The Pirates' Women

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

Therese sat, her body covered by the shelter and wearily scanned the horizon.
The sun sparkled off the sea dazzling her eyes. She looked up the beach in the direction the Captain had gone and saw there was no sign of his return. He would be gone for a while yet, she concluded. Although Hawkins’ company was not unpleasant, Therese was glad of the solitude, a time to gather her thought. She sighed softly and lay down, stretched out upon the palm fronds in the relative coolness of the shade. Her weary body sunk into the foliage and as she closed her eyes, Therese reflected on the past 24 hours.

She had slept so well in his arms the night before and had begun the day well rested. She had half suspected Captain Hawkins’ intentions, she admitted to herself now, yet apart from the odd comment, he had treated her with the utmost respect so far and been most solicitous of her welfare.
But then that night had proven it.
She had slept most peacefully and he had merely held her. So soundly had she slept and at such proximity to him that had he decided to act … dishonourably … she would have been defenceless and yet …
She had made no comment the following morning, but his control had touched her.
Almost as a way of showing her gratitude, Therese had made even more effort that day to be “useful” by learning to swim and how to shoot a straight arrow. She had let him goad her into learning the skills, but was pleased with her progress. It would all help towards their rescue, he had assured her!

Therese moved her limbs tentatively.
Rescue. Would they indeed be saved and if so would the ship be Spanish or another enemy of Spain? She closed her eyes and found that her head was thumping.
Somehow the wars, the conflicts, the opposing factions didn’t seem to matter anymore. When it came down to basic survival, who cared which country possessed what riches, or land, she thought naively.

Therese lifted a hand to her brow.
She was hot, thirsty and still her head ached and her limbs felt heavy.
She wished she could go and swim, well float now.
The water would ease the aching in her arms, no doubt caused by her manipulation of the bows and the wayward arrows.
She moaned softly. She was so unbelievably hot.
She could feel her skin heat and tighten.
It had begun to prickle uncomfortably, but she did not feel as if it were actually burning as yet.

Therese tried to open her eyes, but could not withstand the glare of daylight.
She moved her head to the side, turning away from the view of the beach.
She groaned with the pain as her head felt as if it would split.
She felt sick, dizzy… her eyes were pressed tightly shut.
Laying in this way she totally lost track of time, aware only of the spinning and pumping in her head and the hot prickling sensation that ran over her exposed skin.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Hawkins knew that the strange sail would take the rest of the day to reach them. They wouldn't land a party at night, so he had until the next morning to try and figure out who these people might be and what the best course of action would be. But still he lost no time in getting back to the shelter and Therese.

He called her when he got close but got no response. He cursed. If she had disobeyed his orders and gone out exploring on her own he would be very peeved. She was too headstrong for her own good and would not take orders, even when they were for her own good.

"Therese!" he called, directing his voice into the jungle. No response.

It wasn't until he got to the shelter that he saw her lying there unconscious.

"Mother of God!" He ran to her and bent over her prostrate form. Her skin was hot and dry, her lips cracked and she was panting like a dog. Sun poisoning, he was sure. He reached over and got come water out of the barrel, picked her up and held the cocnut dipper to her mouth. Her lips didn't move.

"Therese! Therese! Drink! You must drink some water, damn it!"

It was no use. She was unconscious.

He splashed water into his hands and patted down her face and chest, rubbed down her arms. Her skin felt like parchment, but horribly hot.

He used the dipper to splash water all over her, soaking her where she lay, pouring it in her hair, wetting her chemise. At last she stirred.

"Drink! Drink!" he urged her, holding in her arms and pressing the shell to her parched lips. Finally she managed to swallow some, and then a little more.

"Not too much!" he said to her, taking the shell from her hands.

He didn't know much of sun poisoning. No one he knew had ever suffered from it; they'd all grown up under the Carribean sun or grown accustomed to it over time. But the past few days must have been too much for her: the sun, the exertion, the excitement.

He knew this much, though: if you didn't have water in your body, you couldn't sweat, and if you didn't sweat in this heat, you died.

He forgot about the ship. He was terrified that Therese was going to die. He'd never felt anyone's skin like that, hot and dry like ashes. She'd been fine when he'd left her, and now she looked like death already had his hooks in her.

He picked her up and offered her more water. She was still hot, but not as horribly hot as when he'd first found her. Already the water was in her system. He held the shell to her mouth and she reached up and tried to take it from him but he didn't let her. Just a few sips and he took it away from her.

He sat down with her under the shelter, cradling her head on his lap, stroking her head, blowing his breath on her. trying to cool her off.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

Therese felt herself lifted, but could not even find the voice to moan in protest.
She only began to become aware of her surroundings when she felt the cool wetness soaking through her chemise and finally affording her skin some comfort.
The water cooled her, but all too soon, her body warmed it to a useless temperature and yet somehow the repeated process brough her ease.

"Drink! Drink!"

She wanted to tell him not to worry, not to shout, although in truth his voice was soft, though it seemed to reverberate around her head. Again and again the object nudged her lips, but she was too weary to respond. But it would not go away. Persistently she felt it pressed against her lips. She swallowed. The feeling of the cool liquid slipping down her throat was wonderful. She leaned forward eager to drink more.
But it was taken away! She murmured in frustration.

"Not too much!"

She was too weak to argue, to insist.
All she could do was take the water when it was offered.
Each time she reached for it, each time she wanted to quench her thirst, it seemed he took it from her!
She knew it was Captain Hawkins who had returned, who was giving her water, but she could not make sense of the fact he kept taking it away from her.
Wearily she closed her eyes once more.
Her head spun. She still felt hot, yet his touch was soothing.
Despite her frustration, she knew she was safe with him.

She lay, her eyes shut, aware only that he had returned and therefore she knew she would be alright.
She sighed as his touch on her head lulled her.
As he stroked and soothed, she felt her head sinking until it was nestling in his lap.
Comfortable now, she turned her face into his crotch and sighed softly.
Her eyes were closed and Therese was blissfully unaware of the “unseemly” nature of their contact.
She was unaware of the Captain's reaction to that movement or of his response when her hand moved slolwy to rest on his thigh as she slept.
Settled and peaceful, Therese remained immobile in this position for a long time, unaware of her surroundings until much later after dusk.

Only as night came, did the cool air begin to revive her.
A soft groan announced the small movement of her head as Therese struggled to open her eyes.
The darkness that met her was soothing.
She blinked and tried to remember what had happened and make out where she was.
Her body seemed to ache with heaviness and her head spun.
But above all else, she was thirsty!

”Oh… God… “

She moaned softly, moving her hand to her forehead as she tried to make sense of what had happened.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

Throughout the late afternoon and into the evening he sat with Therese, leaving her only briefly to refill the water jug from the stream.

After he got her to drink some water her breathing eased from the rapid panting to a more normal cadence, but he still watched her very closely, feeling personally responsible for her sunstroke. He had pushed her too hard, let her do too much, and even though she had volunteered for the work, he should have known better than to give her her head like that.

Even as he nursed Therese he kept an eye on the strange sail approaching the island, and it wasn't long before he had a fairly good idea of who the visitors were. The ship was a sloop, smaller and faster than the Virago, probably crewed by no more than ten or twelve men, and rigged with fore-and-aft sails. It was the kind of ship used for carrying messages, smuggling, and scouting, but from the way she was handled he knew she was not part of any navy. She had a recklessnessa about her that told him it was a coastal raider: freebooting pirates, real outlaws, recognizing no authority, a law unto themselves, and very dangerous. They would think nothing of slitting his throat and doing with Therese whatever they would.

He couldn't know where they might land on the island, but it was likely they were coming ashore for fresh water, which would bring them right on top of his and Therese's little lean-to. They would have to move, and soon. The sooner the better, but Therese was in no condition to walk. He would have to carry or drag her.

He continued to wipe her arms and face with a wet cloth and feed her small drinks of water until her skin reached a more normal temperature, and finally he decided she was out of danger. By this time she had fallen into a deep sleep, her head on his leg, her mouth uncomfortably close to his crotch. He wished she were awake so that he could tease her about it, and that made him think about how much he missed her now, even though she was right there with him.

She looked so childlike as she slept, her lips parted, her breathing deep and peaceful, but she was having a very adult effect on him. He sought at last to move her lips away from his erection, but she stirred and slid her head back even closer to him, so close that her lips touched his aching tool.

She was teasing him. She must be teasing him. This could hardly be an accident. She felt him against her mouth in her sleep and she licked her lips, which made her tongue slide over him and he groaned in agony. Yet how could she be doing this intentionally? He had seen himself that she was near death when he had found her.

In any case it could not go on, nor could they risk staying here any longer.

Therese stirred in her sleep as he picked her up in his arms. She put her arms around his neck and let him carry her towards the inside of the island until he came to a moonlit glade. He set her down here and quickly made his way to the camp where he kicked down the lean-to and hid the salvaged supplies in the jungle. Grabbing some essentials he headed back to Therese.

He pulled the bushes and ferns around them, spread out the sailcloth and laid down next to her. He took her in his arms and she automatically pressed herself to him. He tired to stay awake, but Therese's warmth and steady breathing and the gentle feel of her hand on his chest soon had him dozing, and he fell asleep.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

Therese found a strange comfort nestling close to his manhood.
Had she been awake she would have been mortified at the position she found herself in. She might even have been amused at the suffering she caused the poor Captain as he fought all his manly impulses and somehow held back from following through the most erotic of acts that Therese unconsciously engaged upon!

It was almost a relief when he carried her up towards the inland of the island.
Therese was acting on an instinct, much stronger than her oh-so-proper upbringing. She wound her arms about his neck and nestled into his chest as he carried her into the moonlit glade. Laying her on the floor, she complained slightly, with soft moans and an invitingly pouting mouth, but again he could not take advantage of the unconscious invitation as he had the lean-to to dismantle and the supplies to conceal.

Only when they were safely esconced behind the foliage and laid snugly upon the sailcloth could he once more focus on the troublesome handful he found himself lumbered with. Again as he lay beside her, Therese moved towards the heat of his body, giving a small, satisfied murmur as she snuggled close. Whether she admitted it or not, on a basic level Therese was attracted to or at worst sought the security of his presence. No one could stop him taking advantage of the situation. Indeed the pirates they hoped to avoid would do much worse! But…
She stirred in his arms and nestled still closer, rubbing against his manhood…
She trusted him, obviously, but … he was a man and was being tortured beyond endurance!

He reached out a hand and tentatively drew it across the curves of her body.
She murmured softly.
Her chemise after such a dousing was all but transparent as it clung to her curves.
Therese placed her hand on his chest and murmured once more.
Despite her semi-clad appearance, she still had a child-like innocence.
He drew his hand back and sighed in exasperation, blissfully unaware of the unexpectedly erotic content of Therese's dreams.

All too soon, despite his initially raging hardon, the Captain lulled by their shared warmth and Therese’s soft breathing, fell asleep.

Neither of them were aware of any activity on the island.
They stayed cosy and secure, hidden by the natural cover around them.
His life and Therese’s honour now depended on them remaining undetected!

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

He awoke before first light and just lay there listening for a time. He rarely slept well on land. He missed the rocking of the ship and the sounds of the sea. The calls of the birds and the sounds of the waking world always made him uneasy.

The felt Therese sleeping at his side. She had moved closer to him in the night, or he had moved closer to her, and her head was on his choulder, her hands drawn up to her chest. One leg was thrown casually over his, as naturally as if they'd been man and wife. He marvelled at the way she fit against him so well, as if molded to his body. He could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her chemise, the gentle rhythmic heaving of her breasts against his chest, and he closed his eyes to try and calm himself.

At least her temperature felt normal, her sleep was deep and untroubled, her lips no longer parched and cracked. He suspected she would still be weak, but he was in no danger of losing her now.

He didn't want to move, but he had to relieve himself and he had to see what was happening aboard the sloop. He would only be a moment. He slid out from beneath Therese' soft warmth and she pouted in her sleep and said something in Spanish. He hushed her and kissed her forehead, covered her with the tarp and moved off cautiously towards the beach.

First light was just coming up in the east as he reacxhed the tree line. Sure enough they were at the stream, four of them, filling water casks. From the looks of them they were Dutchmen, one of them probably a half-caste or renegade slave. He watcherd them from heavy cover, moving closer carefully until he could hear their voices, though not what they were saying.

He realized that he knew two of them from Port Royale. the big, red Dutchman was Ard Tenn Bosch. His small, darker friend Hawkins knew only as Diver. Both had hung around the usual grog shops and taverns on Port Royale taking what work they could find, as pilots or seamen. Ard Tenn Bosch had a brother, Anton. He might well be on the sloop.

Although he knew these men he was of no mind to reveal himself. There was no telling what they were up to since he'd seen them last. If they were known pirates then there was a standing reward on their heads, and they wouldn't take well to any stranger, no matter how friendly they might have once been. So he stayed in the bushes, watching.

Like most sailors, they had no fondness for stopping at strange islands, so they kept close to the shore. When the casks were filled and manhandled into the skiff, they shoved off and rowed back to the ship, anchored a mile out.

Hawkins made his way back to where Therese still slept. The sloop could be there way off te island if only he could think of a way to get it away from the dutchmen, but with just him and Therese that didn't seem possible. Still...

But when he got back down under the tarp with her he lost interest in the problem as he tried to arrange them as they'd been when he'd woken up. Therese had rolled over onto her stomach and as he tried to turn her onto her side and pull her close, she awoke.

She looked at him sleepily, a pout on her lips, as if blaming him for waking her. "Sorry." he said sheepishly as he settled into her warmth.

She raised herself up on her arms and looked around, then pushed his arm way so that she could arrnage herself just so on top of him, her head on his shoulder, her hand on his chest, her bare leg over his. She reached behind her to get his hand and pull it to her shoulder. Then she wiggled closer, sighed deeply and went back to sleep.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

Sleeping pressed against his body had become second nature to Therese.
At some point she realised that she was breathing more easily and that her body was now maintaining a normal temperature. She stirred, her lips brushing against his chest as she murmured. Such weariness had overcome her. She could not even think of what she was supposed to be doing, if they were to be rescued. All she could do was sleep and it seemed … right … that she should sleep by his side.

Therese did not realise that in her sleepy insistence, she was in fact almost sleeping on top of Captain Hawkins. The leg thrown carelessly between his thighs moved as she breathed deeply and crept closer to him. An instinctive sexuality emanated from Therese’s sleeping form, but she was unaware of the provocative nature of her actions and it was this incomprehension that made her touches all the more alluring.

Although unaware of the Captain's "heated" responses to her provocation, Therese was fully aware of the Captain’s warm bulk as she felt his body beneath and wrapped about her slumbering form.
Without the propriety of total consciousness, Therese objected softly as he left her to go and examine the foreshore.
She curled up, a shiver running through her body as she lay beneath the tarp, feeling bereft.
In a short space of time, it seemed she had developed a need for his body, at least a need to feel him pressed against her as she slept.

When he returned, she seemed to awake, but made no move to break the intimacy they had shared.
She welcomed him as naturally and warmly as a new bride.
Demandingly she moved around him and wordlessly insisted he hold her as she threw the leg across him and snuggled atop him before giving a soft sigh announcing that she had in fact given herself up to slumber once more.

Given that … invitation … that could blame Hawkins for running his hands over her as she slept?
Initially unresponsive, Therese merely gave a soft moan as he slowed his explorations, moving his hands more sensuously as she seemed to press evercloser to him as if begging him to touch her.
But was she aware of his touches?
That fact was beyond question.
He watched her reactions, her murmurs as her pliant body moulded and quivered beneath his touch.
In her sleep her reactions were instinctive.
Unable to think of what her father would say or do to her if he knew …

Her actions were already so far beyond the pale that her father would disown her for sure.
The fact she had survived would be of no import to him.
Reputation was all.
He was a cold and calculating man.
The compromising situation she had allowed herself to be drawn into made her a spoiled commodity and as such useless to him now.
She would realise that, if she took the time to stop and consider her position. She knew her father well.
Yet if she maintained her honour, perhaps he might accept her on her return...

But none of that reached Therese's mind as she
turned and moaned softly in Hawkin’s arms.
All her mind could focus on now was the languorous warmth that seemed to be slowly permeating through her entire body …

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

Hawkins watched the way the half-sleeping Therese arranged him beneath her with amusement, satisfied that the sloop presented no immediate threat. He was unused to being treated as anyone's special pillow, and he smiled as Therese took his hand and folded it over her like a petulant child arranging her blankets. But then as she fell back to sleep the way she touched him and placed her naked leg over him wiped the smile from his face. No child would ever move like that or touch him with such sleepy sensuality.

Theresa's hand played over his chest, her palm rubbing against his nipple as she made herself comfortable. Apparently something in the feel of him made her repeat the motion, and she stopped to explore his small bud with her fingers before deciding it was not worth losing sleep over and moving to hug him tight. Her leg slid up and down his own, brushing against his stiff cock as she was drawn to his warmth.

And it was more than that, he thought. She was drawn to his body as well. Maybe it was only in her sleep, but there was no denying the sensuality of her embrace, the sexuality of her embrace. Perhaps she was dreaming of a lover, her her lips brushed softly against his chest, he hand caressed him, and her body pressed against him as the waves press against a ship in a calm swell, with gentle yet insistent urgency. He heard her sigh deep in her throat.

How much can a man stand? he asked himself as he felt her hot breath on the skin of his chest. He removed his hand from her shoulder and ran it down to her hip, telling himself it was just to hold her more firmly, but he had no more chance of keeping her still than he had oh holding the waves of the ocean, and his touch seemed only to encourage her.

She moved against him with a movement of intimate longing that a woman uses only for one thing in life, and he could already feel the heat between her legs,m the yearning in her body.

"Therese, Therese? My Lady?" he said, trying half-heatedly to wake her up, afraid that he would succeed. She was almost completely atop him now Her hips had instinctively found the spot on his body that promised her the most relief and now she ground hungrily atop him, clenching her buttocks and pressing her groin against him.

Oh Christ! That was more than he could stand. The lewd and expert movements of her body coupled with the sight of that sleeping and innocent face were just too much for him, and he turned slighlty so that she slid gently onto her back. Leaning over her he brought his lips down tenderly upon her own, half expecting her to awake with a cry and throw him off.

But she did not. She let herself be kissed, her lips poised expectantly as he kissed one, then the other, feeling how warm and sweet she was. He felt rather than saw her mouth spread into a sleepy smile of pleasure and acceptance.

After kissing her mouth he let his lips trail down tyo her chest, along the mound of her breast where he kissed her through the soft, weather-worn fabric of her chemise and caressed her with his hand. He knew full well what taking her would mean to her future: disgrace and ruin. But he also knew what marriage to such an idiot as she was betrothed to would mean to her as well: isolation, neglect, betrayal, deep unhappiness. Yet that was her choice, nominally at least. He did not have the right to make that for her.

But his arguments lost all moral force in the fire of what she made him feel. What he felt was the body of a woman who had been kept too long in chains--chains of duty, chains of propriety perhaps, but chains nonetheless--and who desperately wanted to be free to live her own life. If only he didn't care for her so much.

But soon her would have no choice at all. She responded to his touch with growing fervor, her breath coming fast and deep, her flesh trembling wherever he touched her. She ran the fingers of one hand through his hair and held him tightly to her breast as he kissed her, and as his hand slid down her body to explore the heat between her legs, she moaned softly and parted her thighs.

She was of course naked beneath the thin garment. That had been obvious for days. What hadn't been obvious, or what he would never let himnself think about, was the maddening softness of her intimate flesh, the wholly intoxicating feel of her, and the deep sigh of pleasure she gave as he touched her there at last.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

"Don't stop ... please ..."

She cranes forward, her lips pursed and I meet them with mine, pressing more firmly, my tongue brushing her lips and teeth. My hand is still at the back of her neck, and I stroke her soft skin, then running my fingers down her spine, first on her neck then down her back, brushing through the thin fabric of the chemise.

Stop? That's the last thing Iwant to do!

My other hand rests on her thigh, and softly squeezes. She catches her breath but we continue to kiss as both of my hands move round to hold her slender waist. Her lips are so soft, her body so sweet, I don't know if I want to faint or roar, but with a moan I kiss her more deeply as my hands caress her the sides of her ribs and down t her hips.

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren's world shrank until her entire focus was Nathan. His lips more fully on hers, his tongue teasing her lips open to slide inside, his fingers blazing a trail across her skin.

The hunger inside her built. His touch both eased and fueled it. Needing more, her hand slid forward to his knee. Slowly, tentatively, her hand crept up his thigh, up to the outside of his hips. Her tongue began a uncertain dance with his.

Nathan moaned and pressed further into the kiss. Her lips opened a little more as she succumbed to the overwhelming sensations with a sigh.

Her hand moved up, her fingers splayed as they caressed his chest. She stopped at his nipple and slowly drew circle around it, part of her in awe of its reaction to her inexperienced touch.

The sensations surprised her with their intensity, with the pleasure that was elicited by such a simple touch, by a kiss. Her mother had told to her what happened between a man and a woman. Her words had been crude and simple. She had never said that it would feel good. Ren, having seen the aftereffects of men's lovemaking, had promised herself that she would never be used as her mother had been. She had not anticipated that it would feel so intoxicating.

Ren shifted her weight, sitting her rump on her heels, her knees spread shoulder width apart, for balance, and because it felt right. With his hands on her thighs, she knew only what her instincts told her. She moved both her hands up to Nathan's face, her palms on his cheeks, her fingertips threaded through the hair at his temples. With a quiet whimper, she leaned forward into the kiss, her lips pressed hard against his. She craved more ... instinct told her Nathan could give her more.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

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[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

Therese moved her hands exploratively across Hawkins hot body.
Her fingers toyed at his chest, fingering, lingering and then pressed against his chest as she slept on.
Her leg was comfortable and warm as it nestled between his thighs.
Everything was warm and comfortable, she felt totally lulled and languorously stimulated.
The feeling was that of a heated glow spreading slowly but steadily through her entire being. The sensations grew steadily, but not at a rate, which roused her or made her pull away in alarm. Only in this way did she unconsciously allow her arousal to build, to grown until a soft moan escaped her lips.
Therese urged her body closer in silent appeal.
Instinctively she asked for what she needed, although she could not voice the needs he had aroused in her as she lay in half slumber, locked in a dreamlike dance of his erotic touches and responses.

"Therese, Therese? My Lady?"

From far off she heard him, recognised his voice, but chose to stay in the sanctuary of her subconscious. Again a moan as her crotch made contact with his. The touch sent a tremor through her. He felt her body tremble; yet she pushed down and rubbed against him with more insistence. Her face was the picture of peaceful repose, although she ground against him like a wanton.

Hawkins gently manoeuvred Therese onto her back. She pouted in unspoken objection and was rewarded by his kiss, offering her lips one by one to be drawn into his mouth, then released to curl into a cat-like upturn of pleasure.
Again the lips parted, to gasp hoarsely as his lips and hands caused a searing heat to shoot through her body. Her body bucked upwards, the moan from deep in her throat indicated her arousal. Her fingers caught in his hair as she began to breathe rapidly, the worrying of her nipples and the caressing of her breasts driving her to even greater peaks of response.
Locked in the eroticism she assumed a mere dream Therese let her thighs fall apart.
Her body was a quivering mass and the ache between her legs intense.
Whether asleep or awake, she was entirely caught in the trance of her passions.

When Hawkin’s hand finally touched her mound, Therese gasped sharply.
When finally his fingers moved downwards and began to touch her more intimately, Therese arched her body and gave a soft groan of surrender…

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

He lay on his side, braced up on one elbow, Therese below him. She might be asleep, she might be awake, she might be in the grips still of a fevered dream and not in her right mind. Certainly the way she had touched him and the way she let him touch her showed that she was far from being senseless. But he had no idea of whether she was awake and being coy, or truly lost in an erotic dream of her own.

He did not have the right, he knew. But then she had no right to touch him that way either, to respond to his kisses in such a way, to offer her body to his lips and fingers. And what did reason matter at this point anyway? What was reason but desire's whore?

"Therese, Therese," he murmured, and she smiled slightly but her eyes didn't open. He body was warm and so inviting, it was as if the chemise were not even there. He could feel her pulse, the blood rushing in her body, and when he touched her between her legs she sighed softly and turned her head to the side as if she didn't want to see what he was going to do, but her legs opened slightly, her knees came up as if in invitation.

Breathing hard, Hawkins cursed himself. He cursed Therese. He slid out of his trousers and moved next to her, then he took all his curses back as his prick touched the warm smooth skin of her leg. He slowly drew her tattered garment up to her waist and looked at her.

When he lay down between her legs and his cock nestled in her pubic hair she parted her lips expectantly. It took him only a moment to position himself, and Therese drew her knees up higher so that he couldn't miss.

Planting a soft kiss on her lips, he whispered, "Forgive me, Lady." Then he sank himself into her with a groan. He felt her resistence, saw her brows furrow in a twinge of pain as he pushed through her hymen, and then he buried himself inside her, gasping with pleasure.

His cock fairly leaped inside her as if with a need of its own. She was so warm, so lush, so deliciously inviting, that he could scarcely control himself. He felt like a boy, meeting a woman for the first time, the pleasure was so terribly intense.

He knew that the deed was done now, and there was no turning back.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

"Therese, Therese,"

Her dream was filled with him. His touch, his voice, his scent, his lips …
Therese smiled, abandoning herself to the unreality of it all.
She had been ill, delirious, this was a mere dream a fantasy, overwhelming in its intensity, but …

She positioned her body revelling in the heated awareness that flamed between her legs.
She threw her head to the side as the touch seemed to brand her inner thighs and move upwards almost melting her in its fire as it closed in on her core.
Her head rocked back and a silent exclamation left her lips as she felt a hard throbbing shaft slip against her folds.
Without realising she raised her knees feeling the spasm of reaction as it nudged its target.
A tense expectation filled her.

The kiss, the whispered words made Therese relax with a sigh.
Her body lay pliant and open and accepting, innocent of the nature of the offer she was making.

All too quickly the dream changed.
The melting heat that had made her feel deep and moist was suddenly filled with an unyielding hardness.
The feeling of that plunging organ seemed not only to fill her, but stretch her, force her open.
She tensed and gave a sharp cry, the sensation of pain totally unexpected.

Whether it that sharp soreness deep inside her, or the feeling of his hot breath on her face as his pleasure-filled gasp expelled across her flushed skin, Therese realised belatedly that something was not quite right, was not as it should be, was not …

Her eyes flew open.
Her first awareness was of Hawkin’s face, intimately close to her and his euphoric expression.
Only secondly did Therese realise fully what had happened, realised that he was not only inside her, but had penetrated her fully!
Eyes wide with shock, she realised in one mind shattering second, that all that she had thought she had imagined,
all she those sensations she had thought to be the product of a safe fantasy,
were in fact real!

”Ohh… God… no… “

She whimpered as she felt him twitch inside her.
The deed was done, the damage irreparable.
She thrashed uselessly beneath him in a blind panic, tears springing to her eyes.

He could have forced her, could have plunged on and taken her.
Even Therese now realised that she had acted in such a way as to tempt a man’s endurance.

But he didn't ...

He gentled her;
wound his arms about her and held her as the storm of emotions passed.
His words were soft, hushing her...
Somehow he held himself in check waiting until she calmed,
waiting until her could feel her muscles relax around his massive shaft.

This time when his cock twitched, she murmured softly.
Her exclamation of:

”Oh … god… “

Had quite another tone entirely.

Tentatively he rocked, moving himself slowly inside her.
Encouraged by her soft moan, his hands moved about her body.
Slowly, patiently he awakened her senses again,
Over and over the waves of arousal washed over her, with a resurgance of those dreamlike sensations.

Finally it was she who was urging him on.
She who moaned encouraging him to push more forcefully into her.

When Hawkins finally lost control and took Therese with mindless force and passion she too was beyond logical thought or care.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

I savour her slow, earnest tongue between my lips, her hand on my hip, her fingers at my nipple, and I swing my leg over so that we kneel facing each other, her left thigh between my legs, my knee between hers. My hands move around to encircle her waist with my arms, and then run up her back to her shoulders and back down again to her hips, feeling her hot flesh under the thin chemise.

My left hand cups her firm backside, and the right begins to slide up her flank, crumpling the fabric as it reaches her pert breast. I pause for a second, wanting to feel more of her but nervous that I'll scare her. But her kisses are firm and eager, and my body moves despite my mind's reservations. My fingers stroke the side of her breast, circle over the top, and linger for a moment before dropping to her nipple, pressing gently against this young bud.

For just a second she seems to pause, but then presses into me, exhaling hard as she kisses me with more vigour, pushing her breast into my hand. I forget my concerns and return the passion of her kiss, my tongue darting madly to keep pace with hers, my cock hardening as I feel her nipple grow firm in my grip.

I move my other hand from her buttock and grasp both breasts, stroking firmly, gently needing her, my fingers playing with her hard nipples through the fabric as she keeps her hands at my head and her lips pressed against mine.

My cock strains against my trousers, and without thinking, driven by instinct, I take hold of her hips and pull her up onto my lap, her legs apart to straddle me as I kneel on the sand, and as she grinds onto my lap, her croth to my groin, I can't tell if it's my hands pulling her down towards me or her hips thrusting herself forward.

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren moved against Nathan, her hips press to his then pull back, only to push against him again. Her mind was empty except the driving need for more. His hands on her hips, their centers driven together, through her breeches and his, she felt him straight and hard. The rubbing sent shockwaves of sensations through her body and she broke the kiss. Her head fell backwards as she gasped, both for air and from the intensity. Her eyes opened and she looked at Nathan, her eyes reflected the fire she saw in his.

She arched her back and pressed her hips harder against Nathan's, as though by doing so - somehow - the layers of cloth between her and him would disappear. They didn't and she moaned. Her hands came to life and moved back to his chest. They flexed and curled as they searched feverishly for a flap, a hole, something that would allow her access to his skin.

Unable to find the access she wanted, she groaned and began to tug at his shirt until she slid it over his head. She stilled for a moment and looked at him through the haze of desire that covered her eyes. She'd seen him shirtless before on the ship. She'd seen many of them in various states of undress. He was pleasant to look at on the ship, though she did not dare stare long for fear of being discovered. Here, so close, his skin burning just as hers was, she found him beautiful and had to touch him. She touched him tentativly, gasping at the electric shock that ran through her as she did. The gasp became a grown as Nathan, who'd patiently sat still for the few moments she admired him, surged upwards beneath her at her touch. As his groin met hers, the fire inside her heat flooded through her again and she ground her hips to his.

Ren could feel something inside her tensing, building, as if readying for an explosion inside her head. She wanted that explosion. She ground harder against Nathan, but the cloth protecting them would not allow tension to continue building. She did not know how to make the explosion, nor how to ask Nathan for it properly, so she used the only words she knew, the words she'd heard her mother say to so many men ...

"Please ... please ... please fuck me ... "

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

Therese's body was soft and yielding and he entered her as gently as his raging lust would allow, but still he could not take her like this, with her asleep beneath him. He wasn't a thief and he had no desire to steal pleasure from the body of an unconscious women. He was hardly ensconced within her when he felt his member flex in unconsious pleasure. Therese gave a sharp gasp and her eyes flew open.

”Ohh… God… no… “ she sobbed

She immediately tried to push him off but she might as well have been trying to lift a bar of iron. Her delicate hands could make no purchase on the bunched muscles of his shoulders and for the first time she realized how terribly strong he was, and that he was holding her down with all of that strength. Attempts to close her legs were useless. She had been taken, deflowered, and thoughts of the more common namnes for what he was doing to her tumbled in her mind filling her with shame and unexpected excitement.

"Therese, My Lady..." he began, but he had no words for what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her how he felt for her, that he could not help himself, that he would be gentle with her, and that struggling would not help her. But all he could do was repeat her name and try to calm her as if she were a child "Therese, Therese, hush, darling. It's all right, love. It's all right."

The thought that this what she had wanted all along passed through her mind, but she refused to think about it. She wanted to hate him, to be outraged, but the feel of him inside her was making all thought impossible. He felt so hard, so virile, so alive inside her, and his hands were so gentle on her face as he soothed her, that all she could do was focus on the sensations he was bringing to her body.

His cock twitched again inside her and she groaned and closed her eyes. He had found the ache inside her, the very center of her desire, and his mere presence soothed it as nothing else could have.

"It's done, Therese, it's done." he whispered, and she nodded. There was no sense in denying it. For good or ill it was done. She waited to feel the force of his violence upon her body as she knew she would.

But it didn't come. Instead he held still inside her. Kissing her, touching her, caressing her with his rough but tender hands as slowly she relaxed, her tension and fear melting under his care. She knew the ways of a man with a woman, and she knew that he was being unusually gentle with her, bringing her along slowly, waiting for her to adjust to him, waiting until the first shock had disappeared.

Finally it was she who moved first, tentatively pushing her hips up at him and drawing a deep groan of pleasure from his throat. The thought that she could give him such pleasure so easily thrilled her, as did the realization that she was now a woman; no longer a child to be treated as such. She now knew what other women knew; she was an adult, and the knowledge filled her with a strange sense of pride.

Senseing her readiness, Hawkins began to move now, slowly at first, and always thinking about her own pleasure, he withdrew and then sank back into her. He mnight have made a woman out of her, but she was still very much the child, and all her feelings of delight and awe showed on her face as he moved inside her and introduced her to the pleasures her body was capable of.

She learned quickly, as in everything else, and soon the two of them were bathed inperspiration as they greedily took pleasure form one another, limbs entwined, mouth seeking mouth, the sosunds of pleasure filling the small clearing, their bodies beating toigether like the surf on the shore.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

"Please ... please ... please fuck me ... !"

I don't need to be asked again, but tip her backwards so that she lies in the sand, push her chemise up above her waist and rip at the fastenings of her britches. I pull her trousers off as she lies on the sand staring up at me, and put my hands on her knees. She raises her hips, almost desperately, and from a soft bush of hair pink lips part invitingly. I gasp involuntarily as I take her thighs in my hands and dive forward, my face to her aching pussy.

I pause for just a second, letting my breath tease her lips, but I want her too much to tease her, and I lick her, and again, and again, feeling my way into her crack, sliding my tongue into her and then up to her clit, lapping at her there, delighting at her shudders and at the taste of her, while my hands struggle to unfasten my own trousers.

I writhe out of my breaches, not wanting to let my tongue leave her sweet slit, but as soon as I've kicked them free I lunge forward, now licking her neck as my hands slide inside the chemise to take her hard nipples between my fingers without the frustration of the intervening cloth, and my hard cock, standing straight against me, slaps onto her belly. I press down, letting the my balls slide down the length of her wet pussy until the shaft lies along it, her lips either side of my cock but the bulbous head safe away from her damp hole, tickled by the hair of her mound. She can feel me, hard and long between her thighs, and I can feel how wet she is, and I squeeze her nipples gently and raise my head to look into her wanton eyes.

"You said 'fuck me'," I pant, remembering her earlier uncertainty. "Do you mean hard and fast, or do you want it slow, and gentle? Tell me which, and you'll get all that you want!"

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren involuntarily sucked in a breath as she felt Nathan licking her. Breathing was forgotten as his tongue set fire to all the hyper-sensitive nerve endings. Each time his tongue would slide over her clit, she shuddered, and tried to push her hips closer to him. Her fingers threaded though his hair as she attempted to pull him closer.

All too soon, or not soon enough, Nathan is stretched full on top of her as he licked her neck, played wih her nipples. Her hard nipple rolling between his finger and thumb caused her to gasp again, the breath she'd held gathered in again and then expeled in a moan of pleasure. Her back arched and pressed her breast and hips closer to him. She felt him as he lay on her belly, as he slowly slid down between her legs to rest. She felt the heat of his desire, but could not distinguish it from her own. She knew only that, somehow, someway, this is what she wanted, needed.

"You said 'fuck me'. Do you mean hard and fast, or do you want it slow, and gentle? Tell me which, and you'll get all that you want!"

Tears welled in her eyes, though not enough to spill over, and she shook her head slightly.

"I ... I don't know. I don't know what I want. I'm sorry." She closed her eyes and turned her head slightly, a chill slide down her spine and caused her to shiver. She turned her eyes back to him.

"Wh..which do you like?"

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

"I ... I don't know. I don't know what I want. I'm sorry.... Wh..which do you like?"

I look down at her face, impassioned but uncertain. There's a sheen to her eyes, but they aren't as wet as the folds between her thighs.

I kiss her mouth, firmly, and pull my hips back, letting the tip of my cock slide down her mound until it hovers bewteen her pussy-lips. I break off to look into her eyes and to tell her, trying to hold myself back as my whole body aches to buck forward into her, "I want you to say yes if you want more, and no if you want less!" I ease forward, less than an inch, the head of my cock parting her damp limps but bare entering. "Now, say no for less, or yes for more!"

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren nodded mutely. Her body was tense, arched beneath him, trying to press closer to him, but he kept from sliding into her. She slid her hands up his arms, feeling the muscles taut with the effort of holding his body above hers. Her hands flattened as they reached his shoulders, and his back, and she tried to pull him closer. He remained still, waiting to hear that she understood.

"Yes ... more ... please ..."

She arched her hips up while her arms pulled him towards her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

"It's done, Therese, it's done."

His words had made her realise that she could not withhold what he had already taken.
He had been gentle and soothing.
Her distress had turned to passion and she had urged him to continue and finish completely what he had started.
Although he had stolen her maidenhead from her, she had behaved with wanton abandon and relished her newfound womanhood.
As she lay beneath him, panting, sated, the reality of her situation began to sink in.
She could not accuse him.
She did not…

”Captain…”

Her soft whisper went unacknowledged.
He lay with his cock still inside her, his arms clasping her tightly to him as she trembled.
She realised belatedly that she did not even know his first name!

Oh God… she was a harlot …!

How could she ever face any of her friends again?
How could she face her family… ?
Her father!
He could not use such a daughter in an alliance.
She would bring shame to him, he would reject her, deny her existence…
She choked a sob back, as panic began to rise in her.

”Therese… shhh…”

He stroked her hair and looked down into her face.
His fingers touched the tears that brimmed over.
She was ashamed:
Ashamed that she had responded with such abandon.
Ashamed that she had not continued to fight him off, that she had welcomed his thrusts.
Ashamed that he had wrought moans and waves of pleasure from her.

This was no quick forced coupling.
And again the acknowledgement of that fact confused her still more.
It was a unity she knew her body would ever ache for, but …
How could she live with herself now…?
And what did he think of her or even feel for her?

She looked up at him and he saw her expression,
His eyes sought hers as he read the questions,
the fears and the shame there.

That one act had totally changed her future.
She was now set adrift in more ways than one.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

She had not been the first maiden he had known, yet this was far, far different. This was no serving girl or half-caste. This was a lady of title, and betrothed to be wed. This was a coupling that had echoing consequences.

And furthermore, he had feelings for her, feelings he hadn't really examined that closely, but whose presence he felt now as he sought for something to say to try and repair the damage he'd done.

"Therese..." he began, but words failed him. What could he say? That she could still pass herself off as a maiden if she wanted? That he was sorry? That he wasn't sorry? That he felt for her?

"Therese, we...you and I...we are in highly unusual circumstances. It's not like we're at court, or even in civilization. When people are in unusual circum,stances like this..." No that wouldn't do.

He lay down next to her and took her in his arms, and she let him. He knew she was trying not to cry, but she lost the battle, and he felt her tears on his skin. He lie there for as long as he could, growing angrier at everyone who made her feel such sorrow at such a natural act. Of course he knew it was different for a woman than it was for a man, but still...

"Therese, please," he said to her, stroking her face. "don't cry. It was not your fault. It was mine entirely. I succumbed to my baser instincts, and for that I apologize from the bottom of my heart. For what small consolation it might be, I confess that I took most unfair advantage of you, verr much against your will. You are completely blameless in this, Therese, believe me."

He rose up on his arm and looked at her, saw the tears brimming in her eyes.

"For what it may be worth to you, my Lady." he said seriously, "Know that you were not used casually, but by one who esteems you most highly in his heart. You are very dear to me, Therese. No one had laid claim to my heart as you have done."


"But now that it's done, there's no going back.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

"Therese..."

Therese looked up at Hawkins and waited for his words.
Child-like she wanted him to make it all right, but she knew that he could not.
She lowered her head again and let him take her in his arms.
Overcome with emotion, she pressed her eyelids tightly shut.

"Therese, please, don't cry.”

The tenderness of his voice and touch surprised her.

”It was not your fault. It was mine entirely.
I succumbed to my baser instincts, and for that I apologize from the bottom of my heart. For what small consolation it might be, I confess that I took most unfair advantage of you, very much against your will.”

She heard his words and was grateful for them, but he was merely being polite, acting like a gentleman… a gentleman..? … the irony of her thoughts struck her.
But he was being gallant enough not to throw her own enthusiasm at their coupling back in her face.

”You are completely blameless in this, Therese, believe me."

She shook her head knowing that he was wrong and looked up as he looked down at her.

"For what it may be worth to you, my Lady.
Know that you were not used casually, but by one who esteems you most highly in his heart.
You are very dear to me, Therese.
No one had laid claim to my heart as you have done."

Therese checked her tears and looked at him.
His words, his attitude were a revelation.
If anything he treated her more kindly, more respectfully even now the deed was done.

"But now that it's done, there's no going back.”

He finished finally.

”No… no going back…”

She echoed numbly.

”But … let us not be dishonest about this, Captain, even though you … pressed your advantage, I … “

She broke off and then continued haltingly.

”I cannot be held blameless. It was I who … “

Her cheeks burned.

”I have behaved shamefully … to react so …. I did not think … I … “

She looked him steadily in the eye.

”To feel so … to want … to have my body ache for… “

She spoke as if to herself then broke off with a deep flush.
Lowering her gaze shamefully.

”You must think me a whore Captain, I never dreamt anything so ... sinful ... could be so … “

How could he still address her as a Lady when she had abandoned herself to such heated coupling?
Such behaviour was acceptable, even expected of a man, but for a highborn lady …
She could not understand how her senses had been so enraptured as to abandon what she had been raised to believe was her true nature.

Hawkins watched as she struggled with the reality of the experience, which was in direct contradiction to all those beliefs she had hitherto held sacred.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

"Yes ... more ... please ..."

She pulls me towards her and her hips rise as my shaft slides slowly into her soft, wet pussy. I fight the urge to push harder, grimacing with pleasure as Ifeel each inch slide slowly in.

I lean down and kiss her passionately, my hands running up and down her body, from her hard nipples to her firm buttocks, and up to her slender neck, and I slowly begin to slide back and forth, feeling her tight about my cock, easing in and out, while we kiss.

I want so badly to just abandon self-control and take her, but I hold myself in check, and slip gently within her, savouring the delicious frustration of it. Ikiss her neck, lick her ear, return to her lips, all the while moving my hips in a slow, gentle rhythem, and savouring her soft skin at my fingertips.

I raise my head and look into her eyes, as I tentatively thrust a little harder: "yes?"