The Pirates' Women

[Arkontheroof]

Sly Nathan

I scramble up towards the hut, desperately hoping that I can reach the building before they do - but it's hopeless. I get to the side wall just as they are entering the front door, and I freeze, fearing that they will find Ren. But there is no arguement or confrontation, no scuffle. I sink low to the ground,and start to crawl backewards away from the building: I have no idea what I should do next, but I don't need to be so close to ponder it.

Then when I'm about half way down the hill, I see a shadow in the silver moonlight, lithe, swift and slight, scurrying down to the trees where I had been waiting. Ren! I scramble down the hillside after her, reaching the line of trees a few seconds later.

"Ren! I'm really sorry - they came from the other side, I couldn't get to you in time...."

"I know!" she isn't scared - she'e excited. Why? "But guess what I found!"

I look at her hand, and see several sheets of paper or parchment. "Letters, perhaps?"

"No! Well, yes - but more! I found silver!"

"Silver? You mean, a bag of coins, a purse...?"

"No! A silver bar! Burried by the house!"

Silver. A whole bar of it. "A big bar?"

She nods.

I've lied, cheated and stolen for less. Frankly, I lost my home and business for much less. "Show me!"

"But it's up there...."

I nod. "You think they'll spot us?"

"Well, no...." she seems so sure, I don't think to question why.

"Then lets go - show me!"

She leads the way up the hill, uncertainly, and we approach the back of the hut.

The wind is blowing in the trees at the foot of the slope,and is rusting through the thatch, but there is another low whisper on the air, too, almost a moan. No, it is a moan, quiet from inside the house. Then the moan suddenly rises in pitch and becomes a yelp, subsiding again. Now I know why Ren was uncertain about coming up here, yet so sure that they would not spot us.

She leads me to the back of the hut, and crouches in the sandy earth. I kneel beside her, and see where her fingers are scratching. I see nothing, only sand, but we kneel so close that our thighs almost touch, and the woman's wimper from the hut reminds me of our earlier... contacts. I stop looking at the sand, and let my glance run up her slender arm - when suddenly she hisses "Look!" And I look down.

The glint is unmistakable.

I look at the exposed silver, and wonder how much more might be burried there - perhaps none, but perhaps.... And I look up at Ren, who is staring back at me.

From inside the house, suddenly the woman's moan becomes a shout, and then "O non, non, je vous m- ah oui! Oui!" And then her cry is stiffled, forcibly. I'm still looking into Ren's moonlit face, and in her eyes I see a flash.

And that glint, too, is unmistakable.

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren felt a flood of emotions run through her when she found Nathan in the jungle. Relief that he was safe and she was with him once more, excitement to share the treasure she'd found, and her adrenaline ran high.

She convinced him to follow her back to the hut to view the pile of silver, and watched his face as he uncovered it. She was grinning widely, pleased that she found this, proud that she had escaped from her foray into the couple's hut unscathed.

She watched his face, its expression changing slightly with each emotion that flickered across it. She heard the woman cry out in the hut, only to have her cry muffled. The cot creaked beneath them in an unsteady rythym. Memories flooded back and she felt warm and hungry,, though not for food, for the man beside her in the darkness. She met his eyes and saw her hunger mirrored.

Nathan pointed to the jungle in the general direction of their cove. She nodded and together they slipped away into the protection of the leafy shadows.

They had not gone far when Nathan turned quickly and pulled her to him, kissing her roughly. The suddenness of the embrace startled her momentarily, but the initial reaction faded and she returned the kiss as passionatly as he. Her hands slide over his arms, feeling the steely strength beneath the skin. His hands caressed her, moving over her back, hips and rump, then back up again, gathering the thin material of the chemise in his hands.

Her hands slide around his waist and he pulled back and shook his head.

"Not here," he whispered gruffly. "Not here."

One of his large hands engulfed her own and he started off again, his long legs setting a fast pace so that she almost had to run to keep up.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

The sun emerged from the sea in the east, paiting the island briefly in gold as the sloop drifted easily along less than half a mile off shore, Hawkins scanning the shoreline with a glass. He was looking for any other signs of life, since he knew it was quite possible that others of his crew had been washed ashore just as he and Therese had. It was hard to believe that they were the only survivors.

His plan now was to put to sea in the stolen sloop and search for the Virago, which he suspected was not far off, and probably searching for him as well, however he was reluctant to leave the island if there were any chance that some of his men might still be here.

The sloop Donamarie was armed with four 4-inch cannons and had a decent supply of shot and powder. He had loaded and primed an inshore gun and was just waiting for the sun to get a little higher before firing it. Anyone within a mile or two of the shore would hear the roar of the gun and no doubt come to see what it was about. He didn't dare run up the black porate flag, since he didn't know who his signal would attract, but he hoped he could recognize anyone on the shore with his glass.

The sun rose, the shadows shortened, and Hawkins lit a commandeered cigar from the cabin lantern.

"You might like to cover your ears, Therese." he said, "And stay well clear of the gun. She'll come leaping back as she fires."

Therese covered her ears, and Hawkins, standing well to the side, put his cigar to the touch hole.

The gun went off with a shocking roar and a huge cloud of smoke, and the entire gun, cannon and solid oak carriage, shot back in recoil, actually leaving the deck before the breeching ropes stopped it dead.

Nothing to do now but wait, so Hawkins took the glass and his cigar and climbed the ratlines into the foretop, scanning the beach for signs of life.

 

[pneema]

Ren

Nathan had just broke through the jungle foliage and into their cove when they heard the cannon shot. Both stopped dead in their tracks, looking first to sea and then to each other.

It could be the Virago searching for the lost shipmates, or it could not.

They crept back to their small shelter, an unneeded precaution as they well outside of the hearing range of anyone at sea or the French couple they had so recently left.

Nathan had Ren hide inside the shelter while he positioned himself behind some rocks near the entrance of the shelter, ready to duck down quickly if anyone came into sight.

Hearts pounding and with baited breath, they waited.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

OOC:

Sorry I've been away for such a long time.
I've had "family problems" to deal with.
I'm totally lost now.
When last here Therese and Hawkins were in passionate couplings, now we're heading for shore.
I'll write a link for you to pick up or ignore as you wish.
Apologies all
DM x


IC:

Therese sat wrapped in a blanket.
The shreds of her clothes had somehow fallen off her and she shivered, naked beneath the fabric which enclosed her.
But she was not cold.
Therese watched the approaching shoreline it, just as the noise from the cannon sent a chill through her.
Hawkins and she had shared an ... intimacy ... she had put aside her background, almost forgotten what she had left behind and now ...

She looked towards the stairway leading below deck. He was searching for clothes, clothes to make her look "respectable" in case they met up with any survivors.
But how would that affect them?
How would she behave infront of strangers?
And if, as he hoped, members of his crew had survived would she once more be a prisoner?
Would he hold her for ransome, a ransome she was no longer worth?

Therese curled round and put her head on her hands with a sigh.
So much had happened.
Too much to make sense of.
But one thing was certain.
After experiencing such ... physical release ... she would never ben what she had been.
She would never want to go back to being the dutiful, obedient daughter, even if she could.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

OOC: Sorry, DM, I don't know what happened. You're right, we had been engaged in a stemy love scene, then suddenly it's over and I'm shooting a gun off (crude symbolism?). I think I might have thought you were gone and decided to bravely go on with the story without you.
In any case, the gun's been fired, and I'll take it up from there. But maybe I can deal with our cunnilingus interruptus in this installment.

IC: Hawkins climbed out of the cabin with a mess of clothes in his hand to find Therese sitting up witha sly, knowing look in her eye. It made him feel strangely self-conscious.

"Here," he said, "I've found these. I don't know how they'll fit, but at least they're clean, and they'll cover you should we find any other survivors."

Therese looked through the mess of garments with a pout. The truth was, she enjoyed the novel sensation fo being naked, and being naked in front of a man--in front of her lover--was deliciously wicked. She sat up, exposing her breasts, and held up a shirt to see how it might fit.

Hawkins immediately averted his eyes. His desire for her was far from satiated, and he felt ass though their recent coupling had broken the dam that had held all his salacious deelings in check. Just a glimpse of her breasts made him harden instantly.

"That's the area where I saw the smoke two days ago." he said, pointing to the island.

Therese slipped the shirt over her head and pulled it down. It was too tight across her chest, and her breasts pulled the fabric tight, creating a tight pleat stretching from one nipple to the other. "Where?" she asked casually as she gathered her hair to pin it atop her head. Her gesture just accented the thrust of her breasts. "On the beach?"

Hawkins cursed under his breath, unable to take his eyes from her. If he didn't know better he would swear she was intentionally teasing him. But of course she was a lady and would never stoop to such a trollope's trick.

"No," he said. "It was back some distance into the jungle. Well, we'd might as well anchor here for a time and see if anyone appears."

Noticing that he was intentionally avoiding looking at her, Therese jumped up from the tarp, entirely naked from the waist down and joined him at the rail, taking his arm and pretending to peer closley at the island.

Hawkins was of course immediately aware of her nearness anmd her nakedness. "My Lady, you're... You're quite undressed!"

"Am I?" she asked with seeming surprise. "Oh my! Why so I am! I hadn't noticed!"

It finally dawned on the Captain that perhaps she was having him on, though it was hard to understand how such a high-bred lady could act the wanton scamp with such apparent ease. Of course, Therese de Quinha had been nothing if not a constant surprise to him, and just when he thought he'd had her figured out, she would do something to astonish him.

In any case, whatever shame she felt over her state of undress, she did not appear to be unduly alarmed, but rather stared at him from beneath her long lashes with the barest hint of a smile on her lips, as if daring him.

That was too much, and he turned and gathered her into his arms, pressing her back until the backs of her legs his the roof of the after cabin, and she sat down heavily. Instandtly he was upon her, his hands and mouth kissing and caressing, quite taking the breath from her body.

"Why, Captain!" she gasped, "Whatever has come over you?"

He was already greedily liocking her smooth belly, his intentions clear. Biting her lip to keep from groaning, Therese let her legs open in silent invitation. His demonstration of the French manner of loving had been curtailed last night before the lesson had been fully digested, and she hoped that he might continue where he'd left off. Such things suddenly seemed essential to a girl's education.

"Oh, Therese!" he moaned as his lips sought her out, "You know you drive me mad with passion for you."

She smiled and closed her eyes as he said this. That was not a bad thing, she decided. She raised her knees and got ready for her lesson.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese

Therese looked at the garments Hawkins handed her.
They were less than glamorous, but a necessity she supposed if they found other survivors.
She shrugged the shirt on, feeling ashamed of herself.
It was wicked to hope that they would find no one, but she had enjoyed the freedom of being alone with him, of walking around the ship nude.
How would she ever behave as she was expected to?

"That's the area where I saw the smoke two days ago."

The shirt pulled uncomfortably.

"Where? On the beach?"

She enquired as she tried to bring some order to her wild tresses.

"No. It was back some distance into the jungle.
Well, we'd might as well anchor here for a time and see if anyone appears."

She heard the strain in his voice and bowed her head to hide a satisfied grin.
Then her face the picture of innocence, Therese moved to join him at the rail.
She was not disappointed by his exlamation.

"My Lady, you're... You're quite undressed!"

Therese opened wide innocent eyes as she responded.

"Am I? Oh my! Why so I am! I hadn't noticed!"

All too soon she was going to have to be respectable again, to be Lady Therese de Quina once more. She was going to have some fun with her Captain before having to conform to worldly expectations once more.
She curled her lips coquettishly and gave him a smouldering look from beneath her lashes.

Her cry of surprise was accompanied by her lady like enquiry:

"Why, Captain! Whatever has come over you?"

Even as he was upon her kissing and caressing leaving her breathless from the preliminary ravishing.

”Ohhh umm…”

She moaned softly as he licked her stomach, failing to hold back a groan of desire.
Her legs parted wantonly, showing him her moist sex.
Already her centre was hot and aching for his mouth, his fingers, his cock.
She needed so much more of him than she had been able to enjoy so far.

"Oh, Therese! You know you drive me mad with passion for you."

His heated declaration made her smile.
His mouth covered hers in a searing kiss.

”And you Captain, make me forget I’m a lady …
You drive me so wild, I forget myself … “

She purred as she raised her knees.
Her hands moved to his back, pressing his muscles beneath her fingers and then gently raking his flesh with her nails.

”And I am a lady in need, Captain … “

Her voice was thick with desire.

”I need my … education … completing… “

His face raked over her body.

"With pleasure my Lady ... "

He spoke softly, matching her tone.

"But first... "

He reached down with his hands and taking the material of the ill fitting shirt wrenched it roughly in two.
Therese squealed and laughed in anticipation.

"Will you split me as roughly?"

She asked, her eyes entreating him to take her.

"I will fill you, mount you, ride you, devour you and make every part of your body pulsate with pleasure..."

His voice was hoarse with promise.
Therese felt her body throb in anticipation.

"Ohhh... I need you ... God ... I want you so badly ... "

She whispered, finally confessing her longing for him.
With an almost bestial grown, Hawkins obliged, his head moving towards her as he prepared to thoroughly ravish the woman who had teased him and now finally confessed her desire for him.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Captain Inigo Hawkins

"Ohhh... I need you ... God ... I want you so badly ... "

Therese's words were the final straw that put him over the edge. Before his lovemaking had been tentative and gentle, concerned as he was with hurting her or causing her pain. But now she spoke like a woman, and he could treat her as such.

He lowered his mouth to her crotch, and Therese hiked herself up on her elbows, eager to see every detail of her own ravishment. Hawkins let her see his tongue come out, wanting her to know what he was doing to her so there could be no mistake, and as his tongue touched her most intimate flesh, Theresa threw her head back in pleasure and her tongue came out as if in sympathy to what he was doing.

Hawkins ran his tongue around her sex, teasing, tickling, and Therese had never felt anythiing like it. She would have been shocked had she not already been such a wildly sensual creature herself. As it was, what he was making her feel totally eclipsed any feelings of shame or shock at his unconventional lovemaking and all she could think about was how wonderful it felt.

She raised her head to watch him again, her face a mask of lust. Her expressions went from disbelief to pure animal desire, and she grabbed his hair and pulled him more tightly against her, as her slim hips began to move of their own volition, seeking more contact with his maddening mouth.

"Oh my God! Captain! Oh! Madre de Dios! Aiee! Bueno! Bueno!"

She tasted as fresh as the sea, and she seemed to be unshockable, When he lowered his head and teased at her ass hole she just bit her lip to keep from crying out and let him do as he pleased. She was made to be pleasured, whether she knew it or not, and he was showing her her true calling in life.

No sooner had he stopped and stripped off his pants than Therese grabbed him and pressed her naked body to his. She showed no hesitation as her hand went immediately to his cock and began to frig him instinctively. He let her puch him over on his back and marvelled as she stradled his body, her knees in the air. With one hand on his chest and the otyher gripping his prick he closed her eyes in concentration and rolled her pussy against him until she had him right where she wanted. Then she opened her eyes and captured his with the look of a wild tigress or jungle cat, and she lowered herself down onto him.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Therese de Quina

Eager to be “educated”, Therese watched as Hawkins moved his mouth to her crotch and begun to move his tongue along her, the touch so beyond any sensations Therese had ever experienced. The sight of him between her legs doing this too her, drove her almost as crazy as the touch of his questing tongue. The combination of what she saw and felt drove away any sense of propriety and any shame she might have felt at such “unbecoming” intimacy. Never has Therese felt such a searing ache, a searing need. A heat that seemed to knot, to pulsate at her very core.

As she turned her head towards Hawkins, she could tell he felt it too. She groaned knowing she did not have to mask her needs from him any longer, rather she knew that he had so awoken her sexual response, she could no longer hold back her lust. Heedlessly, her mind only on satisfying the cravings of her body, Therese knitted his hands in Hawkins hair and dragged his head against her pulsating womanhood. Her hips bucked as she ground against him. Her head thrown back, she moaned aloud.

"Oh my God! Captain! Oh! Madre de Dios! Aiee! Bueno! Bueno!"

Even he growled with animalistic appetite as he ate his full and allowed her to hump his face madly. Therese felt overloaded with sensation. When Hawkins moved his head allowing his tongue to flick at her ass hole, Therese gasped and tried to hold back her pleasure at such a forbidden erotic sensation.

By the time they broke apart, Therese was panting and dizzy, but her need for his body was no less urgent. She watched him strip and pressed her own body to his. She moved her hand to surround his cock, stroking, squeezing, enjoying the feel of its warm strength as it pulsated beneath her touch. Her eyes met his. There shared lust was so liberating! She pushed him back urgently and climbed on top of him. A leg each side of him, Therese continued to work his cock until she finally positioned herself just where she wanted. She paused momentarily. Again their shared look. This time it was Therese who was the predator. Though inexperienced she knew what she wanted, what she needed: His thick cock buried inside her!

Her eyes never leaving his, she lowered herself with agonising slowness onto his erect member. Her long low groan of relieved satisfaction as she felt his length sliding into her depths was echoed by his own as he felt her pussy walls clamp around his massive shaft. Buried deep, she held herself in that position. Her felt her walls contract in waves of awareness, his cock twitched in response. He was so thick and long. He filled her completely and yet he had not entered her to the hilt of his massive member.

”Ohhhh.. Captain … I love the way you fill me … “

Therese purred.

”You have ruined me … ruined me for other men … how can I live without your cock always inside me?”

At her words Hawkins exclaimed and began to rock inside her, eliciting a soft cry.

”MMmm.. yess.. Captain … “

Therese began to slowly raise herself from his thick shaft, her muscles gripping him as she lifted herself higher. Pausing with only the bulbous head of his cock within her entrance, she caught his eye.

”I … sooo need this … “

She gasped before letting herself go and slamming down hard in one swift move, impaling herself upon his rigid weapon.

”Ohh! God..! Yesss… !!! “

She cried out loving the sensation of being split so forcefully.

”Sooo hard… umm.. soo good… “

She moaned as she moved to repeat the action.

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren waited for the rest of the afternoon and into the night. She heard nothing more. Every so often she would hear Nathan move and the sound reassured her.

Darkness fell and still they waited. Still they heard nothing more and Nathan called out to no sail. Sleep tugged at Ren and soon she succumbed, drifted into unconscienceness.

The morning sun on her arm woke her and she sat up, startled. She heard nothing. Only the birds and the waves on the shore. She waited. Still, nothing.

She leaned over and peeked out to where Nathan had been. He was not there. She fell to her stomach and looked around their clearing. Nothing was out of place or missing, except Nathan.

Surely he would have woken her if someone had come, unless he was taken by surprise and taken away. But she would have heard the struggle, wouldn't she? What if he was hurt and needed help? What if he had left her and gone back to sea? What if the French couple had found them and taken Nathan? What if he'd died protecting her?

Ren's fears got the better of her and she ran around their clearing calling out to Nathan. She stopped at the center of their cove facing the sea that had dropped her and Nathan together. She took one deep breath and cried out as loud and as long as she could to the empty sea and sky: NATHAN!

 

[pneema]

Ren

Ren stood motionless for longer then she thought possible, waiting to hear something, anything. But nothing was all the night gave her.

She could stand it no longer. Nathan was gone. Someone was out in the waters just off the island, they had fired the canon to let someone know they were there. Be they friend or foe, she would rather take her chances with them then to be stuck on a deserted island alone .... with no one to make her feel as Nathan had.

Blindly she walked into the salty water, moving her arms whe she could not longer touch the sandy bottom. With much effort she moved a few inches away from the island.

A wave crashed over her and she lost her sense of up and down. Memories of the night of the hurricane flashed acrossed her mind's eye and she panicked. The riptide pulled her effortlessly below and out to sea ...