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The Skies Wasn't The Limit (ghastygoo & Libertine)

The crimson woman had barely begun to sink into the pleasure, to allow it to sweep her away from the complications of what really was happening. This felt so amazing but at the same time, it was wrecking who she was. It was making her just another submissive woman. She still had her crew and her ship, but would their respect stay after this? The men were loyal to a point...even without being threatened. Anger was only her call to action, not a forced punishment on her ship. Perhaps the back of her mind was at ease with this, knowing she would be accepted still. The question was what Andrew would do with her after this. Would he fuck her then kill her? Keep her prisoner? Or leave her be?

Her breath hitched as her eyes rolled back slightly, body shivering beneath his once again several times when his mouth left her wet entrance. Now would come the real pain and yet, the real pleasure. Amelia gazed at him silently, lips parted ever so slightly in thought. But she could find no meaningful words nor arguments. Her strength was her forte, not words.

With a silent voice and a still body, no struggle offered nor able to be given even if she wanted to, Amelia watched Andrew slip off his belt and pull his pants down. It was no lie she's seen a man before. Just never been with one really. But he was impressive, she had to admit, and it looked like his lust and excitement alone had gotten him hard enough to be throbbing. Waiting to take her only real gift a selfish pirate could give. Amelia was no stranger to pain and her mind had already flipped from anger and fright to cold acceptance and almost... Uncaring. Which she certainly made known after another moan was forced from her, the slight pain as his cock entered her quickly ebbing away. She gripped his shirt once more, this time pulling him closer.

"What do you intend after this, pirate... I demand you tell me or else I might just sink my fangs straight into your neck... And seeing as your attatched to me in more ways than one right now, you have no excuse."
 
Andrew was quite surprised when Amelia suddenly grabbed hold of his shirt again. She had gone into a sort of submissive slump in accepting what was going on, so the sudden change definitely caught the man offer guard. He liked it of course, seeing the passion that she tried so hard to keep hidden from him. Only coming out now when she tried to show her anger. If only she tied to show that passion through moans and lusty cries, but Andrew wasn't expecting that from this situation.

But how to answer? Looking down at the woman as his hips continued to move, continued to thrust his cock in and out of her tight and wet pussy. The way her inner walls stretched and strained around the invading member would of made lesser men cum on the spot. And Andrew wasn't exactly boasting either, if he had just started as hard and fast as possible he probably would be cumming now as well. So the answer was simple at first, leaning down to force another kiss to Amelia's lips. Slowly pulling back with a smirk before speaking.

“Go ahead, I'll do the same.” Andrew stated before bringing his face to her neck, though instead of biting into it he would kiss at the flesh. She would feel a little teeth as a joke but he was more adamant to suck at her skin, to groan into it as he pressed his hips to her. The movement down below starting to pick up speed as the desire for more grew.
 
Andrew still seemed to think this all a big joke, as usual. His behavior placed him above all others, and at the risk of making a pun, one could say he was certainly the most cocky. Amelia couldn't keep the shudders at bay, but the soft moans from his thrusting, the pleasure building as the pain vanished, her walls trying to grip him or force him out... She could contain those to some extent. "You think this is a jo-" Her quickly cut her off by kissing her, after which her blush intensified but her anger began to flame up once more. She bit on his lip, dragging as he pulled away to her neck so his own would begin to bleed.

He was only this close because her hand had pulled him there. Now, she pushed him away, not exactly squirming to get him out of her but at least off of her neck. Despite the circumstances, the pyre she imagined being out for his dead body was burning in her eyes, a slow, malicious grin forced through the somewhat lusty expression. There was the devil there, any man could see it.

Her canine teeth, as well as a few in the immediate vicinity, were lightly sharpened. She had no teeth like a barracuda but she could use them as weapons. And that's what she did now, suddenly using the very last of her strength, the adrenaline storage, to over power and push him so Andrew was now being sat on, effectively making her in a position to ride him. But she did not move, her coat draping over their partially naked bodies to hide to an onlooker what might be happening. And as quick as possible, her growl returned and teeth hit skin. There was a sick sound of tearing and puncturing, four teeth going straight into Andrew's neck and clamping down.

But she had missed his jugular by a mere inch.
 
Now he was tasting his own blood, though it was rare it definitely wasn't the first time. She really did nip at him, a little strange but definitely called for in this situation. The way he joked and belittled her obviously would have some response. However he wasn't expecting the following actions that Amelia would muster. To him he thought he had won, that he had over powered her and practically drained her of whatever fight was left in her. Oh how he was wrong.

Before long the two were sitting upright, Amelia practically impaling herself on his cock as she leaned forwards to face him fact to face. The intensity and rage in her eyes almost off setting for a second before the woman moved, true to her word she brought her mouth to his neck, going right into the left side and actually biting.. And biting hard. Andrew's eyes opening wide to feel the sudden pain, his arms quickly coming up and around to grab her by the shoulder and back of the head in an initial response to pull her off.

However he didn't, and instead he too kept his word, leaning in and biting at her exposed neck, much to the same degree to puncture and tear at the outer layer of skin. Of course as the two bit each other, as the two seemed to fight yet again, Andrew's hips started to move. Unable to give Amelia the long thrusts he had given her earlier, the man started to rotate his hips, to swirl his cock around inside of her, getting a few inches out before pushing them back up. It was a rather strange mixture of pleasure and pain, something Andrew truly hadn't experienced before in his life.
 
The sudden pain in her neck too forced her to groan, and then a moan replacing it as his hips moved steadily to perhaps get her to weaken. He was wrong. She had let him take her virginity as a distraction. A ruse to be his own downfall and hopefully, death. Even if she had to do it tooth and claw like a real demon. His movements, to try and get her off, to thrust into her, only angered the woman further. Amelia tore, her good arm digging nails into his shoulder as her teeth began to literally tear the flesh from his skin with another sickening rip. His blood was filling her mouth, a metallic and warm taste that to many would cause them to lose their stomach. It only served to spur her on. A victory she could taste, and if Andrew wasn't going to move in the next second, her teeth would take out his jugular too.

"Fuckin... RGHHH!" She forced herself off him, her legs scrabbling with his. Her boots were attempting to pin his legs down for leverage to force her off of his cock, to be free and to run. Fleeing was the second option, if killing him down did not work.
 
Now there was a level of fun in all of this, and then there was a level worry. Amelia having gotten her second wind and really trying to kill him again. Of course Andrew didn't blame her, he had just taken her virginity. So when her teeth started to dig further his hands would act, the one grabbing the back of her head starting to pull back and get her to get off of his neck. The woman furious and now painted in a way with his blood. The wound he gave her wasn't as deep but she would be bleeding from the side of her neck as well. He would definitely need to use one of the rejuv pacts once this was all over. She played this game quite well though, it almost felt like she gave him her virginity as a lure instead of him taking it from her after such a move like this.

Once her teeth were clear of his neck he would practically throw her off of himself, a hand of his going to his neck to press to the wound as the other grabbing the pistol that was still on his loosened belt. Quickly pulling it out before aiming it at Amelia that was now a couple feet away from him. “Go back to your ship before I put a hole into that pretty face of yours for breaking our code.” Andrew stated, soon getting up with the pistol still pointed at Amelia. The hand that was at his neck went down to his pants, keeping them from fall down his legs. He would reorganize and use one of the pacts once Amelia was gone, gods did that bite fucking hurt.
 
Once all was said and done, Amelia had staggered to her feet, her mouth, teeth and front of her ripped shirt absolutely drenched in dark red blood. Her eyes were feral, and she looks like she had come straight from hell now. Her shirt might be torn, but she had her leather armor brace beneath. She also had only the front of her pants cut, which could be easily concealed. She pulled these on now, seeming almost normal clothing wise but for blood being everywhere. His sound would bleed out if he weren't careful, her own neck barely having any. The pain was bad but she had a high level of tolerance with that.

"I broke no code, I merely stopped my own humiliation from becoming worse. You may think you lead a life of superiority...." And here her voice was near raspy with the force of the growling and screaming. "...but in the end we are all human. Think on that. I could've drawn my pistol and shot you dead without the thrill of the swordfight."

With that dark news, she fled up the stairs, bursting out into the bright daylight, all eyes turned on her as she appeared from the darkness below, bloodstained and with an obviously limp arm, but appearing the victor. Both crews, the merchants..: they saw the crimson stains. "Men, unhook this vessel, we're leaving. I want no rabble about the booty." She swept quickly onto the ship, taking the wheel and pulling the ship away.

Within mere minutes, they were gone from sight.
 
“It's that hard for you to admit defeat isn't it?” Andrew asked once Amelia threw out her insults and justifications for what happened, what she could of done, what she should of. But the fact remained that she didn't. She collected herself and was off, his pistol following her till she escaped up above. He sighed once she was gone, quick to pull out another rejuv pact and inject himself. The wound on his neck slowly closing up.

After a few moments he would come up to day light as well, daggers back in place, sword and pistol on his belt. Everyone seemed confused and surprised, seeing how Amelia left without taking anything. The first assumption was that she had won, but seeing Andrew come out the way he did who really won? “Well, let's get the rest of the booty and get out of here boys!” Andrew shouted loudly, his men giving out hearty shouts and cries before continuing like they had been before Amelia showed up. Andrew going over to his jacket, picking it up before twirling it around and onto his shoulder, soon making his way over to the side of the ship looking out and watching the Aguila soaring off into the distance.

Once the looting was taken care of the Gale Pirates went their own way as well, leaving the poor merchant vessel to limp it's way to the nearest island for repairs. Andrew took his crew straight to the nearest trading port however, all the magnificent cargo needed to be sold off for money first. And once that was out of the way the Gale Pirates were celebrating, right to the tavern to drink and feast after a days hard earned raid. Andrew drinking with his men but found himself thinking of Amelia. He had been with women before so why was she still on his mind? Was it just the fire in her eyes, the way she fought back? Or was it the very fact that Amelia was Amelia? No woman he had met before was such a pirate like her. And here he was, having taken her for himself. The thought made the man grin. When would their paths cross again?
 
It was now several days after the incident on the merchant vessel, her crew having returned back to their headquarters with no damage to the Aguila. Amelia was in fact the only one affected, and for that, she was grateful. There was a hidden compassion beneath the surface for her crew, and at rare moment it would show when she split the treasure evenly among all of them, including herself. Not to mention allowing them to bring up families if they so wished on their island.

Amelia had taken mostly to becoming reclusive, visited only by her trusted first mate in her quarters. They would talk for a time, Spencer having brought her a bottle of whiskey from their stores today and handing it to her. One of her loves was a good amount of alcohol, and a bonus if it tasted faintly of apples. He sat quietly and watched as she leaned over and accepted it, uncorking the top and drinking slowly straight from the glass, her feet propped up and crossed on the desk before her. The captain's quarters contained two huge oaken chests with her treasure, and various bits of machinery littered the place as well as maps and navigation equipment.

"Spencer, I think it's high time we did ourselves a favor and got rid of those Gale pirates." Her left arm was currently in a sling. "I've had enough of their goddamn meddling and the air seems to be shrinking with the two of us in it. At the very least, their captain has got to die." She stared over at her first mate, seeming to be possessed of all seriousness.
 
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