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

Jackson murmured and blushed as Sybil tugged at her clothing, trying to hide her own insecurities about this. It was half tempting to simply attack her lover and go for another round of passionate sex. Instead, Jackson helped, lifting arms for her shirt to be removed and stepping out of pants as they were taken off, even dealing with her sword belt and other such accessories ahead of time, so they wouldn't get in the way.

Sun had tanned Jackson's skin, darkening it to a near brown, much as it had lightened her hair into the faded dirty blonde. her nether regions were small, a blessing thanks to health and small hips, and the hair there remained largely untrimmed, its color matching that upon the girl's head. Nervous, Jackson had begun undoing and fiddling with the braids, again letting down the honey colored waves that nearly reached her. Naked, she felt defenseless, on display, and more than a little frightened. In her mind, she was seeing each of her scars. the jagged white across her left side. The small white hole on her leg. A pinkish tear along an arm. You couldn't be a pirate and not bear some of the wounds of it, though Jackson was known to take care of herself and dodge more blows than the average buccaneer.

"Ye supposed tae say somethin'," murmured Jackson. She licked her lips, then looked down, "an' aye, that's as big as they get. Ne'er did develop," she waved her hands at Sybil's chest, "an' the scars are from fights, like I said. An' I'm thin; we don't always eat good, an' hell, could ye say somethin' already?"

Jackson looked about ready to hit Sybil, and she was starting to move her hands as though she wanted to cover her body. One arm curled around to at least cover the worst scar: that jagged white mark on her side.
 
Everything that Jackson spoke of as a flaw only furthered Sybil's affection for her. Her eyes wondered the beautiful woman's body. Admiring not only the exotic beauty the scars provided, but the courage and strength it must have taken to recieve and move past such grievous wounds.

Sybil swallowed as she moved her arms out as if to stop the pirate from covering her body but retracted her arms just as quickly. "It's just that... I've never seen another woman like this before... You're beautiful..." She said, a faint blush rising in her cheeks. Her arms moved into a partially defensive stance as if she feared her compliment was going to earn her a smack from Jackson.
 
Jackson's mouth opened and closed. She stared at Sybil for a few heartbeats, wondering if the other girl was crazy. Jackson wasn't beautiful; she knew it. She saw herself every day. She might have aspects of beauty, sure, but tanned, rough, scarred, muscular women weren't beautiful. Never, ever, ever in her life had anyone called Jackson beautiful before. That word alone made the pirate fall a little in love with the blacksmith's daughter.

"Ye jus' say that because ye tain't ne'er seen yeself or another lass," murmured Jackson. She licked her lips, moving in to lightly kiss Sybil's lips. Like normal, the pirate wasn't going to actually say something, instead counting on the smart girl to pick it up. Thank you; I love you for saying that. Nobody has ever done it before. Instead she berated her lover and gave a light kiss.

Jackson tugged at Sybil's shirt, "Alright, it be my turn to unwrap. I want tae see what a real girl looks like."

Yet Jackson stopped, licking her lips and looking to Sybil for permission. the moment she got it, the pirate would remove the shirt...
 
Sybil was intent on protesting but the look in Jackson's eyes told her that her compliment was accepted. She fell silent instead allowing her to continue. She accepted her kiss, returning it with one of her own, though her face flushed at the feeling of the fabric on her shirt being tugged on.

She hadn't thought that she'd have to do it too. She gave a quiet nod regardless and lifted her arms to make the removal of the shirt an easier process. Her breasts fell from the fabric as the shirt was removed, her nipples growing stiff as the cool air of the room passed over them.
 
The breasts alone were marvelous, perfectly formed. Jackson had the strangest urge to take them into her mouth, one that the pirate resisted.

"Tain't th' firs--" she started, then immediately cut off, knowing that she'd let her mouth run away before her brain had caught up, nearly ruining the moment. Whores were known to put their easy wares on display in some of the seedier places that Jackson had been, and she'd walked in on one or two of her men having a good time before. Yet she had to admit that she found Sybil's breasts to be far, far more appealing. Most likely this had something to do with the woman who bore them.

Reaching down, Jackson grabbed onto Sybil's trousers. within moments, they would be on the floor, and the pirate would be backing up. It was her turn to admire her lover and behold the feminine beauty for herself. Jackson was certain it wouldn't disappoint.
 
Sybil's hands held each other behind her back to resist the urge to cover herself from the view. Her face grew bright red as the pants fell away from her. Her southern regions were as neatly shaved as possible, having had to use a knife to do so. She stepped out of the pants, and pushed them aside with her foot. She bit her lip and turned her gaze away from Jackson. She wanted to plea that she didn't stare, but that was what this was all about in the first place.

She fixed her gaze on the floor, the heat rising in her face from her blush may have been greater than the desire that was flooding her body. Her heart pounded wildly as she inwardly pleaded for the silence to be broken.
 
The womanly body revealed before Jackson was almost mesmerizing. Not just because she found it beautiful, but because of who it belonged to and what she was doing. Sybil looked as uneasy as Jackson had been. Why? The girl was so much more womanly, so beautiful and confident in her womanhood, so unlike Jackson in that respect. Why shy away.

Jackson took a step close, catching Sybil's head in her hand. she tilted the woman so their eyes met. Leaning in, Jackson planted a soft, gentle kiss on her lover's lips, then pressed her forehead against hers, smiling.

"Any man who didn't look on ye an' want ye is a fool," said Jackson. "'course, they'd have tae fight me for th' pleasure o' ye, an' I tain't about tae let them,' she leaned over, kissing Sybil's neck. slowly, she kissed her way down the girl's body. Lips lightly touched the tops of breasts. moved to gently kiss nipples. Circled around the belly button. Danced about the thighs. Lightly touched legs. Then finally, Jackson planted one soft kiss on her lover's nether regions, before kissing her way back up, stopping just short.

"I want ye,' she admitted, her voice catching. Swallow. "Please."
 
Sybil's entire body trembled under the touches and kisses of the pirate captain. A short gasp escaping as she felt a brief kiss against her moistening womanhood. Her eyes growing deep with a mixture of fear and desire. Where was this sudden fear coming from? Perhaps it was the anticipation of what was to come that scared her.

She forced a small smile at the words spoken by her lover. "I'd have to be a cruel woman to deny such a polite request." She said in a weak voice. Her eyes never left Jackson, perhaps so that she could have some form of preparation for what ever was to come.
 
"Good," said the pirate, smiling, 'because it's probably th' last time ye'll e'er hear me be polite."

Jackson's arms circled around Sybil's neck. she had seen the other girl's eyes, knew that she wanted it to. But there was a tint of something else there, a tint of fear that made Jackson wonder. Now they'd seen each other, bared secrets. This would be a much deeper coupling, a portion of the two of them joining together. It was something to be nervous about, especially for two as inexperienced as they.

The pirate stowed away her nerves. she'd faced cannon fire before; seen men die. She could handle seducing a woman. Her hands threaded into Sybil's hair, and she pulled the other woman close. Gently their lips touched, featherlight at first, till Jackson allowed herself to get warmer and warmer. her skin tingled, as though reminding her that they were standing nude in her cabin. it made her smile around the kisses, laughing softly as her lips slid off.

Her hands went to Sybil's hips, gently squeezing them. Now that she had her lover fully naked, Jackson didn't know what to do. she felt like a child in a toy store. Everywhere she looked there was something new she wanted to play with, and she simply didn't know where to start. kissing seemed like a good idea though, so Jackson moved in for a better taste of Sybil's lips.
 
Sybil was far too nervous to take initiative. Jackson seemed to have things under control however, having taken little time to decide her actions. She enjoyed the slow passion that was brought about by their lips meeting, she felt her entire body shiver as her hands gently wrapped around the woman's waist to pull her close.

The feeling of their bare flesh meeting was a different sensation than it had been the night before. It was something magical. She raised one hand to rest on the side of the beautiful Jackson's face. As their lips parted, even momentarily, a gasp fled from her lips followed by an uneasy breath. She looked back at Jackson's eyes her lips seeking her's once more, even if only for a moment.
 
when her bare flesh touched Sybil's, Jackson nearly gasped. It did feel different, more powerful, more meaningful, than it had before. The pirate nearly stopped for a moment, simply reveling in the skin on skin feeling. Her hand gently rubbed Sybil's side, feeling the curve of her, the softness. It moved around, so that Jackson was placing a gentle hand upon Sybil's stomach. The pirate knew what areas you were supposed to pay attention to as a lover, but didn't want to simply skip about.

Another kiss, this one gentle and plying, a little more forceful. Jackson let her tongue tentatively sneak out, gently prodding Sybil's mouth as though to ask permission for that. A hand slid around, grabbing Sybil's pert rear and dragging the woman closer. Their bodies practically mashing into one another, and Jackson kissed her lover once more. When she pulled back for air, Jackson's eyes were shining, her breath coming fast, and a flush had already started to come over her face.

"Ye feel amazin'," said the pirate. Her hand moved again, gently caressing Sybil's side. Jackson would never get enough of feeling that soft curve beneath her hands. That quick pulse. Knowing that she had brought this beautiful woman some excitement.
 
She moved backwards a step so that the wall was at her back, with Jackson at her front. Her eyes practically sparkled with admiration for Jackson's soft touches. "You sure know how to make a girl feel special..." She said leaning forward, her mout placing a small kiss on her neck.

Her hand fell from her face, wrapping loosely around her waist. Her other moved to Jackson's thigh, gently caressing this flesh located there. She trailed more kisses along Jackson's neck, and along her collar to her shoulder.
 
"ye are special," muttered Jackson. she let out a small sigh, her neck lolling back as she felt her lover's gentle kiss upon her neck. They were soon followed with more, trailing down to the captain's bare shoulder. Each touch of Sybil's lips felt divine, almost sinfully pleasant to the captain, and she nearly shuddered at the suppressed feeling within her.

her own hands weren't idle either. Trained fingers roamed, seeking out tender spots and gently feeling out her lover, learning her curves and her most secret areas. The pirate's hands circled, moving toward Sybil's thighs. Fingers drew large, lazy circles on that tender flesh, gradually moving closer and closer to the heat between Sybil's legs. If she were as hot as Jackson herself was getting, the two women would soon start a blaze.

"Ye be magnificent," whispered Jackson. her eyes closed, letting her fingers better feel the beauty beneath them. the loving kisses, the softness, Sybil herself. it was all coming together into a picture more wonderful than the piratess had imagined. her own heat was growing, a pulsing need forming itself, centered between her legs.
 
Sybil slowly raised her leg between Jackson's, applying a soft pressure to the moistening folds located there. Her hand moved from Jackson's thigh, finding home on her breast, softly kneading the soft mound. "Your warmth is intoxicating..." She whispred in her ear before nipping at her lobe, her tongue flicking it before pulling away with a gentle tug.

Slowly she returned to the act of trailing kisses along the woman's neck, nipping playfully at her lower neck from time to time. Her fingers parted slightly to allow the pirate's nipple to escape between them, only to close upon it, pinching it lightly.
 
the leg upon Jackson's sex felt familiar, but drew a shudder from the girl nonetheless. Her own hand went down, wanting to stoke her lover's fire with her fingers. Touching Sybil's heat felt magnificent, the want there seeming to nearly ignite Jackson's fingers. A hand went to the pirate's breast, and she shuddered once more. It felt so good to have those small mounds touched and played with, and for a moment, Jackson was almost willing to give over to it.

her hands spread, moving wide and dancing lightly across Sybil's nether regions. they found the heat, sliding inside to seek out better access. just when Jackson thought she had the upper hand, a nipple went between fingers. the pirate stiffened, a sharp, decidedly feminine yelp escaping her lips. the girl blushed, biting her lips harshly and turning her heated eyes upon Sybil.

"I think I like that,' she murmured. Slightly embarrassed, she coughed and tried to shift getting to a position where she could at least partially return the favor.
 
Though Jackson may not have realized it, the finger that penetrated the moistened folds of the young woman had more than returned the favor. A heated moan resounded as a pleasure unlike any other she had experienced sent bolts of desire throughout her body. She leaned back against the wall, her back arching slightly at the sensation. She could never have imagined it would have felt so good.

Her hips slowly moved, trying to force the finger to do more than remain stationary. "D-don't stop..." She moaned quietly, resting her head on the shoulder of the woman whose attention she so desperately craved. "It feels so good..."
 
Jackson realized that she'd done well. Sybil had moaned, and it had been so hot that Jackson jerked her head up. Her fingers had jerked out in surprise, and it took her actually looking at her lover to realize what was going on. Of course that had felt good. That's what you did, right? It had been good before too. Now Sybil was leaning against the wall, a flush coming over her body, and her hips were moving. Jackson's hands naturally returned, her finger sliding back inside.

"Alright, I'll try," agreed the pirate. she swallowed, and moved her finger slowly in and out of Sybil's hot sex. The warm wet of it felt wonderful to Jackson, and her entire attention had become wholly focused on one thing and one thing alone: Sybil's pleasure. The poor pirate didn't know what to do to bring about great pleasure though, so the finger at first did little more than move back and forth for a few minutes.

Then, Jackson thought to curl it gently, moving around as if to feel out Sybil's insides. She looked to her lover, wanting to see a reaction upon that beautiful face and know that she was doing well.
 
It was already getting a strong reaction when she was only being fingered. As soon as Jackson's finger did more than simply move back and forth, Sybil's legs nearly gave out beneath her. The intense pleasure left her breathless. Though her lips parted to make a noise, none escaped aside from a gasping for air. After a few moments of silence a small cry could be heard.

She leaned forward, using the pirate for support. One arm wrapped around the woman's neck, where as her head remained on her shoulder. Her free hand, though trembling, sought out Jackson's own center of heat.
 
The heat pulsating against Jackson's fingers nearly made the pirate captain gasp in surprise. Scorching, such intensity. And Sybil had become so overwhelmed by the sensations that she'd gone completely noiseless for several heartbeats. Slightly worried, Jackson had continued moving but studied her lover all the more closely. At the slight sound ,she knew that she'd done well.

Jackson could feel Sybil leaning on her, and she spread her legs to better brace herself. This also meant that Sybil's hand had better access to Jackson's core. As that shaking hand connected, Jackson let out a pleased gasp of surprise. Her own hips jerked slightly, moving toward the hands, and she had to bite her lip to suppress her noises. She nearly cursed, frustrated at not being able to shout or moan like her lover.

Her hand started moving a little quicker, her frustrations increasing her speed and fervor. Still, Jackson kept a close eye on Sybil, watching and reaching to her lover's needs and wants.
 
Sybil almost began to feel guilty for enjoying the pleasure she was experiencing. She could see how conflicted Jackson had become and she could feel and see her irritation in her body language and movement. She looked upon the pirate with almost sadness in her eyes. She resolved right then and there, that when they made port their first night would be all about Jackson. She would make sure to give her the night of a lifetime.

She was jerked from her thoughts by the increasing intensity of Jackson's finger. She returned her back to the wooden wall, her hips bucking slightly with the attention she was being shown. She, inturn slowed her own finger to make it easy for Jackson to keep quiet, though it may not feel or seem like an attempt to be helpful to her.
 
The captainess was desperately trying to ignore her own frustration, knowing that she could still enjoy herself, even if she had to focus on keeping quite. More importantly, she could help Sybil, make certain that her lover experienced joy. It would be increasingly difficult as the night stretched, especially with Sybil's own insistence.

Still, Jackson shifted so that one hand was helping Sybil with support, the other moving about skillfully inside those folds. The pirate's breaths were still coming in short, ragged gasps, her senses swimming with feelings of arousal. But her finger moved about within her lover. It curled, forming a hook as Jackson tried to move it about, feeling out her lover. Learning her. The finger would move again, wiggling inside. Then start to slide, slowly but surely, the rocking motions seeming to move in time with Sybil's own thrusts.

Jackson nearly groaned as the finger within her slowed. It helped her focus, to be certain. Much easier to hold back moans when they were slower in being built. But the frustration took root, seeming to cause a near ache in Jackson's stomach. The pirate was still biting her lip, attempting to hold in her feelings and frustration. Desperate, she lunged for Sybil, kissing her harder than ever. Her lips bit at Sybil's. Slightly harder, almost enough to draw blood. Jackson tried to slow, instead leaning her forehead against her lover and breathing deep. So difficult. So necessary. So frustrating.
 
Sybil's eyes widened greatly as she felt a bolt of pain shoot through her lip. She knew it wasn't as though Jackson was intentionally trying to hurt her, but it was the outcome. She tried to pull away at first, but she was pinned to the wall at this point. Regardless she returned the kiss, clenching her eyes shut under the mixing pleasure and pain.

When she finally managed to pull away, a sharp moan escaped her lips. She could see that her attempt to help make the situation better for Jackson had rather made it worse. "I... I'm sorry..." She moaned quietly. As though she was taking the bitten lip as punishment. She could feel her orgasm fast approaching from the continued increase of intensity from Jackson's finger. Her insides clenched tightly around Jackson's finger as her pleasure spiked. She was certainly feeling guilty now. What was turning into her most amazing sexual experience was also apparantly becoming Jackson's most irritating.

She pulled Jackson close as she pressed her lips against her's tightly. She knew one way to suppress the noise. Her tongue quickly an eagerly forced it's way into Jackson's mouth. Her finger, plunged in deeper and began to move with a greater intensity. It would be awfully difficult to sound like a woman if you were locked in a kiss.
 
Dimly Jackson was aware that she was hurting her lover, and it tore at her heart. If only there was some other way of containing the rampaging desire within her. Some way of managing it. But the panting pirate simply couldn't think straight, couldn't deduce a way of managing pleasure without discovery. That frustration was nearly as bad as the sexual one, and perhaps it encouraged the pirate's efforts in pleasuring her lover.

"Not ye fault,' muttered the pirate. Her voice sounded rough and hoarse, nearly as manly as it had when she bellowed orders.

Insides clenched around Jackson's finger, and she could tell that her lover's pleasure was increasing. She tried to wiggle and increase her movements, hoping to finish off Sybil in the most pleasing way possible. Jackson had just thought of something new when she felt lips attacking her own. the girl's stormy eyes went wide and she moaned into the contact. The sound came out muffled, and realization dawned upon the pirate. It hardly mattered though, for all thought left Jackson as suddenly as it came.

The intensity of the finger onslaught sliding into her throbbing sex was far too much for the pirate. Her eyes flew wider yet and she moaned loudly into her lover's mouth. Lunging forward, Jackson attempted to fully smother her mouth with Sybil's, and the moans that escaped were loud, if muffled. Her body started jerking rapidly, moving and grinding against Sybil's. the motions inadvertently pushed their hips together, nearly shoving both hands inside opposite sexes. Jackson swallowed a deep moan as she arched sharply.

She was cumming. Orgasming at her lover's touch and entering a state of bliss hitherto unknown to her.
 
Her eyes widened suddenly as she felt something significantly larger than her finger attempt to gain access to her moistened sex. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as the sudden wave of pleasure came over her, her hips bucking violently against the presence of the pirate's fingers.

Her orgasm came and it hit her hard. Her free arm wrapped around jackson's neck to hold her close as her body twitched and with each wave of the powerful climax. Her grip on her lover loosened as her legs finally gave out. She fell to the ground, her own hand slipping from Jackson's core with ease. She remained on her knees, panting and gasping as if she'd just been punched in the stomach. Her head was in a daze, the room seemingly spinning. She clawed at the floor absently for a second as if she hoped it would stop the near motion sickness she was experiencing.

She closed her eyes, shaking her head as her sexual high began to subside. "That was the greatest feeling ever." Her entire body tingled with the residual sexual energy. She held her head with her dry hand, the other was still drenched in her lover's juices. She looked down at her hand, panting heavily as she did so. It was apparant that they had released a significanly larger sum than they had the night before.
 
Jackson was certain her own joy and orgasm had been increased by holding the twitching, cumming body of her lover. Watching that joy and rapture in Sybil's eyes had been nearly as thrilling as experiencing for herself. Yet the pirate had, and felt the weakness that came from such a thing. her stomach hurt, nearly aching, and her sex throbbed. Muscles hitherto unused had done more work than they were likely to for some time, and the euphoria that Jackson felt was all that dimmed that dull ache. Yet she still tingled, the energy not having left.

By sheer force of will the pirate had kept on her feet. But she wobbled as she attempted to move, and felt her bare hand touch something wet on the floor. Looking down, she saw that they had indeed released more than previously. not enough to be obscene, but certainly enough to be noticed.

"goin' ta be fun ta clean tha' mess up," joked the exhausted pirate. she chuckled, before sighing, sinking to her knees finally. Leaning forward, Jackson used Sybil for support, her eyes closing.

"I don't think I be feelin' any better," agreed the pirate. she moved to nuzzle then kiss her lover, grinning. "An' thank ye fir ye quick thinkin' earlier. I swear, when we be touchin' ground the first thing I be doin' is takin' ye to a tavern. I want," she swallowed. exhaustion was making speaking her fantasy difficult, so she settled for wrapping tired limbs about her lover, pulling close. It was only then that she became aware of her own wet hand. Curious, she studied it, wondering what one should do with such a thing.
 
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