The Captain & The Beauty (CLOSED)

He laughed, he could barely believe himself he was having her stop for a minute. “Well you are concerning me you have banged your head too much and gone crazy asking me to stop.” He watched her go over and grab it. "Maybe I have lost my mind....that's what loving a woman can do!"

He fished out the ring and proposed. Suddenly he was pretty sure she no longer thought he was crazy. “Oh Captain I love it and of course I will marry you. I am yours for better or worse and in sickness and health....Now my Captain do you want these tits or my devoted mouth around your cock?” He slipped the ring on her finger, he loved seeing it there, she was his one and only, the woman he would rule the seas with.

"Well, I love that mouth...but tonight, I want those gorgeous tits. Titty fuck me my love!" It was funny, he had no energy, but if he could enjoy release at her hand, he knew he would sleep like a baby. She was so beautiful, sliding his massive cock between her golden tits and perfect nipples. "Oh Yess, that is sooo....Ohhhhh, Fuuuuccckkkk!" He closed his eyes and rolled his head back, and came....and came!"

It was the perfect treatment....his body completely relaxed he laid back and feel asleep. He had no idea how long he slept, but he knew his body had been through one hell of a fight. He didn't remember everything, but he remembered the battle, the ring, and the spoils. He was very groggy, he was also a bit disoriented....but he only wanted one thing....her!
 
Clarabelle used her breasts to milk her Captain’s cock. They were squeezing his cock tightly bouncing around his big sword. He covered her breast in his cum. She slid off the bed. She kissed his forehead. “I love you now rest up.” She said. She left him to rest on the bed and went to bathe herself. After bathing herself she dried off. She slid into bed with her Captain naked. He was fast asleep. She struggled to fall asleep worried about him but she eventually found slumber. She was snuggled into his side sleeping naked by his side. Her hard nipples rubbing up against him. She was a bit restless rolling around even worrying about him in her sleep. She had roll over so her ass was up against him.
 
She could make his cock work when the rest of his body wouldn't. Her tits were incredible, and as she titty fucked his massive cock, of course he came and came all over her breasts and face. He remembered little else, as he was soon fast asleep.

During the night fever came, and he slipped into delirium. Suddenly he was dreaming he was being held captive, being told he had to fuck the King's daughter or he and his men would be killed. The king was a sadist and women had no value to him, he didn't just want him to fuck his daughter, he wanted him to feel the power of his massive cock deep inside her virgin asshole.

The king was having him whipped her whipped and yelling at her to fuck his virgin, bitch daughter. "Teach her a lesson...be a man....or I will kill you and your crew!" The king yelled. The captain was completely delirious, he had no idea this was all in his mind, he thought he was saving his crew.

He grabbed the daughter from behind, put his one hand over her mouth, partly blocking her breathing and with the other hand he pulled her legs open and drove his cock deep inside the virgin asshole. He was splitting the poor girl open, but he knew what he must do...how he had to please the king. "There you whore...see your Daddy watching you...see how he wants me to teach you...fuck me you cunt....let me own that ass!"

Little did he know, he was actually fucking his beloved fiancee!
 
Her Captain was so hot up against her body. Clarabelle was concerned about his fever. She was going to go get the doctor but then his hands grabbed hold of him and he put one hand on her mouth. She looked over her shoulder to see if he was awake but he was having a fever dream. He pulled her legs open and then drove his cock into her asshole. “Oh fuck!” She moaned out. He had slid into her with one powerful thrust no lube it hurt so good.

She wondered what this fever dream was about hearing him say her Daddy was watching and that her Daddy wanted him to teach her. He was so hard deep inside of her. She thrust back on his cock. Her pussy was so wet. She would get a doctor after he finished. His grip was so tight of her there was no chance of getting away from him right now. “Oh Captain you are very so very big in my little asshole.” She cried out.
 
Dry and tight he was half crazed, he heard a voice, "...teach my bitch daughter a lesson...show her who owns her...fuck that tight ass hard!" She bucked back against him, the little whore liked it rough! His hand slid around her throat, squeezing it a bit, choking her as his cock rammed in and out her dry asshole!

"You like it don't you whore!" He yelled out, unaware he was in a dream. His body slammed into her, his hand tightened more, “Oh Captain you are very so very big in my little asshole.” She cried out. He laughed in his delirium, "But that is what you like isn't it...a big cock ripping that tight little ass up...owning it, claiming it."

Her reached his other hand down, pushing one, two, three and then his entire hand into her pussy. "You cunt! You like that dry ass fuck...and a fist in your pussy don't you....take this bitch!" He never would have done this normally, but in this dream...he showed no remorse...fucking her like a savage!
 
Clarabelle wondered what was going through his head but she would play along for her Captain. The hand around her throat was squeezing tighter choking her as he slammed into her asshole. She was wriggling against his body moaning out. He was stretching her asshole out so much and it hurt just a little but she was coming to learn with her Captain that pain and pleasure mixed together were pretty amazing.

She was surprised feeling him stuff his fist deep inside of her pussy. His fever dream must be incredibly vivid. He was punching her cunt he was fisting her that hard. She screamed out her pussy squirting all over his fist as he attacked her asshole. Her Captain was being a savage and she loved it. She would have to share with him when he was awake he actually played out his dream on her.

Her body was hot and sweat. She was powerless under her Captain all she could do was take it and she was loving it. Her asshole squeezing down on his cock trying to milk him as she was making a mess all over his fist and soaking the bed too.
 
Deeply immersed in his delusionary dream, the Captain fucked the woman's ass hard, while fisting her cunt. The harder he went, the more she responded. Suddenly the whore was cumming, gushing down his fist and arm.

The King was yelling at him, he had made his daughter a whore, and now he demanded he treat her like one, and so he did. The Captain choked her, pounded her, and finally, as her body responded and came to his violent fucking, he could no longer hold back, and with sweat glistening all over his body, his fist and arm covered with the Princess whore's cum, he filled her ass with rope after rope from his large hard cock.

It was all a whirlwind...and soon after he came, he collapsed and feel into a deep, coma like sleep. He continued to dream the most erotic dreams...his cock would get hard...and as he dreamed, he finally began to regain sanity, and his fantasies turned to Clarabelle. It was so realistic, he would dream...get hard...and them cum...only to repeat...they were such realistic dreams...in fact...he would have sworn...he was actually fucking his gorgeous lover!

He woke up in the morning, he felt completely spent....his sheets were wet with sweat and cum...and there lay his Clarabelle...naked and exhausted beside him....
 
Clarabelle’s night was very long she barely got any sleep. Her Captain acting every dream he had on her body. Her body was tired, hot and sticky lying next to him. She was amazed that her Captain even though injured and having a high fever was able to fuck her like a beast. She was tossing and turning in her sleep worried about him. Although her body was exhausted she wasn’t having the most peaceful sleep. She had been waking up every hour to check he was okay.

She rolled over onto her side opening her eyes seeing he was awake. “If you feel like you have been up all night fucking my love than there is a reason for it. You were attacking me in your sleep.” She said laughing. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “You must of have had such a vivid fever dreams. The first one you must of have had some crazy dream it was like you really worked my ass like you were raping it. Do you remember your dream?” She said.
 
The Captain woke up exhausted, more tired than if he hadn't slept at all. What he remembered of the battle was primarily before he was hurt, after that, everything was a fever induced blur. He knew he had dreamed violent and sexual dreams, as if he had fucked and fucked, willed on by a spirit not of his own.

Yet now, as he awoke, here was his Clarabelle, he saw the rag on the bedside table and knew it was she who had taken care of him. He felt weak, but at least the fever had broken, yet he was confused as the sheets were thick with wetness, much more than sweat. He ran his hands across the fine silk fabric, and there was no mistaking it, the sheets were nearly coated in cum.

Suddenly his gorgeous lover rolled on her side and looked at him, she looked tired and spent, the woman had clearly tended to his needs all night long, he was a very lucky man, he knew that well! “If you feel like you have been up all night fucking my love than there is a reason for it. You were attacking me in your sleep.” She said laughing. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. “You must of have had such a vivid fever dreams. The first one you must of have had some crazy dream it was like you really worked my ass like you were raping it. Do you remember your dream?”

The Captain was embarrassed, "Are you okay, did I hurt you? I would never forgive myself. "He began to remember a bit. "Oh God, I do remember a bit, I was back with Captain Dread...he was my first Captain, the one who captured me. He was cruel, and he had his daughter with him...but when he was angry...or just in the mood, he would have us fuck her...basically rape her. However, I got to know her, and she told me I could help her...the other pirates would just abuse her. She however, liked it rough...particularly anal...dry and intense. The Captain enjoyed watching me the best, I had the biggest cock and he felt it most abused his daughter...but what he didn't know was I was the one she wanted...and we would put on a show..."

He looked into her eyes, not sure what she was thinking or if he might have hurt her, he also wasn't sure if he should be fully honest...Clarabelle knew the daughter...however, that was a longer story!
 
Their bed sheets were in such a mess from the night before. “Yeah I am fine my love.” She said stroking his chest. She liked her Captain was so concerned with how she felt and if she was okay. She was surprised to hear him tell her he was captured by a Captain. She was more surprised by the story he told her of that Captain having his crew rape his daughter. She didn’t quite know how to feel about this story he was telling her.

“So was dreaming of that woman? Where is she now?” She questioned him. She wondered if she should feel threatened by this woman he spoke of. She doubted she would have to because she knew she was different to every other woman he had ever been with. They had something special and they were meant to be together.
 
The Captain smiled, "Oh her father didn't consider it rape, he knew his daughter loved being fucked, he just wrongly assumed she like one cock as much as another. Some of the men she enjoyed greatly, while others crossed a line, and her father did not know or care about the difference."

He looked at her, "Are you sure you want to know? You know her, you have enjoyed her. It does not affect us....there is only one pussy I crave, one who can bring me to my knees, and that is the flower that lies between your gorgeous thighs. It is Sasha, and I think she is as attracted to you as she is to me. Do not be hard on her, she has been a loyal member of our crew, but remember she had a tough upbringing, and so she is who she is....her sexual needs are nearly insatiable, but luckily we have a very attentive crew!"

The Captain was still tired, and needed to sleep. They were still three days away from getting to the port where they would be married and honeymoon, and the Captain wanted to be completely ready. "I am going to sleep, but feel free to go speak with her, if you want to better understand?"
 
Clarabelle raised her eyebrows at him hearing him say she had enjoyed her. She didn’t like knowing that this bitch was on board with them. She knew he had fucked every woman on board but there was something about the story of him and Sasha drove her crazy with jealous. She was possessive and he was hers. Him saying it didn’t affect them and not to be hard on her made her feel angry. Her face was expressionless and she was trying to keep all of her feelings in.

“You are going to sleep after telling me about this really? I don’t think I should speak to her because I most likely would throw over deck. I am not happy with this at all. I don’t really care that you have fucked every woman on board but there is way more to the story with Sasha than them.” She said. She was trying to keep calm but it was becoming clear that she was annoyed about the story he had just told her. She had never felt so jealous and possessive in her whole life. She sat up and looked at him playing with her hair.
 
The Captain had said far more than he should have, he had been completely honest in explaining the dream he had drawn Clarabelle into as a result of his delerium. He didn't really think of Sasha as a lover. Almost a sister, as he had cared for her and helped her escape her cruel father.

Of course he had fucked her, first many times at her father's beckoning, doing it as a matter of chivalry from his perspective, saving the girl from greater harm. And...well...yes, he had enjoyed it she had enjoyed it...and even after she had escaped with him...they continued to play their games sometimes.

Yet he never dreamed it would bother Clarabelle. She was a passion beyond any he had ever comprehended, there was nothing close, no matter how kinky or taboo, it was only her he wanted, from now on and forever, his gun would only enjoy her exquisitely perfect holster.

"Yes, I am going to sleep...my love, it is either that or pass out...from our previous night I am more tired now than I was before my dreams began. However, trust me...no woman tempts me, none make me look twice...everything I want is here with me now...your body, your kisses, your ass, your cunt...never again will my cock seek any other shelter....come lay with me....show my cock how you will treasure and protect him from any other."

The Captain laid down, he needed food and nourishment, but for now, he only truly craved one thing....Clarabelle!
 
“Well you are injured, fucked like a mad man all night and then did it again when you woke up so yes you need to rest.” Clarabelle said. She leaned down and kissed him softly. She stroked his chest looking into his eyes. She loved him so much but also didn’t like the fact he was keeping that bitch around but she would deal with it but not right now.

She kissed down his chest moving between his legs. She ran her tongue over his sword. She gripped his cock and took his tip in her mouth. She sucked at the tip pumping him in her hands. She was working his cock looking up at him. She slid her mouth down his cock bobbing up and down sucking his cock.
 
What a woman, yes she was feisty, feisty as hell, but that was fine with him. She was a Queen, his Queen, and had no tolerance for the appreciation of any other woman. She need not have worried. Sasha was a woman he had taken pity on, but no more than a servant or a pet. He also knew Sasha, she would a soon please the Pirate Queen as the Pirate King...but he would leave it to Clarabelle to decide if she wanted them to enjoy a pet.

Yes, the Captain had enjoyed women, many women, but never had he been completely captivated and in love with anyone. That was until her. He smiled as she matter of factly recounted his condition. "Yes, but even in delirium I was fucking you, and any moment doing that cannot be anything but time well spent!"

He was tired and laid back, only to feel her slide down his body kissing him. Intuitively she knew what his body needed most to fully relax and that was to enjoy his Queen worshipping the King's cock.

"Oh my love, thank you. Nothing makes my body feel more relaxed than the pleasure of your tongue on my cock! Take me my love...empty my balls....only then can I have the perfect balance that will allow me to enjoy a deep and recuperative sleep!"
 
Clarabelle was looking up at him as she worked his cock. Her nails grazed over his balls as she was sucking at his sword. She pushed her full lips down to the base of his cock. She was deepthroating his cock his balls slapping against her chin. She knew her Captain needed sweet release before he was able to fall into a restful slumber. Her lips were milking her Captain’s sword and she was hungry for his cum and couldn’t wait for him to explode down her throat.

She couldn’t wait to get wed to her Captain and have him to herself forever and always. She would not share him. He was hers and only hers. She would own him for the rest of his life the same way he owned her. They were meant to be together and she was so very glad he had kidnapped her. Who would of have thought she would be crazy in love with him when they first met? She had despised him but now wanted to be his wife more than anything in the world.
 
"You really don't know how much I love you...I never thought I could be faithful to a single woman, but I never thought I'd meet a woman who was so far beyond any other woman alive!" He allowed himself to just enjoy her special treatment. She sucked his cock deep and slow...working his cock to perfection until he let out a huge moan and fired his huge load deep into her mouth and throat. "Thank you my love..." Was all he got out before he fell into deep sleep.

His body needed so desperately to recover, he slept for nearly two straight days as the ship's crew followed its orders to take them to the far off port they would be officially wed. What the Captain and Clarabelle didn't know was Clarabelle's father had been rescued by a British Royal Navy. Back in London, despite the kindness the Captain had showed by delivering him to the island and a chance to live, all he could think about was his dear, pure daughter. What had the devil done to her? He set a king's ransom on any information on the whereabouts of the Pirate and his dear innocent daughter. The posters with the bounty were posted in almost any port, as their was now a price on the handsome pirate captain's head!

When the Captain did wake, he was a bit disoriented, he called out for Clarabelle, where were they, how long had he been asleep, what had he missed? He was a new man, but he was starving!
 
Clarabelle stayed by the Captain’s side keeping watching as he slept for two days straight. She bathed him and re-dressed his wound from the battle. They arrived at port and this was the only time Clarabelle left his side. She went into the town unaware of the posters. She was going to find a dress and undergarments for their wedding and wedding night. She wanted it to be a special day and wanted to be dressed beautifully like the Pirate Queen should. It didn’t take long for her to find what she was looking for and she headed back to the port.

She was stunned to see a poster up on the wall. A picture of her and a sketch of the Pirate Captain. She ripped the posters from the wall reading how there was a large bounty to be earn if anyone knew where they were. She wondered how anyone would know about the ‘kidnapping’ other than the people who had been on board her father’s ship. She wondered if perhaps her father had been saved from the island he had been deserted on. She really didn’t want to go back to her old life and wanted to stay with her Pirate Captain. She wasn’t being kept against her will no longer.

She rushed back to the ship and hurriedly burst into their cabin. “Captain look at this!” She said waving the poster around. She then threw it at him on the bed. “My father must have been rescued from that not so deserted island. Now he is after you.” She said.
 
Anthony was unsure of where he was, well of course he was in his quarters, but where was his ship and even more importantly where was his Clarabelle? He sat up in bed, and was just about to get up and look for her and get his men to update him on where they were when she came rushing in. "Where are we? How long have I been asleep?" While she would ultimately answer his questions she had far more urgent and far more distressing news.

The Captain took the poster from her and looked at it. "I agree, the only person I assume with a picture of you would be your father?" The Captain was silent as he tried to think about their options. "Come here? Next to me, my love." He waited and then he looked into her eyes. "I am actually glad to hear your father is safe, once I fell in love with you, I rethought many times what I had done. I am sure he thinks you are in danger, and I am sure he hates me."

There was an elephant in the room and the Captain was not one to avoid the uncomfortable. "Does this change anything for you Clarabelle? Your father wants to take you back, bring you back to your former life." He waited and looked to see her reaction. "I love you...I want a life with you...but I won't stop you if you want to go back? I stole you away, and I made you my queen...but if I really love you...then I must love you enough to let you choose?...I would give my life to fight for you...but if you stay, it must be your choice as your father may not be able to ever accept me?"
 
“You have been asleep for two days and today we just docked in the port.” Clarabelle answered the Captain’s questions. She sat down on the bed next to him. He looked into her eyes. “Well it never changed the way I feel for you and to be honest he deserved it. He wasn’t the greatest of fathers or men. And if he hates you I don’t care.” She said. She really didn’t care what her father thought or where he was. She didn’t want to go back to him.

She gently stroked his chest looking into his eyes. “Nothing could ever change that I want to be with you. He is not in control of my life I can marry whomever I want and that is you. I don’t ever want to leave you. My father won’t accept you or be happy that I have chosen you over him.” She said. She was worried her father would try and kidnap her back. Even if she told him she wanted to stay with her Captain he would try and get her back.

“You know he won’t stop until he has you locked up and marries me off to some fat old lord. I love you and want to be with you forever and always as your wife. We need to hurry this wedding along so I belong to you not to my family name anymore.” She said.
 
The Captain had been confident in her love, part of him even wondered if her father would recognize his daughter now. She was no longer the spoiled, priveliged goody two shoes, she was bold and sexy and amazing. He also knew was right, her father would never accept him. It was funny, he too had been born into privelige, he had chosen this life and had never regretted that decision, even before he had won the woman of his dreams.

"Yes, I will send our men ahead, we will get married tonight...a candle lit ceremony, the high priest owes me a favor or two." He winked. He had another idea though to address before night fall. He reached over and ran his palm up and down her firm, young, sculpted, belly. He was feeling his old self, but other than just marrying his love, he had one other goal.


"I think it is time to put my baby in this beautiful oven of yours, your father may not want to recognize our love, but after tonight you will carry my name...and I would also love it if we celebrated our wedding day with the conception of our baby. Are you ready my love?....I think we should lock the doors and before we put on your wedding gown and head to the ceremony, we begin the first of of as many times as we can....I want to fill you with my seed, and fill your belly with our child!"
 
“Could we get married at sunset it would be such magical time to get married.” Clarabelle said. She had never been too fussed about getting married which most people thought was strange of her being such a beauty but until Captain she had never really been all that interested in potential suitors. Captain was unlike any man who had tried to court her. She had been his the moment he kidnapped her but she just didn’t know it then.

“Well Captain the way we fuck I wouldn’t be surprised if I was already pregnant by that magnificent.” She said. She wouldn’t be surprised if this wild beast of a man had super powerful sperm and would impregnate her without even trying. She had a feeling she would spend most of the rest her life pregnant. She looked at him lovingly. She leaned in and kissed him passionately. “Well my Captain I will never say no to being filled with your seed.” She said.

She pulled his manly body on top of her and rolled her dress up moving her panties to the side. “Get that sword where it belongs.” She said grinning at him wrapping her legs around him. She knew she would be happy as his wife and that he would keep her safe and take very good care of her and their children.
 
He laughed, "Yes we have fucked many times, yet somehow not enough!" He teased, and then the Captain shook his head. "You will know when it happens, when you are carrying our child...I don't think it has happened yet, but it will, and you will know it."

Of course, his pirate queen would never deny him, and she didn't then. She pulled him on top of her, and guided his cock inside. He was healthy now, nursed back by his love and now wanted to make a baby! "The sword is where it needs to be, has to be...and then he began to slay her as she drove his sword in and out.

The thought of her pregnant with their baby, delivering him a son or daughter, was almost as arousing as Clarabelle herself. In and out, pounding and pounding, and then at the height of passion, his body tensed and he began firing inside of her, painting her womb. Yet...this was different...felt different..***** giving.

As the rode down their orgasms he leaned in and kissed her, "Only your body will truly know, but I have a good feeling, a very good feeling!"
 
Clarabelle moaned out as he was driving his sword in and out of her tight, wet pussy. He was pounding her pussy nice and hard. Her pussy was squeezing his cock milking him. She closed her eyes moaning loudly just enjoy the feeling of her man pounding her. She started to cum all over his cock. His sword exploded deep inside of her filling her with cum. He had filled her with his cum so many times before this felt different.

“Oh god you really meant it I would know and I know now. It felts so weird but I know after that I am pregnant I am going to give you an heir my love.” She said. She stroked his manly chest kissing him passionately. She was going to be his wife and the mother of his child and she loved it. She had always wanted lots of children but didn’t know if it would happen because she would only want children with her true soul mate and that was the Captain. They were meant to be.
 
He had known it as she spread open and pulled him in, they had had sex many times, passionate, crazy, toe curling muscle tensing perfection. But that had been sport, the most animalistic form of entertainment, this had been different, from the outset. Oh, it was still about pleasure, fucking Clarabelle was an adventure beyond compare, a feast for the senses. And now it was making love, they had pledged their hearts and souls, it was them and them alone, no matter what the world might throw at them.

He slowed down still inside of her, his seed having taken root and he kissed her. "I know you are, and I know you will and not just one but many, our own little pirate royal family!" He held her close and kept kissing, thrusting slightly and just enjoying the moment.

"We are an hour and a half from Sunset...get dressed my love, the soon to be mother of our children...the venue is set and the High Priest is waiting, I can't wait to see what you have chosen to wear when you become my wife..let's go get married and then I think we need to see your father before we begin our honeymoon. It is no use dodging him...but I warn you...I will leave with you...no matter who or what I need to do to accomplish that!"
 
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