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Yo Ho "Pardon the intrusion, Milady but the Cap'n requests your attention topside." Terin looked up from the writing desk, examining the man standing in the open doorway, wringing his cap in his hands. She grinned, amused. Letting her eyes rove slowly over his body from head to foot soon had the poor man fidgeting where he stood. The momentary silence that stood between them, amused her even more. She finally decided to put the poor man out of his misery. "Tell him I will join him shortly." "Aye, Aye, Ma'am." The man did not waste any time retreating from the woman's quarters. It just was not natural, the way she was… no sir… just not natural. It was a good thing the man kept his thoughts to himself or Terin would have found some further amusement at his expense. Setting aside her quill, she sprinkled sand upon the parchment before her. Upon leaving her quarters, she made her way topside, squinting as the light from the sun assailed her. She paused to let her eyes adjust and then sought out the captain of the ship. "You requested my presence, Captain?" Her brow arched slightly. The captain turned, tapping a thick, cylindrical piece of wood in his palm. In his eyes, she read the sudden flare of desire and lust and dismissed his need. She had taken her fill of the man at the beginning of their voyage together. Interpreting the dismissal of his lust he saw in her eyes, made him angry. His hand came out in an arc, slapping the long length of the wood into the flat stomach of the man tied to the mast before them. The man grunted but did little else. His head hung down, his chin touching his chest "Milady, I wondered what you wanted done with this scum?" "What does he stand accused of, Captain?" "Starting a fight among the men and assaulting my second in command." "Tell me Captain, whose ship is this?" "Why, mine of course." Terin's response was swift. The captain never saw it coming, never knew what was coming until his head snapped back from the blow. "Correction, Captain. This ship is mine. I merely allow you to sail it. Normally, I wouldn't think of interfering when it comes to disciplining your crew, but this," she nodded toward the tied man, "this is not a matter of simply discipline, is it?" "Milady, I do not under----" Terin held up her hand for silence. "Of course you do, Captain. I will see to this man myself. You will also give your crew the word that they are not allowed up here. Now leave us." Terin stood silently and still, waiting until she heard the boots of the Captain leave the area. She could hear him shouting orders to the men at the other side of the ship. Still she waited, her look roaming over the tied man before her. She sure as hell knew why the Captain found a way to punish the man. She stepped closer, examining him. Unsure of how long he had been tied up and what abuse he had been through----- "Begging your pardon Milady, but would you mind untying me?" His voice was raspy. He lifted his head slowly to look at her. His face gave away no emotions but she found an amused twinkle in his eyes. She heaved a soft sigh of relief. "Actually, I was thinking of having my way with you, but somehow I do not believe you would be up to it." His eyes met hers. "Milady, when it comes to such matters, I am always up to it." "Indeed?" "Aye, Milady. Considering my condition, I fear there is not much I can do to aid you in your quest." "Oh, I believe you can contribute something." Terin approached the man. Her next move made him blink in surprise. Reaching down toward her boot, Terin pulled out a small dagger, sliding her blade up under the open end of his short pants. He felt the cold steel against his skin and everything inside of him froze. The blade sliced upward, stopping just short of his crotch. He felt it slide across his skin to rest on the outer side of his thigh before it moved upward again. Some small part of his mind registered just how sharp this blade was for it slit through the material of his pants smoothly and easily. The blade traveled upward slicing open the side of his pants. The only thing holding it up now was the drawstring. As quickly as it came into view, it disappeared back into her boot. He felt her hands moving at his waistband, making short work of the tie there. His pants simply fell to the deck, leaving him tied to the mast, naked as the day he was born. Glancing around, Terin spotted a bucket of water. Three steps took her to it and three steps took her back to her prey. The water hit his chest with force. He gasped. She grinned. Her hands splayed against his chest, rubbing the droplets of water. Her hands moved lower and cupped his masculine sac, rolling them in her palm. "You needed a bath." She knelt before him, taking his member in her hand, stroking it slowly. Lowering her head, she opened her mouth, letting him slide across the surface of her tongue. Her lips closed on him as he slid further into the recesses of her wanton mouth. Her hands slid between his flesh and the mast, cupping his buttocks, kneading each cheek as she sucked him in deeper. His moan of pleasure resounded through his aching body, vibrating him against the roof of her mouth. She took her time, teasing him, teasing herself, if the truth be told. The man's groan of loss must have been heard across the ship as she released him and stood up. His head lifted to watch her remove her boots and pants. Her tunic covered all her womanly parts, barely. Turning around and placing her back to his front, she rubbed up and down his body a moment or two before she bent at the waist and slid him into her body She eased back and then withdrew, nearly letting him slip free but not quite. Grinding her hips, she slid him back inside until her buttocks rested flush against the man's pubic area. "Mercy, Milady… have mercy," he moaned. Her movements increased and still she denied them both release. Pushing herself away, she turned and cut his bindings. He rubbed his wrists briefly before reaching out for her. She skipped out of his reach. He followed. She turned and made her way below, to her cabin. Oblivious of his nakedness, he followed, shutting the door behind him, pausing in his pursuit to slide the bar across the door. Terin lounged on her bed, watching him advance toward her, that hunter look in his eyes. He grasped her legs, just below the knees, pulling her roughly to where he knelt on the edge of the bed. Pulling open her legs, his roughened palms pushed her inner thighs as far apart as they would go then lowered his head. At the first touch of his tongue upon her heated flesh, her body arched upward. His mouth devoured her, bringing her time and time again to the brink of release, but two could play at this game and he proved he was no stranger to it. Hoisting her legs, each lodging in the bent of his arms, he leaned forward with a thrust of his hips. His hardened length found haven in her demanding core. Their movements were ferocious, both seeking, both receiving. Flesh slapped against flesh. The sound of it echoed around the room, along with their mating scent and their combined sounds of pleasure. The paradox was that the very thing they sought to achieve, was the same thing they wanted to postpone. It was always one or the other, and eventually, the body insisted on the release. He thrust into her compelling flesh twice more before the gratification of release overtook him. He palmed her buttocks, squeezing them as he poured into her. Her hands in their grip, had pulled the sheet below her free as her body arched and shuddered, jerking in response to her own release. His body slumped between her legs, against her moist, still body. She grunted softly as he slid from her. "My pardon, Milady," he grunted himself, rolling to her side. Sometime later, he hoisted himself up on a forearm, looking down at her. Her eyelids cracked open. "What?" His forefinger came out as if to trace her lips but he stopped short of his goal. He looked at his hands and grimaced. Levering himself off the bed, he moved about the cabin, gathering a towel and pouring water from a pitcher into the basin. She lazily watched him clean up from the bed and then watched him move back toward the bed. In a lightening quick move of his own, he flipped her onto her stomach. His hands moved up her spine. His fingers splayed out to cover as much of her skin as he could while his hands moved slowly back downward over her buttocks. He heard her muffled moan of pleasure. Leaning forward, his tongue ran downward before his teeth playfully nipped the cheeks of her buttocks. She squealed and bucked, trying to turn over but to no avail. Her body grew still under his ministrations. His hands urged her to her knees and when she complied, she felt him probing her entrance from behind. Lowering her upper body gave him greater access to the part of her body he was probing with his fingers. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her backwards and she found herself impaled on a much longer, thicker probe. He sawed back and forth slowly, as if savoring the feel of her muscles squeezing him within her tightness. She moved in sync with him, rotating her hips with every forward stroke. He lowered his weight gently onto her back, his hands cupping and squeezing her breasts, twisting her nipples. One hand slid between her legs, his fingers seeking out and finding her hidden swollen pearl. Capturing it between forefinger and thumb, he milked it. The fingers of his other hand milked one of her nipples while his hips continued to press against her buttocks. As their fever for completion grew, his attentions were abandoned in favor of grasping her hips to steady her so he could thrust into her depths from another angle. She gave as good as she got, grinding her hips back against him. His movements became so furious it was all she could do to remain on her knees. Terin buried her head on her arms, letting him take over all movements. His motion became more heated, more frantic, until she gasped as her orgasm slammed through her. He poured himself into her, still bucking even after he had nothing left to give. With reluctance, he moved away from her body, lying beside her. Reaching out, he pushed her hair back so that he could see her face. She turned her head to meet his look. "I don't know how to thank you, Milady." Terin grinned, amused. "I think you just did and quite well." A silent moment passed. "How are you called?" His head inclined slightly. "I am called Rourk, Milady." Terin turned over, scooting up in the bed, not bothering to cover herself from his eyes. She tapped his cheek lightly. "I wish your attention, Rourk." He grinned impishly. "You have it, Milady." "Hm, so I see. Heed me, Rourk, not my charms." "But they are such fine charms, Milady." "I am more than willing to return you above deck, Rourk." That got his attention and his gaze reluctantly pulled away from her swaying breasts. "Milady?" "Would you care for a job off of this ship, Rourk?" "Where and what as, Milady? Sailing is all I know." It was Terin's turn to grin. "Well, not all you know." They both chuckled, "I am offering you a home in my home, Double Moon." His brow arched. "I have heard of this place." He was quiet for some time. Terin didn't push. The choice must be his. "Would I be my own master?" Terin inclined her head slightly. "If that is your wish." Again there was a long silence. Then he held out his hand. She put hers into it. "Then I accept." He raised her hand, turning it, placing a kiss on her wrist. "How long before we make land for your home, Milady?" Terin's eyes twinkled. "We have time enough." "Good," he growled, "I was hoping you would say that." He drew her down onto the bed's flat surface, covering her body with his own. |
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