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Girls Can't Be Pirates {TortoiseShell & Fate}

[ It was french. xD ]


The girl laughed quietly when she was lifted off the ground with surprising ease and carried over to the door. As much as she would have enjoyed being with him with the door wide open she knew that he would have a hard time preventing mutiny if somebody ever stumbled upon them. After all, sleeping with a captive pirate captain, especially one as important to the Navy as her would not only destroy their pride but also cost the two of them their heads.

"Oh my, looks like you really don't want to let your captive go," she whispered with a smile, leaning forth to kiss him again while he shut the door. She noticed the grin on his face, yet he had no idea how hard it was to be in her boots - both figuratively and litteraly. Wearing the heavy things only to look even the slightest bit like an intimidating man was quite annoying. Of course she was intimidating without them as a woman - her eyes never managed to fully smile with her, keeping that cool air of orbs that saw things and that were untouched by emotions.

"Yes, I believe we were," she nodded with a falsely serious expression, nothing but a hint of mischief in her gaze. She leaned into the next kiss, her palms hovering up over his back, never quite touching him yet their presence was palpable. Soon she reached his shoulders and her hands moved south toward the buttons of his shirt. Now that nobody risked entering the cabin and surprising them she felt it was time to push things further, although while she would never admit it she could spend the brief rest of her life doing merely what they had done thus far.

Nevertheless, her nimble fingers worked on his buttons, hastily undoing them. "Now, my dearest, is this really what you should be doing with your naughty pirate?" She murmured in a taunting tone, murmuring the words between kisses. Her tongue hurriedly made its way into his mouth, caressing his lower lip before pushing further.
 
{so Reese is a bit dense... <.< }

No, he certainly didn't want to let her go anytime soon. Holding her in his arms felt far too good to be ended. Indeed, that she was his captive had nearly left the good captain's mind, until she herself had voiced exactly that. It brought a bit of reality creeping just on the edges of his perception, to be quickly shoved aside. Reality could stand outside the locked door. It could wait until they were quite finished here.

More kisses, those delightfully sweet contacts. Just brushing along, the sweet flesh sliding across flesh. Her hands were hovering near him, near enough that he could feel them, sense them. His own went to hold her, cup her. The fingers drew along, searching for buttons and cords to undo. Things were ready to move forward. They were certainly ready to move forward. The swelling desire flowered within Reese, stoked even further by the touches and kisses. And more flirtations words.

"Probably not," admitted Reese. Her fingers were moving along his buttons, relieving him of the tight confines of his restrictive clothing. Yes, to be free of them would be a pleasurable experience. His own hands questing for the buttons himself, searching mostly along her shirt. To remove those and view that which lay beneath would be simply delightful, much more what Reese himself wanted.

"I highly doubt it's what a rebellious pirate should do with an upright captain either," he drawled. Further comments and conversation was dampened greatly by yet more kissing. Desiree's delightfully dexterous tongue came into play as well, caressing his lip. The captain barely suppressed a moan of desire, his own muscle moving out to flit and play with hers. Deeper expressions, further lust, anything to have this woman and to further stoke the fires already building within.
 
[[ Awh. <3 He's great. ]]

“So very true. Yet you are the only thing I want more than my freedom right now,” she whispered in the spur of the moment, ending any attempt to communicate with him. The entire thing was still hazy in her mind clouded by lust and desire. That day had been out of ordinary even for someone like her. Life of piracy offered many unpredictable events on a daily basis, preparing her to be prepared for the unforeseen. This, however, was beyond her imagination. Instead of being locked in a dungeon she was in those strong, warm arms, so soft with her despite her profession.

As her soft fingertips grazed his bared chest while working on his buttons she couldn’t help but notice how tight the clothes were. How in the world did these men manage to fight with those on? Certainly, pirates’ clothes got caught in things at times yet at least she could breathe in them. Stroking the bared area slowly, she continued her road until the shirt was undone. She paused there for the time being, pushing the thing off of his shoulder.

She pulled back an inch or so to let his hands free her from her shirt, nothing but a few buttons separating her upper body from his. She was worried about his reaction when the top was off, yet most men seemed too fascinated with her close to perfect form to pay any attention to the imperfections on her skin.

Her hands slid along his strong arms, slowly pushing his coat off. Her tongue meanwhile brushed against his one eagerly, surprised by how skilled he was. Her earlier assumption appeared to have been right, and she felt a pang of jealousy shot through her – she was extremely possessive despite her own promiscuous nature. Unlike him, she didn’t bother to keep her moans suppressed, although she did struggle to keep her soft whimper low to avoid people growing even more suspicious of them.
 
{>/////<}

"Truer words," agreed Reese. Verbal communication became wholly unnecessary then, as the two gave way to the building desires. Clothing pared before eager hands, and Reese felt a touch of coolness touch upon his bare chest. As to be expected, muscles lined the man's torso, the hard-earned results of his hard life. Those hands drew hot lines across his skin, nearly making him hiss once more. To think that a touch from a woman would cause such a reaction. A pirate woman, no less. Had someone told Reese that he would find himself in this position, wrapped in a loving embrace with a beautiful pirate girl, he would have scoffed. most likely he would have insisted that he would never trounce about with a pirate whore. Yet Desiree was anything but.

His shirt left him, baring his entire upper body for the looking. The lean man had never been shy, never really had reason to. Yes, a few scars dotted his flesh; one could not reasonably fight aboard ships without earning a few. In fact, Reese fully expected to see the marks of battle upon Desiree's fine skin, though doubtless he'd treat those as something beautiful. They were hard earned. Blood had been shed for each. Otherwise, he looked merely like a man who spent a good deal of time in the sun working hard.

He reached for her own shirt, making quick work of the buttons. To finally see her, that bit of teasing flesh, would be truly magnificent indeed. Reese doubted that Desiree would allow him to simply take her beauty in. No, for now it would be to give into passion. He could admire her as they lay together later.

His hands finished their work, parting the fine material. Without even looking down, and what a struggle, Reese slid his hands towards the fine orbs, fingers longing to brush along her flesh. He, too, found he could no longer suppress the noises of his desire, and they leaked into their connected lips, vibrating along the connection.

"Damn, woman," he breathed through kisses. Each puff of air felt hot, just caressing her skin. Even now, as he breathed, he could catch a hint of her aroma. A tinge of something flowery, mixed with the ever-present salt of the sea, all wrapped around something essentially womanly. He relished it, even as he continued. "I haven't even seen you, and I already want you desperately."

As if she wasn't perfectly aware of that fact already.
 
[ <3 So cuuute~ :3 If you want, after this RP, I'll play a guy for you. ^^]

The man’s chest was more muscled than the young woman had anticipated – a pleasant surprise. An even more enticing surprise, however, was the amount of scars on his chest. It was sick and twisted yet the woman couldn’t help but grow aroused from the marks of the battlefield. It established him as a strong and brave man in her eyes, adding the last pieces to the vague puzzle of him, making him all the more desirable. If things had been different, he would have been her own little version of perfection. Her fingers decided to honor his exploits and slowly outlined every single line on his skin, enjoying the sensation. At the same time, she found herself thinking that she would cut off the arms of those who did that to him if they were still alive. The woman oddly protective of everything she considered as her own, and he somehow ended in that category.

By the time Reese undid her shirt, the young woman pushed her own shirt off, removing her hands from his chest for a split second. Her body was of a uniform tint, naturally lightly tanned. Under her left breast was a deep, long scar that almost stole her life, otherwise a few of them on her back and only two others on her torso. She managed to dodge everything – thus an impressive amount of scars on her back. Treacherous blows. Other than that, a dragon in a spiral was tattooed on her right shoulder blade – it was both a symbol of her captainship and a gift from a tribe she has visited in Asia. Not a single other tattoo was to be seen anywhere else – the pain from it was awful, not to mention the horribly unsanitary technique caused her to spend a week in her cabin with a high fever.

His lack of attention to her chest, however, took her aback and caused her to let out a sigh of relief through the kiss. She was by no means shy or self-conscious; it was merely the scar under her chest that she found revolting – a sign of weakness in her eyes. His hands on her breasts extracted a moan from the young woman.

“In that case, you must have me,” she whispered with a smile between the quick kisses. She then pulled away from his lips – with great reluctance, at that, and studied him slowly. She wanted to do so many things with him she did not know where to start. Finally, her hand slid down those strong abs and toward his groin, stroking his outline. Her lips meanwhile found refuge against his chin, up his cheeks and down his jaw toward his neck, caressing him in light, sweet kisses.
 
{might take you up on the offer; though I must admit this is one of my favorite RPs ^^}

As Reese had wholly expected, the woman was striking under her clothing. Even though he struggled to avoid outright staring, he still found himself entranced at Desiree. The arching dragon symbol, looking vaguely Oriental in origin, the fine tanned skin... even more intriguing, the scar just under her left breast. That one looked deep, and had to have nearly taken her life. But it also meant that she'd survived, taken a blow that would lay most low. Several other scars marred her otherwise perfect form. Yet Reese found the markings more appealing, more arousing. They represented a lifetime of adventure, of narrow escapes and bravery that would make most women quail. This was a woman to hold in high esteem.

Desiree was still a woman, however, and surely she had a woman's wants. Wants that Reese was certainly capable of fulfilling. Those calloused hand slid along her breasts, just teasing the flesh. As her own hands traveled down Reese's body, Desiree would find Reese's own caressing her. The fingers drew along, trailing toward the peaks. He would just rub the nipple with a finger, teasing it slightly. Roll it between the fingers, just let the fingertips draw along those flesh. He wanted to hear more of those delightful moans.

Yes, he moaned as he felt her hands trail toward his throbbing groin. His body understood the motions, and reacted naturally. More throbbing within his breeches, his member longing for the sweet release. Try as he might to at least control himself, Reese found more and more that he wanted little else but to give way to his passions.

"I intend to have you," agreed Reese. He moved in accordance with her kisses, pressing his own lips along her flesh even as he bared more of himself for her. The sweet taste of her proved addicting. Would she be so sweet in all places? The taste of salt seemed to cling to them as well. The sea would always have its hold upon the two lovers. But it held them equally, and its flavor proved a much appreciated spice for Reese. He longed for more of it even as his hands touched the softness of her. More would be given, and taken.
 
[ Yay! <3 Me too. :3 ]

Desiree studied her captain as he watched her, noticing that he was trying not to stare. It made her heart beat faster as she tried to figure out whether he liked what he saw or found her scars to be something that men alone were meant to bear. When his calloused hands continued sliding along her skin, however, she relaxed under the warmth of his limbs, anticipating his further movements with a hardly containable excitment. Despite their roughness, his hands were pleasant and skilled, clearly touching a woman for an umpteenth time. Her perky nipples instantly grew harder from his touch, aching slightly. Her entire body was an erogenous zone, yet her neck and breasts were among the most sensitive parts, his attention to them causing her heart to leap and other soft, sensual moans to follow.

When his manhood throbbed against her palm, she glanced down, noting the tightness of his pants. Such restrictive clothing was likely painful and quite unpleasant to wear, especially at that point. She slid her hand back up, hastily undoing his pants yet not going any further. She glanced back up at him with a sly grin, locking her teeth on his skin in a gentle nip. She made sure to kiss the spot that was usually hidden underneath the uniform, sucking on it almost roughly to leave a bright bruise.

She too loved that salty taste of his skin, enjoying his scent, his feel and just about everything else about Reese. Her hands slid back along his chest, her touch warm and soft. She softly started pushing him back toward his bed, the same expression playing on her face as earlier. The woman seemed happy in his arm, quite an odd occurence considering the circumstaces.

"That uniform of yours is so awfully tight," she whispered huskily, her voice thick with suggestion. She pushed him a step further, her palm returning to his shaft, stroking him firmly. "Maybe you should lose the rest of it, hm?" She teased, kissing the corner of his lips briefly.
 
Reese felt Desiree relaxing within him. Truly, she could not have complimented him higher than that. The pirate captain, so demanding and seductive, relaxing in his arms, yielding to his skilled touch. It made his heart leap, his body flare even stronger. His hands continued their deft ministration, drawing over the spots he'd already learned were tender for her. His thumb rubbed against one nipple, feeling the stiffening under his touch.

He could feel her at the bindings of his breeches. Those skillful hands made short work of the binding, buying Reese precious space. Only a little, enough for him to breathe that much easier. Then her hands were back upon him, her teeth working his flesh. Desiree's searing lips pressed against Reese's aching flesh, her mouth sucking hard against him. Surely he would bruise. A deep purple mark would rise upon his tanned flesh, a long lasting sign of their shared affections. She had chosen well her location. And that she would do so, mark him in such a way, was oddly pleasing to Reese. She was claiming him.

"Indeed, it is proving most restricting," agreed the captain. Oh, how he wanted little more than to remove his confining garments and bare himself before this woman. He ached for it, needed it almost as much as he needed to continue touching her. Yet instead of moving, he smiled, his hands moving to brush aside another lock of her hair, "But I was raised to be a gentleman. And a gentleman always allows the lady to go first."

And with that, Reese increased his efforts. His lips went to her neck, kissing hotly about. He too took her flesh between his teeth, nibbling for the barest of moments until drifting further down. The hot, wet contacts worked their way about her chest, using her position above him to his advantage. Finally he reached a nipple. This he slid between his lips, kissing softly at first. then the kiss turned into a gentle suckle. His teeth just grazed over her peak before parting, his attentions turning to its twin short distance away.

As his lips moved, Reese's hands traveled. They moved to rub between the pirate's legs, stroking for a moment before he too began dealing with confining garments. It was hard to not cede to her requests now. Especially as he felt her palm stoke his lust. It brushed against his shaft, making him moan around her flesh. Damn, but the woman knew her craft, as surely as he knew his. Twould be a contest of wills, and perhaps equal submission, to move forward.
 
Desiree watched his skin, studying the red spot standing out against the smooth tanned surface. That sight alone was enough to bring her to lick her lips with a hungry expression of a tiger. There were few words sufficient to describe how much she longed for him, at least temporarily tossing aside most of her little games. For the first time she was ready to submit, or do anything else it took to push things along, to get him to bare that manhood of his and push it into her needy body. Oh, how she despised herself for being so weak when it came to the handsome captain.

The woman managed to escape from risky situations, gambled with death, fought numerous men at a time yet wasn't able to stay on her feet when it came to him. Her knees grew weak from the mere feel of his fingers on her chest, heating her body by a few degrees. She could feel that familiar tingling of her lower body, begging her to do something about the close to painful aching of her loins.

Hearing his comment, she laughed softly, careful to keep her voice low as she did. Despite the excitment of having to hide their affair, the thing had quite a few disadvantages, one of them the fear of being caught. Killer sex was starting to get an entire different meaning at that point, she thought to herself with a chuckle before turning her attention to him. Both of her arms slid around his neck again, brushing through his hair while her teeth played with his ear, her tongue occasionally grazing its outline.

"You are a devious man, Captain," she cooed with a grin, kissing the top of his head. She then found herself leaning her own head back slightly, trying hard to prevent herself from moaning. Oh, how she hoped nobody would interrupt them until they were done. "Alright," she whispered, sliding her hands down to her trousers, quickly working on them. Unlike him, all of her clothes were loose for obvious reasons. Hastily undoing them, she pushed her underwear down as well, uncovering the rest of her close to flawless, hairless body.

Her legs held no scars and she had no trouble showing those off. "Now, my lovely gentleman, will you comply with my request?" She gave him a toothy grin and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his lips once again, her arms drawing him closer to her in order to feel his hard chest press against the soft flesh of hers.
 
The delightful pull they had on one another made their coupling all the more enticing to the captain. Not only had he worked the woman, giving her what she wanted, needed, but she also pulled at him. He could feel his will crumbling, eagerness taking its place. He wanted to do as she asked. He wanted to remove all barriers and take her. If it took submitting to her incredible will to achieve that end, so be it. Yet he could feel her reacting the same way. that they could do such a thing.

He slid his hands to his britches, smiling up at the woman. It took a little more work for him to bare himself than for her. For one thing, his pants caught around his throbbing member. It stood like a staff, jutting out from his body, obviously throbbing with need. the captain didn't make women faint upon viewing his manhood. Nor did he make them giggle. Indeed, he found his several inches to be more than satisfactory for satisfying even the most hardened of women. Much like the beauty that stood before him.

This time, Reese gave into his desire to take her in. He let his eyes devour her. Smoldering ice melted within his orbs as he drew them across every inch of her frame. Finely tanned skin, just sun-kissed. The tattoo, exotic in its markings. Her nipples, both shining slightly with the leftovers of his attentions. Traveling lower, skimming the hard won war-wound under her breast. seeing her flat stomach, moving along her hairless sex. There, waiting between his legs, was her most secret of secrets, the very core of Desiree D'Aether.

Reese had never wanted something or someone so much in his life.

"You are truly a magnificent woman, Desiree," he breathed. You had to use a woman's Christian name when complimenting her so truly. Besides, the barriers had lifted. They stood as man and woman, not captor and captive, not pirate and officer. And as a man, Reese stepped forward, taking Desiree in his arms and crushing her to him. His lips seized hers, lust pouring through and out. All while his loins twitched, pressing along the softness of her body.
 
Desiree pulled away from the kiss, stepping back slightly to watch Reese remove the last article that kept him from really feeling her and vice versa. The few seconds it took him to work on those breeches of his were the longest and sweetest ones of her life at the same time. She found pleasure in waiting for she knew that the reward would be worth it. By the time his pants finally fell to the ground her patience was running low, the lust and frustration building up within her.

For those few moments he let his eyes devour her she did the same, unable to find a single imperfection or flaw. His hard shaft, piercing through the air as a spear pushed her to slowly, although unconsciously, brush her tongue over her lips. She didn't doubt his ability to satsify her for a split second - after all, he managed to get her to genuinely want him, and that in itself was a notable feat. Lingering on his sex, her eyes returned to the male's face, a grin spreading across her plump lips.

From the way he looked at her, she knew without words that he found her as appealing as she found him, a knowledge that was quite comforting considering that openly displaying her lust for him was a blow to her pride and self control. When he let out those beautiful words, calling her by her name, the woman's heart stopped in its tracks for a second. She almost jumped at him when his arms slid around her, pressing up against him as though her life depended upon it.

She didn't answer, her lips far too busy caressing his. The lust was overwhelming, causing her to whimper through the kiss. Her tongue unceremoniously slipped into his mouth, caressing his ones with an unprecedented passion and roughness. She kept on pushing him toward the bed, pausing when the back of his legs touched the wooden surface of its side.
 
There was no need for words. Desiree's and Reese's lips and tongues dueled one another, moving about with unbridled passion. Reese himself could feel his lust taking over his senses, driving out anything that would remain. He would have this woman as she would he, and that would be it. His shaft trembled, twitching, almost as if it would move on its own. The thoughts dragged him further and further into the delightful decadence of their coupling. Reese kissed Desiree hard. His lips demanded her affection even as hers demanded his. She whimpered; he moaned. Such a woman!

His hands lid to support her, clasping her tightly to him as they moved. The searing flesh of her sensual form pressed along him. Such softness, such sexuality pouring from every point of her. Truly, a woman had not been created to rival Desiree. This, and his pure lust for her, Reese tried to communicate through his randy kisses, through his questing hands. He ached for her.

The bed connected with the back of Reese's legs, forcing him to stop. For a few moments, he could only stand confused, a little surprised that something from outside would hinder them. The confusion dispelled, however, and he sat, pulling the woman to him. He would not be denied. Not now. He would have her, take her willingly. His yearning could only be quenched by that which lay between her thighs.

Pulling her onto his lap, Reese settled them on the edge of the bed. His hands cupped her, drawing over her back. They traced scars, again marveling at the strength of the woman. To take such blows! And she still carried herself with a pride rivaling and surpassing most men. It made Reese moan in appreciation. His hands quested lower, seeking the lush flesh of her bottom. His fingers dug into her, pulling her closer, edging her toward that which throbbed for her. It would be mutual; he would not take her until she offered herself fully unto him.
 
Desiree arched an eyebrow as Reese appeared to hesitate, almost worried that he changed his mind at the very last moment. Finally, he sat onto the bed and pulled her onto his lap. The action sent jolts of electricity down her spine as she got ever so close to the final destination. She shifted about, setting a knee by each side of his to straddle the man, her elbows resting on his shoulders. She broke the kiss to watch him with unmistakable desire printed all over her face. He caused emotions in her that she did not know herself capable of, ones she could not even come close to identifying properly.

A part of her cursed her for pushing things that far - feelings always made things so much more complicated, especially considering the fact that she would need to kill at least a few of his men to get out of the situation he put her in. Another part of her wondered if it wasn't simply the time to give up - she reached fame and riches, lived the adventures few could pride themselves on living and seduced and was seduced by the Naval Captain who turned out to be a better pirate than herself, stealing everything she swore she would never hand over to a man.

Her hands slid up, cupping his cheeks softly, her gaze digging into his. "I've never met a man like you, Reese," she whispered softly, leaning forward to kiss him, every moan forcing her heart to skip a beat. He was her instrument, and she knew that the following few weeks would partially consist of searching for the right strings to pull to get him to produce those pleased sounds.

Slowly, she lowered her hips against his ones, her slit gliding along his hard shaft, grinding against him and covering him in her juices. His hardness thus stimulating her clit caused the woman to twitch and let out a low groan, struggling to keep quiet. She shifted her hips up and placed her entrance against his tip, breaking the kiss for a split second, her lust clouded gaze searching his. "Make me all yours," she demanded defiantly and leaned back into the kiss, her hips slowly moving downward finally get him inside of her.
 
Reese wouldn't let her be killed. Couldn't. Odd, that he realized such a thing in that exact moment in time. But the woman had won something from him, stolen part of him, even as he willingly gave it over to her. Not only could the world not do without Desiree in it, but Reese couldn't either. Pirate and murderess or no, she had won him, and he fully intended to prove himself worthy of her.

The first movement of that came now, as he stared into her eyes. Longing lay in that gaze, true, and lust. Yet affection had worked its way in as well, lighting his eyes and giving him a new fervor. She had never met a man like him? He had never met a woman such as her. Perhaps some divine power had conspired to insure that he would be her captor, that it would be his ship to take his. Reese was merely thankful that it had happened.

He kissed her back, moaning into her mouth, not bothering to hold himself back at all. Reese would give all himself to her, taking what she offered as well. Yes, they exchanged parts of themselves as surely as they exchanged kisses.

Desiree's sex graced Reese's member. He felt her, felt her juices cover him, beginning the step they both longed for. The sheer heat from her, that intensity coming from her core, made Reese quiver in desire. His throbbing shaft pressed against the soft wetness of her sex. He felt her lips start to part, to slowly allow him access into her most private of areas. His hardness delved into her. It spread those lips. It slid into her body, feeling her about him, her heat and delight surrounding him. The connection, the linkage of their two sexes, felt divine. Again, he felt as though they'd been created for one another. Made to fit with the utmost of perfection with one another.

"Dear lord, Desiree, you feel... wonderful," he gasped. He wasn't certain whether he should wait for her to adjust to him, or should he start moving. His hips craved for movement, to slide along in that blissful chamber. Yet his mind still clung, just holding on to his desires. He wanted her, wanted to make her his, but he also found that he wanted her to take him as well. Their courtship, however odd and brief, had been give and take. their coupling should be the same.

"Take me, Desiree," he nearly growled, moving forward to kiss along her neck. "Make me yours as I make you mine."
 
Desiree was stunned by the power in that kiss. She couldn't help but wonder if she found her Yang. Certainly, he too killed yet he was likely one of the genuinely nicest people she has ever encountered. She killed because it brought to her the odd, sick pleasure that no man prior to him could bring her. It empowered her, made her feel like she was at the top of the world. He made her feel that way without a drop of blood.

It was startling how far their game of cat and mouse went, leading to an unexpected union of the two. That both of them managed to hold back, to maintaint a sensuality to their actions was beyond her. All she really wanted to do was to kiss him until he was at a lack of oxygen, to make him scream her name and do the same for him.

Her hips slowly slid along that member of his once they were yet again joined at the hip, his fairly impressive length filling her up. For a few moments she remained still, not bothering to make the slightest movement, satisfied with the warmth and the strange excitment and wave of sensations that floated in her blood, clouding her mind like expensive wine. "So do you," she murmured, kissing his ear gently.

Finally, tauntingly, her hips began moving at his request. "I suppose I shall oblige," she replied in a playful whisper, her breath slightly ragged. She moved in slow, circular motions while sliding her hips up and down his member to ensure the highest amount of pleasure for the two of them. With each thrust he hit her most sensitive spots, causing her to cringe.

Her arms meanwhile slid around his neck tightly, her arms surprisingly strong for a woman so lean. She held on to him, not doing much else, merely enjoying the proximity. She wanted things to be memorable, afraid that there would not be another time. Her lips pressed against his ear, kissing and nipping on it occasionally. There were so many things she wanted to tell him that she chose to remain silent, instead steadily accelerating once she gained a rhythm, her soft sharp gasps growing into moans. "Leave marks," she whispered, about to add 'so everyone knows that I'm yours' yet decided that everyone possessing that knowledge could prove to be disastrous.
 
The same words floated across Reese's mind. Amazing, marvelous, sensual, sexual. He had had his share of women, having lost his virginity at the tender age of sixteen. But none had even come close to being as masterful as Desiree. In many ways, he felt he had found something here.

It could very well be his lust clouding his mind, affecting his better judgment. If so, so be it. The woman knew what she was doing. From the playful whispers to the mischievous bites to the subtle movements of her hips. Reese matched her as best he could. His own hips moved, meeting her motions and countering them. Their bodies moved in familiar motions as old as humanity itself. He slid in and out of her, moving through that velvety heat with ease. He pressed against her, feeling her quiver as he graced upon her sensitive areas. It made his breathing quicken, his heart race. She was a drug. She filled him, intoxicating, drowned out his better senses and left him afloat in a sea of sensuality.

Leave marks. When a woman demanded that of a man, she had two reasons. Either she enjoyed a little pain mixed in with her pleasure, or she wanted someone to lay claim of her. Judging by what he knew of Desiree, Reese bet upon the latter. The pirate captain, that proud woman, had just demanded that he leave his mark upon her. That he lay claim to her flesh in the most carnal of fashions.

Reese fell to this task with a will. He let his lips descend upon her neck, once more drawing that soft flesh between his lips. Bits of her slid between his lips, and he allowed his teeth to just grace upon her flesh. The taste of her proved as marvelous as ever, leaking into his body, driving him ever onward. His hands too, would add to the markings. They curved about her flesh, digging into her backside as his thrusts continued to jostle her. Said hands also traveled upward, Reese letting his nails drag softly about her flesh. Enough to leave some markings, yes, but not enough to cause her any real pain. Not as if a naval man bore claws.

"Dear God, woman," he breathed between kisses and his own strangled noises of pleasure. "You ransack a man. And so marvelously. I relish the thought of having you as my own," his words faded into a his as he felt her about him. That searing heat threatened to set them both ablaze. His crewmen would enter to find twin piles of ashes upon the bed, the two lovers consumed by their own passions. there was no finer way to go.
 
Whilst Reese's first guess was correct, the other option held a portion of truth. Despite the amount of pain she was subject to throughout the battles and such, the woman loved it when men got rough as much as she loved them to remain sweeter than vanilla. With Reese, it truly didn't matter which way he went, as long she had proof on her that he had in fact marked her as his.

She almost growled as she felt his teeth graze her flesh, tasting, marking. "Mhm, yes," she whispered between moans that became more and more regular as her hips resumed their movements and his lips and hand expertly tortured her skin. She rested her hands on his back, applying pressure upon certain tense spots where his muscles formed knots, quickly working on them to undo the knots and get the muscles to relax.

His thrusts added to hers were sheer bliss, yet soon enough the slow, sensual strokes were too much to bear and she felt her body accelerate, the sounds of their bodies smashing together mixing with her steadily increasing moans. One of her hands slid down to his chin, gently pulling it up to press her lips against his ones. If a kiss could burn, that one certainly could light a fire. It was mainly destined to keep her sounds to a bare minimum, something she had a hard time doing.

"God, you feel so good," she whispered between the messy kisses, her tongue darting into his mouth to slowly rub up against his one, wrestling with it. Her hips meanwhile kept up with a quick, hard rhythm, a beads of sweat forming on her forehead and causing her skin to glisten slightly. The room's warmth didn't do much to help out, the ashes upon the bed turning into a seeming eventuality. Her nails meanwhile dug into his shoulderblades, without breaking skin yet but leaving bright red scratch marks as she trailed them along his back.
 
Tension flowed out of Reese as he felt Desiree's hands knead his back. The unexpected release flew over him, making him shudder, again moaning in delight. To mix such a sensual, soothing motion with their increasingly rough love-making. It only made him want her more, the desire welling up, coming out through lips, hands, and hips.

Their bodies moved quicker and quicker as their lust mounted. Reese's thrusts increased in force, driving further into her. He could feel her arching to meet him, her own thrusts pressing hard against him. The sheer power behind their movements began to make the bed shake. Were it not nailed to the floor for stability, doubtless it would bear even louder testament to the ferocity of their coupling. The sounds of their love-making grew steadily, filling the room. Reese could hear his flesh slapping against hers, hear the moans leaving from both their bodies. In the back of his mind was the awareness that they would have to at least try to smother their joyful noise. While chances were that the crew would be about their duties, it only took one man drifting close to hear those decidedly feminine moans of pleasure.

Reese moved a hand upward, cradling Desiree's head as he kissed her. He had come to the same conclusion: they must smother their noises, particularly the cries of the pirate. That she instead cried into him, her noises breathing and echoing along his flesh, only proved an added benefit. And such a kiss it was! If gods could kiss one another, this was how they would do it. Reese certainly ceased the lips of his lover with his own, knowing full well that Desiree held nothing back.

"You're incredible," he managed between their sloppy kisses. His own panting breath prevented him from being more eloquent on the matter. Should it be Desiree's desire, doubtless Reese could produce a poem in praise of her at some later date. For now, those two words thrown out in the heat of passion would have to suffice. His hands once more ran along her curves, feeling the sheer heat from her body. Sweat had begun to bead on them both, adding moisture, letting it slide along their bodies. Reese followed the path of the sweat back up, drawing his fingers along it. Till at least he seized her tightly, once more pulling her to him. Her fingers dug into his back, and he could feel the red trails left in their wake. He too let his lust loose, his nails moving about to grace her flesh, once more scoring her. oh, that this would last forever.
 
Despite the fact that their kiss managed to muffle some of the sounds, the young woman had the hardest of times not screaming out in pleasure when their movements grew in speed and intensity. She hoped with all her might that nobody would have the bright idea of passing by, or even knocking on the door. Of course most of the men were down at the dining area, enjoying a well deserved supper. She could almost picture them congratulating each other, rejoicing in the fact that not only was the feared Captain locked away but also that she - or he, to them, was going to be humiliated, forced to work for them whenever the Captain didn't need the pirate. It was loud, for at the sea sounds were never contained - happiness was met in a loud, cheerful wave of noise while grief was met with a deadly silence, all emotions undisturbed by the outside world unless nature decided to play.

"Mhm," she mumbled against him, not showing how much she appreciated those words or how much they meant to her. She wanted him to remember that day forever, so that after she was gone - an inevitable eventuality whether her neck was snapped or she escaped from the ship, he would rest on that very bed and think of her. She liked the idea of stealing men's hearts, she had stolen quite a few, yet she never made such an effort for any other male.

Her hips moved in carnal motions, going as hard and fast as they could. It didn't take long for that sensation paired with his lips pressed against hers to drive her to an edge. She could feel her body grow tense, a clear indication that soon that ultimate wave of pleasure would follow. Biting on his tongue lightly, she pressed her lips harder against his, a heated, almost drunken expression on her face. "Captain, fill me with your seed," she whispered, her words more of a demand than anything.

It was also a way to let him know that she was almost done, the pleasure far too overwhelming to last longer than the time it already had. Her nails dug harder into her skin, soon enough breaking the skin and leaving trails with a thin line of blood behind. She made sure it didn't hurt too much, the pain only there to enforce the pleasure.
 
Their desperate noises, still mounting as their joy increased, were mostly contained within lips. Still, even Reese couldn't quite hold back his passion, let alone Desiree's. Time and time again he felt his lips sliding away from hers, a lustful groan leaving them. Desiree's own, feminine noises offered a contrast, the two forming a passionate song the likes poets dreamt of.

The ferocity of their coupling, the sheer intensity of the moment, and the undeniable beauty of the woman all compounded upon poor Reese. His loins began to tighten and swell. His member pulsed, jerking just slightly within the confines of Desiree's hungry sex. Reese could feel her tense, the muscles locking underneath his fingers. Her internal walls worked him as well, her sex evidently longing for him. as such, he knew even before the barely audible words left that Desiree wanted him, desired his seed to be spilled within her.

For most couplings, Reese would at least attempt to draw things further. He had been taught that you should bring the woman to pleasure first, show her that you were man enough for her, and let her know that you would appreciate her. He had tried, to some extent, to mimic these motions with Desiree. Yet again he felt himself yielding to her, wanting to give of himself to the woman.

Even more stranger: he felt his body automatically react to Desiree's command. The moment those words left her lips, his member jerked. Reese gasped, clenching his teeth to prevent himself from shouting. His hips jerked, continuing to thrust even as he felt his loins tighten. The seed filled him, swelling as it began to spurt into her body. Hot jets would leave the twitching rod, spilling into her, filling her as best he could. The captain's long stay at sea had left him with quite the hefty load for his pirate lover. a hefty load which he now deposited with animalisitic fury and fervor.

His hands clawed at her as well, clutching at her back, her curvy bottom, any and all parts of her as he rode the waves of pleasure. Those strong hands dug into her tanned flesh, doubtless tight enough to leave those markings she so desired.
 
His hot seed filling her up, creating soft slurping sounds as she moved up and down his still hard length. The amount of his cum spilled within her rejoiced the woman, letting her know that despite the fact that he has been with other women, it was quite a while ago. She felt her own body slow down, with a loudest moan yet releasing the tension that steadily built up over time, her own cum mixing up with his inside of her. She gasped and panted, slowly coming to a halt, her nails sliding out of his skin.

She panted softly, her kiss growing softer, a lot less intrusive. She whimpered against him softly, his hands' touch still lingering on her skin - on her back, bottom and just about everywhere else. "Dear lord," she whispered, trapping his lower lip between hers momentarily. "You are amazing," she panted, her breath ragged and rapid. She broke the kiss, simply resting on his lap, her soft body pressing up against his one softly.

She left light kisses along his neck, pressing her forehead against his shoulder. Her hands meanwhile slid around to grasp his, her fingers intertwining with his ones. "Captain, I must say, you are one of the best things that's ever happened to me," she admit, nipping on his skin gently. She wanted to hold him tight, basking in the afterglow. "Hold me," she murmured, eager to feel like a fragile, soft woman with a strong man there to protect her for once. She was so used to ruling, to using force and violence, to playing a role that she was almost terrified of her seemingly simple request.
 
Reese had been wrong: climaxing inside this woman wasn't the greatest feeling ever. That came around the same time, however, as she came around his trembling shaft. He felt her cum mixing with his, creating a new liquid mixture. Bits of it leaked about their joining, leaving its mark on their bodies even as they trembled off their ecstasy.

For a while, all Reese could do was lay there, kissing back. These were decidedly less passionate before, more loving, caring pecks. Perhaps it was foolish to kiss the woman in such a manner, to let her know that she'd won a much deeper piece of Reese than the simple lustful connection. Yet Reese wasn't about to resist, yet again he let his emotion rule his mind. For the time, that felt like the best way to go about things.

He smiled at her compliment, letting his lips be captured. He returned the gesture in kind, letting his lips slide over hers, almost possessively. "One can only be as amazing as their partner," he breathed. His long silence had helped him regain not only his breath but a bit of his sanity. And now he let his hands roam that delightful form once more, relishing the feel of her.

The hands were captured by hers, their fingers sliding together. Once more, Reese noted that the gesture more closely matched that of tender lovers, caring sweethearts instead of a pair of would-be rivals releasing tension. While he might have held women's hands before, he certainly wasn't nearly as willing as he was now. Once more he brought her fingers to his lips, giving them a kiss before letting her go. His strong arm snaked about her lithe body, bringing her close for another gentle peck of the lips.

"I shall hold you for as long as you desire," he confessed. He had to smile after, chuckling, "Or until one of my men come looking for me. I confess that you are the most fantastic creature I have ever encountered, Captain Desiree. I do believe these next few weeks will be something out of a dream."

Reese nudged his lover, again shifting. He could feel himself softening within her, growing slack. Yes, this wasn't purely lust in play, not any more.
 
Desiree shifted about, making herself comfortable as she rested on his broad chest. She wanted more, yet she doubted she could do as much as move at that point. The day was awfully tiring in many ways, and all she wanted to do was rest in those strong, muscled arms of his for the rest of the night, and even for the rest of her brief life. Such thoughts were frightening to her, why, of all people, was it her captor she had to fall for at such speed. She knew that the next day she return to her games, perhaps even without him knowing what she was up to, yet a part of her felt forced to do it to maintain her pride and such rather than because she truly wanted to continue.

She smiled as he kissed her hand, a sweet, heart warming gesture. "Yes, I trust they will be," she laughed, shaking her head. "Although the end will be quite a nightmare. But it's fine, if it is my time to go, I'll leave," she stated lazily. She hoped that he would believe that statement for despite herself she found herself lying. Any of her sailors would have known that. If there was one thing Desiree loved it was life, even if it meant rebuilding her crew. It surely wouldn't be too difficult - steal a ship, raid a few towns and off to Port Royal for a year or two. They would simply need to recuperate their treasures from the United States. She deposited everything in a bank, pretending to be a lady, to avoid all of their work going down the drain.

She shifted herself slightly and got off of him with great reluctance, crawling over the bed to rest in the right direction, pulling a cover over her frail body. "Come over here, Captain. If your men come by, you could simply tell them you're asleep," she whispered, reaching out to grab his hand once again, tugging on it softly.

For some reason that was quite beyond her, she liked holding his hands. They were so unlike her small and soft ones - strong, calloused and large. She pressed her head to the pillow, shutting her eyes for a few moments, her chest raising and falling in regular movements. The scent of salt outside, the rocking of the ship, him next to her - it was all so frighteningly perfect. "Oh, how I wish you were someone else," she sighed, opening her eyes to look at him.
 
"There... ways of avoiding that dreadful end," admitted Reese. "I could vouch for you, confess that you've reformed. Indeed, I could even attempt to buy you as some kind of slave," he glanced to her, already picturing the flash of anger that would surely show in her eyes at the mere mention of such a position, "It would only be on paper, of course. I sincerely doubt that any man could own you. Unless, of course, you were willing to give yourself over to him."

He paused, watching her as she moved slightly. The parting of their bodies was almost painful, and Reese had to resist the urge to reach out to his new lover. This twist of fate was wholly unfair to him. Why could their positions not have been different? Even with such standings, the thoughts of attempting to extend relations dwelt already in Reese's mind. Most likely fool's wishes brought upon by strong desire and a lithesome form, but they still existed.

"An excellent plan, and one that I fear shall be truth soon enough," he agreed. Another laugh, and he moved forward. The sheets shifted as he drew inside, sliding his body along hers once more. his strong hand slid along her soft one, again noting the callouses developed from someone who readily wielded a blade. He mustn't forget that she was a killer, a vagabond. That this only appealed all the more strongly of him disturbed Reese to some degree, but he once more brushed such feelings aside.

Desiree wished he were someone else. Indeed, laying there, Reese wished as such as well. his words spoke otherwise: "I would rather we both were ourselves, myself. I do not know if I would have fallen for you otherwise. Indeed, what would you have done should you have been captured by someone else? Or should I have captured someone else?"

He once more brought her hands up to his lips. Someone should treat this woman with the respect she deserved. If Reese could, he'd honor her. For now, he simply lay with her, his arms encircling her.

"Though I must admit, I don't relish the idea of being killed by you any time soon," he teased, smirking.
 
"It would not be dreadful, Reese. A good Captain knows when the time has come to retire," she whispered in a fairly casual way, despite the fact that the mere thought of things ending created a twisted sensation in her throat. "My time has come," she shrugged, listening to his comments about slavery and reform. She couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking her head. Her feline gaze trailed up to meet his, a smile on her face. "I haven't reformed, the moment I am free, I shall return to my ways, and the lives of hundreds is not something you should keep on your conscience," she murmured, caressing his chest with her fingertips. "And I would rather die, than to end my life as someone's slave, even if only on paper. I will go into history as a free pirate," she continued, her voice stern yet quiet.

"Yet if there was a man I had to surrender to, it would be you," she gave him a toothy grin, leaning forward to kiss his lips briefly. She rested against him comfortably, a soft lazy yawn escaping her lips. She moved her head up to nestle it next to his neck, kissing his shoulder, her eyes never leaving his. She was so comfortable in his arms, it was almost as though his body was created to accomodate hers.

"Mhm...You would have," she whispered with a smug grin, kissing his cheek gently. "But it is a valid point you have there," she nodded, thinking back over his words. She suddenly shifted herself slightly, resting her arms on his chest, leaning over him. Her hair cascaded around him in a waterfall, her eyes fixated on his, a sly expression on her face. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," she replied, kissing his lips briefly at his latter remark.

"You wouldn't have fallen for me otherwise, hm, Captain?" She purred, sliding one of her legs between his ones, shifting herself to partially rest on top of him. "Does that mean you have fallen for your little pirate?" She cocked her head to the side, leaning in for a slow, sensual kiss.
 
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