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A Pirate's Tale (Methos and TortoiseShell)

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Donal O’Sullivan leaned against the wooden counter of the bar as a tankard of rum was grasped in one hand. The beaten tin that held the rum was raised to his lips and a hearty gulp was downed as a grin accompanied the feeling of warmth that traveled through his body. Green eyes gazed down at the bar, while his sun bronzed face was framed with long locks of blond hair. A fair amount of stubble graced his keeps and jaw which gave him a slightly scruffy look which suited the fact that he was a first class rogue and pirate amongst other things.

As he leaned against the counter of The Sherriff’s Daughter, his eyes casually drifted about the room. He was more finely dressed than most, for a good black coat, a red silk shirt and black leather britches garbed a rather fit and athletic form. He was considered relatively tall at his six foot one height. A sword was slung at his waist and a pistol upon the opposite side. Around him various vagabonds, and buccaneers could be seen with bottles of rum and tankards of whiskey, food and the ever present girls that populated the upper floors of the establishment. He grinned slightly as he watched a serving girl pass and his hand casually reached out to pinch her bottom. After all those who served the food and drink now took their turn upstairs later.

The finer clothes were natural as opposed to the sea worn rags with sundry patches that garbed many of the men. Donal after all needed to keep up appearances. A pirate captain needed to look as though his every voyage resulted in plunder and booty that would dazzle one’s eyes and fill one’s pockets. It helped keep the crew full and draw others towards what expeditions he might have in mind. He did have a nice little horde of gold hidden away and his ship the Black Fox was arguable the fastest that sailed the seas. It had cost him another fortune, but with it and a somewhat reliable crew he’d sail into Hell and rob the Devil of whatever was laying around.

He’d done well in his last expedition, three merchant ships and a treasure ship had been sailed back to port. At least one of them he meant to convert to another pirate ship as since he’d returned to port he’d been besieged by volunteers. War raged everywhere, and how else was a poor man to get a head in the world if not through piracy where every man got a share? No king he knew of was so generous with his pay as to compete with a life of piracy upon the seas.

His fingers tapped idly upon the counter as he let his eyes drift across the room. If he went so far as to outfit all four ships and crew them, he’d have well over a thousand men at his disposal. Enough to raid a port and carry away its wealth. Although that would be far more ambitious and dangerous than anything he’d attempted before. He took a swig of rum as mused that that sort of thinking and over reaching was what got men killed, and death was not the exit from piracy he fancied.
 
The ocean's waves slowly broke against the shore, the sun's crimson rays spreading along the rippled surface at the horizon to create a false sense of peace and grace on the coast of Jamaica. The white sands and exotic culture have erstwhile appealed to the ignorant, yet it did not take long for times to change. The words Port Royal appalled honest men and merchants, causing the phrase 'the Sodom of the New World' to be uttered quietly.

Port Royal was not always so. Decades earlier, as the Spanish colonies settled in the beautiful land, it was a heaven on Earth for the white man. Plantations and land were frantically purchased, the Empire subsidizing the island with food and all necessities. All was well until tensions grew on the other side of the map, Elizabethan rule bringing destruction to the Armada with the help of infamous pirates. All of a sudden, the Port Royal's price dropped, Spain too busy with internal affairs to aid Jamaica. Drawn by the beauty and quasi complimentary land, the British merchants and aristocrats purchased all they could get their greedy stubby fingers upon. Yet again, peace was short lived for the people as Elizabeth's reign came to its term and from government encouraged sailors pirates turned into rogues - loathed by all. It did not take a century for the poverty infested Port Royal to become a sanctuary for those lives devoted to crime, chasing away the law abiding citizens, forcing them to reduce their visits to the plantations to a bare minimum.

Few traces of the past, however, remained in the land of theft and petty crime. Deeper into the islands were located miles of gardens with old fashioned white wooden houses looking out upon the property. In one of the houses, an ill kept dwelling, a gas lamp was turned on as the sun set, bringing a hint of life to what appeared to be a long abandoned banana plantation. Inside, on the second floor was a large bedroom, bringing shelter to two people - a young woman and an aging man.

The young woman sat facing a mirror, her back turned to the standing male. She slowly inspected her reflection, a slender finger brushing along the lightly tanned cheek, almost as though she was expecting to discover dirt on the fingertip upon its retrieval. A tan, it was quite preposterous for a young lady. "Albert, do you see what they do to me?" She questioned in a voice thick with indignation and a British accent. The lady shook her head slowly, picking up a rough hairbrush made of horse's tail. "For seven year, seven," she exclaimed, turning around for emphasis. "I have been putting my life at risk - and for what?" She continued, the sultry delicate voice trembling with rage.

"I'll tell you, to be treated as a common whore," she set the brush aside, deciding that it would do little good to her considering the humid weather. "How many generations prior to myself have been well respected nobles at the court?" She shook her head, biting on a plump pink lip that contrasted quite nicely with the tan. "I had to tan naked, on the roof of my own house. It's preposterous," she kept on her monologue, throwing out all the frustration built up in her over the past weeks.

Desiree D'Aether was a twenty four years old woman, unfortunate enough to lose her father - the sole remaining relative, at the tender age of seventeen. It was a fall from grace, the young woman left with nothing but her name and a heavy pile of debts. All the wealth was lost to her father's opium and gambling tendencies, if not full blown addictions. Luckily enough, her family's connections brought her to the encounter of a fairly youthful man employed by the Crown. Secretly hoping to gain her heart and hand he pushed her through, introducing her to higher placed authorities. Whether it was the lust of a minister, the speculative mind of a general or simply sympathy and compassion, the woman became a spy.

Undeterred by the unfortunate events, Desiree accepted all tasks. The main part involved infiltration or seduction, although seldom actual intercourse. Rich merchants suspected in conspiracies, consuls from neighbor countries, noblemen plotting to take over the throne - she has had it all. Except for a pirate. It was an illogical continuum, a downward spiral from the richest to the filthiest. Or at least so she pictured these men. Unlike most girls of her age - those untouched by the cruelty of the world, by a man's blood or the by the pain of a dagger ripping through their skin, she had a sober view of the world, seeing things for what they were.

Women were oppressed, the poor bound to remain poor. Noble men all fell for the same trap as Narcissus, yet attempted to cast their views upon society in a refined, intelligent manner without realizing that nobody truly listened so long as important words were used, and money in play. Pirates, however, were the little that remained of her frivolous girlish mind. To her, they were similar to knights, only true to their ideals and freedom. She imagined them as rough and ambitious, yet able to steal a maiden's heart away in a sweep. The current mission, meanwhile, risked to shatter the illusion.

Following a string of arguments in the hallway of the parliament, she was given all the instructions and an advance on the bounty as well as traveling costs. Donal O'Sullivan was the name of her target, Captain of a prominent crew. Little else was given in terms of information, other than that he oftentimes appeared at the Port Royal. And so her adventure began, far from an enthralling tale she has imagined at first. Shipped to the isles where her father's old plantation was located, she was told to blend with the crowd, gain some color to her fair skin and pose as a prostitute.

Three weeks she has lived in the port, her natural curiosity for the unknown fading into the background to be replaced by a growing hatred toward Jamaica. Hot weather, burning sun and drunk men resumed her existence. Every night she set out on her quest for O'Sullivan, seeking him in the taverns and brothels. To the world, she was Denise, a merchant's daughter fallen from grace, using prostitution as a means to amass dubloons to return to her home in Britain. None
realized that not a single time did she bring a man up to a room.

As the first week came to its end, she settled at the Sheriff's Daughter, coming to an agreement with the owner. Rather than working for him, she was to work freelance and pay him a set price. Her hopes of seeing the Captain, meanwhile, faded away. After all, it was possible that she would have to wait for as long as a month or two.

"Where is Glenda? Mon Dieu, do I have to do everything myself?" She sighed, a pout gracing her delicate face. Sliding her hands up, she freed her waist length hair from a tight conservative bun, letting it fall about in dark brown waves, carefully framing her face. She carefully attached a pin with two pearls on each side of her head. Her gaze then dropped to the makeup on the table. Glancing at her butler's reflection, she grinned, uncovering a row of almost painfully white teeth. "Why bother pretending to be a commoner, how hard is it to figure I am not one?" She stated, the mere color of her bones suggesting her nobility. "I have blue blood written on my forehead," she argued, although Albert merely remained silent, watching her with concern. She dismissed his presence and leaned forward, carefully applying mascara on the large pair of slightly almond shaped eyes. She hesitated for a moment before sweeping a light eyeshadow over her upper eyelids to make the emerald of her orbs stand out before turning her attention to the shape of her face. It was thin and frail, her cheekbones high, all the proportions close to perfection. "Forget it, I am not using any more paint," she nodded to herself, standing up.

If anything, her greatest gift was beauty. "My lady, do you require assistance with your corset?" The man finally spoke, receiving a quick nod. "Yes, of course. It would appear these rogues like them," she sighed, pulling all the rings off of her thin fingers. Her dress was a disaster in her eyes, yet other women appeared to be jealous.

The fabric was fairly simple - fine white cotton with flowing designs. The sleeveless dress hugged her thin waistline and pressed against her flat stomach, leaving a part of the slim legs uncovered up to approximately two inches above the knees. She wore a pair of fishnet stockings, ending right under the skirt's hem with a pair of silk ribbons on each side, a pair of white high heeled leather boots riding three quarters up her shins. The corset - a fairly simple one as well, was soon tightened, changing little to her form, although it did bring her impressive chest up, causing the mounds of flesh to swell above the fabric. She then pulled on a few loose silver bracelets around her wrists and studied herself in the mirror.

With every mission, the girl felt like a part of her family's rich traditions was fading away along with her morality. "Desiree...Many men would give away all they have for your hand. Why not abandon this folly and marry," the man spoke almost pleadingly in a fatherly tone. "Albert. We have had this conversation many a time. Those men want a woman to hang on their elbow at the balls. The word posh is there to define them," she frowned, her eyes suddenly lighting up. "I want a challenge, a man to steal my breath away," she fantasized, the light quickly fading away. "Au revoir, I hope to see you tomorrow," she smiled warmly, before leaving the room and soon enough the plantation alltogether.

Ordering a carriage, she was brought to the docks, a few yards from the Sheriff's Daughter. Thanking her driver - an employee of the plantation, she set the man free for the night and slowly walked down the street, responding to the men who whistled or wink at her with an inviting grin. Entering the place, she looked around, once again expecting nothing when she found herself facing a man that momentarily took her breath away.

The stranger encompassed strength and refinement. Studying him slowly, her eyes similar to those of a cat on a nightly hunt, she felt her lips curl into a smirk. He fit the description, although there was place for doubt - after all, what were the odds of him being there that night? Moving slowly and gracefully, she made her way toward the male's table, pausing at the side facing him. "Hello there," she cooed playfully, setting one of her knees on the chair, the fabric of the dress slowly sliding along her leg, uncovering a hint of skin. She leaned in slightly, resting her chest on her arms crossed on the table. "May I steal a seat, Captain?" She wondered, her expression seductive although light hearted.
 
From the bar Donal had made his way to a table. A bottle of rum was set down in the midst of it while he sprawled comfortably in a chair. His hand was set upside down beside the bottle and the tankard was held casually in one hand. If the woman regarded him with a predatory look, it was one that was returned in a rather bold fashion. For green eyes had spied the woman soon after she’d made her way through the door. Striking features and scant garb drew his eyes like flies to honey. That svelte form garbed in corset, short skirt and stockings seemed to hold his attention like a canteen of sweet water would fascinate a man emerged from the desert, or as a wolf would regard a flank of dripping red meat.

But as she drew near enough to speak he simply grinned to her and responded “And hello to you as well.” His voice had a Celtic lilt to as it rolled off his tongue. He lofted an eyebrow to her as he inquired “And with whom do I have the distinct pleasure of speaking?” He rather teasingly noted “Although from the look of you I’m less speaking to a woman than a song.” He winked to her as he noted “And the heartbreak of every man jack in this particular tavern.”

He grinned to her as he rose from where he sat. He leaned in towards her and remarked “A seat, my heart and a handful of my coins, all I’m afraid are quite readily stolen by you.” But his arms sought to slip about her waist as he’d seek to lift her from her feet and then collecting her against himself he’d sit down to deposit her upon his lap. Evidently thinking that if she was to steal any seat it should be one upon his lap.

One hand would collect his hat and then idly set it down upon her head, tilting it slightly to the side. He grinned as he noted “There I like that.’ He leaned in towards her and sought to steal a kiss before he remarked “I’m Donnal O’Sullivan.” His arms slipped about her waist and lingered there rather firmly as his fingers idly strayed across her stomach. Casually enough he observed “You may have heard of me.”

Many had for taverns ever echoed with songs of highwaymen, rebels and pirates. At least the taverns of the lower classes. For while the privileged had their heroes in shining armour whom had inherited estates for generations, the downtrodden had merely those that took what they could from their supposed betters, be they Robin Hood or those of less supposed virtues seeking to scrape ahead in the world. Or as this particular pirate did sought a life of adventure, riches and fame.
 
For a split second, the young woman felt that her cover would be blown very soon. As a lady, despite the certain promiscuity that accompanied her work, she was used to slow classical music and pleasantries at social gatherings rather than the melody of glasses clinking against eachother and obscene regards and comments. "Nay, Captain, not only this tavern," she teased, gasping as her body was lifted from the ground without as much as a permission only to be unceremoniously placed in the male's lap. It was then that she realized how small she was in contrast with him, and how much harm a mistake or the tiniest faux pas could bring her without him as much as drawing a weapon.

"Why, your heart is quite ill guarded I must say," she laughed melodiously, uncovering her perfect teeth in a toothy grin. Truth to be told, her heart was pounding, seeking an escape route from the confines of her body. No man has ever held her that way. Such rash behavior and confidence oozing from his pores were enough to make a noble girl like her forget all about who she was and what was her purpose. Oh, a handsome devil you are, she told herself, his voice waking her from the slight daze.

"I quite enjoy it as well," she nodded to his comment with a coy smile, placing her index and middle finger against her lips before turning them to lightly place it on his own, preventing him from kissing her just yet. It seemed to her that kisses would be in abundance that night, yet her opportunities to get not only into his pants but also to the chords of his heart were far more limited.

"Call me Denise, or whatever you prefer," she simply offered, to her greatest surprise able to remember that she was not supposed to disclose her name to him. Not yet, and most likely not ever. It took a few moment for his name to register in her head, surprise briefly flashing through the pretty eyes. She slid one of her hands up to his hat, picking it up and twirling it along with her forearm as though she was bowing to him. Quickly replacing the hat onto her head, she wrapped the arm around his neck.

"I rather doubt there is a soul in this place to have never heard of you, Captain," she cooed, a false sense of admiration in her voice. A part of her was almost thankful to her superiors for sending her out there with the mission to seduce him. She slightly arched her back against his firm hands, trying to feel more of his touch, the corset making the task fairly complicated. "It is a noisy, crowded place, don't you find?" She whispered suggestively, leaning forth as she did, her lips almost touching his ones this time.
 
Donnal simply laughed as she claimed that it would not only be the men from this tavern. His eyes seemed to twinkle as he regarded her and his hand slid along the side of her body rather firmly. Strong fingers pressed to her side and moved upwards along her form as he murmured “That I’ll believe in a heartbeat. Like as not every man from miles around would be a more accurate way of putting it.” He winked “A right star you are I think. The girl every boy shall want a dance from be it a tavern or a county fair.”

He offered her an innocent look as he noted “It could be locked as tight as the Tower of London and yet I think a sweet lass like you would find a way to slip within.” He smiled to her as his hand raised and his fingers would brush against her cheek. Calloused fingers would slip along her soft tanned skin and then trail through locks of her brown hair. Idly his fingers would curl with those strands playing with them at his leisure.

The pirate seemed curious at being denied a kiss, yet a laugh sprang merrily from his lips with the flourish of the hat. “Denise then. A name to be put to so bewitching a face.” His head leaned in towards her own as her arm slipped around his neck. His forehead brushed against hers and the warmth of his breath would gently caress her skin. “But if I’m to call you anything I like, perhaps I shall call you beautiful for that you are.”

He smiled faintly as she cooed that there wasn’t a soul in this place that hadn’t heard of him. “Now you flatter me.” He felt her body shift and his hand pressed to the touch of her form greedily. The feel of her seeming to enchant him. Teasingly he chided “But you shall call me Donnal for you don’t have the look of a sailor about you.” His hand slipped downwards towards the rounded curve of her ass, and his fingers tightened as they squeezed upon it. After all when placed so close it was far too tempting for an unrepentant rogue such as himself not grasp what he wished.

With that suggestive whisper with her lips but a hair’s breath from his own, his own lips would close that scant distance. Hotly and firmly his mouth pressed to her own. He claimed her lips hungrily as he sought the feel of those soft, sweet, damp forms against his own mouth. His lips lingered against her eventually to part as he responded “It is that, lead me where you would for if you bed down in hell I’d bid the devil a good eve.”
 
The young woman was far too impressionable in spite of her delicate line of work, the pirate's words sweeping her from her feet and stealing her innocent heart without realizing it. He forced a conflict in her mind between her morality telling her to stay miles from him, her romantic spirit
telling her that men like him were an occasion of a lifetime and her cruel, calculating edge acquired over the years of work telling her to get the job done and get married to a rich, elderly gentleman.

"You flatter me so," she chriped with a soft giggle. "Beautiful will do the job," she taunted, her strikingly green eyes meeting his matching ones. She was surprised by how easy things were - no questions regarding her accent or comments on her appearance so different from the commoners were made, leaving her nothing to explain. It was almost disappointing, considering the amount of time she wasted thinking up different explanations and making up histories. Of course it would all surely come handy later on when the blinding lust faded away.

She tilted her head against his hard skin, her eyes half shut, a sensual expression printed on her face. It was as though the rest of the tavern momentarily faded away, leaving her, him and that moment. She gasped softly, feeling her cheeks grow pink despite herself when he suddenly tore her out of her thoughts with a squeeze to her round, firm rear. About to comment on the presence of others in the tavern, she bit on her lower lip, stiffling any sound.

All of a sudden, he pressed his lips against hers so hotly and hugrily she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper. "Ngh...," she groaned sofftly, her warm lips eagerly responding to his, remaining half parted as he broke the sweet kiss. "There will be no need to go that far, Donnel," she purred, his name sounding almost arousing the way it was pronounced. Kissing the corner of his lips she hopped back to her feet, takig a few steps forth. Glancing back at him with a flirtatious grin and tilted her head, motioning him to follow. At that she walked off, her hips slowly swaying from side to side.

Without waiting for him, she hurried up the stairs, ending on the last floor. There was a single room there - the only element differentiating it from the rest was the pair of French doors leading to a balcony that had quite a view upon the ocean and the joyous lights of the coast. Pushing the door open, she walked up to the balcony, staring through the doors' windows, her arms crossed underneath her large bosom. The truth behind her actions was located in fear. She was terrified of sleeping with that man simply because she wanted it more than anything at that very moment.
 
The pirate simply grinned to her “A more apt name I couldn’t think of.” His green eyes regarded her and whatever questions might linger in his mind about her presence here or details of her identity they seemed casually subsumed by the fact he wished to take her to bed. Thus all her toil and efforts to craft elaborate stories and details to satisfy her curiosity were left to the side as her striking form alone seemed to answer each and every question that sprang to mind.

Her soft gasp was heard and then the colour of her cheek was noticed. Teasingly he noted “A pretty blush you have.” He seemed to rather thoroughly enjoy the act of kissing her. For as she pulled away from him he seemed reluctant to allow her to part. Lust and desire were clearly written upon his face as he regarded her. He wanted her, and she and every other person in the tavern were likely able to see that at this particular point in time. The bulge in his britches being something of a tip off to begin with.

He watched the sway of her hips, that sensual rock seeming to fascinate him. But after a moment’s seeming hypnosis he followed after her. For he was not to let her get far from him when so freely he was offered what at that moment was his utmost desire. Thus across the tavern his boots tread and upwards along the stairs that same steady thump could be heard. He wound his way up the stairs and then entered through the open door, shutting it behind them.

Donal saw her standing upon the balcony and regarded that curvaceous form in its silhouette. His eyes lingered upon her lustily and he slipped up behind her. His arms slipped about her waist, tightening about her. Those strong arms holding her to him as his lips pressed to the arch of her neck. There his lips drifted against soft skin, his teeth nipping lightly between kisses pressed to her skin. His hips rocked forward gently, pressing the hardened form of his groin to the curve of her bottom. That thickened flesh rubbed against her as his lips traced over her neck.

His hand soon drifted upwards, one strong hand moving to cup an ample mound of flesh through the taunt form of her corset. Pressing to that supple flesh through the garment that proffered it forth. The other snaked downwards to press to the apex of her hips, slipping beneath the them of her skirt and soon brushing against the softness of her sex. Hands, body and lips pressed to her all at once, seeking their pleasure and still greater pleasures from her. If she made him burn with want for her, he seemed intent upon returning the favour.
 
While waiting every second felt like an eternity, especially there in the comforting darkness of the balcony. The chilly ocean breeze filled her lungs, sending shivers down the woman's spine. The water breaking against the shore tuned out every other sound. It was on nights like that that a lover was salvation, dissolving solitude and invading one's lonely universe. Lost in thoughts, she listened to the sound of the pirate's heavy boots clicking against the ground, the unpleasant shriek of the door as it was shut. More steps. Desiree felt goosebumps spread along her smooth skin in anticipation. She shut her eyes, trying to imagine what was to come.

The moment the distance between them was closed, his strong hard body pressing up against her frail, softer one, she had to bite on her lower lip to avoid making any sounds although a soft sigh managed to escape her full lips. Uncrossing her arms, she slid one along his forearm, her sharp although carefully manicured nails scratching his skin carefully the way a pleased cat would. She remained silent, considering that witty remarks were well for the tavern yet risked shattering the magic in the stuffy room.

The girl leaned back against her pirate, pressing up against him tightly. She was eager to feel more of him than the fabric of their clothes allowed her to, yet taking things at a slower pace, building up that incredibly sweet tension was more thann she could ask for. Her free hand slid up to her neck to push the waves of hair away while she tilted her head, giving him a complete access to her skin. When he teased her neck she couldn't help but let out soft moans, her expression the portrayal of sesuality and lust.

Her eyes darted to his hand on her breast before trailing down to his other hand slithering along her thighs, fabric of her stockings quickly replaced by the smooth skin. When he reached her sex she couldn't help but let out a higher pitched gasp, her cheeks growing crimson in the darkness. His touch, no matter how fleeting or brief, brought her to the seventh heaven and beyond. By that point, every cell in Desiree's body was longing for him, the desire growing almost painful.

Along with desire grew frustration of not being able to please him due to her position, making her body heat up steadily. Searching for a way to have more contact with him, she slid her free hand to the one on her chest, placing her palm on top of it, delivering his hand a squeeze. Her rear meanwhile grinded up against the bulge in his pants, curious to discover whether it would grow bigger yet. His skilled hands and lips brought her pleasure no other man ever has, lighting a fire before getting to the act.
 
The pirate felt that soft and sweetly shaped form pressed against him. He wanted her, and needed her now as lust raced through each fibre of his being. His lips pressed to her neck, and suckled gently upon her flesh. His teeth bit her lightly and then a bit more firmly as they strayed over that soft skin. He heard her moans and they simply seemed to encourage him to seek to leave her shivering and squirming with desire. His lips were firm and damp as they pressed to her skin, and some might shy from the thought of leaving a mark but he seemed to release it as his teeth and lips left the mark of his passage upon her.

His fingers slid along the curve of her breast. They tighten upon it to cup and fondle that luscious mound. His hand fast upon her, but teasingly his thumb would slip beneath the cusp of her corset to let his thick digit stroke against the sensitive nub of her nipple. Gently his thumb would rock against it, tracing a circle about its base and slipping back and forth over its swelling form.

His hand had sought out the lisp of her sex, and he found that heated flesh. There his rough fingers would slip along those bedewed and soft folds. Rubbing back and forth they stroked against her soft petals as they heat of her seemed to build with his touch, till it seemed his fingers pressed in against a furnace. He’d grind his fingers down upon her clit, pressing to that puffy flesh and stroking it rather gently. Thus he teased her as his fingers slowly began to dip just within her. He parted those soft folds with twin digits and they slowly stroked against the walls of her sex.

He felt the grind of her ass against that throbbing bulge. Eagerly his body responded in kind. His hips pressed to hers, as they bodies came together. The stiffened form of his cock grinding to the curve of her ass. It stiffened further, as blood rushed to engorge it. Its aroused state of impressive girth and length. His hips pressed to her with increasing want. His lips seemed to work and finally part as he rather urgently remarked “Bend over.” Perhaps meaning the rail of the balcony, or the bed. Such was his state he likely didn’t care which.
 
The young prostitute winced as he sucked upon her flesh, causing blood to rush to the spot in a pleasant wave. Just as she has always imagined, pirates seemed to be able to satisfy a woman without losing that awfully sexy roughness and carnal ferocity. If eliciting her moans was his goal, he achieved it without much effort. His warm lips on her skin were ecstasy on their own, his seemingly experienced calloused fingers arousing beyond imaginable. Her body was his for the night, no protest escaping the plump lips regarding the mark, a part of her almost proud to bear it despite the knowledge that so many others were able to bear it before her.

His hand cupping the soft curve of her chest was sheer bliss, despite the layer of fabric separating him from her. When his thumb brushed against her hardened bud, she winced slightly, the coarse corset irritating the sensitive skin and pushing it to yearn for an escape from the strict confines of the dress. Her hand on top of his decided to make him understand what she needed, urging his one to slide deeper underneath the cloth until his hand was right on top of her breast.

Meanwhile, his hand venturing further into the moist warmth of her hairless womanhood's outline elicited a low growl on her behalf, her body ready welcome him the moment his fingers grazed her sensitive clitoris, causing her to twitch. As his fingers pushed into her, a breathless moan caught in her throat, sending jolts of electricity along her spine. By that point, she couldn't help but imagine what his impressive manhood would feel like when burried deeply inside of her. As he grinded against her backside, she couldn't help but wonder how his trousers managed to hold back his erection without ripping from the pressure.

All of a sudden he spoke, uttering a simple although urgent demand, one she was more than happy to comply with. Following a split second of hesitation, she let her inhibition to falter and executed his wish, taking a step forth to bend over, resting on top of the ramp. Quickly checking its stability, she appeared satisfied and her hands slid back to her rear, slowly sliding the skirt up her firm buttocks, uncovering her lack of undergarnments and exposing herself to him.
 
Donal naturally wasn’t prepared to assert that pirates could roughly satisfy any woman - just that he could. His lips pressed to her neck and his teeth grazed her skin. He tasted her and left his mark upon her flesh as arousal soon was written upon his features. He seemed well versed in stimulating women and if this particular woman was his for no more than a night, he seemed to wish it to be a night worth remembering.

He felt his hand urged further beneath her corset and obligingly that strong hand pressed under the corset to let his hand directly cup that rounded globe of flesh. Gently he’d seek to tug it free from the confinement of the garment while his fingers dug into its shapely form. The calloused pads of his fingers kneaded into her flesh, his hand greedily pressing to its ample expanse as he felt that warm body pressing against him.

His other fingers soon found themselves sticky with the dampness of her sex. His fingers elicited those breathless moans that seemed to leave her squirming with each touch against her. Gently but firmly his fingers jutted within her. He pressed into those soft folds and let his fingers swirl about stroking against that dampened sex. Yet he seemed satisfied now that she was ready for him. His hand slipped back to his waist and there belt and then britches were each undone rather hastily and shoved downwards as she leaned forwards.

As his pants dropped to the floor the thickened forth of his cock jutted forth like a lance through the night. Its lust swollen form pressing to those now bared cheeks of her ass. He leaned forwards and that turgid prick was lustily ground against her luscious form. But clearly unable to deny himself any longer, that broad head of his cock was brought to the soft damp lips of her sex. His hands drifted to her hips as his own body surged towards her. His cock was thus thrust within her, its aroused form parting silken lips and plunging eagerly into the damp velveteen folds of her sex. That large thick form pumped within her, claiming her in that most primal of acts as his body and hers joined at the waist.
 
Desiree bit on her lower lip, hardly able to wait. Finally, she felt his hard warmth press against her soft skin, grinding against her wet womahood. A part of her was almost afraid of sheltering all of him, seeing how much thicker and longer he was than any other man she has ever gotten the occasion to sleep with. All of a sudden the woman's thoughts were interrupted by the male's her pressed against her entrance and a split second later he filled her in an incredibly painful although pleasant thrust. Shutting her eyes, she let out a fairly loud moan that bordered a scream as she felt his flesh stretch out her tight sex. She winced, glancing back at him almost questioningly when she remembered her role - of course, she was supposed to be a prostitute, the kind of woman expected to be used to male presence within her.

"A-ah, it hurts," she gasped for air, her hands clenching tighter on the ramp. She looked down at the clay tiles trailing beneath the balcony, ending with a view of the street and the docks. From the ships or even a few yard from where they were the couple were fully visible, her freed breast pressed against the cold metal of the ramp. Strangely enough, despite its obscenity, the knowledge that people could be watching their act of supposed intimacy made her body burn.

Her hands slid up to cup her breasts, freeing the second one from her dress. Fondling the mounds of flesh that were too big to fit her small thin hands, she played with her nipples slowly, tugging and squeezing the sensitive buds. Her body meanwhile grew accustomed to the intrusion, once again eager to feel it move.

"Make me scream, Captain," she whispered huskily, glancing back at the male briefly, curious what his expression would look like. Usually she avoided looking at the men she slept with, yet with him she felt like a little girl ready for anything to please the object of her desire.
 
Donal heard the loud groan that escaped the whore’s lips as he entered her. His thick cock pressed into that taunt passage and he felt her stretching around him as he pressed within her. If he wasn’t rather caught up in the act of fucking her that might seem slightly strange, after all your average prostitute had been rammed full more often than his sips cannons. Yet he was hardly one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Thus into that tight gasp of her sex he thrust, that strong form pressed to the curve of her ass. The solid form of his abdominals crushed against the sweet swell of her bottom with each eager entry within her.

Her statement that it hurt seemed slightly out of place as well. But quite naturally he simply shrugged that off with a bit of self congratulatory thinking along the lines of ’well I do have a large prick’. His hands held her body close against his own. His fingers greedily seeking their place upon her alluring form. His hand tightened upon her bosom while the other pressed into the rounded curve of her thigh. His hips smacked forward to the rather lewd sound of flesh meeting flesh. His cock was pumped inside her, a vehement and forceful act. It was pressed deeper within that slick passage as he used her body.

As her head turned back towards him, he leaned in to her and kissed her rather hotly. His mouth pressed to her, kissing her in an impassioned fashion. His eyes gleamed with lust as he murmured “oh you’ll scream’ half into her mouth before kissing her again. His hand pawed at her ass and his body pressed into her as his lips came to her own. “Now my sweet Denise..show me what a good whore you are.”

His hips smacked into her as his lips caressed her own rather aggressively. The green eyed pirate let his hand part from where it had fondled her ass to smack it rather firmly as he entered her from behind. Teasingly he suggested “You’ve a body to die for, what can you do with it hmm?” Just as she’d asked him to make her scream he seemed to challenge her to bring him to the heights of pleasures.
 
Desiree parted her lips as she saw her Captain lean in, her eyes seemingly lost in a daze while her face seemed drunk with lust. Her gentle although forceful lips eagerly met his in a fiery kiss, a grin spreading across her lips as he told her that she would scream. For a reason or another, she didn't doubt his words for a second. Already his cock hammering into her brought her an incredible amount of mixed pleasure, the sounds of their bodies smacking against eachother to become one entity increasing her arousal greatly. The entire act was so savage, so vulgar and carnal, pushing her to foget all about the high morality preached by all that she couldn't help but adore it. In a sick, twisted way it felt like freedom.

Despite its volatility, the thought was comforting while it lasted. Her hands caressed his grip on hers, urging him to be rougher with her, to have no pity for the soft supple body. Her unspoken demand was granted as his hand firmly came down upon the smooth skin of her rear, causing her to let out a loud growl. "Oh, I would," she whispered between gasps and kisses, her breathing already ragged. "But I can't do much bent over this," she murmured, another low moan escaping her lips.

After a while, she felt like even the solid ramp made of iron wouldn't be able to hold for much longer. Deciding to ignore it, she put her fairly undivided attention into the kiss, only seldom breaking it to gasp for air or let out another sound of pleasure. The satisfaction he brought to her was unprecedented, causing her body to respond in ways she did not know it was capable of. She felt herself grow tense, her lower body almost throbbing while her knees grew weaker, making it hard for her to stand.

A part of her was wondering if she was about to have her first orgasm - her odd symptoms appearing to match the description given to her by some of her quite happily married acquaintances. "You are so incredibly good, Donnel," she gasped softly, biting on his lower lip before letting her tongue brush across it. Suddenly she heard cheers coming from the street, causing her to briefly pull away. "There are people," she commented before leaning in for another kiss, leaving the choice of staying on the balcony or not to him.
 
If she wanted to scream he seemed quite intent upon granting her that particular wish. His lips forcefully pressed to her own, and his teeth caught her lower lip and bit down upon it. He tugged upon that lips while his hips rather roughly hammered into her. His body collided with her backside, as each thrust deeply ploughed his member into that taunt passage. He stretched her and filled her. Her wet folds being forced to take him within. Slowly he sought to press himself entirely within her.

Faster, harder, deeper that seemed to be the manner in which he claimed her. That large cock being rammed into her, until it would fill her entirely and its tip would collide with cervix. Roughly his prick would test that barrier as it filled her depths. His hips were constant in their motion, moving back and then smacking forward in that sinuous and instinctive grind. It was no gentle act, but one of primal want fuelled by lust and no small quantity of rum.

His lips found hers again as their mouths pressed one to the other. He tasted that sweet kiss and felt the pleasant brush of her dampened pillows of flesh and the soft, slippery form of her tongue. Every last moan or gasp into his mouth was heard as it seemed to encourage him to be more rough with her. His penetrations rammed that cock into her roughly, as he now all but crushed her forwards against that iron ramp she leaned against as he could feel her body growing tense.

As it was pointed out to him that there were people watching, he raised his hand to wave to those on the street. But thereafter that same hand roughly descended downwards to rather firmly slap upon the roundness of her ass. His hand pressed into that rounded form and thereafter he murmured “If you can do little bent over like that..” He slowly within drew from within her and took a step back from the window. His prick remained throbbing and slickened with her dampness “Now impress me.” He stated with a teasing grin.
 
It didn't take long for screams of pleasure and partially pain to fill the loud streets of Port Royal. The cheering, drunken people laughed as the captain waved at those on the street, gawking at the young woman's fall from grace - although mainly her luscious breasts and pretty ecstasy filled face, before moving on to other taverns and quite often the Sheriff's Daughter in hopes to get what he was having.

Desiree, meanwhile, lost in the deep pleasure hardly noticed anything that went down on the coast of Jamaica, whimpering and moaning as he rammed so deeply into her that she was certain he would tear her apart. Her body shook against the ramp, almost throwing her off if it hadn't been for his tight grasp on her body. It was somewhere between the bewildered, rough kisses and the slap upon her rear that the girl felt her body tremble slightly, before suddenly releasing in a wave of heat and unprecedented sensations that ran through her.

All of a sudden, he pulled away from her and she could have sworn she felt warm liquid trail down her thigh. Standing up, the area between her legs still stinging from his impressive presence, she turned around and walked up to him slowly, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. She grinned and leaned in to deliver him a light, fleeting kiss the fabric of her dress pressing up against his impressive cock. Glancing down at it when she felt him poke her, she licked her lips, a hugry expression in her eyes.

For a moment she considered pushing him back onto the bed and riding him with all the strength left in her frail little body, yet another idea came to the girl's mind that would give her a break from the torturous pleasure. "Alright," she cooed, kissing down his jaw and to his neck, delivering his skin a tentative bite, probing for a reaction. "Since you're still standing...," she whispered with a suggestive grin and kisses down his neck before dropping to her knees, facing his shaft.

Her hand slid around him at his base, getting covered in her own juices that covered him slick. "I'll show you what my mouth can do, instead," she purred and leaned forward, her skilled tongue slowly trailing over the sensitive tip, rubbing up against the spots she learnt were most pleasurable. It seemed that quite a few men in the higher ranks enjoyed fellatio, and all enjoyed her giving it to them. Raising her eyes at the man, she watched him while her tongue trailed further down, licking every inch of him clean. Her hand followed her movements, sliding along his flesh in slow yet firm back and forth movements. Soon enough she was partially done with her teasing and leaned onto him, taking an inch or two into her mouth before returning her head to an upward position only to take two inches more with the next thrust, at the moment pausing there, letting her tongue please him while he was still in her mouth.
 
Donal heard her screaming just as he promised she would. Not to mention that nearly everyone in the building and apparently well down the street did as well. If other’s saw his copulation with the woman who gave her name as Denise.. Those cries filled his ears and he grinned, a measure of pride and vanity being taken in his ability to provoke such a reaction from her.

He fucked her hard and deep, and the sweet sounds of her moans filled his ears. He felt her shudder and spasm through her orgasm. The clench of her sex and the release of that gush of hot honey-like fluids to slicken his prick was felt. He winked to her as he remarked “I told you I’d make you scream for me didn’t I?” His hand would drift along the curve of her body, his fingers trailing over her as she stood before him.

Donal saw that hungry expression in her eyes and the manner with which she licked her lips was strangely alluring. His hand drifted over her body as he felt that luscious form press to him and his stiffened cock brushed against her body. He developed a fairly good idea of what of what was to follow as her lips pressed to her jaw and then his neck and downward yet still. The grin that graced his lips certainly indicated that he rather liked where she was going.

His hand came to her cheek and slid across it. His fingers would soon tangle in locks of her hair as he toyed with soft strands of it. “Mmm show me what you can do with it.” He echoed and then grinned as he added “I want to see you drink my cum.” His prick was yet hard and throbbing from their earlier rather eager exertions. Now he gazed down at her and while one hand strayed through her hair, the other drifted along her neck. His fingers sliding over that soft skin.

His green eyes gleamed with lust. His eyes lingered on her shapely form as he felt her tongue stroking against his cock. He felt that soft damp tongue sliding over his harden flesh and cleansing him of her fluids. He groan softly as he felt her hand pumping his prick as her lips closed around him and began to take more and more of its form within her mouth. He smiled to her as he murmured “More..”
 
The woman grinned at his statement, shrugging briefly. "I never doubted you," she murmured, listening to his dirty words. They turned her on, making it hard for the girl not to jump at him and go for another round. More, he said and she eagerly obeyed, despite the male's impressive size. Each time she lowered her head an additional inch made its way into her mouth until she felt the hard, throbbing cock of his slide down her throat and her lips almost touched his base.

Desiree could feel tears form in the corners of her eyes from the light pain that came along with his pleasure, yet continued. She didn't have the slightest hint of a gag reflex, which was quite a blessing as she came to discover. Her hand briefly rested flat against the lower part of his stomach while she looked up at him, cocking an eyebrow, curious whether he enjoyed it or not.

She then slowly pulled him out of her mouth almost fully before returning her head to his base at roughly the same pace. Soon enough, her tongue came into play, rubbing up against the middle of his shaft as roughly as the soft muscle could. Steadily she built up to a rhythm that accelerated as time went by. Her hand moved along with her head to maximize the pleasure, twisting the skin gently whenever she reached the spot.

Her free hand meanwhile slid over her bared breasts, tugging on the hard nipples and squeezing the large mounds of flesh. Soon enough growing bored with her chest, she slid her hand to her boots, pulling them off and tossing the back into the room to be at least a little more comfortable. Her hand then trailed along her thighs, pulling the dress up briefly before sliding between her legs to caress her wet pussy, her fingers making their way into her body. Soon enough soft sensual whimpers mixed into the sounds in the background, the girl growing aroused yet again.
 
Donal heard he assurance that she’s never doubted him before her lips became rather otherwise occupied. The press of her lips downwards along his shaft as she took him deeply towards the back of his throat produced a gasp from his lips. Pleasure coursed rather readily through him and as he felt the brush of those soft damp lips and the envelopment of her warm mouth a moan parted from his mouth. Seemly involuntarily his hips would press forwards to grind his groin towards her face.

Were sound alone not enough to determine that he rather enjoyed her current efforts, his expression was not doubt more than enough to confirm it. For lust was written across his features, and with each press of his cock into the back of her throat his expression would twitch with the jolt of pleasure that seemed to race through his senses. His lips seemed to part as though intendin to say something. Although he seemed to have difficulties concentrating on something so elaborate as that.

Donal’s breath began to quicken as her hand and mouth acted in conjunction to bob her head along his shaft. The steady rhythm of the suckling of her lips and the stroke of her fingers along his prick seemed to rather steadily bring him to the bring of release. His cock throbbed, blood engorged and swollen with lust. His eyes remained rather fixed upon her, as the steady throb of his prick and the manner in which he drew breath both seemed to tell that her efforts were soon to be suitably rewarded. The salty taste of precum would already be spilling from the eye of his cock and smearing against her lips and tongue.

His eyes would spy her playing with her chest and then her sex in turn as her mouth was fixated upon servicing him. His own rather rough hand would press to her chest. His fingers soon engulfing rather urgentlyt one of those large mounds of flesh. Calloused fingers would tighten around that flesh, gripping and squeezing it as pleasure course through him. Donal’s thumb would stroke against its nipple as his member throbbed seemingly aching for that impending release.
 
Desiree looked at the male, assessing her success through those sweet sounds and his expression. She almost grinned as she noticed that he appeared to be on the verge of saying something yet nothing but silence escaped. Such reactions only pushed the young woman to increase her efforts, pushing her to do everything in her capacities to please the pirate before her. She would make him believe that she truly was a prostitute, even if it was for nothing but a brief while.

The slurping sounds mixed with soft whimpers of hers as she felt the male’s hand slither down to her chest, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Those calloused fingers seemed to know what they were doing at any given time, despite the fact that the throbbing of his cock should have impaired his movements at least partially. Deciding that she didn’t please him enough, Desiree put all of her knowledge of male anatomy and her tongue’s experience into play.

Her tongue lightly flicked against his one each time she moved down, slowly applying pressure and massaging him in slow motions. Her lips left rings of lipstick on his shaft, offering her quite an arousing view. The salty taste of pre-cum soon filled her mouth, causing the woman to growl softly, clearly pleased. She pulled her head up and kissed down the thick length, her lips traveling down to his balls.

Once there, she delivered him light kisses, taking each into her mouth to suck on them, her tongue rubbing up against the skin. She then licked back up in a slow line along the middle of his shaft, the tip of her tongue trailing along him. Once at the top, she smeared the pre-cum across her full lips before licking it off, an almost hungry expression returning to her face as she engulfed him once again, the bobbing of her head growing faster and harder.
 
Donal found himself rather captivated by the pleasures that were offered to him by this rather buxom whore. He delighted in her flesh and also in the feel of her mouth about him. Her full lips now rather engaged in skilfully suckling his cock seemed rather entirely convincing so far as establishing her cover went. His breath was quickened with each slurp of her lips around him. The taunt feel of her lips pleased him undeniably. He wanted her and the sweet release that her lips seemed to promise him with their every coaxing touch upon his flesh.

As his body seemed to surge wit want, his hand roamed over her. His fingers greedily seeking out the ample form of her breast and tightening about it. His fingers squeezed and pressed into her chest lustily. Then they’d focus on those tiny nubs, his fingers tightening around them to pluck and stroke upon them. Each touch endeavouring to cause their further arousal and to send a shiver through her form. Rather greedily his hand cupped each breast, molding her flesh to his eager grasp. His calloused fingers delighting in the feel of that soft, luscious body.

His lips emitted a moan and a groan as he twitched slightly as she suckled upon those sensitive orbs. Rather potent surges of pleasure shot through him as she stimulated his testicles. Thereafter, the pressure of her lips and tongue as they slid over his engorged shaft caused his prick to throb rather needily. As her head bobbed his breath quickened until she’d feel that telling twitch which was matched by a rather deep groan as his seed exploded into her mouth.

His semen gushed forth from the eye of his cock. Sticky, white, warm strands of fluid spilled forth into those waiting lips coating them and her tongue in turn before rushing towards the back of he throat. A steady jet of cum shot forth into her bobbing mouth as he came rather forcefully within her. His features were rather clearly written with pleasure as his essence spilled into her, a broad grin gracing lips as he murmur “Oh god so good.” half in a daze.
 
The man’s groan matched with the woman’s as his seed began to fill her mouth. Moving her head down a few inches so that he would touch the back of her throat, she hungrily swallowed every drop of his semen, her eyes never leaving him. It was beyond satisfying to be able to elicit such a reaction on behalf of such a tough looking man, especially considering the amount of women he clearly has been with. Dozens? Hundreds? She dismissed the trivial questions, reminding herself not to get caught up in her emotions or feelings. Certainly, he was the first man to bring her the overwhelming sensations that came with an orgasm, yet it was hardly a reason to wish for more.

His comment made her grin as she slowly pulled him out of her mouth. Pushing the thick, impressive shaft against his stomach, she licked the man clean, delivering him a few more light kisses before pulling back, a satisfied expression on her face. Her hands slowly dragging along his stomach and chest the woman slowly returned to her feet, her expression still filled with the same lust as it had been earlier. She was well rested and good for another round. “So, Captain,” she purred, her fingers trailing a line down his chest.

“Are you going to set me free for the night, or will you set me free from these clothes instead?” She murmured, delivering his neck a gentle nip, the tip of her tongue grazing his skin as she kissed up his neck and toward his jaw. Her arms meanwhile slid around the male’s waist loosely, her soft, bare breasts pressed up against his chest. The fact that he was still dressed and so was she was at the same time arousing and irritating. On one hand, they pleased each other without having to drop many clothes, on the other she longed to see more of that strong, manly form.

Gently, she pushed him toward the bed – that was surprisingly soft for a bed belonging to such an awful institution. “I most certainly would prefer the latter,” she pointed out in her seductive voice, referring to her previous question.
 
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