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A Pirates Life [Rekoj & Lunar]

"My bad.." She whispered and she smirked as her lips touched his chin and she cocked her brow, "Oh really now?" She asked and moved as she kissed his ear back softly, trailing her tongue up it slowly and moved her lips back to his lobe. "Mmm, show me where...Captain." She smirked and moved as she kissed his lips, her teeth nipping down onto his bottom lip and she moved her hips, knowing exactly what he was talking about as she moved her ass a bit and her back arched. Wanting to know if he truly wanted it there as she breathed in, moaning into his mouth as her juices trailed along his fingers.
 
His rubbing fingers rubbed up her slit, finding her clit and giving it a quick rub, before running down her slit and then continuing on their trail. His finger played with her ass quickly, and he muttered into her ear, "Here..." as he poked his finger inside of her for a quick moment before pulling it out again. He fingered her quickly and kissed her ear, whispering into it as he kissed, "I'm going to fuck you in the ass... now I have one question for you, do you want me to be gentle, or do you want to scream?"
It was nearly a rhetorical question, no matter what she answered, he was going to make her scream.
 
She moaned and her back arched as his hand trailed down her slit and soon she breathed in as she felt his finger pushing into her ass and she moaned once more. She smirked and kissed his jaw, "Mmm.. exactly where I want it." She whispered playfully and she cocked her brow at his question. "Mmm Captain. Make me scream for you. Make the whole world hear me screaming." She said and nipped his upper lip as she wiggled her hips a bit and slid her tongue into his mouth and she moaned softly to him.
 
It was like flicking a light switch, he took his shoulders and practically tossed her off of the bed. He threw her down onto the hardwood, hopped up off of the bed and dragged her towards the nearest wall by her hips. He pulled and yanked at her, treating her like a ragdoll, as he grabbed ahold of her hips and directed her where he wanted her to be. He slammed her chest up against his bookshelf, quickly realized that was too dangerous, yanked her by her shoulders and pressed her back up against the wall beside the bookshelf. His right forearm kept her chest pinned to the wall by pressing up against her back, which allowed him to take a handle of her hair with the same hand, yanking to get her neck tilted back. His free hand spanked her bottom, hard, before grabbing her hips and pulling them away from the wall, his forearm still into her upper back, making her bend over. He spanked her other defenseless cheek, as he asked, positioning himself, "You ready?"
 
She cried out as she hit the floor and grunted, her chest hitting the bookshelf and then soon the wall. Everything happened so fast and soon she was bent over, pressed against the wall and she panted. Her legs spread wide for him, her ass waiting ready for him and she turned her head to look towards him and she cocked her brow. "Take me." she said and bit her bottom lip as her back arched a bit for a moment and she breathed in, knowing it would probably be an immense amount of pain but nothing she coudln't get past.
 
He leaned back and caught a glimpse between her wide-spread legs, he'd already spanked both of her poor butt-cheeks, so he picked another target. His palm ran down her curvaceous behind, and then between her spread legs once again. He wanted to throw her off course, as he lined up his soon to be violating thrust. He wound up his hand a little bit, and spanked her poor sore womanhood. However, a near millisecond after the spank, he penetrated her with a deep thrust, he wasn't going to go slow on her, he figured he'd start hard- and end hard. That way, by the end, she'll be loving it. He followed his initial thrust into her with another one, his hands soon trying to find a good hold for leverage, so he could power himself into her.
 
Christine whimpered as he slapped her womanhood which was quite sore and she groaned. But after he did that her eyes opened wide and she cried out as he slammed himself up and into her, her mouth opening as he didn't go slow. He rammed in and she cried out, tears starting to brim her eyes as he stretched her roughly and she panted as her back arched. "A-ahh... Captain!" she screamed out, gritting her teeth as she panted and suddenly her body was thrust back and forth with each deep, rough, pleasurable thrust into her. Needing more of him, more of the pain.. more of the pleasure.
 
He continued to ram his length up into her, pounding his way through any resistance he met. He was going to fuck her, he was going to keep the frantic pace he had started with until the end, and he was going to have her begging for mercy if it came to that. He continued to send his length far up into her, only to pull it back and shove it even farther. His right hand had taken her hair again, yanking back upon her hair, holding her head up as he used her for a hold for some leverage for his thrusts. His left palm had meanwhile, pressed up against the wall in the corner beside them. He leaned forward as he changed the angle and continued to work his shaft in and out of her bottom.
 
Christine couldn't hold it in, whimpering as her head was held back. This really hurt, but she knew she had asked for it as she asked him where he really wanted it. It felt good, she knew that as well. But man could he thrust, her eyes closed as she gritted her teeth and she cried out. His, long, thick hard shaft drilling into her bottom, pulling out and thrusting in as he pounded away at her. Her eyes almost began to swell up in tears with how rough he was going, but she knew that going without the love of your life for six years would do that to a person. Her nails trailed down the wall, her breasts firmly squished between her and the warm wall as her small, tight hole was stretched wider than it was made for. Her mouth opened, "A-ah..F-fuckk...Johnathon! Captain!...Ungh.." She gasped and panted as she felt herself growing hot just from him drilling harder into her ass.
 
John just pounded himself into her, when he said they had time to make up for, he was right. He was desperate, he just needed to drill himself into her. He stuck by his theory that if he slowed down, all it would mean would be less pleasure. The faster you move, the more pleasure there is, he just needed to stretch her to where it would be comfortable for her. He pounded himself into her, and bit his lip as he continued the work with his hips. He bent her over more to find a different angle, which left her face now practically against the wall. He continued to pound himself in and out of her, countless times, taking advantage of her bent position for as long as he could manage. He exited himself and took a deep breath or two, before tilting her upper body up more. He pulled her up by her hair, until she was standing as straight up as she could be with him still inside her. He kept her tilted up, took his free hand, and pulled it down towards her crotch. With his palm upon the back of her hand, he guided her hand down towards her slick slit. He pulled her hand upon it, and whispered in her ear, "I want you to finger yourself..."
He didn't care whether she was okay, from the obvious pain she was in, he didn't ask how she was doing, he didn't see if she still wanted to continue. Instead, he gave her a suggestion an order, and started to push himself into her again.
 
And boy was she growing sore, raw from his ruthless pounding into her, drilling, slamming. If she didn't know better, she wouldn't be surprised if she started bleeding soon with how rough he was into her. Though she wasn't saying nor thinking that she wasn't enjoying it. Though he stopped and pulled out, she gasped as her walls were staying stretched open and she whimpered. Her body pressing against the wall, soon her face as well but she felt his hand pushing her hand down between her legs and as soon as he said that she cried out. Her face was shoved into the wall a bit and she groaned, her delicate fingers moving as they found her slit and began to rub herself. Panting from his pounding into her as her fingers slipped into her hot hole and she began to thrust her hand, fingering herself for him as she moaned out for him, "Ungh.. h-harder..Deeper." She whispered to him.
 
He nodded, in order for that to be an option without him knocking her out against the wall. He pulled himself out of her, and dragged her in a 180, knocking out an oil lamp in the process, tossing her upon his navigation desk. He dropped her chest, with her hand still down in front of her, upon it. He tossed her on it, but then grabbed her hips and yanked her legs back off of the edge of the desk. He let them drop, and grabbed her by the hips, before penetrating her ass again, getting himself half on top of her to find the correct angle to plow himself into her with, moving her entire body with each thrust, her breasts pressed against the smooth mahogany wood surface.
 
"Ah!.. Fuck.." She groaned as he tossed her onto the table and she grasped onto it and her legs were yanked off. Thankfully having held onto it tight enough so she didn't fall off the entire way. She gasped as he thrust back up into her and deeper than before at that certain angle where he was able to pound into her harder and deeper, feeling his head pounding into the back wall of her anus. She had got what she asked for and she knew he'd gladly do it as she felt her butt-cheeks hitting his hips with each of his thrusts. She tried her best to move her hips so she met each and every single one of this thrusts, her fingers still thrusting in and out of herself moaning for him as she climaxed. Her juices dripping down her legs.
 
He thrusted, his entire body rocking with his hips as he plowed into her until he could hold on no longer. With a few quick deep breaths, he rocked his body into her once more and froze as he let out a long groan with his climax. He was deep inside of her when he climaxed, and he fell upon her form. He pulled himself out of heras he pulled his hips back with a tremendous amount of effort managing to rise. He leaned forward and kissed at her cheek once more and peeling her shoulders off of the desk, and in the same motion, falling backwards upon the bed, with Christine's back against his stomach. He grinned as he leaned back on the bed, and softly began to fondle and play with her breasts, innocently, before leaning down to kiss her forehead.
 
Christine laughed softly and closed her eyes as she laid down onto his stomach on the bed and she smiled. Enjoying his lips on her forehead and she rolled over slowly, so she was looking into his eyes. "Mmm, I missed you." She laughed and sat up, before leaning down and she kissed his lips. Though she sat up slowly on the bed before she looked into his eyes, "Shall we head above?" She asked and smiled, not sure if he had any work to do up there but she wasn't surprised if there was.
 
Johnathon let out the slightest whine, it was rare he'd complain about having to go to work- but she was right. And he hated it, the past 24 hours of his life had been the best. He wished they could just go on forever, but he knew poor Christine was sore... everywhere, and his hips and... well... 'special appendage' was quite sore as well. He looked up at the wooden ceiling above him, hearing the slow clunking of his obviously hungover crew. He'd direct them for a while, as he wondered... how would they take their Captain spending a fair amount of time with a woman. He knew how his crew worked, and it wouldn't take very long for their thoughts to turn to jealousy, envy, and hate. However, if it was just a single day to get to shore, there hopefully wouldn't be a problem. So long as they didn't realize him and Christine were lovers, he bit his lip and whispered to Christine, "Christine baby... in order to safely get to land... I'm going to need a favour. The crew can't know I have a girlf-... a... well, a fiance. They'll look at it as a sign of weakness, and there could be a very quick mutiny. I'm going to need... well, you to act like a cheap floozy. Just for a few hours, up on deck, getting everyone working hard.. then we can return back down, with a few bottles of rum."
He knew this would probably not end well.
 
She smiled and moved, listening to his whisper before seh cocked her brow and she sat back up, "Excuse me..?" She asked and huffed a bit. "You want me to go up there and flaunt myself around?" She asked and her face flushed, she couldn't do that. Especially with being in love with him, it would feel awkward. What if they made moves on her as well, he couldn't get angry at her. She swallowed and looked down, for a moment and she sighed softly before she stood up slowly and she turned to look towards him. She understood the favor, but she didn't know why it had to be so raunchy.

Though she turned on her heel and she grumbled a bit, picking up her clothing from the ground which was his and pulled them on. The pants, wrapping the belt round, buttoning up the white blouse and tucking it in. Her boots she pulled o as they came up to her knees and she buttoned them up as well. She turned, her hair was dirty but she knew she could make it. Though she didn't know what when he wanted her to be a cheap floozy, to wear revealing clothing.. her breasts almost hanging out of her clothes and her dress hiked up. She was going back to how it use to be in her pants and shirt before he had left. But she'd have to go back to a dress for al ittle while and not a dress like hers. A whorish one at that.
 
Johnathon shook his head and rolled his eyes at her response- some things would never change. He stood up and pulled his clothing on, piece by piece, until he looked like Captain Flint again. He took her by the chin and quickly wrenched her chin to look into her eyes. He stared into her eyes and kissed her lips softly. He smiled at her, and spoke, "Only be a cheap floozy towards me, just keep staring at me, have a few drinks. Go ahead, don't try to pretend you're not sore... remember, we're just trying to keep it hidden that we're engaged... and together. I just want them to think that I think of... you as nothing more but a few nights as fun. But you and I both know... I'm ready to ditch them all. Let's just go and have some fun with them, alright?"
 
Her chin was pulled up, looking into his eyes and her mouth opened. "Oh.. " She said, her face flushing softly and she swallowed. She nodded her head and she kissed his lips back softly, looking up and into his eyes once more. "Okay..Can do." She said softly and she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked tired, run down and sore as fuck. She didn't when he had first taken her from her ship. So she could play the part quite well and she smiled softly. She turned and leaned up, kissing his lips softly once more. "Go.." She said and motioned her hand. She'd be out in a little bit and she smiled softly as she looked around his room. And once he had left, slowly slipped out behind him a mere five minutes afterwards and slowly made her way upfloor to the top deck a bottle of alcohol in hand.
 
Captain Flint made his way up to the deck, and as soon as he exited his door, he was met with a blinding light. He held his hand out towards the oncoming sun, and was quite confused as he heard a round of applause. As his eyes adjusted to the light, and his hand blocked out the viciously bright sun, he saw his crew. All standing, and looking right at him, all of them clapping. Some of them hooting out and making cat-calls.

Apparently, him and Christine had been even louder than he'd thought.

He bowed once to his crew, before shouting, "Alright, alright! That's enough! We've got a port to get to, I've got a lady to drop off, and you've all got one to find! Let's get going!" He ran across the deck, shouting at random members who were taking their time getting back to work. Until he made his way back up to the wheel, and began to steer the boat, letting a very exhausted and overworked first mate rest.
 
Christine froze as she heard the applause that the crew had given him and her face suddenly flushed as she stood at the bottom of the stairs. She silently cursed before she slowly made her way up the steps and above deck where she saw the crew working and getting the ship moving. She could feel eyes upon her, making her feel uneasy but she knew she had to do this for him. She had to, she needed to. If she loved him, which she did she'd die without him. She had to, "Mmm, Captain.." She said softly and saw a few heads turn but she focused on him. Wink towards him and she nipped her bottom lip.

Bringing the bottle to her lips as she took a swig, moving towards him a bit and swaying her hips sensually, almost quite sexually. He wanted cheap floozy...he got it. Her hands moved and unbuttoned the first couple buttons and she continued to look towards him. The crew whispering a bit to each other, if she was quite the cheap floozy, why couldn't they have a go at her?
 
'I said cheap-not that cheap. If you keep undoing those buttons Christine...' he thought to himself as he looked at her, trying to hide the frustration. He managed to instead put a smile on his face, and he just motioned for her to come his way with his index finger. Here would be the challenge, Johnathon worried for her with his crew, he knew what kind of men they were. Especially around women, they turned almost into a pack of dogs. Christine was the love of his life, but if the crew knew he had a love of his life... they'd turn. Instantly. Pirates were about sailing from port to port, doing whoever you wanted on the way. Somehow, Johnathon had gone years without any women, except watching his crew chase after any on any other ships. They would go for her, he knew it, so he stepped down and towards her. He was protecting her, none of them would go for her with him right there, but they'd question why he was there in the first place. He hid his true intent, by snatching the bottle from her lips and taking a swig of it himself. He placed an arm around her shoulder and led her towards the wheel. His crew was eyeing him, so he quickly took his hand from her shoulder and grabbed her rear end, giving it a good squeeze, as he continued to lead her to the Captain's wheel.
 
She smiled softly and moved up to the wheel slowly gasping as he snatched her bottle from her and she glared a bit though she turned and gave a like yipe out as he grabbed her bottom firmly. Though she could see a few grins and laughs at her little squirm as he squeezed her rear. Her elbow hit his side a bit and she cleared her throat before turning and looking up to him. Her right hand on his chest and she pressed herself up against him, "I'm trying.." She whispered and shook her head slowly as she knew she was literally sucking at it and she sighed, her fingers trailing along his chest and her head tilted back slowly to at least keep the 'cheap floozy' look going for a little bit.
 
He couldn't let her know he knew she was trying, he couldn't kiss her, he couldn't even hold her close. He had to pretty much treat her like a piece of meat for now, if he brought his lips even close to her ear, someone would notice. He let her run her hand, and he simply grinned. He looked up to his crew and shouted, "Get back to work so I can get back to bed, if we get to the port by full moon- Drinks are on me!"

If there was any way to get a crew motivated, that usually seemed to work. He gave her back the bottle of rum, and slapped her bottom once more, to... keep appearances up. He kept his hand there, and peered across the deck, making sure each and every one of his crew members was working. As soon as he noticed one wasn't, he was shouting at the top of his lungs. He was a hard Captain, he expected hard work, and when he didn't get it- he was going to demand it.
 
She smirked as he grinned at her and she took another swig of teh drink though she gasped out as he swatted her behind once again and she swallowed. Some of the crew had been looking at them but with his direct sudden command they quickly turned back around and began to get back to work. She smiled, her hand trailing down slowly as her fingers trailed down his cloth covered shaft and rubbed it with her fingers behind the wheel before she slowly pulled away. If she was going to be a 'floozy' she knew she had to at least keep him wanting her whichs he knew would be quite easy and she slowly walked back down the stairs.
 
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