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A Pirates Life [Rekoj & Lunar]

Having to let her go to the bedroom, without staring at her to make sure she was safe the entire time was one of the hardest things to do in his life. He couldn't keep an eye on all of his crew at once, and any member he wasn't looking at, would be looking at him. If they saw him eyeing her as she walked away, they'd know what was going on in his mind. It's tough to keep secrets at sea, and even tougher to be in love. He got his crew working before handing the wheel back over to his first mate, and heading his way back towards the bedroom. As he was about to leave, his first mate grabbed Flint's shoulder.

The first mate leaned in close and asked, "Are you sure that's a wise idea Captain, sure the crew was clapping, but they'll be restless soon enough..."

Johnathon looked over to his crew mate and said, "Then let them drink their restlessness away when we reach land. How often do I spend time with a lady? I've been the captain of this ship for a damn long time, and I've strayed from distractions. Let me fuck a lady for once, alright?" Although he was quite amicable about it, there was an annoyed and almost angry tone to Johnathon's voice. He gave the first mate one last look before following back into the bedroom. He was pissed off- and ready to hear Christine scream again.
 
And he would hear her scream, especially with how sore she was. She was trying her best not to waddle, but she couldn't hide the fact that he was quite rough and she very well enjoyed it. But she turned, her eyes peering around the crew not to make herself look like a floozy but watching in case one followed her and Johnathon didn't catch him. Though she reached the bedroom and sighed, stopping her stupid floozy act and she slouched a bit as she looked at herself in the mirror. She did look quite good as a pirate lady or as more some people would say a pirate wench. But she was only his wench or pirate lady, which ever he decided.

Though she heard footsteps and talking just before that. She might have freaked but she recognized that it was johnathons voice and he almost didn't sound too..happy. Did she act too floozy? Though that began to make her worry and she stepped back, standing by the mirror as she waited for him to enter the room.
 
Johnathon entered, muttering something about an ungrateful crew. He was worried, he shouldn't be, it was only the second day which he was spending with her. But he was still worried, which made him upset. He shook the thoughts out of his head, now that he actually got to admire Christine. He stared at her for a few seconds before pointing to the bottle, stepping towards her, "Give me that- now." A smile began to curl upon his lips as he walked towards her, it was no light smile, it was an evil grin. He snatched the bottle, before pointing towards her shirt, and quickly ordered, "Shirt. Off. Now." He took a swig, his eye remaining upon the entire time waiting for her to listen.
 
Christine held the bottle to her stomach though soon he snatched it from her grasp and she gave a light gasp and she cocked her brow. Though the sudden order made her look at him...almost concerned. But she saw that evil grin and she knew something was brewing in that head of his. Her hands slowly moved up her body before slowly undoing her corset and then undoing the buttons on her shirt one at a time and slowly down to the bottom before she let it fall off of her body and onto the wooden floor beneath them. Her bare breasts showing to him as her head cocked to the side.
 
Johnathon now pointed at the pants she was wearing, taking another swig from the bottle. He nodded, and signaled with his hand that he wanted them off. His signals were quite confusing though, and quickly enough he'd decided he'd waited long enough. He practically slammed the bottle upon the desk beside him before running at a surprised Christine. As he darted towards her, he lowered his shoulder, and stuck his arm out. Using his momentum, he picked her up in a near tackle, making sure not to drive his shoulder into her, but to instead use his arm. He wrapped his arm around her chest, and his free hand went and grabbed her bottom. Still running he lifted her up, and dove upon the bed, landing both of them on it. Quickly though, he slid off, and began to peel down her leather pants. He looked up at her, and began to explain, "Christine... I'm going to want a favour from you..."
 
Her hands moved but stopped at the slight confusing movements of his hands, her pants? Her hands rested on them but she looked up slowly to him and she gasped as he was running at her. She grunted and laughed lightly as her hands grasped onto him though soon she grunted once more as they dove onto the bed. Bouncing a bit and soon her brow leather pants were being undone and pulled off of her legs. Though she sat up a bit, resting on her elbows and she cocked her brow, looking to him. "What is it?" She asked and sat up fully now.
 
He slowly began to stroke his hand up from her knee up her thigh, rubbing his palm over the soft skin of her inner thigh. He only kept his hand upon her thigh, as he crawled up a bit more. "Mmm.. I want to see what you did on those long nights without me..." he started, his free hand taking her wrist and slowly guiding it up to her breasts. He placed his hand upon her breast, before reaching for her other hand. He took it and guided it to where his other hand was still stroking her thigh. He instead, brought her hand directly began her legs, as he finally finished his sentence. "Christine baby... I want to see you touch yourself..."
 
Her hands slowly moved down her body with each movement he gave them with his own hands. And soon found the places where he had rested them Her left hand upon her breast with her right between her legs against her warm, wet womanhood that was waiting for him to plunge into her. But it would only receive her finger or fingers for now and her face flushed softly and she looked up to Johnathon. She was about to ask him if he was sure, but stopped herself as she knew for damn well he was sure. She scooted back onto the bed to where she was laying in the middle of it. Her head laying back, her legs bent up and spread wide. Soon her fingers began to massage her breasts, her nipples growing hard slowly. But what did it for her, was her finger dipping inside of her lips. Her wrist arched as she trailed her fingers around her clit and she moaned softly. Going slowly before her fingers sped up and her lips began to grow wet.
 
Captain Flint leaned back more on the bed, to get a better angle to see between her legs. He watched her toy with herself, and simply grinned. He pulled the shirt off of his form as he watched, he wasn't going to be be only a spectator for long. But he wanted her to warm herself up, if she was sore, she'd better be wet and ready for him when he plowed himself into her. He was going to show her no mercy, and this would be the only preparation she could have. He bit his lip, as he placed his hand softly upon her knee in front of him, getting her attention so he could softly say to her, "Come on baby, moan for me..."
 
And she found herself ready shortly and she spread her legs as she heard him and she smiled, her hand moved down and her fingertips pressed against her entrance and she gasped as it felt good but hurt as well as she was sore. She sighed and rubbed her entrance and soon her finger plunged into herself and she moaned out loudly as her back arched and her finger pushed in deep. Feeling her bottom knuckle meeting her lips and her hand began to move as her fingertip pressed against her walls and rubbed and she cried out lightly as she had hit her g-spot directly and she about lost her breath. But soon her finger pushed against her wall and she began to thrust her finger in and out rubbing her wall and she moaned louder for him and soon a second finger pushed in as well as she fingered herself faster for him.
 
He could only remain a spectator for so long, once she stuck the second finger into herself, he was literally shaking with trying to hold on. He was hard as a rock underneath his pants, which he quickly dropped as he stood up off of the bed to go fetch the bottle of strong rum. He brought it over to the bedside stand, took one last good long swig and placed it upon the desk. He dropped his form down upon Christine's, and started to kiss her lips, his tongue quickly playing with her lips, pressing into her mouth, trying to find her tongue. He closed his eyes and brought his hand to pull hers away, quickly replacing it with his length as he pounded into her with a hard thrust.
 
Though only moments passed and soon he was above her and she groaned into the kiss as she continued to push her fingers into herself but he pulled on her hand. Her eyes closed and her lubricated fingers and hand moved up to rest against his side and back and she gasped as he slammed himself into her hot waiting womanhood. She groaned and ran her tongue along his and her legs pressed against his hips and held him close to her as she groaned. "A-ah.. take me." She whispered and bucked her hips up against his own, tasting the rum upon his lips and tongue.
 
"Oh... I will..." Johnathon replied, the evil grin upon his lips. He pulled his lips away from hers, his hands multi-tasking in pinning her shoulders to the bed, keeping her still, and propping up his upper body so he could find the angle with his hips to thrust his manhood into her. He wanted to find her g-spot. His hips felt sore today, as his muscles ached and complained at their constant use. He ignored the pain though, focusing on one thing and one thing only. Each and every noise he could draw from his lover's lips. He pounded himself into her, the pain obvious by the grimace expression upon his face. But he pushed through it, his hips feeling more loose each and every time he sent the full-length of his shaft into her. He bit his lips once more, before letting out a groan, and moving his hips like a piston.
 
She cried out, grunted, moaned and whimpered what seemed almost right after each other. Crying out in pain, grunting from his rough thrusting but yet moaning from the pleasure she got of him taking her so roughly. Whimpering as the pain once more washed over her, trying to push it away and not think of it but she was so sore and she knew that he was too probably. Gasping as his shaft slammed into her g-spot causing her hips to arch so he rubbed it more and her mouth opened in plesure. Her head turning to the side as her hands rested behind his neck. She knew that soon, she wouldn't be surprised if she found herself bleeding a bit from the constant contact of his shaft inside of her especially with the rough thrusting and slamming her into things.
 
Although his rod was sore from all of the constant use, the pain was more in the muscles in his hips. He tried and tried and tried to push through the stinging of the nerves, but after a while, he simply couldn't take it. He pushed himself into her with one last thrust, before collapsing upon her, his chest dropping upon hers. He hadn't climaxed yet, he simply couldn't keep up with the pace he had set over the previous day. He was physically unable to move his hips in their usual piston-like fashion. His arms wrapped around her side, and rolled them over. For once, he'd let her be the one to fuck him.
 
Though grunting as his body collapsed upon her and soon she was sitting above him. She cocked her brow, her hands on his chest and she breathed in. "Wow.. this is new." She said and laughed, "Is there.. something wrong?" She asked and smirked before she leaned down playfully and kissed his lips. She knew he was phsyically exhausted and she didn't blame him. Her hands pressed into his chest as she began to grind her hips down against his and soon she was bouncing up and down upon him and moaning as she could set the pace. Still stinging as his shaft rubbed her walls but she arched her back as her breasts bounced with each thrust down upon him.
 
His eyes simply stared, looking at her breasts as they bounced up and down with her form. He was seemingly mesmerized by her breasts, he had missed them so much as well. He eyed them, before feeling her bounce up and down on his hard shaft. He pressed his hips up as far as they could go beneath her, before finding a way to move his hips in a rhythm with hers. When she bounced down, he'd thrust up, when she bounced up, he pulled his hips down and waited to try and force his length into her again. He could manage to do this without straining the muscles in his hips, so he did the best he could to move with her. He glared when she asked if there was something wrong- she knew damn well what was wrong. He'd get her back for that, next chance he got.
 
Christine took note of his glare and she flushed a bit, she knew that something was coming now after she got off of him. She knew that he had something up his sleeve and her heart pounded. Though she closed her eyes and concentrated at the task at hand. To make him feel good without letting him work, her hands grasping his hips and trying to keep them down and stop thrusting. She opened her eyes and breathed in as she moaned, bouncing herself up and down upon him. Speeding up her pace and she bit her bottom lip as she arched her back and soon was going as hard and fast as she could. Crying out as his head rubbed and pounded against her g-spot driving her crazy and quite close to her own climax and she gritted her teeth. "I want to feel you..release first." She moaned, panting as she tried to hold hers.
 
He didn't need to be told twice, she was fucking him, and she was fucking him well. Her hips were moving faster than he'd seen anything move, and he couldn't help but just lay flat on the bed and let out a surprising groan of pleasure. It was long, low, and it ended with a sharp inhale as he couldn't hold on any longer. He thrusted up his hips as he pushed himself into her before he exploded, his eyes closing as his fists clenched into the sheets. After he climaxed, he simply fell limp, his chest heaving with each deep breath he took.
 
And she knew he was close when she heard his groan, seeing his hands clenching the sheets and she pounded her hips down upon his. Crying out though she gasped as seh felt teh sudden warmth, his climax spraying up into her. Coating her walls, which only got to her. Her back arched, her hips aching as the moved and she released. Moaning as she as well climaxed, panting as she bit her bottom lip. Her hands moving ot rest on his chest as she hovered over him, looking down to him and she swallowed. Catching her breath and soon she as well, collapsed onto his chest. Her face pressing into his neck as she breathed, her arms around his waist.
 
He was surprised by how hard she'd been fucking him, she was almost making him sore. He brought his hand between her legs to quickly rub and feel her womanhood, grinning as he asked, "Mmm.. still sore?" He asked as he rubbed her a little bit. He didn't care how sore she was, or how sore he was- he hadn't seen her in years. He was going to go until the pain was more than the pleasure, and it still wasn't anywhere close yet. He was loving each and every second he was spending with his fiance. He kissed her lips, as he explained why he asked, "Because I really don't care how sore you are, I'm still going to fuck you silly once I catch enough breath and the real captain's up and ready to sail.
 
She laughed and groaned as his fingers ran along her crotch and she sighed softly, crawling off of him before she laid down beside him and she kissed his cheek softly. "Then fuck me silly." She whispered, her lips to his ear as her hand rested on his chest and ran down to rest just above his hips and along the base of his shaft. Though the next couple days had passed and from then on they had only grown sorer and sorer. Her thighs hurting from his every thrust inside of her, her nether lips burning with pain and she groaned slightly in pain but she knew there'd be more.
 
It was full moon when the ship reached port, so Captain Flint lived up to his promise, he had bought them all drinks and had a rowdy good time at the local inn. Where Johnathon and Christine had stayed, and for once, actually just slept. Though that was probably due to the soreness, both of them were practically limping their way into the bedroom. They were greeted to the next day by the bright sun, and it wasn't long before Johnathon was sneaking out of the inn with Christine, practically yanking her by the arm as they headed away from the small town. He continued to pull at her arm as he darted further and further away from civilization, "Come on... can't you go any faster?"
 
"I'm still sore here!" She stated as he asked if she could run faster and she growled at him as they continued to run though soon they reached the beach and she peered around. No one there and she smiled as she pulled him close to her, "Mm, this is nice, yeah?" She asked and she leaned up as she pressed her lips to his and she sighed as her hand moved up, grasping his hat and taking it off as a smirk grew upon her lips.
 
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