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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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1,913
Reviews:
26
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Chapter 9 - Games
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Twisted Views
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine (god damn them to hell!) Before anyone asks yes, Oria is mine who else could have thought up such a creature?
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 9 – Games
Oria wiped a droplet of water from her chin warily as Jack regarded her, “What are you hiding?” Oria laughed slightly and moved to turn away, he grasped her wrist and turned her back sharply, her face fell slightly, “No more games Oria, what are you hiding I know there’s something. I can see it in your eyes.” She tried to tug her wrist free but his grip wouldn’t loosen, she sighed realising she would have to tell him the truth… or at least part of it.
“Jack I didn’t want you to worry unduly. I can handle it myself.” Jack’s grip tightened.
“If this involves Sara then like you said it isn’t exactly your call.” Oria looked away and bit her lip releasing a slow sigh.
“Davy Jones has her and she’s on the Isle de Muerta.” Jack raised an eyebrow and slowly eased off his grip.
“Davy Jones has Sara… why?” Oria locked her gaze onto his willing him to believe her.
“I don’t know. He just has her.” Jack stared straight back into her eyes trying to see anything beneath them, any trick. He couldn’t see anything but she was tricky and a damn good actress when she put her heart into it, even if he did know most of the warning signs there was always something new. He released her wrist and nodded accepting the new explanation; he had no reason to distrust her yet.
“You know, I prefer it when you tell me the truth straight away instead of taking everything onto your shoulders. However capable they may be.” Oria nodded, sighing with relief at him taking her explanation and reasoning. Davy Jones was really making this awkward for her. She drew a map out of one of the drawers in Jacks desk and spread it out on the messy desk top brushing several rum bottles aside to get the map flat. Jack leaned over her shoulder curiously.
“I suggest we go in and exit via this passage. It’s small, he’s not likely to know it exists, but it floods at high tide so we’ll have to time our arrival and departure exactly. Which gives us a very small window for finding and rescuing Sara.” Jack nodded looking down at the map curiously, there were the faintest smudges of recently used ink at the edges. He grasped Oria’s hand and turned it over sharply, she stared at him with a raised eyebrow as he inspected every inch of both of her hands. Perhaps she had over-estimated his trust or his intelligence, either way she knew he was suspicious.
“Once again is something wrong?” Jack frowned as he found the slightest faint stain of ink on the edge of her right hand.
“You been making maps?” Oria glanced at the faint stain of ink, her heart constricted slightly, she had thought she’d gotten rid of all traces, apparently not. There was no way he could link her though, she shook her head looking confused.
“No, I wrote a letter to Sara yesterday, think it could be left over from then?” Jack smiled slightly; the simplest explanation was usually the right one he reasoned. Oria smiled faintly as he accepted yet another lie and threaded his fingers through hers, resting his fore-head against hers.
“I’m getting paranoid in my old age, no worries love.” Oria smirked.
“Don’t you mean all the rum is getting you back?” He scowled at her in mock annoyance.
“No need to blame the rum love. The rum is the almighty god.” Oria nodded with a mockingly serious face.
“Oh of course. All praise the almighty rum.” Jack smirked and pushed her back against the desk as his lips collided with hers taking her by surprise. She moaned against him already feeling the heat of desire flood through her, he smirked against her and wrapped his arm about her waist dragging her hips into close contact with his own. He loved how easy she was to respond to even the slightest hint of something more.
He knelt slightly to tug the skirt up to her hips smirking as his fingertips brushed bare flesh causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. Her hands rested on the desk as his trailed down to support the backs of her thighs and slip her onto the desk once more. Oria watched him silently as he tugged his britches and belt off in rapid succession before pressing himself back against her.
Oria reached behind her trying to unfasten the corset but Jack tugged her hands back to the desk, “Leave it.” He whispered huskily against her lips.
“I won’t be able to breathe properly.” She whispered back as his hands ran up her thighs brushing little sparks of anticipation up her spine.
“I want you now.” His palms pushed at her thighs insistently urging them apart, she gave in and he stepped into the contact as a condemned man attacks his last meal. One hand rested on her hip as the other crept around to brush over her clit. Her hips jerked against his instantly and he groaned against her lips as she trembled at the rapid pace he was building.
Jack stopped just before she climaxed causing her eyes to shoot open and glare at him, he smirked and pushed his hips forwards. He choked back a cry as he slipped into her and paused for a few seconds to gain some semblance of control. Oria smirked and turned the tables on him tightening all of her lower muscles simultaneously. Jack jerked against her with a sharp cry at the shots of pleasure that sped up his spine and exploded all over his body and glared at her accusingly.
“Not fair love.” Oria bit her lip with a grin and he leaned forwards to capture them once again as his hands rested on her thighs and urged them further apart. She leaned back as she spread her legs further and he began to thrust into her no longer able to control his patience.
Her head fell back as he rubbed repeatedly against her g-spot causing delicious tremors to ripple over her. Jack gave an annoyed cry as he lost control for the first time and he pounded into her a few times before climaxing hard and collapsing against her firm body. After several seconds he realised that she had not joined him and looked at her appalled that he had been so selfish.
Oria merely smiled and watched as he stepped away at her insistence, “It’s ok.” She whispered comfortingly. He didn’t leave her completely his hands still resting on her arms and running over them soothingly as she sat up slightly. His eyes followed one of her hands lower and he realised what she intended on doing and stood watching in awe as she touched herself. Barely a minute later she stiffened with a soft cry and Jack kissed her desperately wanting to be part of it.
“You’ve done that before.” He whispered against her cheek as she wrapped her arms around him stated. She nodded slightly loving the feel of him so close to her.
“Ever since Cordell taught me when I was sixteen.” Jack smirked and kissed her again.
“I wish I’d met this… Cordell.” Oria looked at him amused and he continued at her curious expression, “So I could thank her for all that wonderful knowledge you have of such activities.” She laughed softly and faked a yawn even though she was more than wide awake.
Jack brushed several stray hairs from her face and helped her out of the cursed dress. They collapsed into the bed, Jack content with everything in the world unaware of the turmoil that raged in Oria’s heart.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
DON'T STOP REVIEWING mar1966 I NEED YOU LOL!!! I WISH OTHERS WOULD REVIEW TOO BUT LIKE YOU THEY SHOULD PROBABLY BE CLEANING THEIR HOUSES FOR PEOPLE TO COME ROUND YOU NAUGHTY THING!! BUT I WON'T COMPLAIN THAT YOU'RE ON HERE INSTEAD OF CLEANING :D LOL
THERE WILL BE ONE CHAPTER POSTED TOMORROW AND THEN TWO ON THE 26TH, NONE ON XMAS DAY OBVIOUSLY AND FOR ANYONE WHO WON'T BE READING TOMORROW:
HAVE A VERY, VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE!!!
Title: Twisted Views
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine (god damn them to hell!) Before anyone asks yes, Oria is mine who else could have thought up such a creature?
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 9 – Games
Oria wiped a droplet of water from her chin warily as Jack regarded her, “What are you hiding?” Oria laughed slightly and moved to turn away, he grasped her wrist and turned her back sharply, her face fell slightly, “No more games Oria, what are you hiding I know there’s something. I can see it in your eyes.” She tried to tug her wrist free but his grip wouldn’t loosen, she sighed realising she would have to tell him the truth… or at least part of it.
“Jack I didn’t want you to worry unduly. I can handle it myself.” Jack’s grip tightened.
“If this involves Sara then like you said it isn’t exactly your call.” Oria looked away and bit her lip releasing a slow sigh.
“Davy Jones has her and she’s on the Isle de Muerta.” Jack raised an eyebrow and slowly eased off his grip.
“Davy Jones has Sara… why?” Oria locked her gaze onto his willing him to believe her.
“I don’t know. He just has her.” Jack stared straight back into her eyes trying to see anything beneath them, any trick. He couldn’t see anything but she was tricky and a damn good actress when she put her heart into it, even if he did know most of the warning signs there was always something new. He released her wrist and nodded accepting the new explanation; he had no reason to distrust her yet.
“You know, I prefer it when you tell me the truth straight away instead of taking everything onto your shoulders. However capable they may be.” Oria nodded, sighing with relief at him taking her explanation and reasoning. Davy Jones was really making this awkward for her. She drew a map out of one of the drawers in Jacks desk and spread it out on the messy desk top brushing several rum bottles aside to get the map flat. Jack leaned over her shoulder curiously.
“I suggest we go in and exit via this passage. It’s small, he’s not likely to know it exists, but it floods at high tide so we’ll have to time our arrival and departure exactly. Which gives us a very small window for finding and rescuing Sara.” Jack nodded looking down at the map curiously, there were the faintest smudges of recently used ink at the edges. He grasped Oria’s hand and turned it over sharply, she stared at him with a raised eyebrow as he inspected every inch of both of her hands. Perhaps she had over-estimated his trust or his intelligence, either way she knew he was suspicious.
“Once again is something wrong?” Jack frowned as he found the slightest faint stain of ink on the edge of her right hand.
“You been making maps?” Oria glanced at the faint stain of ink, her heart constricted slightly, she had thought she’d gotten rid of all traces, apparently not. There was no way he could link her though, she shook her head looking confused.
“No, I wrote a letter to Sara yesterday, think it could be left over from then?” Jack smiled slightly; the simplest explanation was usually the right one he reasoned. Oria smiled faintly as he accepted yet another lie and threaded his fingers through hers, resting his fore-head against hers.
“I’m getting paranoid in my old age, no worries love.” Oria smirked.
“Don’t you mean all the rum is getting you back?” He scowled at her in mock annoyance.
“No need to blame the rum love. The rum is the almighty god.” Oria nodded with a mockingly serious face.
“Oh of course. All praise the almighty rum.” Jack smirked and pushed her back against the desk as his lips collided with hers taking her by surprise. She moaned against him already feeling the heat of desire flood through her, he smirked against her and wrapped his arm about her waist dragging her hips into close contact with his own. He loved how easy she was to respond to even the slightest hint of something more.
He knelt slightly to tug the skirt up to her hips smirking as his fingertips brushed bare flesh causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. Her hands rested on the desk as his trailed down to support the backs of her thighs and slip her onto the desk once more. Oria watched him silently as he tugged his britches and belt off in rapid succession before pressing himself back against her.
Oria reached behind her trying to unfasten the corset but Jack tugged her hands back to the desk, “Leave it.” He whispered huskily against her lips.
“I won’t be able to breathe properly.” She whispered back as his hands ran up her thighs brushing little sparks of anticipation up her spine.
“I want you now.” His palms pushed at her thighs insistently urging them apart, she gave in and he stepped into the contact as a condemned man attacks his last meal. One hand rested on her hip as the other crept around to brush over her clit. Her hips jerked against his instantly and he groaned against her lips as she trembled at the rapid pace he was building.
Jack stopped just before she climaxed causing her eyes to shoot open and glare at him, he smirked and pushed his hips forwards. He choked back a cry as he slipped into her and paused for a few seconds to gain some semblance of control. Oria smirked and turned the tables on him tightening all of her lower muscles simultaneously. Jack jerked against her with a sharp cry at the shots of pleasure that sped up his spine and exploded all over his body and glared at her accusingly.
“Not fair love.” Oria bit her lip with a grin and he leaned forwards to capture them once again as his hands rested on her thighs and urged them further apart. She leaned back as she spread her legs further and he began to thrust into her no longer able to control his patience.
Her head fell back as he rubbed repeatedly against her g-spot causing delicious tremors to ripple over her. Jack gave an annoyed cry as he lost control for the first time and he pounded into her a few times before climaxing hard and collapsing against her firm body. After several seconds he realised that she had not joined him and looked at her appalled that he had been so selfish.
Oria merely smiled and watched as he stepped away at her insistence, “It’s ok.” She whispered comfortingly. He didn’t leave her completely his hands still resting on her arms and running over them soothingly as she sat up slightly. His eyes followed one of her hands lower and he realised what she intended on doing and stood watching in awe as she touched herself. Barely a minute later she stiffened with a soft cry and Jack kissed her desperately wanting to be part of it.
“You’ve done that before.” He whispered against her cheek as she wrapped her arms around him stated. She nodded slightly loving the feel of him so close to her.
“Ever since Cordell taught me when I was sixteen.” Jack smirked and kissed her again.
“I wish I’d met this… Cordell.” Oria looked at him amused and he continued at her curious expression, “So I could thank her for all that wonderful knowledge you have of such activities.” She laughed softly and faked a yawn even though she was more than wide awake.
Jack brushed several stray hairs from her face and helped her out of the cursed dress. They collapsed into the bed, Jack content with everything in the world unaware of the turmoil that raged in Oria’s heart.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
DON'T STOP REVIEWING mar1966 I NEED YOU LOL!!! I WISH OTHERS WOULD REVIEW TOO BUT LIKE YOU THEY SHOULD PROBABLY BE CLEANING THEIR HOUSES FOR PEOPLE TO COME ROUND YOU NAUGHTY THING!! BUT I WON'T COMPLAIN THAT YOU'RE ON HERE INSTEAD OF CLEANING :D LOL
THERE WILL BE ONE CHAPTER POSTED TOMORROW AND THEN TWO ON THE 26TH, NONE ON XMAS DAY OBVIOUSLY AND FOR ANYONE WHO WON'T BE READING TOMORROW:
HAVE A VERY, VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE!!!