, steaming rope attacked her walls, and coated her virgin womb.

She was his, now and forever, never a maiden again, she was now a woman whether she wanted to be or not...she was his pirate queen...he, her king...but then ....

She had never said yes! He fell on top of her, exhausted, and suddenly ashamed. "I'm so sorry...I...I couldn't stop....how...can you ever forgive me?" He pulled out, and grabbed his pants, tossing them on as he headed out....he needed a drink...he needed time...what had he done!?!?
 
Clarabelle saw the Captain get up onto his knees. He pushed his cock against her pussy which was dripping wet and desperate to be fucked but she couldn’t say any words and even if she could she wouldn’t be able to say it. The mind block was strong and there was only one way it would be broken and that was if he just took her. Her body was screaming for him to take her. Her body responded to his every touch.

He pushed into her and broke her hymen making her scream out. Blood was flowing from her virgin pussy all over his cock. He was slamming deeper and harder into her. She closed her eyes whimpering out. It hurt but she actually found some pleasure in it. His cock felt like it belonged in her. He gripped her hips and was pounding her virgin pussy and not letting up. Her body was trembling under him. He was grunting out as he fucked her.

She opened her eyes. There was tears in her eyes. She was experiencing such painful pleasure. She was speechless and only letting out moans and whimpers as he fucked her. She screamed loudly as her pussy started squirting all over his cock her body shaking violently under him. She then felt him cum deep inside of her. Feeling him cum in her felt so good. He pussy was full of his cum. She couldn’t believe her virginity had just been taken by the Captain.


She laid panting on the bed she was sore. Her pussy hurt and blood was dripping down her legs. She was speechless she couldn’t believe that he had just taken her virginity. She was no longer pure and innocent. She watched him pull on some pants. “Don’t go.” She weakly said just before he walked out leaving her. She was left alone laid on the bed and the sheets were covered in her virgin blood. She slid off the bed and started to clean herself. She did her best to clean the bed sheets. She got back in the bed and lay the


re thinking about what just happened. She wasn’t upset and she wasn’t angry. She actually liked it. She wanted him to come back to bed so she could be with her king. She felt like he had released her from her prison in her mind that was stopping her being with him. She was glad he had taken her and wanted to ride him and show him that she wasn't angry with him or scared of him. He didn't need forgiveness from her there was nothing to forgive. She wanted to feel his body against her again and hoped he would return to the cabin soon.
 
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