The Pirates' Women

[pneema]

Ren

Ren bites her lip, her eyes glued to Nathan's face, waiting for his next move, not sure if she should be afraid or if she should be urging him faster. As he enteres her slowly, her eyelids close halfway, her eyes rolling up slightly. He felt so big, yet it felt so right. Her pleasure at the feel of him slowly moving inside her, waiting for her to adjust to him. As he began his deliberate and shallow thrusting, she starts to gasp, but he is there, kissing her almost hungrily. She flexes her finges as they come to rest on the top of his buttocks and she can feel the muscles bunching and releasing as he moves. Beneath him, her hips move tentativly up and down, trying to match his movements and rythym.

His face moves back into her field of vision and he pushes a bit deeper inside her, elicting a moan of pleasure.

"Yes?"

Ren nods and tries to vocalize her desire for more, but her throat is constricted and only another moan escapes. She pauses a moment to catch her breath and nods again, whispering this time, "Yes... please..."

She hears Nathan give a low growl as he pushes in deeper, stopping when he reachs her barrier.

Again, begins the tantalizing and deceptivly languid in and out motion. Ren's hips move to match his with less delay then earlier. The pressure inside her had ebbed slightly, only to flow back, more intense. She can feel a pressure building inside her, she arches her back beneath him, trying to move closer, wanting more of him. He maintains his speed, a sheen covering his body from the effort and care he is taking with her.

Moments pass, or hours, Ren doesn't know, nor does she care. Nathan has kept the slow teasing, and she can't stand it any more. She has no idea what comes next, but she knows she wants it, she needs it. The flood of desire and pleasure threatening to drown her senses. Her fingers dig into his buttocks, her breath comes in little pants, barely heard beneath them, a whispered chant ... "please ... please ... please ..."

Nathan pauses his delicious torture of them both, his breath ragged from desire and his effort not to take her until she's ready.

"Yes?"

Ren's answer is a sharp thrust up of her hips, pushing him deeper, pushing him past her barrier. The sudden spear of pain surprises her, causing her to cry out. Nathan stops, letting the pain subside and letting her adjust. Soon, the pain does go away, replaced by the fire that had urged her this far. Slowly, her hips began to move against Nathan's, her cry becoming small whimpers and moans of pleasure.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Indomitable Hawkins

"Therese, you must understand. We are not at court here. We do not have the liberty to plan and consider our actions, nor is this the place to show our honor and breeding. You and I are lucky to be alive when almost all of my poor crew have almost certainly perished, and although we are so well set with provisions and water that this may seem hardly more than a lark, a bit of a diversion, I assure you our lives are still at peril.
"As to your honor and dignity, Therese, I would never think to question them In fact, were you anyone else saying what you just said about your honor, I would be compelled to call you out to defend yourself. No one shall ever speak thus of you when you are under my protection."

The Captain's delicate conversation with Therese was suddenly interupted by the faint but distinct sound of human voices, aucible over the sound of the surf. Signaling her to be quiet, Hawkins peered through the shrubbery down at the beach.

The sloop was back, the crew apparently significantly diminished,

"This may be our chance, my Lady." he whispered to her. "The sloop is back, and if I'm right they shall soon put ashore. We must act quickly and you must do exactly as I say."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

OOC

OOC: Captain Hawkins will be out of town until wednesday or thursday and incommunicato. Carry on with your activities and I'll rejoin you then.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

I press deep into her, and start a slow, deep rhythem. As she whimpers and moans I lose myself in the feel of her, her soft skin gritty with sand and salt, her nipples hard against my chest through her chemise, her warm wet haven moving back to meet my every thrust. I hear her gasps in my ear as I lick at her neck, and raising my head I see her slender face awash with pleasure. I kiss her again, passionately, and without thinking I begin to thrust harder, deeper, gripping her thigh with one hand, the other at her shoulder, moving faster and faster.

I start to tire too soon, my throat parched and blood weakened by the heat, and so I let the pace drop, and sit back on my haunches, my cock still gripped by her tight wet lips, rocking gently in and out of her.

I look down on her slender, prone body, so delicate and fine, and my eyes drink in every inch of her, from the sublime beauty of her enratured face, down to the carnal vison of my shaft ploughing into her willing pussy. I grin, and lean forward to take her by the waist, pulling her up so that she sits astride me, my rod still nestled insider her, and I lift her chemise up over her head so that we are now both perfectly naked.

"I'm tiring too fast," I pant, as my hips grind awkwardly into her despite her weight on my lap, and smiling I tell her, "It's your turn to do some of the work...."

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren looked at Nathan quizzically as he lifted her up to straddle him.

"I'm tiring too fast. It's your turn to do some of the work...."

She tilted her head slightly as she tried to gauge his mood. As he chuckled, she relaxed and grinned a little and slid her arms up, so they rested on his shoulders. Her grin faded slightly as she felt him move inside her.

"Mmmm ... my turn, hm? Anything in particular I should do with my turn, or is this good?"

With that, she experimentally rotated her hips, grinding against him in slow, small circles. She watched his face as she pushed him a little deeper inside. She thrilled as his eyes glazed with pleasure. Emboldened by his response, she repeated the motion, more deliberate.

After a few moments, she recentered herself, her knees used for balance. She lifted herself up and lowered herself down on him. Her groan harmonized with his. His hands tightened on her hips and helped lift her, he guided her, helped her find and keep a rythym that worked for both of them. Her hands moved to grip his shoulders.

It only took minutes before she reached the edge. She was panting as she moved up and down on Nathan, and he could feel her tighten around him. Her fingers tighten on his shoulders, what nails she had making themselves felt against his skin.

She began her chant again ... not quite so quiet as before ...

"... please ... please ... don't ... stop ... please ..."

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

"... please ... please ... don't ... stop ... please ..."

Stop! The last thing on my mind! Her fingernails are shooting pain through my shoulders as she pumps against me, squeezing me between her tight thighs. Stop? I want more, much more!

I grip her firm buttocks in my hands, grasping hard and guiding her, taking her weight, part lifting her and then pulling her down. She's finding the rhythem difficult, but it's so good, I lift and drop her over and over until she's almost bouncing on my lap, her thighs slapping mine, her breasts brushing my chest and her face burried in my neck, her moans loud in my ear.

Keeping one hand on her ass to guide her hips, I move the other up to her throat, leaning her back slightly as I drop my mouth to her chest. I intend to lick gently at her, but I'm driven more by my passion now than my mind and I take her nipple firmly in my mouth, sucking it in, pressing my tongue against it, licking and biting as she bounces on my cock. I hear her gasp, whether with pleasure or pain I hardly care any more. Her nails dig deeper into my shoulders as I suck and nip harder at her.

Her legs are trembling, and aware that her thighs are tiring I intend to lay her gently back on the sand, but again my passion overwhelms me and I nearly throw her back, thrusting forward and diving onto her as I do so, my hands at her shoulders. I bury myself deep into her, and look into her eyes.

"God I'm trying to be gentle, but I just want to fuck you!" It was a thought in my head and I didn't mean to blurt it out, and certainly not with such conviction.

 

[pneema]

Ren

"God I'm trying to be gentle, but I just want to fuck you!"

The words barely registered, she was so caught up in the way Nathan made her feel as he thre her back and started pounding deep into her.

" ... please ... not ... gentle ... don't ... stop ... please ... need ... more ... " She managed to get out between moans.

Her eyelids closed, her eyes rolled back in her head. All she could see was a white light. She felt as if she would explode, be split in two by the sheer force of Nathan's thrusts. She was close, but she didn't know to what. She tried to push harder against him, wanting him deeper. She thrust her own hips at him, wanting him harder.

"... please ... need ... you ... almost ..."

Her body arched off the ground underneath him as inside her head, a canonball exploded. She gripped Nathan tightly inside her, and he could feel her walls pulsating around him as her orgasm crashed through her like waves breaking on the shore. Her chant was broke off by grateful cry. She'd found the ultimate pleasure Nathan's body had promised her.

As Nathan continued to plow into her, she continued rocking her hips to met his, the waves of passion carrying her onward faster and faster to another crest.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

As Ren's orgasm crashes through her I lose all restraint, and I'm no longer worried for her: she doesn't need me to worry.

My elbows on the ground, I grip her shoulders with my hands and pull her body down to meet my hips as I slam up into her, without restaint or caution. Abandoning myself to the ecstacy of her firm body I suddenly know that I won't last long, and amidst the slapping of our thighs and the grasping in the sand my oun climax rushes in. My whole body spasms as my cum pours into her. I hear a howling and realise that it's me screaming at the release of it.

I colapse onto her, dizy with thirst, exhausted with the exertion, and euphoric with pleasure,the two of us panting in unison.

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren sighed softly, as she decided she liked this floaty feeling that came while she lay with Nathan.

Content, she reached up, gently tracing the contours of his face with her finger.

"That was good. Not as bad as I thought it would be."

Nathan chuckled on top of her, and she felt it rumbling, reverberating though him and against her. She decided that she liked that as well.

Ren yawned and her eyes drifted down. Warmed by passion, Nathan, and the normal heat of the tropics, she dozed off.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

"That was good. Not as bad as I thought it would be."

I can't believe she says that. Good? It was fantastic. And what dreadful experience did she imagine! I roll off her, panting, and try to think how exactly I can ask her, but before I have the words she is asleep.

I collect some empty coconut shells, broken for the milk but still largely intact, and fetch some fresh water in them, leaving them propped up in the sand for Ren when she awakes, and then head to the beach to forage some shellfish: if I've calculated aright it should be low tide....

I return to find Ren stirring and I grin at her as she wakes, and I burry the shellfish in the embers of the fire to bake.

"On a more practical matter," I tell her, my eyes still feasting on her slender bare body, "we still need to know more about the island."

She wakes, stretches, and nods in agreement.

"Two options. Either we work out a system to seach the island, maybe we walk round the shore and follow eachg river or valley in turn, or we talk to the people who already know the island?"

"You mean...?"

"Our French neighbours. Maybe we want to watch them, work out if they're dangerous, or perhaps we talk to one of them alone. I don't want to face them both in case they turn out to be hostile, if you see what I mean. What do you think?"

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren stretched as she watched Nathan and nodded. He was in the right. They needed to learn more of where they were stranded. Perhaps others had found their way to the shores of this small paradise. Even if they had not, it was best to know how small, or large, their new home was. There also was their neighbours to consider.

She shakes her head to herself, She'd drifted into thought and now Nathan was waiting for her to answer him. She picked up one of the coconut shells of water and took a drink. She wondered idly if she'd get used to the coconut flavor in her water.

"Probably the quickest would be to learn of it from our neighbours, but how do we find out if they are dangerous or not?"

She took another sip of her water and then stood up nd went over to stand next to Nathan.

"What do you think they are like, Nathan? And how long have they been here?"

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

"What do you think they are like, Nathan? And how long have they been here?"

"I don't know." I rub my cheek, prickly with two days' stubble. "They look like they've been here a while, being pretty ragged. But then we don't look quite as we did when we got here two days ago... especially you." I can't help but grin at her. "Still you're right, we can't know if they're dangerous. I thought I heard a noise like a book being closed inside the hut, so maybe one of them has a journal, or has some books which might tell us something. A good place to start, would be their house - have a look round inside, see what they have, should give us some clues. Or, we get one of them alone and talk to them: we know the woman goes out for laundry, one of them has to get food, it shouldn't be hard to catch one alone. I don't mean catch - I mean find, talk to. What do you think?"

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren nodded and sit down next to Nathan, looking at him as she sipped her coconut water. She admired ihs muscular frame, having seen the work that goes into keeping a ship afloat. She reached over and traced the line of a muscle on his shoulder, smiling as he looked at her.

"Well, the woman didn't look too dangerous, but I think I'd feel more comfortable having a clue as to whom we're dealing with, so I guess check out the hut first?"

She peered up at him and watching the sunlight and shadows on his face, she could not help but think of his face only minutes ago, above her, moving all over her. A smile of pure delight slowly widened into a grin. Being stranded with Nathan would be fun.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

"Well, the woman didn't look too dangerous, but I think I'd feel more comfortable having a clue as to whom we're dealing with, so I guess check out the hut first?"

"Alright," I agree. "Ideally we'd go when they're both out of the hut,but we don't know when that might be. So... I'd suggest that we go back about dusk. We can run away more easily in the dark if they spot us, we can look in through the windows without being so obvious, and we might be able to sneek in when they're asleep. So, that gives us the rest of the day."

I see her looking at my arms andmy chest, and I catch her smile. I can't help but laugh.

"We probably ought to do something practical, though!" I point out.

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren chuckled and blushed a bit and caught a good whiff of the cooking shellfish and licked her lips.

"Yeah, maybe."

She stood up and paused a moment, then leaned over and quickly kissed Nathan's forehead. Grinning at her own boldness, she scampered off to grab the clothes that had so recently been pulled uncerimoniously off them. She gathered them up and walked back to the creek, settling down to at least rinse the clothes out.

Given the tropic sun and heat, she could hang them on a tree limb and they would be dry before they headed off to see what they could.

When the clothes were hung out to dry, she gathered up all of the coconut shells and put them all in one place and did other various tidying chores. One thing she'd learned on the ship, everything had to be in its place. Ships were not large enough to allow room for a mess without tripping up people.

Every now and again, she'd walk past Nathan and she wasn't able to resist the urge to reach out and touch him. The ache between her legs was a reminder that earlier was not her imagination, and she could not stop smiling at the memory.

She passed the day that way, and soon it was time to get ready. She gathered the dry clothes, tossing Nathan's at him and laughing as they draped themselves over his head. Soon they were both dressed and heading into the jungle, making their way back to the hut.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

"Therese, you must understand. We are not at court here.
We do not have the liberty to plan and consider our actions, nor is this the place to show our honor and breeding.
You and I are lucky to be alive when almost all of my poor crew have almost certainly perished, and although we are so well set with provisions and water that this may seem hardly more than a lark, a bit of a diversion, I assure you our lives are still at peril."

Therese listened to his soft words.
As if for the first time, she become fully aware of the gravity of their situation. They might not live long enough to regret this.
But it was not that she regretted what she had done, more that she had been shocked ... by his forcing of her ... but no ... although he had taken advantage, she could not deny that it had been what she too wanted ... needed ... and perhaps it was that which had so shocked her?

"As to your honor and dignity, Therese, I would never think to question them.
In fact, were you anyone else saying what you just said about your honor, I would be compelled to call you out to defend yourself.
No one shall ever speak thus of you when you are under my protection."

Therese flushed with pleasure. Reassured that he did not treat her honour lightly, even now when it was in fact lost, did much to boost her confidence in him.

She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of human voices.
Wide-eyed, she looked questioningly at Hawkins.
She held her tongue, whilst he pulled aside the foliage and took in the view of the beach.

"This may be our chance, my Lady.
The sloop is back, and if I'm right they shall soon put ashore.
We must act quickly and you must do exactly as I say."

She nodded as she swiftly pulled on the tattered remains of her clothes trying to give a semblance of decency about her appearance.

"What do you want me to do?"

She whispered her response.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

They waited throughout the daym keeping a close watch on the sloop. Apparently the pirates were engaged in rerigging the ship, and with only eight hands on board, it took them most of the day. Finally, when the sun had just set, the sloop's skiff was launched and began to pull towards the island. Hawkins counted six men in the skiff. It was now or never

He led Therse along the shadow of the trees down to their own skiff where it was pulled up on the sand behind some rocks. He helped her in, then shoved off through the surf and began to pull towards the anchored sloop, rowing as quietly as he could. When he got within wenty yards, he slid over the side and Therese watched as he disappeared beneath the water.

She took the oars and pulled awkwardly tiwards the sloop, excitement rising in her breast. She had no illusions about what would happen to her if these men captured her, and if anything happened to Hawkins she would almost certainly be captured. But her fear was not as strong as her sense of adventure, of doing something about their predicament. She wiould go mad just sitting on the shore waiting for someone to find them. At least this was doing something.

She waited. She waited for what seemed a very long time, casting nervouse looks over her shoulder to make sure the men on shore weren't coming after her. The sloop had not mounted a lookout; it was not their way, and it was a mistake.

When sufficient time had passed, she suddenly hailed the ship, waving her arms and yelling. She saw yellow lantern light spill out onto the deck as the hatchway was opened and she saw two men rush to the rail and look out at her, and she was close enough to them to see Hawkin's shadow as he came up behind them. There was a sickening thud and a splash, a strangled cry and another splash, and then she heard his voice: "Hurry, Therese! Row! Hurry!"

She rowed as fast as she could to the ship, then realized that there was no way up the side. "The stern!" Hawkins called to her. "There's a ladder in the stern!"

"What's the stern?" she asked.

"The back of the ship! The back!"

Therese rowed around the back and ran the skiff into the side of the ship, where Hawkins hung from the chains to pull her aboard.
He led her amidships and stationed her by a tangle of ropes leading to the mast.

In the moonlight it was hard to see anything clearly. She could see his teeth when he smiled, and he could see her sun-bleached chemise--no more than a rag now--but they worked as if they could read one another's mind, without words and without fuss.

"When I give the word, haul on this line for all you're worth, Therese. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

He disappeared into the cabin and came out carrying an axe.

"I'm going to cut the anchor. Get ready. That sail has to come down at once when I cut the cable or the surf will dash us ashore, all right?"

She nodded, holding on to the line with both hands, and watched as he rasn forward. She heard him hack at the lines. One blow, two blows, three.

"Let down and haul!" he shouted. "Haul away!"

Therese pulled on the line as hard as she could but nothing seemed to happen. She cursed and took another grip. Just then the ship, free of its anchors, felt the sea and lurched as a wave started pushing her head around broadside to the waves. Therese didn't need to be told that this was bad; she could feel the sickening roll of the deck and hear Hawkins swear as he fell over.

She gritted her teeth, leaped into the air and hung on the rope, jerking on it until it started to come free, then with a loud rustle of canvas the sail came down, amazingly large above her head, and popped as it filled with wind and drew taught, making the lines twang like bowstrings.

Immediately the head of the sloop swung back around towards the clouds of stars and the open sea beyond, and Hawkins came running back from the bow. He grabbed Therese in an excited embrace as the sloop began to move like a live thing, shouldering its way through the waves, driven by the fresh wind in its sail.

Therese laughed with delight not only at their success, but at her sudden instinctive understanding of how the ship and the wind and the sails all worked together. It was so simple and so elegant. They were moving and she had done it. It was an exhilerating feeling, a feeling of being free, a feeling she was coming to love.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese

Therese followed Hawkins to the trees and allowed him to help her into their skiff.
Their “interlude” temporarily forgotten, her body thrilled with the new excitement of the danger and the daring attempt they were making. She was no idiot. Therese knew full well what would be her fate if these men captured her, but she trusted the Captain, more than any other man she had met, more than her father even, she acknowledged and then dismissed the uncomfortable thought hastily. She knew that Hawkins would not be urging her to help him with this if he did not think that there was a strong chance of success.

Therese watched silently as her companion slipped into the water.
She could now swim … of sorts, float at least and it was not the water than scared her as she watched and waited. Where were the men? Were they coming after them?
She began to count, to try to better judge the time.

Now…

She knew what she must do.
Taking her courage in hand, she began to wave and call the attention of the ship in front of her. She saw figures moving, saw the light of the dancing lantern and heard the voices as they pointed to her. Again she became aware of her semi-clad form.
The men were totally distracted, as had been the intention.
Therese schooled her face to an appealing expression, even as she watched Hawkins move behind the men on the ship.
Depsite herself, Therese flinched as she heard the thud and splash as the men were disposed of.

"Hurry, Therese! Row! Hurry!"

Pulling desperately and ineffectually on the oars, she made herself calm and then began to row more speedily towards the ship.

"The stern! There's a ladder in the stern!"

Therese muttered in exasperation. Why would that man not talk sense?

"What's the stern?"

She demanded petulantly.

"The back of the ship! The back!"

His voice was urgent and impatient.
She grinned as she rowed.
They were both stubborn, proud, opinionated …
It was always a battle of wills between the two of them!

Glad of his assistance, Therese allowed herself to be dragged onboard and led along the deck of the ship. Still they were a team.

"When I give the word, haul on this line for all you're worth, Therese.
Can you do that?"

She answered swiftly.

"Yes."

She watched him fetch an axe and waited for instruction.

"I'm going to cut the anchor. Get ready.
That sail has to come down at once when I cut the cable or the surf will dash us ashore, all right?"

She looked up at the sail and nodded.
She stood unflinching as he brought the axe down heavily.

"Let down and haul! Haul away!"

Therese pulled and gasped, as the rope seemed to remain where it was.
Cursing as badly as a true seaman, Therese gritted her teeth and pulled again.
The anchor fell free, the ship rocked and Hawkins fell over.
Things were not going well!
Once more, she braced herself and pulled for all she was worth!
This time the canvas came down and the lines broke under its weight.
Therese cried out triumphantly and found herself grabbed and swung round by an equally delighted Hawkins.

”Yess… we did it!”

She exclaimed, heady with euphoria as she laughed into the sea wind, feeling the ship moving beneath her feet.
They were free … free of the island … free of … everything …
Therese threw her head back and laughed loudly, momentarily carefree!

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

The sloop ghosted along on a calm and starry sea a few miles out from the island inder just a scrap of sail. Now that Hawkins had the ship, he was in no hurry to leave. He wanted to search the area for signs of survivors from the hurricane, and he wanated to take some fixings so he knew just where the Juan Carlos had gone down. Plus, he had not given up hope that the Virago might yet come back, looking for her lost children.

But for now, it was pleasant to just drift along in the velvet night under the warm breeze. He and Therese were lying on a pile of sailcloth by the wheel as Hawkins named the stars for her. But after a time he became silent and just gave himself up to the feel of the breeze over him.

He turned over and looked at Therese who lay with her eyes closed.

"Therese? Therese, you know I've been thinking about what happened on the island. Between us, I mean. I have nothing but the highest regard for you, my Lady, as I've told you repeatedly, and take full responsibility for what happened, but... Welll..."

Therese opened one eye and tried to repess a smile. She knew what he was coming to, what he was going to suggest, yet she was curious to see how he would broach the subject. If the sexual tension had been high between them before, now, with her maidenhead gone, the barrier to their becoming true lovers was no more than their own unwillingness to do so. She could, of course, still take refuge behind her honor, such as it was, but she wasn't at all sure that's what she wanted to do. So there was really no reason why they shouldn't enjoy the pleasures of one another's bodies right here, right now, in perfect privacy, with all the time in the world.

She was at the peak of her beauty, a rose to be plucked, and he was in the flower of his strength, his tastes made more acute by months at sea. The brief sample of carnal pleasure she had enjoyed had been fulfilling beyond what she had thought possible and she was eager to know more, and he ached for her, burned to enjoy her caress freely given, not stolen from her while she slept.

Still, she wanted to be convinced. And she wasn't above enjoying seeing the Captain struggle between his need and his pride.

"What I'm trying to say, Therese, is... Well, I don't want to seem crude about it, for I assure you that your honor and your regard mean more to me than almost anything, but..."

She tuirned her most innocent eyes upon him. "Yes, Captain? What is it you want to say? We can hardly have any secrets from one another now."

"Yes. Right. Exactly. That's why I..."

Subtlety had never been his long suit, nor the intrigues and machinations of courtly behavior, of which he knew she was a past mistress. And yet as he watched her now as she stretched luxuriously, giving him a clear view of all her womanly charms, he would swear he was being toyed with. But sureluy she was beyond such girlish behavior. Wasn't she?

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese

Therese walked along the deck feeling the power of the sea below the sloop as she felt the surge of the waves beneath her. Hawkins busied himself securing and fixing, making the sloop safe for the night under the stars. Therese ran her fingers through her hair and looked round at the expanse of ocean.
It was vast and they were entirely alone.
She was free of the island and free of the expectations that had been made of her before.
She grinned as she made her way back towards Hawkins.
On her journey before his group had taken over the ship, she had been more a prisoner of her circumstances then. Since Hawkins had turned her life upside down Therese had finally had her eyes opened, but what was to become of her now was anyone’s guess... but at this moment in time, Therese was no longer unduly worried.

Finally settling for the night, Therese lay upon the sailcloth spread out by the wheel. She looked up at the stars and felt the warm breeze caress her all but exposed body. She glanced at him as he began to name the constellations and surreptitiously watched his powerful hands on the wheel. She held back a shiver, remembering how they had felt on her body.
The creaking of the wooden slats and the ebb and flow of the waves lulled Therese, the silence between them was companionable.
She looked up to peruse his profile in the moonlight. Hawkins had a strong face, filled with character and strength, a face she found ruggedly handsome, a face that now made her pulses quicken.
She closed her eyes and exhaled softly.
Her body had been so heated, so pleasured.
How could she not have given into the desires he had awakened in her?
But as he had said, it was done now, her virginity a thing of the past, though her honour, in his eyes at least was still in tact.
But … what good was honour when they were adrift and alone on the ocean she mused.

"Therese? Therese, you know I've been thinking about what happened on the island. Between us, I mean.”

She heard his halting speech and knew what he was driving at.
It seemed he had been having similar thoughts to herself.

”I have nothing but the highest regard for you, my Lady, as I've told you repeatedly, and take full responsibility for what happened, but... Welll..."

An eye opened and looked up at him. She kept the smile in check wondering exactly how he would phrase his question.
She knew he was struggling to broach the subject without becoming indelicate.
Their circumstances had changed slightly, but their solitude had not.
Now they had … enjoyed … such intimacy … how would their “relationship” develop now?
Therese looked up at him both eyes taking in his virile masculinity as he continued delicately.

"What I'm trying to say, Therese, is... Well, I don't want to seem crude about it, for I assure you that your honour and your regard mean more to me than almost anything, but..."

He secured the wheel and then took a step towards her.
Therese raised innocent eyes to him, even as she knew that she was sprawled with little to no clothing hiding her body and questioned softly.

"Yes, Captain? What is it you want to say?
We can hardly have any secrets from one another now."

She could not repress a dimpling of a smile as she looked at him expectantly.

"Yes. Right. Exactly. That's why I..."

Therese stretched languorously and patted the sailcloth beside her, inviting him to sit.
He moved and lowered his body beside hers.

”What … happened … between us … “

She began softly.

”Under the circumstances … could be excused …explained … I was weak … delirious … distressed … the sun affected us and made us act … out of character … a single occurrence under such extreme conditions, whilst not exempt from censure, might be understood … “

She watched him carefully as she spoke.
His eyes were on hers, and then travelled along her body as she stretched and sighed and stretched out.

She seemed lost in thought.
She knew her father would want to kill Hawkins.
He was his enemy to begin with and now after what her father would no doubt describe as the "rape" of his daughter …
But … even though she knew her father would be very publicly outraged, she knew that he too would blame Therese.
“Death before dishonour”
Whilst she had life, she should have fought him off … or so her father would tell her.
Therese would no longer be a commodity in the marriage market.
She was no longer “tradable goods”.
Therese smiled then and found that that fact did not distress her in the slightest.

She lifted her face to see Hawkins’ eyes moving over her body.
She saw the bulge in his pants.
She saw his eyes meet hers and gave a small smile.
She was sure that she would never see any man look at her with such unbridled desire.
She could not imagine any man making her feel the way he had.

”But … if we … repeated the act…”

She continued to outline her reasoning.

”If we allowed ourselves to … give way to our … baser instincts … “

She paused, her voice almost purring, although to all intents and purposes she spoke dismissively of any repetition of their lovemaking.

”.. then we would both be entirely answerable and put ourselves beyond acceptance of the society to which we must return….”

She looked up at him coyly.

”… and we wouldn’t want that to happen …would we…?”

She enquired softly as he shook his head obediently watching with rapt attention as she let her hands trail downwards over her body.

”… you would not want me to turn my back on propriety and ask you to touch me … kiss me… here…. “

She ran her fingers teasingly over her breasts, then circling each nipple, reliving the heat he had caused there and giving a soft sigh.
Her eyes still on his she whispered.

” … or….. here… “

Her other hand slipping between her legs, Therese watched its path, curious, she moved her fingers to stroke herself and gasped surprised at the heat that rose from her own touch. Looking up under hooded lids she saw Hawkins’ eyes widen and follow the path of her fingers as she continued to move them tentatively.
She had never touched herself in this way, but seeing him watching helped her relive the way he had made her feel.

”Therese …!”

His voice was a hoarse moan.
Its sound sent a thrill through her body.
His eyes locked on hers and she watched his hand move to his straining pants.
Her eyes widened as he began to stroke himself.
His bulge was now enormous.
The sight made her moan softly.
Her bosom heaved as her body ached.

”On the other hand…. “

She spoke in a husky whisper.

”… as a gentleman … you could not leave a lady …wanting… “

Her body, her expression was all invitation.
Even as she offered herself to him, Hawkins felt her hand reach out and run along his rock hard bulge, giving a murmur of appreciation as she did so.
She had teased him, toyed with him, but now she wanted him.

”…please…”

She implored softly as she finally gave herself up to her need for him.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

He barely remembered lash the wheel before going to her like a man drugged, and drugged he was by the sight of her caressing her own body. He had seen many things in his years at sea, known women is every corner of the globe, but what he saw before him now was easily the most erotic spectacle he had ever witnessed.

Therese lay beneath the stars and moon, her shift so threadbare that she'd might as well be naked, writhing and moaning at her own touch as her hands played between her legs and slid over her upthrust breasts, stopping to pluck at her nipples and gasping with pleasure. He should have known, he thought, that if Therese decided to play the wanton, she would excel at it, just as she excelled at whatever she put her mind to.

Without thinking he skinned off his own ragged trousers, letting his massive cock bob free, standing up like a ship's bowsprit, thick and proud, and he fell to his knees next to her. At the sight of him Therese moaned and her hips began to churn with a subtle hunger. Hew took hold of her frail garment and she sat up and allowed him to lift it over her head, leaving her totally naked.

Their eyes met and locked, and they both read the hunger in each other's gaze. Certainly Therese had been putting it on thick, intentionally provoking him, but there was nothing contrived in her look of hunger for him, nor in his for her.

Their lips met in a fragile kiss, as if unsure of one another, but it was like flame meeting tinder, and the kiss quickly degenerated into something raw and almost brutal in its intensity. Hawkwins' hands went to her breasts, giving her such a thrill that she had to break the kiss in order to gasp for air. She felt as though nineteen years of armor had suddenly been removed from her, leaving her flesh super sensitive and starved for another's touch.

He held her breast to his lips as he licked and kissed her, and she let her head fall back in pleasure and arched her back towards his mouth. Not to be outdone she reached for him, ran her fingers down his stomach until she found what she sought, and wrapped her slim fingers around him, marvelling at his hardness and size.

Now it was Hawkins' turn to groan as she felt her hand massaging him in an instinctive imitation of coitus.

"Therese, Therese," he gasped, "My Lady, I beg you, let us go slowly. The entire night is ours, there is no need to rush."

She supported herself on her outstretched arms nehinmd her and looked at him from beneath her lashes and said, "I am yours, my Lord, but please, do not make me wait too long. You have set this fire to burning and now you must put it out before it consumes me entirely."

"My Lady, your pleasure is my only concern."

So saying he took her naked body in his arms and stretched out beside her, kissing her feverishly and feeling her urge her body against his. She was a woman on fierce passions, and every kiss, every caress drew a response from her. What she might lack in skill of experience she more than made up for with enthusiasm and instinct, and Hawkin's plan to take her slowly to the heights was foiled when he found himself kneeling between her shapely legs as she guided him to where she wanted him most.

He could feel her heat and her wetness, her moans and entreaties, and he could not control himself. He had never been with a woman who drove him so mad with passion, and for the first time he realized how deep his feelings for her really were, for this was more than just coupling with a wench. She had his heart just as much as she had his body.

With a deep moan of releif he sank into her, feeling her thrust up to meet him. She closed her legs over his back, trapping him there, and quickly she rose to her climax, her shuddering cry of release loud and uninhibited beneath the brilliant stars.

Hawkins held on by the skin of his teeth, fighting the pliunge into ecstatic orgasm, wanting to make it last, wanting the be the source of lasting pleasure for him, and as she slowly returned to earth, he fought to keep still, and yet the simple motion of the ship as she rocked on the swell was moving them against each other, making control all but impossible.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese

Therese watched Hawkins pull off his trousers, her hand resting on her abdomen as she saw his cock spring free, her eyes wide as she saw how it stood pointing directly towards her, as if eager to hit its target. The mere thought of such a thick hard shaft inside her made Therese squirm in anticipation.

Hawkins knelt eagerly beside her. Without preamble Therese sat up drawing towards him and urged him to pull the chemise over her head. Their soft moans combined as she sat beside him totally naked.

Therese’s breathing was ragged. Her need, her anticipation sent excitement coursing through her veins. Her eyes fell to his cock once more and then moved to return his gaze. The raw hunger with which he looked at her sending an answering heat scorching down to her core.

As one they leaned into each other, their eyes never leaving the other, as if gauging reaction. Their lips brushed lightly together, a mere fleeting touch, little more than a combination of breaths. Again they moved forward, lingering this time, touching then pressing until Hawkins caught her head with his hand and pulled her mouth against his. Therese moved her mouth hungrily kissing him with a desperation that drew a moan and caused him to move his mouth more roughly over hers.

It was only the feeling of Hawkwins' hands on her breasts that made Therese wrench her mouth away to cry out and catch her breath. Her naked bosom heaved as she felt where his hands had been, their touch feeling as if it were branded on her skin. Again he moved his hands to cup her breasts and raise them, throwing her a look before lowering his head to lick and kiss, feeding avidly from her firm ripe globes. The sensation was almost too much for Therese. She threw her head back in abandon and moaned, tilting her breasts forward as she offered herself up to him instinctively.

Even as her body rocked, her hand moved between his legs, her fingers searching along his abdomen and working their way downwards to seek out his rampant hardness. She gave a satisfied sigh as her fingers finally curled around his mighty shaft. Curiously she squeezed and stroked, feeling his velvety steel hot beneath her fingers.

"Therese, Therese,"

His husky voice called to her as he raised his head, finally releasing her breasts.

"My Lady, I beg you, let us go slowly.
The entire night is ours, there is no need to rush."

Her eyes glowed with passion and need.
She paused, releasing him temporarily and spoke softly.

"I am yours, my Lord, but please, do not make me wait too long. “

She saw his eyes widen and continued to inform him huskily.

”You have set this fire to burning and now you must put it out before it consumes me entirely."

Her tone was playful, yet demanded satisfaction.

"My Lady, your pleasure is my only concern."

“How could he possibly think that he would not pleasure her?”
Therese thought to herself as he lay beside her and began to consume her with hungry kisses.
Therese pressed closer, each kiss, each touch enflaming her anew.
Her hands were on his torso, stroking, exploring.
A leg was thrown over his as she urged herself closer.
Her moans and murmurs of encouragement seemed to fuel his passion all the more. She wasted no time on form or appearance, her need was all consuming.

Therese groaned as Hawkins moved his way down to kneel between her legs.
She looked up at him and encircling his hard cock guided him wordlessly to where she needed him.

”… Ohh.. now.. please… now..”

She told him urgently as she raised her hips in invitation.
Hawkins needed no second bidding.
With one smooth, forceful stroke he buried himself inside her, feeling her opening up beneath him as she spread her legs and raised herself of the ground until he was buried to the hilt.

”Ooohhhhh yessss…”

The expelled sigh of satisfaction mingled with his relieved moan.
Moving her legs to wrap around him, Therese held him revelling in the sensation of being totally filled by him.
Her muscles soon flexed to accommodate his girth and Therese clamped down on him unconsciously milking his cock as Hawkins gave a moan and began thrusting deeper into her tight channel.
Amidst a torrent of gasps and cries, Hawkins moved hard and fast inside her until reaching her peak with welcome speed, Therese screamed her climax to the stars. Her body was still spasming uncontrollably as Hawkins continued to hammer into her body, stuffing her full over and over and finally with a triumphant cry, dousing her with his scalding hot seed. His hands pinned her bucking hips as he forced his manhood into her whilst she gasped ecstatically beneath him.

The sound of their ragged breathing finally slowed and then fell in time with the flow and ebb of the waves. Each movement of the ship caused an echoing spasm deep within Therese’s core as she lay beneath Hawkins enjoying the feeling of his bulk pressed against her and the sensation of his cock still buried inside her.
The movement of the ship was gentle, calming, but her heightened sensitivity made it impossible not to respond to even such small movements.
Hawkins smiled as he heard her Therese’s soft murmurs as his cock twitched inside her as she lay dazed and overwhelmed by the intensity of what they had shared.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

They doze, tangled together as the ship drifts slowly before the wind under starry skies. But even in sleep Hawkins is aware of Therese curled against him, the softness and warmth of her skin, and he can't keep his hands from caressing her body. As for Therese, she is apparently made for love, and responds to every touch and every little kiss with a sigh or a smile or a caress of her own.

He wakes up after a few hours overwhelmed with fresh need for herm and as she sleeps she presses himself against her and begins to kiss his way down her flawless body. When he reaches her breasts she stirs and tangles her fingers in his hair, and by the time he gets to her belly she is breathing fast and her hips are moving as if of their own volition. She is hardly awake, and his kisses merge with her dreams to put her in a deliciously sensual haze.

She feels wonderfully wanton as she feels his lips on her stomach and his hand toying with her sex. She had known at least the basics of the ways of a man with a woman, but she'd had no idea of these these wonderful touches and caresses, that a man could do such gratifying things to her. She could not be certain, but she strongly suspected that she was in the hands of a master, so skillfully did he pleasure her. If he was not an expert lover, than God help her, for he soon had her writhing shamelessly beneath him, her entire body on fire.

But when she felt his kiss on her most secret spot, she was shocked. "My Lord! What are you doing?"

Inigo raised his face from between her legs and smiled at her. "Relax my sweet. This is love in the French manner, my way of paying homage to such a rare and beautiful creature as you are."

"But it's...oh! OH! Ohhhh!"

Her objections were quickly overcome by the searing pleasure that swept through her body, bringing her nipples to instant hardness and making her hips jerk up reflexively towards the source of that wonderful sensation.

"Oh my Lord!" she moaned in a transport of erotic bliss. "Oh it is wonderful beyond telling!"

With his tongue delving into her, Hawkins smiled. "I have much to teach you, much to show you, my Lady. We have oceans of pleasure to explore together."

"Oh my darling!" she moaned, pushing his face into her groin. "I will go wherever you lead me! Show me everthing!"

 

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

Me collecting fish and fruit, Ren washing the clothes, the two of us building a windbreak at the mouth of the cave to give better shelter... and so the day passes, in a conspiratorial frustration. Her hand brushes me once or twice; I sneak more than the occassional glance at her pert breasts, her firm buttocks. And I marvel at the strangeness of it. Less that a week ago, I won Ren the chance to ravish a woman, thinking her to be a boy. Now I see her her nubile, female form and there's a stirring in my loins. Iwant her. Froim that glance I know he wants me. But we hold off all day.

Now there is a little reconnaissance to be done, and after that I fully intend to drag her back here to the cave and dispense with this self-imposed frustration. Iwant to see her spread out beneath me on the sand again....

As darkness begins to close in we cross the ridge and begin our descent to the hut.

At the edge of the French couple's clearing we pause, and hide ourselves. Smoke rises from the vent in the roof of the shack, and there are occassional spoken words drifting from the windows. We wait. Little happens as night falls. Firelight dances inside.

Then suddenly, an arguement - not harsh or cruel, but both he and she exasperated, blaming each other for something. I can't catch exactly what they say, but I thing it's something to do with fish, or poison... presumably fish. Then the door swings open and both of them, surpressing a mutual annoyance, pace off into the night, moving inland, both exchanging conciliatory glances and surpressing sulks.

We've only seen them once before, in the throws of a brutal pasion, but just from this we can see that there's a real tenderness there.

Both I and Ren follow at a distance to see exactly where the go, until we find at the inland-most edge of the clearing, a path or animal track disapearing into the jungle. Wherever they have gone, they have left the clearing and, fortuitously, we now have the chance to search trhe house.

"You go," I tell Ren, "and I'll stay here. Then if they come back, I'll confront them. Sooner that than the other way around, and it strikes me as sensible to have onw of us on watch."

She agrees, reluctantly, and scampers off towrds the building.

I wait.

Five or ten minutes pass.

Then, I hear voices, and to my horror I hear that they are coming from the far side of the clearing, and moving towards me! I understand, too late. They have checked fishtraps along the river, and so circled around to return from downstream, and npow they will reach the hut, with Ren inside, before I can intercept them....

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren watches the French couple make their way into the night jungle. The moon above gives enough light to catch the affection they hold for each other, although temporarily layered beneath their current exasperation. Ren wondered breifly on it, comparing it to their ferocity the last time Nathan and she watched. But now was not the time for this, so she put that thought away for later musings and turned her attention to follow Nathan.

Following the French couple, Nathan and Ren find a small trail barely worn in the foliage. Ren can only think of one animal that they have encountered on this island, and it was of the two legged variety. Nathan turns to her after looking about.

"You go and I'll stay here. Then if they come back, I'll confront them. Sooner that than the other way around, and it strikes me as sensible to have one of us on watch."

Ren did not wish to be alone here. She did not feel safe unless she was at Nathan's side, but she saw the truth in his words and nodded.

"I will see what I can find." She offered him a tremulous smile, squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin, hoping to convey a confidence she did not feel. She could not always hide behind Nathan, or beneath him. The last thought surfaced unbidden and warmed her between her legs. She turned and scampered to the hut, glancing around before slipping inside.

Inside the hut it was hard to see, but she closed her eyes for a few moments and opened them again, letting them adjust. In the moonlight that did make it in she could see shapes. She found the rough trappings of an attempt to regain civilization in this uncivilized paradise. Coconut shells made bowls and cups, rough spoons inexpertly whittled out of wood but functional. She could see no knife, but that did not surprise her. He would have taken it with him.

Against one wall there was a shape that suggested a cot. Ren blushed remembering hearing it squeeking beneath their lovemaking. She turned slightly. Close to the cot, a table shape. The table was cleared, the spoons and coconut shell eating-ware carefully stacked out of the way on the floor beside the door. To one side of the table a stack of something. She moved closer and ran her fingers over it, using her sense of touch to see more clearly. Papers and the worn bindings of a couple books. She slipped a couple peices of paper out of the stack to give to Nathan. It would not do to remove too many or he might notice.

It was furnished simply, the lack of time and materials kept the trappings to a minimum. Ren made her way back to the door, but stopped. Voices in the night. A soft conversation in French. They were returning and Nathan had not warned her! Was he safe? Had something happened to him? But no, the voices were calm, affectionate. Whatever their difference earlier, they had moved past it. They did not seem alarmed and they came from the opposite side of the clearing as where she had left Nathan standing guard. They had circled around and instead of Nathan between her and them, it was she between them and him. Nathan would hide as soon as he heard them. If something happened to her, he would not be able to help her if he were caught as well, so surely he would hide.

They came closer and she had not moved. Soon now she would not be able to and would be found. She glanced out the door. A shadow had been cast over the doorway as the moon moved amongst the trees. She crouched down as small as she could make herself. Slowly she opened the door as little as possible and slipped out, staying within the moon-shadow, slipping around o the rear of the hut as the French couple entered.

She crouched there for a few moments waiting. The sounds inside gave no evidence that they had seen her, nor noticed the intrusion. She closed her eyes, a silent offering of thanks to whatever Gods watched over her this night. She made to move and was stopped abrubtly as she stubbed her toe on something in the sand. She barely bit back the yelp of pain, though she reached down to hold her throbbing toes. Breathing as quietly as she knew how, she listened. Still, no signs from inside that they had heard her

The moon broke through the leaves and she saw a mettalic glow at her feet. Disbelieving she slowly brushed the sand away to expose a silver bar. Her mouth dropped open as she half forgot her pending peril and freed enough of a bar to grab a hold of it. Soft moans came from the hut beside her, moans not unlike she made earlier this day as she kissed Nathan. She felt her face go flush and she hurried to cover the silver again. As the moans grew in intensity, she drew back into the jungle and made a wide circle back to where she left Nathan, hoping that he was still there.