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Of Poets and Pirates: demorica and the Gladiator

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Of Poets and Pirates

The water churned in the wake of many oars as the black ship cut through the water. The black sails were down now, as the ship tore towards shore. Standing a mid ships Captain Owen Breaker, nicknamed iron hand, from the basket hilted saber he wore at his right hip, showing his left handedness, just yet one more thing for people to underestimate him for. The Captain was not a huge man, but smaller, wirey and quick. He did not need to be 400 pounds to slit a man’s throat, just faster than he was. As many bigger would be captains of the Black Death had learned.
Ironhand gave his orders in quiet tones as they closed in on a merchant vessel. Their lookout wasn’t even awake… This would be easy. One of his men snickered aloud at the pitiful ship they were approaching, and out came ironhand’s saber, the hilt and its basket guard smacking the man upside the head. The sailor fell to the ground holding his jaw but knowing better than to cry out. Owen raised the saber high and then brought it down and the ship lept forward the oars churning as the longship’s ram slammed into the side of the merchant vessel and the pirates swarmed over the sides. The battle was on. In truth the battle wasn’t very difficult, the few defenders were soon killed or surrendered and soon the ship was in custody of the crew of the Black Death. The sailors of the merchant vessel were swiftely secured or executed according to their value.
“Put her ashore, we need fresh water.” Breaker called and the longship moved into the beach smoothly. "Theres another merchant that won't be sellin no goods." Ironhand said smerking to himself.
 
Dahlia Winters a rather young half-elf girl of the village nearby was already awake and had snuck out of her home early in the morning and was walking toward the beach slowly, listening to everything around her, soon able to smell the sea water and hear the breeze coming through the trees. She was not too tall, maybe about 5 foot 3 inches, and only about 110 pounds at most, human appearance she looked to be about 19, while she was actually 58. Her hair was long and straight, but the color was not like the rest, browns and blonds, she on the other hand had dark red hair and soft pearly white skin, all these features seemed to bring out her crystal blue eyes. At the moment she wore a long black skirt with slits up the side to her mid thigh for easy movement, no shoes, and a dark red corset tied tightly around her slender figure and pushing up her C cup breasts a little.

Once to the shore she looked out and her eyes widened when she saw the pirate vessel at the shore, and within a second a man who had gotten off the ship spotted her and hurried to tell the others, yelling back to his ship about the girl. And within seconds she turned to run and warn the village as long as they didn’t catch up to the girl first.
 
Get her,” one of the sailors called and a sworm of black clad men charged after her. None of the human men could catch her. No the one who caught up to her was fareborn, with long black hair and green eyes. The elven outlaw he who was called dark elf by his people was the one to take down the girl. He slammed into her taking her down his hand covering her mouth so no one would hear her scream. He had her secured yanking her to her knees one hand around her middle his weight on her lower legs as he held her from behind. The other men circled the two combatants, ready to step in, but knowing at the moment the black death’s first mate needed no assistance. “Your ours now.” He snarled in hr ear, his tongue dancing along the outer shell of that most delicate of elven aroginous zones. There were smirks all around at their first mate’s antics. At a nodd from Laflen, for that was the elf’s name, the men moved in grabbing her flailing arms helping to secure her, as someone shoved a gag into her mouth as Laflen took his and away. “To the death.” Was all the elf said and the men marched her off back to the ship. He knew that Ironhand would love this one, and he might even give her to him… he stroked his long fingers together as they itched to touch her again with the mere thought.
 
Knowing she could not be cause by the humans she wasn’t too worried until she heard someone behind her and looked back just in time to see a male elf tackle her. Making her fall to the ground and as she tried to scream she felt the hand go over her mouth. Out of instinct the girl tried to bite down on his hand, but Dahlia heard the first mate’s words in her ear and looked over her shoulder at him in fright shaking her head, her bright blue eyes looking around in panic at all the men and tried to claw at the ones going for her arms with her nails, but obviously outnumbered by them she was gagged and was soon dragged back to the ship she had seen before, looking around her as her long silky red hair fell over the left side of her face a little. She glared back at the elven man who had tackled her in the first place with an icy glare before looking up at the ship in fear not wanting to imagine what they would do to her. Once closer to the ship she tried to pull away and keep her distance from it, but was dragged aboard either way she looked at it. Looking around the deck she felt her heart beating so hard she could hear it in her ears along with the comments from the other men who watched her, no doubts with sick thoughts.
 
“What have ye brought me.” Asked Captain Ironhand as he approached the group who’d just brought the woman aboard. Laflin stood taller and soluted, “We Caught thissin going to warn the village of our arrival.” The captain nodded. He grabbed her by the upper arms, turning her to face him. “But damned yer a pretty one now ain’t ye.” He said as he studied her. He yanked out the gag, “Ye scream and I’ll kill ye meself, but only after I’ve killed everyone in yer village. “Do we have an accord?” he asked her. Laflen stood close behind the half elf, and there was a hiss of metal on leather and Laflen’s dagger came into view before her eyes. “Speak when the captain talks to you.” He said swatting her none to gently on the back of the head, which caused many crueman around to laugh. “Tel us where the closest source o drinkin water is, and we’ll leave without taken yer village.” Ironhand said glaring down at her. For although he was not huge compared to many of his men, he was close to 6 feet and lumed over her. “Iffen ye don’t tell us and right quick, I just might let me boys have a little fun…” he let his words traille off and nodded at Laflin, who’s free hand snaked over her shoulder caressing down her exposed cleavage above her top, cupping her full breast. “Iffen you know what I mean.” Ironhand continued, as if she hadn’t known what he meant before the elf’s delicate demonstration. “Well girly what be yer choice?” The captain snapped stepping close to her, almost pinning her between himself and Laflen.
 
Looking up at the captain from his tone she tried backing up only to be held in place as he spoke to her. After the gag was removed she didn’t scream knowing that was going to be his first threat and looked up at the man as he spoke. Hearing his question she looked to the side seeing the blade that Laflen had drawn and bit her lip hard to stop herself from wanting to scream. She looked back to the captain and hearing his next question she heard that threat and soon felt the elves hand snake over her shoulder and to her breast, a back choice on his part as she looked to the captain, ignoring the hand on her breast as she answered. “I’ll tell you where the drinking water is, as long as you promise not to harm anyone on this island.” She said quickly, knowing most pirates would have to keep there word especially when his crew heard it. After a moment she looked toward where they had caught her, “Through those trees there you will find an out of place oak, for children to follow to the river, take a left at the tree and go straight until you come to the river, there will already be buckets for getting large amounts of water.” She explained as she looked down to Laflen’s arm over her shoulder still and out of pure spite for the elven man she bit into his arm while pulling forward and away from him and into the captain, she braced herself for if the elf struck her since she wasn’t sure if the captain would stop her, but he had touched her without her permission and she wasn’t going to stand for that even if it meant him hurting her.
 
“Aye we’ll nay harm anyone on this island, save the merchant vessel, and yerself o course.” Men immediately left obeying her instructions to the water. Sent only by a nodd of Ironhand. The captain smirked as she sank her teeth into Laflen, his upraised hand the only thing keeping the elf from stabbing her right there. “Stupid bitch.” Laflen snarled, “I’m going to enjoy raping you.” He said glaring. As she moved forward Ironhand struck, his backhand laying her out flat. “No don’t ye start that girly.” He said squatting down, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet spinning her so her wrist was behind her, her chest pressed against him, learing down at her. “Don’t even think of hurting me, or I will Give the elf free reign over you… and trust me lass, ye’re not wanting that.” He said his voice low and dangerous.
“Can we have our way with her, sir?” one of the mate asked.
“Not now.” Ironhand replied, “We’ve got work to do. He held her easily his grip firm as he now held both wrists behind her back in one firm hand. “Silly girl, and Laflen was being so gentle too.” He said his free hand grabbing her breast his rough hand mauling her tit more firmly than Laflen’s gentle caresses. “Like it rough do ye?” Ironhand said to a chorus of laughter from his men.
 
She watched the men leave and saw Laflen’s reaction to her bite, not that she bit too hard, just enough to get him to remove his hand, and giving a yelp of pain she fell and was soon brought back to her feet by the captain feeling her body now against his, surprisingly enough she was expecting the captain to just hand her over to Laflen and let him have revenge on the girl. Feeling the captain now grasping her breast a lot harder than before making her whimper in protest against it. But when they asked if they could have there way with her she looked up at the captain shaking her head, “Please, don’t let them do anything to me.” She pleaded softly, hoping he would not let them touch her. She could see the look on the men’s faces and a little frightened of them she leaned into the captain unknowingly. But in her mind the one she had to watch out for would be his first mate, no doubt he would rape her if he had the chance to especially after the trouble she had given him now.
 
The captain released her breast. It was obvious from the look in his eyes that he really didn’t want the girl, but nor did he want her harmed. Laflen was fuming. He knew his first mate wanted the girl, and though his first mate was twisted, he wouldn’t use her up and kill her, as the others would, “Prepare for sail boys.” He snapped at his first mate. He moved the girl back to the cabins. He knew that Laflen would enjoy raping her, but the devious elf would seduce her first, torment her. To the straightforward captain this was a mystery to him, if he was going to rape a woman he would just do it. However giving her to his loyal first mate might appease the crue, keep them from wanting her. Only he and Laflen had the authority to keep the crew at bay.
He took her into his cabin and pushed her to a chair. “You have a name girly?” he asked as he stood across from her.
 
Dahlia heard the captain tell them to set sail and gave a sigh, glad that her home was safe, but a little disappointed that she would be stuck on this ship for a long time. Walking with the captain to the cabins she wondered what he was going to do to her and looked around to get an idea of how big this ship was. Looking to the room he brought her in she sat in the chair and looked up to the captain and nodded, answering his question, “Yes, my name is Dahlia, sir.” She said calmly, knowing there was no way off of this ship now and she might as well get use to it now. Then a thought seemed to linger in her mind and couldn’t stop herself from asking it, “Sir, will I be released from here?” She asked, knowing this was not a good situation for her to be in since she was probably just considered a slave to them now, “I mean released, alive.” She added.
 
Owen Breaker, Captain of the Black Death sighed and stared down at her for a long moment before he answered. “I don’t normally let the men have women ship board. It encourages sluvvenly behavior. We needed water and the merchants goods.” He said. It was obvious that the captain was a bit uncomfortable with the situation. “Ye got yerself into this situation. I don’t blame Laflen for bringin ye in, for ye coulda been a danger to us.” He said, “But tis been a long time since our men have seen a woman, even longer still since Laflen has seen another of his kind,” he was obviously unaware of her halfbreed status. He just didn’t know about such things. The captain knew that the ambicious elf was looking to be captain of the Black Death, and he thought throwing this girl to him would offset his ambicion. He didn’t dare tell this girl that though. “Cooperate, and it’ll go easier on ye.” He finished with. “I’ll keep the crew from gang rape… Not something I approve of.” He said. It was obvious that this captain had a particularly strict set of morals he stuck to, which was strange for such a captain. “I’d just make ye mine, and they’d leave off, but to be honest I don’t want ye. Yer not quite my type he said, and as if realizing he’d said too much he closed his mouth.” He turned away at a knock from the door. “Come,” He barked. Laflen stepped into the room making sure throw a lear in Dahlia’s direction before turning to face his captain, “We are on our way sir, but we think we’ve spotted navy sails.” Ironhand swore and headed out of the room leaving his elven first mate with the young woman. The elf watched her, now able to see her more clearly in the lamp light. He was now more visible too. His hair was black as a raven’s wing and his eyes were green. His skin the pale color of a high elf, even after long days exposed to the sun. “I told you you would be mine.” The elf said his lips turning into a smile, “Ironhand’s sexual preferences don’t extend to young attractive females. So his choices are give you to me or the crew.” He said, his words completing what the captain would not admit to the frl.
 
She looked up at the captain, not hurt at all by his words of being uninterested in her, that just meant one less man to try and rape her. She sat there patiently, listening to what the captain said and spoke up softly, “I’ll stay away from the crew if that is what you want, or I could swim to shore since I can’t be far from my home and they need not know about the water.” She Dahlia was cut off by the knock and watched as Laflen entered the room, shooting her a look, and out of complete fear she looked away from him as he spoke to the captain and then watched as the captain left the room, leaving her alone with the elven man. She was obviously wary of him, after his threats and was very frightened of him since it was only a few moments ago that she had bit him. She remained in the chair with her eyes looking away from him, hearing his cold words, her stomach tightened and her heart skipped a beat or two as she looked up at him her ice blue eyes looking into his green ones, and her dark red hair, a little longer than his own gently flowed down a little past her breasts, a few strands had decided to fall over her face along her cheeks, showing how pearly white her skin was, every feature bringing out the other. Hearing him all she could do was sit there and wait for him to make a move, her eyes fell onto his arm and where she had bit him, knowing what little magic she did she looked up to him with a plainly regretful voice as she spoke to him, “I-I am sorry for biting you… I’ve never had a man touch me before, I will heal it if you wish.” She offered, trying to keep her voice from wavering and not show how frightened she really was.
 
Laflen watched her as he had been easing forward slowly, to get a better look at her in the lamp light. At her words he looked down at it, It didn’t particularly pain him, but it was the insult of it. “Yes, that would be acceptable.” He said stepping forward, extending the left arm towards her. Her offer of kindness almost seemed to throw him off. He was used to a harsh world, and gave just as harsh as he got. He tried to regain control of the situation by snapping, “Stupid half-breed, you shouldn’t hurt your betters.” Although even to his ears his insult sounded a little hollow. His eyes were filled with an anticipation, a hunger, that spoke to his earlier desires to rape her, but more over seemed tospeak to the captain’s words that it had been many years since Laflen had seen another of his kind, probably longer still since one willingly touched him…
 
She gave a weak smile at an attempt to be nice and get on his good side, but as she reach forward she stopped hearing his words looking up at him, obviously hurt by the, as she snapped back at him, “Well it’s not my choice to have a human father, and I hardly see you as my better seeing as how you’re a pirate and just decided to kidnap a girl, besides, I don’t see you being a full blood making you any better, just means your parents are both the same race.” She hissed coldly as she hesitantly move a little closer and brought her hand up slowly to touch his skin, her hands warm and gentle as she brought them to cover the bite and after a few seconds of her concentrating the warmth could be felt spreading through his arm and healing the bit and anything else that might have been hurt. Standing up, obviously shorter than him she took a step back feeling still intimidated by him knowing he was probably still angry with her. “My name is Dahlia.” She said softly as she looked at the floor, wondering if he even cared, or if he would just call her something crude like slave, or pet, but it didn’t matter, she knew his name, but he didn’t know hers so she only saw it fair to tell him her’s.
 
Laflen listened to her words, and had to admit she had a point, but he would be damned before he appologised to her. Her gentle touch, seemed to send flames licking through his blood, hot wips and flames of desire. As she stood up and backed up he stepped forward, a hand coming out his longfingered hand shackling her wrist pulling her a little closer as he staired down at her hand, so gentle looking, even if she feared him she’d been gentle. “Thank you Dahlia.” He said. His fingertips of his other hand smoothed up the skin of her inner arm, his touch gentle but possessive. The look in his eyes showed his hunger for her and his fingertips suggested he wanted to explore what was his now.
 
Looking up at him she noticed he came closer and distracted by his gaze she didn’t realize what he was doing until he took hold of her wrist tightly and looked back to him hearing his thanks. Keeping her distance she looked to the floor, “Your welcome, but I won’t forgive you for your cold words,” She said softly as she looked over at his hand now moving over her skin. She soon looked back up to him feeling strange, not sure what to do, he had just taken her from her home and now was in the room alone with him and giving her very little to do. Keeping her eyes down to the floor she felt her heart still beating hard and could almost hear it in her ears, looking at his hand she tried to pull away tugging at the grip he hand on her, “Please, don’t do this,” She asked softly while still trying to pull away, not putting much power into it since he was much faster and stronger than she was.
 
“I don’t need your forgiveness.” He scoughed, his fingers moving higher over her arm. As she tried to pull away his left hand tightened on her wrist, using it to pull her off balance so she stumbled into him, his right hand going around her waist to steady her and also in doing so press her to him, her high firm breasts pressed into his chest now as he now had to look down at her to meet her gaze. His right hand made small circles on the skin of her back before his fingers slid up stroking through her long red tresses. Suddenly his hand tightened in her hair tugging on it, to the point it was just this side of pain, holding her head steady as his lips found hers, his kiss controlling, demanding as he fed at her mouth.
 
Giving a soft whimper she tried to bring a hand up to his chest to hopefully pry away from him only to have herself held tightly and looking up at him. Unsure of what he was going to do she tried to relax when she felt his hand creep up her back and to her hair, but not expecting him to actually take hold of her that way she yelped out in surprise and a little pain before having her protests stopped by his lips, the action taking her a second to realize, but then with one last attempt to push him off of her she gave up, knowing she had no way of escaping him and so she relaxed the best she could against him, she herself unsure if she should kiss back, seeing this as her first kiss being stolen from her and soon everything else. Pulling away to catch her breath she looked away from him, her voice soft as she spoke, “You’re so cruel.” Was all she said to his comment of not apologizing, taking her first kiss, and a little hidden meaning behind it knowing what the future would hold for her. She didn’t bother to try and pull away seeing that it would have been futile to try. So instead she continued to try and relax her body which at this point was shaking a little, unsure of what to do, or think about all of this and still worried about what he had planned for her, knowing what the captain said verified his reaction to her and what he was doing, but being a virgin she couldn’t help but be nervous.
 
When she looked away he smirked, “Don’t you go all high and mighty on me girl.” He said trailing his hand down her hair to her shoulder and ran his fingertips over the exposed flesh of the tops of her breasts, “Dressed like this you are just asking for this… You want it as much as I do.” He whispered, running his lips up towards her ears. He knew the effect such attention would have on her ears. Granted not as much effect as it would have on one such as him, a full elf, but still considerable. Light fingertip touches to the ear were often used to enhance orgasm, and as an invitation for sex. He ran the tip of his tongue along the lower curve of her ear, “You want this, don’t you?” he said the smerk he wore clear in his tone of voice as his fingertips still danced over her breasts.
 
What he said might have seemed true but she couldn’t help but argue with him, “No… I didn’t say that I want this, I dress this way to be different, why should I hide my body with layers and layers of clothing like the others. But that is not an open invitation to you.” She snapped back before being completely distracted by what he was beginning to do, feeling his hand and now tongue on her ear she felt her body shudder, unsure of what to do, it felt good, but she had just met him, but it wasn’t as though she could stop him. Her lips parted a little to protest against his touching but only to let out a soft whimper, a mix of pleasure and protests, unable to put it to words what she was trying to tell him no to. She kept still while he toyed with her, her ears very sensitive, and the girl was so confused, unsure of what it was that she wanted, finally she managed to ask him something that would finalize her decision, “W-Will you be gentle? I know you can just take as you please from me, you already took my first kiss, so I won’t fight you, if you swear you will be gentle for my first time?” She asked, her body tensing a little at her own words, a little frightened and so to calm herself she leaned into him a little to hopefully see if he could be gentle with her still even now.
 
Laflen stroked his fingers lower, pushing into the top of the corset, fingertips stroking over her nipple. His body shiveredat her words. He enjoyed his partners being experienced, but he would have her for a long time, she would learn, but this time he could take her and know it was her first time. His lips feathered back down her neck, teeth gently scraping over her pulce He pulled back everso slowly his eyes hooded with desire. “What do you think?” he asked, “Am I hurting you?” he asked, “I am forcing you… yes, but am I hurting you?” he said his fingertip circling her nipple wanting to feel it harden.
 
Letting out a soft gasp as she felt him go under her corset and playing with her nipples, looking up at him as he spoke, “No your not hurting me, now, but I know I made you angry earlier, and really aren’t inclined to have any pity toward me, and I don’t expect you to be gentle, but I do ask that you be at least for now. Please?” She whispered the last word softly as she felt herself getting very aroused and her nipple hardened almost on contact, she felt her body reacting in a way it never had before, her thighs tightened as she couldn’t help a slight warming sensation between her legs, no doubt her underwear was getting wetter by the second every time he touched her, blushing brightly at her reaction and looking away hoping he wouldn’t see her now pink cheeks.
 
Laflen moved his hands up to stroke through her hair, as he looked into her eyes. Her hair was a red, a shade not seen in high elves, it was so thick and soft. He never said he would be gentle, but his hands spoke for him. He moved his hands to the laces of her corset, slowly undoing them, wanting to see her breasts revealed to his hungry gaze. They were nice and full, larger than a true elven woman’s. Yet another thing he found he liked about her. “I will be gentle if you participate and don’t just go all passive on me.” He said after he’d stripped her of her top, his hands coming up overher ribcage to cup the full weight of her breasts thumbs sliding over her nipples, his green gaze locked on hers, enjoying her blush.
 
Even though he didn’t say it she could feel that he was being gentle and watched him as he undid her top watching it fall away once unlaced. With a small shiver she nodded to his words, “I’ll try, I have no experience, but I will try the best I can, it just feels so strange to me.” She said softly as she moaned softly feeling him bringing his hands to her breasts again and despite her words of inexperience she did talk with her friends about things that they had done with there boyfriends and what supposedly works, so knowing a little would help her in this situation as she felt his eyes looking into her and as though it came to her naturally she slowly brought her hand up his chest and to his cheek feeling his skin with her soft, warm hand, and trailing over but keeping eyes contact with him her hand grazed over his ear, knowing it would effect him a bit more than her.
 
The effect of her action was immediately apparent as Laflen’s breath quickened and his body trembled slightly. He gently rolled her nipples between his fingers. Some of the control he had had over himself eroded by the desire that had just skyrocketed in his blood by her touch. He couldn’t help the slight groan he gave out. He almost blushed at her touch. He fought the urge to chastise her for baring his desire so openly like that. It revealed how needy he really was, and some might think it weakness. But he swallowed those urges. He wanted this, wanted her to participate this time. He truly didn’t want to hurt her this time. He unconsciously leaned into her hand as his eyes never left hers, letting her see the raw emotions there, as his hands played over her breasts teasing, arousing her.
 
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