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The Captain(ess)'s Girl {skeith & Fate}

By now, it had become quite obvious that the two women were going to learn from one another, letting their passion guide their coupling for the most part. Jackson continued to kiss her lover, tongue warring with the other. still, passionate noises were leaking from her, as the pirate couldn't quite hold back her feelings. She'd never felt like this before, so alive. Her body tingled, and waves of pleasure were starting to mount. A great pressure had formed near her loins, building as she was able to grind against the soft hardness of Sybil's thigh.

"Sybil," breathed the captain between kisses. One hand was upon the woman's breast, feeling the heat from there. Fingers had sought out the nipple, but they seemed content to hold more than anything. Jackson's kiss built even further in fervor, till she was nearly devouring the girl beneath her. Her hips arched, that pressure building intensely, causing flashes within her field of vision. It could be from lack of air, as Jackson only managed to make noises and kiss with her mouth, instead of breathing like a normal person.
 
By this point Sybil had come to understand the source of their pleasure. She wrapped her arms around Jackson's waist and rolled them over so that she was on top. She broke away from her kiss before sitting up so that she was straddling her. She looked down at the beautiful woman's body, a faint mischievious smile on her face. "I... I want to try something..."

She readjusted herself so that their legs intersected themselves their womanhoods meeting in a kiss nearly as passionate as the one they had been sharing only moments before. The contact made her throw her head back in pleasure. Her arms were placed behind her for the sake of bracing herself while she pressed against and grinded against the captain.
 
Jackson frowned as she was moved, not liking losing control, even if it was to Sybil and only for a moment. Worse, the other girl had pulled away, and the heat in Jackson's body yearned for the heat in the other girl. The shifting did let Jackson see the beauty she was claiming for her own, the pale skin stretched out for her, that mischievous smile looking quite fetching. Naturally the pirate had to return the expression with a roguish one of her own, tossing her hair so it wouldn't get in the way.

The moment her womanhood connected with Sybil's, Jackson groaned. Her head lolled back, waves of hair cascading behind her. The touch had felt electric, Sybil's heat pressing against her own in a sinfully erotic dance. Immediately the pirate's body jerked, as if it had a will of its own. She ground her lower half against Sybil's, their sexes intermingling, the heat causing the previously there fire to blaze.

Jackson reached for one of Sybil's hands, interlacing their fingers. the pirate continued to grind against her lover as they moved, though she smiled, and managed, "Ye do have some great ideas, lass," before moaning once more. the pirate clutched at the sheets beneath her, before nearly slamming her body against her lover's, jerking.

Lust lit eyes flared as they sought a matching pair, a smile again lighting lips. "can ye feel it?" gasped Jackson. "Th' fire inside ye, that pressure, oooh," she shuddered, slipping slightly. Her mind was spiraling at the edge, just waiting to tumble over. As much as Jackson didn't want to go without taking Sybil with her, she wasn't sure how much longer she could stand.
 
Sybil moaned heavily as she felt her climax approach. Her hand tightened around Jackson's as she increased the intensity of her movements. "Something's happening!" She moaned out loudly as she looked down at where their bodies were linked. "Hmmm... So good..." She mumbled as her mind was entering a haze. She could tell by the look on Jackson's face that she must have been close as well.

The rising heat and passion caused her back to arch significantly further than before, displaying the woman's flexibility. "I... I can't hold it any longer... Captain!" She moaned loudly, undoubtedly it would be abundantly clear to the crew on duty what the two of them were up to. Sybil was incapable of silencing the intensity of her cries. "Here it comes!" She cried finally letting go, the intense wave of pleasure that filled her body at the moment of climax caused a cry greater than any prior to flee from her lips.
 
The feelings swirled about within Jackson, overtaking and overwhelming her. She clutched at Sybil as though the other girl were an anchor in this reality, a port in the storm that Jackson had become. Those passions and delights had filled up Jackson, and now they threatened to run over, spilling outward.

"Aye!" cried the pirate, clutching tightly at her bucking lover. She writhed against Sybil, groaning. At the last moment, Jackson remembered, and flung her open hand over her own mouth. The moans that escaped from her were much lower, and smothered, distorted by the hand about them. But there was no hiding their meaning.

As the pleasure mounted, causing Jackson to arch and writhe herself, the pirate felt her control slipping. Soon, she feared, she wouldn't be able to contain her own cries of joy. Desperate, she used her hand to pull Sybil close, counting on her superior strength. Her lips smothered her lovers in a half kiss, half attempt at closing off her own sounds. Thus clinging, Jackson rode out her own waves of pleasure, her body arching and writhing against her lover's, until she collapsed against her, panting heavily.
 
Sybil's body fell limp beneath the weight of the captain. Her body shook with the residual energy from the tremendous climax. Her arms wrapped loosely around Jackson's bare torso. She closed her eyes as her free hand moved to Jackson's head holding it loosely as she burried her face in her hair, taking in her wonderful scent.

"I never could've imagined..." She mumbled incoherently as she gently stroked Jackson's hair, her other hand gently rubbing her lower back. "That was amazing..." She panted heavily as she allowed her head to fall back against the matress.
 
Jackson took some time coming down from her orgasmic haze, her mind and vision spinning. She'd slept with someone, lost her virginity in a screaming, fiery fit of passion. It had felt far, far better than she'd ever expected, and had left her entire body tingling in quite a pleasant way. Better yet, she could feel the heat from the woman who's limbs were still tangled within her own. The pirate shifted so she was curled protectively about her lover, smiling as she breathed in the heady scent.

"Amazin' tain't th' half o' it, lass," said Jackson. Her hand drifted down, drawing lazy circles on Sybil's stomach. "If'n I had known that sex was so damn good, I would've done it sooner," she moved to nuzzle her lover, lightly kissing her neck again. This time, it was clearly a sign of affection as opposed to passion, as if her cuddling against the other girl wasn't enough.

"Don't think I"m ever gonna let ye leave m'ship," said Jackson. "Ye too damn good an' beautiful," she kissed the neck again, "'sides, ye mine now, in th' Biblical sense."

As if to remind Sybil of their state, Jackson lightly reached up to touch her breast, grinning all the while.
 
Sybil leaned into Jackson's gentle caress. Enjoying the protective hold she had over her. "I suppose I can't argue with that..." She said quietly. Her hand rose to brush off, Jackson's hand when she felt contact at her breast again. She offered a mock glare before rolling over to face the pirate captain. "I can't honestly say I want to go home after something like that." She rested her hand on the back of Jackson's. Her emerald gaze sliding closed.

A small yawn escaped her lips as she adjusted slightly on the bed. It wouldn't be more than a few moments before sleep overtook her. Just before passing out entirely she managed to mumble, "But I'm nobody's property..."
 
Jackson was smiling as she pulled the girl close, running her hands through her and possessively clinging. the rowdy pirate clearly had enough in her for a second round, but as her hand was smacked away, she stopped. No need to rush things; wasn't as though either of them was going anywhere any time soon. Besides, hearing Sybil admit to liking it made Jackson's cocky grin return, the pirate's fervor returning.

but if she was disappointed at finding her lover drifting off, Jackson didn't show it. Instead, she lightly kissed the girl once more, smiling, 'Ye be mine, an' I be yours," she explained to the sleeping form. Then, curling against her, Jackson lay. each breath brought in the wonderful smell of Sybil, now a mixture of bathing oils and the girl's own unique aroma. Jackson made certain to curl into the other, holding her close and entwining their limbs. surely there would be problems, but for now, they could drift off into a deep, easy sleep.
 
When morning came, Sybil offered a disgruntled groan as the sunbeams struck her face again. If this was going to become a regular thing she was going to be quite irritated. She looked over to find the naked form of the sleeping captain. The memory of the night before came to her and made both a blush and a smile come to her face. She placed a small kiss on her cheek before climbing out from under the covers.

Rather than dawning another dress, she delved into the captain's clothing to find more appropriate clothing for life at sea. She pulled an extra pair of trousers and a shirt from the dresser and dressed quickly. Pants sure felt wierd for her, having lived in a society when women weren't supposed to wear them. But she appreciated being able to move about without tripping over herself.

She looked back to where the captain was laying before walking across the room and pulling the blinds around the window tighter so that she could sleep in if she so desired. It was then that she decided to exit the captain's cabin. She was greeted once again by the cheering of the crew, though she was less offended by it this time. She quickly gave an order for the crew to go about their regular duties lest they deal with both a grumpy and angry captain. She then found herself near the bow of the ship enjoying the sea breeze. "Yo ho, yo ho... A pirate's life for me..." She sang quietly.
 
The exhausted Jackson slept deeply and soundly as ever. even without Sybil there, the pirate was tangled up in something, this time, sheets. The girl had wrapped them about herself, nearly cocooning. Truly, she would rather be a tangle of limbs with her new lover, but there didn't seem to be much choice there.

Smitty, the first mate, noticed the look and the expression upon the girl who exited. The blacksmith's daughter seemed newer, stronger somehow and more confident. The man grunted and smiled, rubbing at his chin as he watched her move, taking some time to admire her fine form. It was quite evident what had happened last night, or at least what had happened to Sybil. The crew were already astir, remembering the shouts of pleasure they'd heard from the cabin. "it had sounded like a banshee!" "Like a dyin' mermaid!" "Th' cap'n has a talent fir th' lasses, 'e does!"

Yet Smitty approached the bow, where he found the lass standing. he pretended to be playing around with the ropes and checking them, but his words had one direction.

"Ye smell nice," he started with. Grinning, he tied a few notes. "an' ye practically glow. Sampled the cap'n's treasures? Or did ye just let 'im lick ye jewel?"

Smitty looked askance. He'd heard the voice last night, and had also thought he'd heard a short yelp that was slightly deeper than Sybil's. He sincerely hoped that what he thought happened happened, but he needed confirmation, needed it desperately.
 
She blushed a bit at Smitty's words but disguised it with her usual tongue in cheek attitude. "What me and the Captain do behind that door is strictly our business." She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "But if you absolutely must now, the Captain is a very talented man." She turned her attention back to the sea, breathing in the air deeply.

She turned her gaze back towards the captain's cabin as a small sigh escaped her lips. Her first time was every bit as special as she could have hoped. Even if it required that she be kidnapped by a cross-dressing pirate first. She leaned back against the railing, her fingers drumming on the wood.
 
Sybil's witty comeback made the salty sailor snort, shaking his head. If this was the lass that his girl had picked... he wasn't sure who to feel sorry for. Jackson had a wit about her, but it rarely seemed to enter into her tongue. The girl could certainly handle herself though. Smitty paused to study the blacksmith's daughter that leaned on the railing.

"Don't let 'er boss ye too much," he said, snorting. "swear, m' wife has less cockiness than our cap'n. Probably less energy in th' bleedin' bed too," the mate leaned over, the next a conspiratorial whisper, "ye might want tae learn tae moan a little more like 'er, in case ye decide tae get as vocal as ye two got last night."

"Smitty!" the words came from the captain herself, who had practically swaggered out of her cabin. her hair was done up in her braids, and she wore full pirate captain's regalia, looking like quite the dashing figure. her smile was a cheeky one as well, and she certainly wasn't even trying to be coy, accepting congratulations as she went. "Leave m' lass alone an' stop fillin' her 'ead with rubbish. We've things to talk about, her an' I. An' ye've work tae pretend to do."

With that, Jackson waved Smitty off, leaving the two lovers alone again.
 
Sybil's eyes widened when Smitty spoke in her ear. He knew... How long? Could he be trusted with that knowledge? The sound of the captain's voice brought a cocky smirk to her lips when she saw Smitty waved off. She walked over to where she stood, the smirk fading after a few moments. "We do?" She asked as she observed the captain's face.

"I haven't done anything wrong already have I? Because I'm more than ready to hash it right back if I have to." She said in her usual defiant tone. Her arms folding across her chest as she leaned back against the railing. She looked down at the fact that she was wearing the captain's clothing and then back to the captain. "Except for that. I've got no defense for that."
 
Jackson's brow furrowed, "How th' hell would I know? Ain't been awake for more than fifteen minutes or so, an' ten o' that was doin' up me hair," the girl waved a hand at the intricate braids and snorted. She folded her own arms, studying her lover carefully. Why was it that Jackson's clothing looked so much better on Sybil? For a moment, the pirate was slightly jealous, but then she realized that the very person she was jealous of would be sharing her bed tonight. And tomorrow night. And every night until they hit port, at the least.

"Ye looked better in th' dresses," insisted Jackson. She smiled anyway as she leaned against the railing at the edge of the ship. "'sides, one o' us gets tae at least look like a girl, aye?"

She winked, then shifted, looking out into the sea. On normal days like this, there was only so much work you could actually do. It was mostly a matter of keeping on course and waiting. What was the old adage? days of boredom for minutes of action. Well, at least Jackson knew her nights would be busy. AT least, she hoped they would. She looked over at her lover, slightly nervous now.
 
Sybil did little more than smirk at the Captain's words. She could see a change in the captain's face, causing her eyes to narrow with concern. She quickly slipped her arm under the captain's leaning her head on her shoulder as she watched the sea. There definitely wasn't much to do. She could see that she would be spending a great deal of time aboard the ship bored.

She gave a gentle kiss at the captain's neck before looking up at her with mild concern. "What's got you vexed?" She asked after a moment. "After last night I thought I'd be spending the morning smacking a grin off of your face." She joked with a small chuckle.
 
It felt nice to hold Sybil like this, though Jackson wasn't certain how much affection she should show publicly. Obviously the whole crew knew they were lovers, though they'd thought that before they'd actually become as such. Still, Jackson wrapped her arm around the girl. Feeling a bit cheeky, she reached down and gave Sybil's pert rear a little squeeze.

"who said ye won't be?" she drawled. Jackson laughed, and gave her lover a hug, "I suppose I'm jus' bein' a lass, worryin' about m'lover growin' cold the next night. Well, that an' I'm wonderin' if I twas as good in bed as ye. Then again," Jackson got a dreamy look on her face, "ye twere the one screamin' ye joy tae th' heavens. Pretty sure th' whole ship had sweet dreams."

Jackson chuckled. It made her feel oddly proud, knowing that her lover was the one causing all the men to have pleasant dreams. She did notice a handful of them looking at Sybil with a little more lust and consideration, but Jackson didn't expect much to come from it. They liked her, mostly. and it wasn't that far off from the nearest port, no more than a week or so now, at the longest.
 
Sybil blushed a bit, looking about as she did so. "You're just teasing me now..." She quipped, a rough elbow to the captain's waist to follow. "That's not fair, it was your first time too." She said as she placed her free hand on her hip. The glare in her eyes faded at the sight of her grin, her own smile emerging after a few moments. "I'm going to have to get used to your sense of humor as well as the awefully public celebration of sex around here."

She turned her gaze back to the crew for a moment. "Speaking of getting used to life around here..." She said as she gave the captain's sword a brief tap. "When do I get one of these?" She asked with a slightly mischievious smirk, not too far off from the one she gave the night before.
 
"Aye, twas," agreed Jackson, grinning. "But I tain't th' one shoutin' 'er joy tae th' heavens."

Mostly because she couldn't. Jackson didn't want to think about what would have happened had her men heard two women's voices coming from the cabin that night. that was one peril that she hadn't figured on encountering, especially with her recent charade. Most of the men were looking at her with something like pride and respect now, simply because she'd taken a beautiful girl to her bed.

"It's a pirate thing," said Jackson. She chuckled. "Don't worry; they'll get bored o' it eventually. Jus' be careful ye don't tease any o' them th' wrong way about it. When we're gettin' sex every night an' they're not, well, can make a man edgy."

Jackson's eyebrows raised as she realized that Sybil tapped her sword. Chuckling, the captain took the hand, kissing it lightly. "Ye remember what i said about ye bein' able tae get off at next point? If'n ye still on the ship, an' in me bed, after tha', then we'll have tae induct thee intae th' crew properlike. Proper crew get weapons," explained Jackson.

She lowered the hand, looking toward the ocean again. She fervently hoped that Sybil would stay, but nothing was certain. Maybe it was just a nervous, virgin thing...
 
Sybil gave an almost childish huff of disappointment at the explanation she was given. At the same time, she understood the logic. She leaned back into the captain's arms as she returned her eyes to the sea. "What's a girl to do in the meantime?" She asked in a restless voice. "Aside from keeping your blade sharp and your bed warm." She quickly added.

She turned her attention back to the ship after a while. The crew shuffled about their duties as usual, occasionally she recieved an unwanted glance or wink but she shrugged it off just as quickly. Atleast it was clear to the men aboard the ship that she was off limits.
 
Jackson wound her arms around her lover, nuzzling her and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. Unfortunately, the girl couldn't be as affectionate as she really wanted to be, not in front of the men. So, sighing, Jackson let her hands fall so it looked like she was about to start molesting Sybil, or had recently done so.

"Ye don't think those are enough?" asked Jackson. She chuckled, "Ye can learn th' charts an' records an' such. Some o' the work I have tae do. An' ye can help Smitty out. He's always complainin' about everythin'; give him somethin' new tae whine about."

Thankfully, Jackson hadn't noticed the looks, near leers, that some of her men were being. One or two didn't seem to be all that shy about showing their admiration for the girl in the captain's arms, including an infamously amorous Spaniard. While he thought Jackson wasn't looking, he made a rather obscene gesture involving his crotch and hand, before grinning in what he really thought was a charming manner.
 
She shook her head and looked away from the crew, content to stare instead at her new found lover. "I could do that." She smiled, giving the pirate captain's well concealed breast a rub. "If I'm helping to shorten your workload than there'll be more time for this kind of thing."

She turned with a satisfied smile on her face before walking off towards the galley. "I'm going to go make sure they're fixing some sort of breakfast." She gave a brief wave before disappearing into the galley.
 
For once, Jackson was caught completely off guard. The pirate captain hissed and straightened as she found her breast toyed with. A blush had quickly risen, and the captain had to chew her cheek to momentarily hide her arousal. The night had reminded her of how good her woman parts felt, and Sybil had just reminded her that those woman parts, while hidden, never truly went away. Besides, the comment was so sex-laden that it nearly had Jackson grabbing Sybil and pulling her into the cabin.

Instead, the captain turned to watch the girl walk toward the galley, calling to her retreating form, "Later, ye vixen! an' we'll see if I can make ye scream louder yet!"

The crew chuckled, but Jackson just smiled, feeling like she scored something of a hit there. something told her that Sybil would probably return the volley at some point, but that was already becoming a fun part of their relationships. Teasing down, Jackson started her patrol of the ship, double-checking to make sure everything was in order, and that everyone was going to behave herself. Nearly every crewmate had a suggestion or three for the captain.

So did the men in the galley. They all seemed to have hints for Sybil, as if they were quite concerned with the captain's lovelife. Probably wasn't enough to talk about, really.
 
A blush formed on Sybil's cheeks as she listened to the men on the galley. "You really are a pack of sex crazed mongrels..." She scoffed before waving it off just as quickly. "Much like I told the first mate, what me and the captain do in the cabin is our own business." She took a seat at the table before drumming her fingers on the wood for a moment. What to do... What to do...

She quickly rose from her seat before walking over to where the men in the galley were working. "Off with ya." She said waving them off towards the galley exit. "I'm going to fix something." She said as she continued to try to shoo them away. "Tell the captain I ordered you if you have to." She said before pulling an apron on and turning to face the cooking utensils and ingredients. She tapped her chin in thought as she attempted to concoct some form of sensible and tasteful recipe rather than the kind of foods regularly prepared for the crew. If she was going to be living here, than she'd have to bring a little bit of class with her.
 
While Jackson was busy giving orders, the crew was busy doing what pirate crews do, for the most part. The nosy cabin boy had decided that it was his duty to follow Sybil everywhere he could now, when he wasn't doing chores. This wasn't just because he had a rampaging crush on the pretty blacksmith's daughter, nope. It was definitely because he wanted to make sure she wasn't going to pull one over on the captain. So he sat nearby, with the ship's cook, watching the girl work. Both would respond to orders, the boy more quickly than the cook.

eventually, what we're going to assume is a delicious smell started wafting throughout the boat. The crew, used to the cooks hearty, if uninspired crew, was utterly surprised, and more than a little worried. the last time the cook had experimented had been after a raid near the Indian coast, and several men had been nearly spitting fire for weeks. Naturally, it was Jackson's job to head down.

The pirate captain came in as bustling and blustery as ever, only to stop midsentence when she saw her lover with the apron on, apparently cooking.

"Miss Hatchet wanted to cook somethin' nice fir us!' chirped the cabin boy.

"I can see that," said Jackson. She sounded a little more reserved, nervously eying Sybil. "Since when are ye domesiticated?"
 
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