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Deliverance	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Deliverance
- 2-Elizabeth
- 3-will
- 4-Sand
- 5-Pearl
- 6-Journey
- 7-Cave
- 8-Ritual
- 9-Calypso
- 10-Return
- 11-Awake
- 12-Asleep
- 13-Reunion
- 14-Avoidance
- 15-Cabin
- 16-Jones
- 17-Tattoo
- 18-Irrevocable
- 17
- 18
Irrevocable

Elizabeth saw Barbossa in the galley when she went below decks to find some soup and biscuit in the early evening, so she concluded that he and Jack had not managed to murder each other. She rubbed her wrists self-consciously, wondering where Jack had got to. Barbossa smirked at her knowingly, but she absolutely refused to give him the satisfaction of reacting. He either wanted to taunt her about losing Will again, or embarrass her about something Jack had let slip during their argument earlier, and she was not going to rise to his bait.
Marty smiled encouragingly at her and made room for her to sit beside him; he tried to keep up a one-sided conversation while she desultorily chewed her hard biscuit, and even though she barely responded, she appreciated the sympathy and silent support of the men on board as she dealt with losing Will again. It was rapidly becoming a very bad habit.
After dinner she wandered listlessly below decks, and was overcome with another wave of distress as she passed by the hammock Will had strung across the end of her little alcove. He was always such a gentleman despite his station in life, and although he knew that none of the crew would consider acting inappropriately around Elizabeth - and indeed that she was quite capable of defending herself if they should - he was still too chivalrous to allow her to be vulnerable.
It was dark below deck; night had drawn in as she ate, and by the meager light of one oil lamp, Elizabeth rooted in her canvas sack for the herbs Tia Dalma had given her to take after Jack�s resurrection. She had taken the prescribed measure after the evening meal every day since Jack was rescued, but she still had no idea as to the particular purpose they served, although she had her suspicions. The taste was not unpleasant - a little like anise; Elizabeth was sure if the flavour had been disgusting, she would not have persevered in dosing herself with something so seemingly unnecessary.
She lay back in her hammock, swinging gently with the roll of the ship, but rest refused to come to her. Her head was whirling with the events of the day. So far, she had tried to focus on Will�s fate and put the incident in Jack�s cabin out of her mind, but here alone in the dark, it was impossible to push away. If she closed her eyes, Jack�s face was burned onto the inside of her lids, his own eyes hot and dark with need, and his sultry words echoed again in her ears. The tattoo over her heart, which he had not yet discovered, was tingling as if she were rubbing it.
It did not take long for her to admit defeat and roll out of the hammock; solitude was not good for her now - she had to be around other people to keep her distracted, keep her inappropriate impulses under control.
Less than thirty minutes after going below, she was back up on the moonlit deck, but activity was at a minimum. Cotton had the wheel again; she did not know who he had taken over from - mostly the ship was steered by Barbossa, Jack and the remainder of his crew. Barbossa�s resistance to women in a man�s role, and her peculiar bouts of tiredness had so far prevented Elizabeth from taking a turn, but now that they were a man down, she thought she would have to be allowed her watch. The native sailors seemed content to scamper up the rigging and work on the ratlines, and although Will had told her that Jack seemed able to communicate quite fluently with them, they were still kept from the rotation.
She could see one of the men far up in the crow�s nest - his name was Kinte, and he had nodded to her in greeting on several occasions, but like all the other sailors, he seemed discomfited by her tattoos and up until today Elizabeth had put it down to superstition, and Tia Dalma�s supernatural reputation. But having seen Jack�s alarming reaction to her new adornments, Elizabeth was beginning to wonder if there was more merit in Kinte�s unease than she had given him credit for. His people were far more in tune with the nuances of voodoo than any of the men she sailed with.
She leant on the railing; Cotton meant well, but conversation with the crusty old pirate was difficult at the best of times even without his parrot interjecting it�s own pithy comments. Staring out to sea, Elizabeth wondered where Will was now, and if being with his father in any way counteracted her own participation in getting him stuck on the Flying Dutchman again.
Finding no peace in the cool beauty of moonlight dappling the ocean swells, Elizabeth�s glance was drawn inexorably to Jack�s cabin. Light spilling from beneath the door finally set her mind to rest on his whereabouts. She knew it would be a really bad idea for her to go back in there again today, but her feet were already taking her towards the door while her common sense rattled off a list of reasons to flee in the opposite direction. As her hand reached out for the door knob, she told herself forcefully that she was just curious as to whether Jack had pried any new information out of Barbossa this afternoon.
However, just as her fingertips made contact with the handle, the door swung open and Elizabeth found herself face to face with Jack. He looked momentarily surprised to see her there, but stood aside and gestured for her to enter. She wavered for a minute, her uncertainty kicking in, then stepped over the threshold with a fatalistic sigh.
�You�ll be wanting to know if Barbossa told me anything, I expect,� Jack said, remaining behind her, blocking the door. Elizabeth wondered how he did it, reading her mind when she hadn�t even made it up yet. Sure, she had told herself that would be her excuse for coming here, but she wasn�t entirely convinced that Jack would believe such a flimsy pretext.
�I - yes. What did he have to say about it?� She agreed, deciding to let Jack set the pace of this encounter. He stepped around her and moved over to his desk. For the first time she noticed that he had shed the outer layer of his clothes. His jacket was slung over the back of a chair, his sword belts and baldric discarded on the floor beneath the map table. His sword was propped against the side of his bed, by the headboard, and she could see the barrel of his pistol poking out from under a pillow.
It all combined to make the space seem so much more personal than it had this morning, and she was forcefully reminded that she was alone in Jack�s bedroom, a circumstance made much more intimate by the softening gold of the candle light, and Jack�s own half-dressed appearance. He still wore his boots, but his shirt was pulled out of his breeches, and without the restriction of his personal armory, the front hung open far enough to show an extremely disconcerting expanse of smooth tanned chest. Elizabeth gulped. She should have listened to her common sense; this had been a really bad idea.
Jack seemed to be unaware of her imminent immolation, and tapped one of the parchments on his desk with a forefinger. �Oh yes, Hector bent over backwards to be as unhelpful as he could possibly be,� he replied sarcastically. �I, however - having acquired various useful and interesting items throughout the course of my travels, have managed to come up with some thoughts and ruminations of my own about our dear Tia�s intentions. See here, Lizzie -� he beckoned her closer, and she hesitantly advanced to his side.
Jack was pointing to some scribbles on a faded, yellowing chart opened out on the table, but Elizabeth�s eyes refused to focus on the black lines; all her attention was captured by the ripple of muscles revealed by his open shirt and her gaze greedily devoured every inch of skin she could see. He continued speaking but his words sounded like the buzzing of insects on the periphery of her conscious; she didn�t know what was happening to her, and she couldn�t seem able to control it.
Jack straightened up and looked expectantly at her, obviously waiting for a response. When none was forthcoming, he waved a hand in front of her unfocused eyes, and succeeded far beyond his imaginings in attracting her attention. The open collar of his loose shirt slipped slightly down his left shoulder, and Elizabeth�s gaze fixed intently on the tattoo Tia Dalma had inked over his heart so many years ago. To be fair, she had seen it before, but her whole concentration at that time had been on his wounds and his recovery. It was only now, with his own reaction to her marking at the witch�s hands that the significance of the design struck her.
Seemingly of its own volition, her hand reached out towards the exact replica of her own final tattoo. Except that Jack had obviously had his longer, so did that make hers the copy? �It�s the same as mine,� she whispered, her fingers hovering without actually making contact. What could that mean? Look, Jack,� she added, taking his hand which had frozen in mid-wave when she started reaching for him.
But Jack found himself momentarily distracted from his pursuit of runic enlightenment by something else which was totally unexpected; Elizabeth�s breath, so close to his face that he could feel the warmth of it caressing his cheek, carried the lingering scent of anise�His stomach flopped suddenly with peculiar expectation. She couldn�t have, could she�? How would she even know about such things�the tricks of dockside whores? He was almost afraid to ask, the need to be correct too great to bear the reality of disappointment. �Elizabeth,� he breathed, ignoring her own words. �You naughty girl - what have you been eating?�
Elizabeth looked confused; she had anticipated more enthusiasm from Jack regarding the coincidence of their shared tattoos, but instead he seemed strangely excited about something she ate for supper? It took her a moment to decipher what he was talking about, but he obviously wasn�t going to address her discovery until he had an answer to his own. �It�s just a posset of herbs Tia Dalma gave me,� she replied dismissively �Something to take after we rescued you. I think it�s a tonic to restore energy after the spell.�
Jack was sure that for a moment he stopped breathing. Tia Dalma again, interfering, manipulating them, but so subtly that had he been less aware of the seamy underbelly of the world, he might have completely overlooked it.
But Elizabeth was impatient; she had answered his seemingly random question, now she wanted his attention on her own discovery. Recklessly, she drew his captured hand inside her shirt to rest on her own tattoo, even as she laid her other on his. �Do you think -� she began, but broke off with a strangled gasp as a bolt of energy bright as lightning sizzled down her arm from the point where her fingers touched Jack�s skin. He was similarly affected, his own gasp echoing hers, as the force of the sensation burned along every nerve from the tips of his fingers to the very ends of his dreadlocks, and sent him staggering backwards to collapse into the desk chair, Elizabeth tumbling after him, unable to break the connection.
�Dear Lord, what was that?� She moaned when the wave of energy finally dissipated, and they were able to remove their hands from each other�s tattoo. Returning consciousness found her straddling his lap, but she felt far too wrung out by whatever had just passed to move immediately, even with that annoying voice of caution in her mind yelling at her that this was just the latest bad idea in a very long list of recent bad ideas.
�More interference,� Jack muttered, trying very hard not to move and draw her attention to their compromising position. He was beginning to wonder if Tia�s confounded meddling wasn�t without certain benefits, if Elizabeth kept ending up in his cabin, and on his lap like this. Still, it was better not to alert her to the extremely interested state of his lower regions until he had a better grasp on how she felt about what had just happened, and so he tried to brace himself to ignore the overwhelming need to rub against her just so.

He was certainly surprised when Elizabeth did not immediately leap off his lap, protesting the intimacy of their position. Being careful not to touch the black design on his chest, she held his shirt to one side so that she could study it more carefully. �How long have you had it?� she asked thoughtfully, shifting to a more comfortable position, and Jack just barely held in the moan which rose in his throat. And that was not the only thing rising either. The whelp might have been a paragon of restraint, but Jack was only human, and recently resurrected - apparently with the debatable enhancement of the libido of a callow youth. He ground his teeth and tried to concentrate on what she was saying instead of what she was doing. He had totally lost sight of the fact that this was extremely significant in relation to the hours of research he had undertaken that afternoon on this very subject. What was she talking about?
�Ah - ten years or so,� he gritted out. �After I lost the Pearl to Barbossa. She - ah - did it one night when I was feeling especially sorry for myself.�
�Oh!� Elizabeth answered in a very small voice. �You�ve known Tia Dalma for a long time, then? Been close?�

Jack was startled to realise that Elizabeth sounded hurt - jealous maybe? As if he could possibly be thinking about another woman when she was fidgeting on his lap like that.
�Once, yes!� He bit out finally. �In the past. Before. Not now�Dear God, Lizzie! Get up or sit still will you!� Driven to distraction by her subconscious movements, he grabbed hold of her hips and stilled her distracting fidgeting, and she suddenly became aware of why he was looking so fierce; in fact, with the lack of belts and weapons, it was glaringly obvious even to someone of Elizabeth�s limited experience what her wriggling had done to him. In his state of undress, the rigid outline of his erection within the threadworn breeches could not be mistaken for a gun or a sword, or anything other than a reaction to her proximity, and now that she had noticed it, she couldn�t tear her eyes away, back up to his face or even the tattoo which had consumed her thoughts moments ago.
Her avid gaze did little to relieve the pressure Jack was experiencing; the contrary in fact, and with a groan he dragged her forwards until she was riding his erection. Elizabeth gasped as he pressed up forcefully into the cradle of her thighs, creating that same delicious friction she had experienced this morning with his leg rubbing between hers, except that just knowing it was the hardness of his swollen manhood teasing her through the thin layers of cotton made her shiver with need, and she rocked instinctively against his arousal in an attempt to alleviate her own.
Whilst she had acquired a theoretical knowledge of how a man�s body worked from her eavesdropping as a younger girl, and received a more practical education during her time on the Edinburgh Trader, she had never really touched a man there in her life. During her engagement to Will, what contact his personal restraint had not prevented, had been thwarted by the layers of damask and petticoats that her social position required. Even if Will had been ready to share such intimacy, the fashions of the day ensured that any contact would be minimized for the ultimate preservation of maidenly modesty.
And this was so different from riding his thigh this morning - hotter, harder and thrumming against her own aching place with a life of its own, and Elizabeth could have no more ignored the demands of her own body to create friction and relieve the ache than she could have stopped the tide from coming in. Jack groaned and moved in counterpoint to her as she made the first tentative slide against the rigid shaft between her legs; his eyes, hot and dark caught hers as his hands on her hips began to guide her into a rhythm which immediately had them both gasping.
�I love Will,� she whispered sadly, staring deep into Jack�s eyes, not meaning it as a rejection but more of a bittersweet farewell to her expectations of a future which would never now come to pass. With that uncannily accurate understanding of her innermost thoughts which Jack had exhibited right since they first met, he seemed to grasp instantly what she meant.
�I know, darling,� he replied, soft as she. �But that time in your life is past now, and your destinies lie along separate paths.�
His hand slipped around behind her neck and he kept his eyes wide open and fixed on hers as he drew her towards him; this kiss started soft, gentle - unlike either of their previous encounters, and Elizabeth felt her pain thawing a fraction at Jack�s care. Surely he could not kiss her with such tenderness if he had no forgiveness in his heart for her. It did not take long for the dormant passion to flare up between them. Scant moments later Jack was wrestling the shirt loose and his shaking fingers were tugging ineffectually at her bindings, trying to pull them low enough to reach the skin beneath. �Need to touch you, Lizzie, need to see you,� he panted into her neck. �Need to be inside you.�
Elizabeth could barely respond to these words, the import of them making her shake with nervous anticipation, but no thought of rejection. She wanted it too, even if she had no real experience to draw on; wanted to finally feel the completion of giving herself to this man.
�Knife - my boot,� she gasped in reply, twisting on his lap to bring her foot within his reach, and eliciting moans of need from them both. Jack�s trembling fingers caressed the taut muscles in the back of her calf as he slid his hand down into her boot and retrieved the blade concealed there.
Moments later he was slicing through five layers of coarse linen in a glorious reenactment of their first meeting - but this time there was no James, no soldiers, just the two of them and the secrets he had revealed. Her knife clattered to the floor, unheeded by either of them and the look of awed reverence, the like of which she had never seen on Jack Sparrow�s face, left her in no doubt that he found anything wanting in the sight he had revealed.
In fact, the look on his face made all the wildly fluttering places inside Elizabeth�s body leap up another octave. Her eyes fell to her own chest and she could see that her nipples were puckering up and reaching out to him, right in front of her startled gaze.
The changes in her body, palpable signs of her arousal, made Elizabeth want to see how Jack�s own body was displaying his desire. She could feel the unmistakable hardness between his legs, but even though she was desperate to see how that part of a man grew from the limp and frankly uninspiring sight she had been subjected to on the Edinburgh Trader, to the rock hard, burning shaft she was currently straddling, she did not have the courage to immediately reveal him; instead she settled for pulling his shirt upwards and his hands eagerly joined hers to rip it over his head and toss it to the other side of the cabin.
�Oh, Lizzie,� he groaned, cupping the underside of her breasts in each hand and lightly rubbing the calloused pads of his thumbs over the puckered nipples, while she gazed avidly at the canvas of his chest, smooth and tanned but carved with the harsh of a trophies of an outlaw�s life - the bullet wounds she had seen briefly on the Rum Runner�s island, the webbing of scars on his left arm - another souvenir running around his left side at waist height, of some sword fight where his opponent had got in a lucky hit - and the tattoos; Beckett�s brand, the sparrow and the rising sun - and the twin to her own.
To Elizabeth every mark on his body told the tale of someone who had tried to kill him, to take him away from her before she even knew him, and they had all failed. Every one of them, with their swords and guns and knives had failed to accomplish what she had achieved with one kiss, and tears of shame sprung to her eyes as it finally sank in how unworthy she was to be here accepting his touches, his tenderness and reverent gaze.
Jack was startled to feel the splash of water land on his hand - even more so when he looked quickly up to find that Elizabeth�s eyes were swimming with tears she fought to contain. He immediately brought his hands up and framed her face, his thumbs now brushing away the drops which overflowed. �Lizzie - what? Going too fast for you?� He asked worriedly.
She shook her head frantically, and turned so that she could lay a kiss in the palm of his hand, then reached out to run her fingers regretfully over each memento of how harsh this life of his could be. �I am sorry, Jack,� she whispered. �It was neither a fair nor honorable way to fight, and it�s more than I deserve for you to even let me touch you again.�
�Doesn�t pay to dwell on it, love,� Jack sighed with relief that she wasn�t having second thoughts. �Besides, you are wearing your penance in full view for all to see.� His fingers touched the designs on her forehead, her wrists and finally settled on the symbol on her breast, twin to his own, knowing that the fierce connection it wrought between them would overwhelm her qualms.
Her reaction was all that he had hoped for; with a gasp she surged towards him, and he felt the rising of his own need in line with hers. He was getting impossibly harder and the discomfort he was experiencing only confirmed that the greedy monster in his breeches was already leaking with excitement.
�Jack!� Elizabeth gasped, lost to the sensations he was creating. �Jack, please - do something!� She moaned, and he rejoiced in the permission she was giving. His fingers came to her breeches and he tugged at the buttons and laces holding them together, until he had created enough of an opening to let him inside, to show her exactly what it was she needed done.
Elizabeth tensed as taut as a bowstring when his fingers finally burrowed through her clenched thighs and found the slick, hot entrance to her body and the already swollen spot between her legs from which every unfamiliar sensation originated; he thought for a second that she had climaxed just from the touch of his hand, and wondered if he was going to come in his own trousers like some untried youth simply from the pleasure of watching her. But they both shuddered through the throes of pre-orgasm, and he realised that he had to get control before he ended up taking her for the first time on a chair, still half dressed. Pulling his hand from inside her breeches, he set her away from him, resolutely ignoring her whimpers of objection.
�Not leaving you, darling,� he whispered. �Need to take you to the bed. Won�t do this on a chair.� Calmed by his promises not to abandon her a second time on the brink of something she didn�t understand, Elizabeth let him lead her to the bed she had spent so many hours waiting beside at the beginning of their voyage back from World�s End.
Jack pushed her shirt and the remains of her shredded bindings off her shoulders; her loosened breeches slid over her hips on their own and when he eased her back onto the covers, he only had her boots left to remove until his glorious pirate lass was laying naked and perfect before him.
Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows and watched Jack stare at her; she could feel a flush spreading over her whole body from the tips of her toes to the root of her hair. She was laying wantonly on a pirate�s bed, naked as the day she was born, letting him see every untouched inch of her and it felt wonderful - freeing, not in the least shameful.
Jack was still dressed in in his breeches, and Elizabeth wanted them gone, wanted to finally lay her eyes and more on that part of him which was irrevocably going to bring her over the threshold of youth and make her his woman. There was no concealing the evidence of his arousal, and her avid gaze settled on the dark spot of fabric which was growing at the very tip of his erection; she wasn�t sure what had caused it, but just the sight of it made her press her own thighs together.
Jack followed the direction of her eyes and smirked smugly at her despite the fact that he could feel the weight of her gaze like a physical caress, and it was making his blood boil in his veins. His hands went to the ties of the breeches, desperate to shed the last barrier between them, and found himself unaccountably nervous all of a sudden, worried about whether he was rushing her into something she would come to regret later. It was only this morning they had lost Will, after all.
Seeing his inexplicable wavering, Elizabeth was suddenly worried that he might have changed his mind, be put off somehow by her inexperience and that it must be painfully evident. �Jack -� she questioned nervously. �Did I do something wrong..?�
�What?� Jack couldn�t believe his ears. �No, God - no, love. But I need you to be very sure about this. Be sure that this -� he gestured broadly at himself, �is what you really want. �Pirate, Lizzie. It�s what I am - what I�ll always be, and you know what pirates do darling.� Off her extremely confused but relieved look, he sighed and continued, �we take things, Lizzie; things that belong to other people, and we never give them back!�

Elizabeth�s eyes widened at what he was saying - or what she thought he was actually saying, and it never even occurred to her to be annoyed by the presumption that she belonged to Will - or in fact that she could be taken away from him like a bag of coin or a hold full of swag - not when Jack was all but admitting that his intentions were towards something exclusive and permanent. Words failed her momentarily, and Jack let out a heavy sigh, his face mirroring his regret as his hands left the waistband of his breeches, and Elizabeth realised that he thought she had changed her mind.
She sprang up from the bed, a motion which caused her breasts to bounce in quite an alarming manner, but which had the benefit of freezing Jack in his tracks as he was mesmerized by their movement. �Finish it, Jack,� she whispered, her own hands replacing his on the trousers and making the final tug which exposed him to her eyes.
They both groaned at his release, Jack from relief of the constricting fabric, and Elizabeth from her first sight of a fully aroused man. Although she had thought herself prepared theoretically for this, it turned out that the brief flashes and fumbled self-gratification she had witnessed on the Edinburgh Trader were totally inadequate when compared with the sight of a naked and hugely erect Jack Sparrow standing directly in front of her.
She whimpered and tears of frustration sprung into her eyes. She stared so fiercely and silently that Jack began to shift uncomfortably, wondering if she was horrified by him now that she had laid him bare of all his disguises. He tried to catch her eye, but her gaze was fixed on his cock and even his doubts about her continued enthusiasm weren�t enough to deflate him while his girl was studying him so avidly.
�Lizzie?� His own voice was questioning, and he stretched a hand out to her. She grasped it hard, still engrossed in the sight of him; so hard, so different from the wrinkled, limp organs the sailors on Captain Bellamy�s vessel had withdrawn to relieve their waters over the side of the ship. She whimpered as she took his hand and her eyes were wide and bruised as she finally raised them to meet his, immediately alarming him again until his wooly mind caught up with his ears, and he only just managed to stop himself laughing at her very understandable fears.
�Jack,� she moaned unhappily. �It�s not fair - how is it ever going to fit?�
Biting his bottom lip to contain his relief, he drew her hand down to touch his rampant erection and immediately wished he hadn�t as the very contact with her skin caused his cock to jump and swell, no doubt further convincing her that their union would be physically impossible.
�We will, Lizzie. I promise you,� he breathed. �We were made to fit together, you and I, I and you - us.� It was no coincidence that he chose the words he had first spoken outside this very room, when he had - not entirely jokingly - proposed to her before. �Let me show you.�
Elizabeth nodded, eager to be convinced that her initial reaction was groundless, and Jack drew their linked fingers to the very tip of his cock, gathering the slick fluid leaking out there, and Elizabeth understood that this had been what caused the damp stain on his breeches; with that realization came a new awareness of the ache and the slickness between her own legs. And that was indeed where Jack led her hand next, guiding their fingers to dip into the suddenly abundant amounts of slippery moisture which were leaking from within her body. Elizabeth froze in a momentary fear that she had somehow wet herself, but Jack�s hoarsely spoken words quickly disabused her of that notion.
�Ah, Lizzie darling, feel that -� he moaned. �That�s nature taking care of everything. Your tight little quim getting ready for my cock, getting you all nice and wet so that I can just slide right on in. Won�t hardly hurt at all - I�ll be ever so careful...� His fingers had released hers and all the while he spoke, he was diligently spreading her arousal around the throbbing entrance to her body; on his last word, he swept the pad of his thumb over a swollen nub of nerves buried in her damp curls, and nearly sent Elizabeth off the bed, so glorious was the sensation which radiated out from the point of contact. And that was it for Jack. He kicked his boots and breeches off his ankles and followed Elizabeth onto his bed, trying to ignore her wide-eyed gaze fixed on his jutting erection, but it was practically impossible with it straining desperately to sink inside her.
Elizabeth shivered as Jack joined her on the narrow bed; she wanted to look into his eyes, let him see hers - read the strength of her certainty in her gaze, but she couldn�t drag them away from his manhood. It appeared so hard and swollen that she was sure he must be in pain; the rounded tip of him was dark red and still dribbling a steady flow of a clear viscous fluid which Elizabeth watched as it ran down the length of his shaft to pool in the coarse black hair at the base of his penis.
Elizabeth had no experience to draw on, but she thought that Jack might be as unique here as he was in every other aspect of his appearance. There were a few silver and turquoise beads woven into the dark curls directly above his shaft, and a gold hoop pierced through a knot of skin directly beneath the round head of his penis.
Unable to prevent herself, Elizabeth reached out and ran her fingers down the length of him, from the hoop to the beads, and they both shuddered at the contact. �Do many men - pirates - do this?� She asked softly, as her fingers subconsciously tugged on his decorated hairs, and Jack had to hold her hand still before she pushed him too far.
�Don�t know, darling,� he rasped. �Not something you swap stories on, you know? I have heard it�s good for the lasses, though - adds stimulation in all the right places -�
Elizabeth scowled and tugged her hand away, not sure if she was more unhappy at being reminded of her own lamentable lack of experience, the disparity in their ages, or the doubtless numerous women Jack had been with before her.
Recognising turbulent waters approaching, Jack backpedaled quickly. �Ah, Lizzie,� he crooned, �never had me a virgin before, love - want to do it right, so you don�t feel the need to run off and make comparisons. Needed to have learnt how to do this somewhere, so I can make it good for you�let me show you?� As he was cajoling, his fingers were insinuating themselves between her legs, searching out all the sensitive areas he was sure she hadn�t yet discovered for herself, and which Will was far too much of a eunuch to have shown her.
Elizabeth collapsed back onto the mattress under the encouragement of his guiding hands; she made a tentative attempt to reach again for his erection, but concerned for his crumbling self-control, Jack avoided her reach, and Elizabeth lost the ability to process rational thought the second his middle finger slid into her sticky curls and invaded her body, leaving his thumb to scribe circles over the swollen button of nerves he had discovered earlier.
She whimpered, because it was the only sound she could form. She wanted to ask Jack what he was doing, but words had failed her; his questing finger was joined by another, and she hardly noticed for now he was stroking against a spot inside of her which sent tremors radiating outwards along every nerve in her body, and at the same time caused the muscles surrounding his fingers to clamp down tightly in fear of his removing them.
His low hoarse voice slowly penetrated the haze he was creating with his hands, whispering to her. �Feel that, Lizzie. It�s going to be so good, when I�m deep inside you - drive you wild when the trinkets rub on you here, and here�� he demonstrated with his curled finger and thumb as he crooned to her, working her into a frenzy of unfulfilled need as he pushed her closer and closer to a release she had never experienced and couldn�t imagine.
He wanted her to be trembling on the precipice of climax as he entered her, so close that the simple action of his cock sliding across her clitoris as he pushed inside should be enough to tip her into orgasm, and the pain of her maidenhead breaking would hopefully be overwhelmed by the explosion of her release. He just had to maintain his own control long enough to achieve it, for she certainly wasn�t making it easy with her hands fisted in his hair, and her back arched in search of greater contact thrusting her firm, young rosy-tipped breasts into his face; her breathy moans and whimpers misting her anise-scented breath over his skin.
Jack had thought for sure that this girl would be a screamer, but he found that this was even more erotic, listening to her incoherent grunts and groans, knowing that he had robbed the tenacious and feisty Miss Swann of the ability to formulate words. He rather thought she would be returning the favour in very short order; he was well on the way to become a babbling wreck begging for her touch already.
But he really did need to get control of the situation before they went too far. �Lizzie,� he panted. �Listen to me, darling. It�s important; need you to answer a question�� Elizabeth seemed only to be aware that he had ceased his attentions to her body, and whimpered unhappily, but Jack was insistent. �Need you to pay attention, love,� he persisted, although he hated to do so in case it changed her mind. �Tia Dalma�s herbs - have you bled since you started taking them?� He begged, and the query was so strange that it actually penetrated the haze of need surrounding Elizabeth.
�I - what?� she gasped huskily, hips lifting uncontrollably to search for the fingers Jack had taken away, and bumping instead against his swollen cock. Jack, being unprepared for the contact, moaned and surged back against her, collapsing between her open thighs so that his erection was cradled against her hot, slick entrance. He tried to remember what he had been saying. There was no returning from this; if the Pearl ran aground this very second and every one of his crew battered their way through the door screaming for help, he would still be unable to stop himself from taking her now.
�Your monthlies, love,� he urged desperately, unable to resist the primal urge to move, to create friction, and they both gasped. �Have you had them since I got back?� Tell me yes, tell me yes! �Otherwise I�ll have to be really careful until you have. Be sure to pull out - can�t finish inside you �till it�s safe.�
Elizabeth flushed scarlet at the idea of discussing such private matters with Jack; even amongst her female acquaintances of her own age, such things had never even been whispered about. Nanny Blackwell had called it The Curse and told her that men would pretend such a thing didn�t exist; her own father had become more than flustered and disappeared for nearly a week when it had first happened to her. She couldn�t believe Jack Sparrow was barefacedly asking her to discuss it with him! But her tongue ran away from her shame, anyway.
�No -I, no.� She stammered in a whisper, and Jack groaned at the extra weight of restraint this placed on his almost non-existent control. He buried his face in the exposed curve where her neck met her shoulder, and shuddered; but then tempted by the graceful line of her throat, he couldn�t resist sucking gently on her skin and Elizabeth forgot all about being embarrassed as it appeared Jack had discovered exactly the one spot which could turn her into a quivering mass of need.
Instinct had taken hold of Elizabeth now, with an impulse old as time itself her body relentlessly sought the contact it needed, pushing up against Jack now that he settled between her thighs. Jack tried to adhere to his plan, but as was typically the case with this woman, he had lost control of the plot; before he could even slip his hand back between them, she began shaking, her breath coming in sharp staccato bursts, and her eyes flew open searching for his. �Jack? What is it? What�s happening -?�
Jack was hardly any more coherent himself, with the realisation that she was already on the verge of climax, and his opportunity to slip inside of her on the wave of her orgasm was rapidly approaching as he struggled to make sense of these feelings for her. �Look at me darling,� he instructed hoarsely as he tilted his hips that single inch required to position himself right at the entrance to her body. Her eyes, wide and dazed flew obediently to lock with his. �I�m coming in now, Lizzie,� he whispered. �Don�t fight it, let it happen. Shouldn�t hardly hurt at all if you let go now!� And his beautiful, clever girl did exactly as he demanded, her whole body seeming to burst apart as he pushed steadily inwards, deliberately grazing the full length of his cock across her wildly sensitive clit as he entered.
Nothing she had heard or read could have prepared Elizabeth for the chain of explosions which ignited within her, originating where Jack eased himself inside her body; she would have screamed but she couldn�t find her voice, for something seemed to have broken inside her, shattering into a million diamond bright shards of light as her muscles convulsed around Jack�s invading flesh, trying to absorb and repel him at the same time.
Jack was barely containing his own orgasm at this point; he had been reduced to counting barrels of flour in the hold in an effort to last until he was fully inside Elizabeth. It was a torture far greater than all his time in the desert place, to know that he must pull out of her the minute he arrived, but he knew he was going to come like a tidal wave the second he relaxed his concentration. His cock nudged against her maidenhead, and he withdrew a mere fraction before surging past the thin obstruction and into the scalding hot depths of her body.
Elizabeth gave a startled yelp, and her eyes which had fallen shut with the first onslaught of her orgasm flew open, but not from pain of his penetration but rather shock, for he had bitten down hard on her ear. She glared at him accusingly, but the tremors which were still wracking her body were reaching another crescendo and didn�t allow for the formation of coherent thought.
Jack had become very still now that he was fully lodged deep within her body, and as the aftershocks of her very first orgasm began to quiet, Elizabeth became aware of other things than just the stinging of her ear, and her shock at his behaviour. For one thing, Jack looked as if he was in the grip of a terrible fever, shaking and sweating as he gnawed on his bottom lip, and for another, her ear was not the only part of her body which was throbbing. She could feel every rock hard inch of Jack�s body where it invaded her own, but more than that there was a dull ache between her legs as if she had been bruised deep inside.
This must be the pain of accepting a man which the serving girls had whispered about, and Will had once (in extremely vague and non-specific terms) promised to ease as much as possible on their wedding night. Only there had been no wedding, and the man was not Will. A small giggle welled up inside her as she doubted that Will would have chosen biting her ear as a means of distracting her from the pain of his entry.
Jack moaned suddenly, bringing her attention back to the man who had actually taken her virginity, rather than the one she had always expected to, as the vibrations of her amusement caused her internal muscle to spasm around his bursting cock, and he could no longer ignore the imperative to thrust. �God, Lizzie - got to move, darling,� he groaned into her neck. �Can�t wait much longer. Tell me it�s time, love - please!�
Fascinated by the sensations which were now dulling the pain of his invasion, Elizabeth didn�t answer with words, but instead rolled her hips experimentally beneath him, gasping as she felt the unmistakable drag of those beads over her newly discovered sweet spot.
Unable to do otherwise, Jack took this as permission, and withdrew fractionally, whimpering in a most unmanly way as Elizabeth protestingly clamped her muscles around him in an instinctive protest at his leaving. He wasn�t going to last much longer; he regarded it as nothing short of a miracle that he hadn�t emptied himself mindlessly into her waiting depths a dozen times already, but he was on the knife-edge of his control now, and despite Elizabeth�s obvious inexperience of the seductive arts, she had a sensuous, instinctual response to his every touch and movement, which made her the equal of any courtesan, and it was going to blow Jack�s mind.
Her legs curled around his hips without his direction shifting the angle of their joining, and she pulled his mouth back to hers, her tongue diving inside even as little panting gasps of his name puffed into his mouth. �Oh, Jack - it�s happening again!� She sobbed, �I don�t think - I can�t -�
�You can, darling! You can -� Jack panted against her lips. �But I can�t. Let me loose, Lizzie. Have to pull out �fore it�s too late!� And by then it was too late; Jack�s trinkets and jewelry had worked their magic, and Elizabeth shook with the onset on another climax, the sensations of which were too much for Jack�s battered control to withstand, as every nerve ending in his body reacted to hers. The first burst of his orgasm overcame him far too fast to react, exploding from his throbbing cock like a volcano erupting, but Elizabeth�s own release had left her limp from it�s effects, and with a wrench which was so agonizing he could have howled at the loss, Jack managed to pull out of her and ejaculate the remainder of his spectacular orgasm onto the faded quilt beneath them.
He collapsed beside Elizabeth, left arm and leg slung possessively across her, trying to keep his full weight from crushing her. As his brain cells restored themselves slowly, he wondered if she had passed out momentarily. It certainly felt as if he was on the brink of it himself; he had never experienced anything remotely like this before in the course of his long and colorful existence.
�Lizzie?� He croaked, surprised to find that his throat hurt, and he wondered if he had been the one yelling as he came. If so, that would bring the crew banging on the door faster than rats on the cheese, unfortunately. �You okay there, darling? Tried not to hurt you too much -�
Elizabeth wanted to reassure him that she was fine- better than fine - wonderful in fact, but the power of speech had been effectively climaxed right out of her. She felt as if her whole body had dissolved into the mattress, her insides had become her outsides, and her brains had leaked out of her ears at about the same time her head exploded. If this was what it felt like to be intimate with a man, then it was nothing short of a miracle that anyone ever put their clothes on, or got out of bed to get anything done.
Jack seemed a little alarmed at her lack of response, and she endeavoured to reassure him how very fine she really was by reaching out with one still unsteady hand to praise that part of him which had caused her current state of lethargy.
She found him changed from his previous burning hot hardness, and the difference was enough to stir her from her lassitude and force her to look. Jack�s manhood - no, he had called it something else, something less euphemistic - and even to think the brazen word in her mind made Elizabeth shudder again with a renewed ache. Jack�s cock was softer now, but still thick and long, and to Elizabeth�s partial eyes, far more attractive than any she had caught glimpses of on the Edinburgh Trader. Beneath her questing fingers, the satiny soft skin was slippery with the succulence from her own body, and no doubt also from the torrential burst of seed he had ejaculated between her thighs after he pulled out of her constricting body.
She noticed also as she caressed him with her eyes and her fingers, that amidst the sticky white mess, his cock was streaked with rusty red evidence of spilled blood, and it was the sight of this which located Elizabeth�s voice again. Had she hurt him - had she squeezed too tight? She wasn�t sure there was any way of controlling how hard her muscles clamped down on him as she flew over the precipice of fulfillment. She rather thought not, but they couldn�t allow it to happen again if she was going to break him. Not after she just got him back . �Jack - there�s blood,� she stammered, eyes flying to him in alarm.
He grimaced. �I know, darling. I�m sorry. Does it hurt terribly? It should be better next time. First time is the hardest, and I tried not to tear you apart!� Elizabeth flushed again, feeling very foolish. Of course, her blood - not his; spilt as he broke through the barrier of her virginity. Thank goodness she hadn�t gone on to make a bigger fool of herself by confessing that she though she had damaged him!
The flush was chased away by a wave of comprehension. It had really happened; and Jack wore the evidence - she was no longer a maiden. All the vicious rumors and scandal which had hounded her every move since the first night that Barbossa and his crew had sailed into Port Royal, had finally come home to roost. A pirate had taken her virtue, the only marketable commodity a young woman had available to her in a male-dominated society; or rather, she had willingly, eagerly and with alacrity given it to him. A twinge of sorrow for her poor, long-suffering father who had so dearly wanted a lady for a daughter, and was instead burdened with her, washed over her then. But it didn�t last long, and her remorse for her lost innocence was gone.
The Society mavens had always expected her to end up no good, anyway - allowed to run wild as a girl, with no mother�s influence, God bless her poor departed soul. If only dear Mary could see how her baby had turned out - reckless, wild and disorderly, consorting with pirates and blacksmiths, and no better than she ought to be! Yes, a good thing poor Mary hadn�t survived to see that.

And now Elizabeth had consorted herself right into the bed of the most notorious pirate of them all, and it was glorious! The smile which broke over her face as she gazed into Jack�s concerned eyes made him heave a sigh of relief. �There�s going to be a next time ?� She asked shyly, her fingers moving without conscious direction and despite the fact that he had thought himself completely and utterly spent after an orgasm which he was convinced had drained his body of every single drop of fluid it possessed, Jack could feel his needy cock already beginning to swell under her ministrations. Hell, but resurrection was turning out to be a miraculous thing in more ways than just the obvious!
He stilled her hand with extreme reluctance. �Count on it,� he promised huskily, holding her gaze with his, �and if you don�t stop that it�s going to be a lot sooner than you expect.�
Elizabeth squeaked suddenly as she looked down and realised where her wandering fingers had headed, now curled possessively around his not-so-soft shaft, the tip of her index finger absent-mindedly rolling the gold hoop that pierced though his skin; but the time for embarrassment had passed by eons ago, before she fell naked onto his bed and took him inside her body, and she refused to become all prudish at this point. She was a pirate now; she had finally admitted what she wanted, and taken it for herself. To Jack�s astonishment, and uncontrollable arousal, she carried right on, tracing the length of his growing shaft with a fingernail until her hand reached his coarse black curls, sticky from their release, then moving down and under until she was cupping the swollen weight of his balls in her palm.
�Are there strict rules about how long we have to wait, then?� She asked idly as Jack shuddered at her touch.
�No - ah - there�s - of course not. Just don�t want to hurt you more. Thought you�d be sore from - Bloody, buggering Hell, Lizzie! Where did you learn to do that?� He yelped, every muscle in his body seizing up in shock as her exploring fingers traveled innocently in between his arse cheeks, and hovered on the brink of entering his body, their progress eased by the slickness of their recent coupling all over him.
Elizabeth snatched her hand away immediately, and Jack cursed his unruly tongue as she began to visibly withdraw from him. He had just been so shocked at her uninhibited exploration of his body that the words spilled out unfiltered by his brain; a circumstance he mostly tried to avoid - especially around her. You never knew where unguarded words might lead you.
Elizabeth was wary now, eyeing him as if he was a particularly unpredictable and treacherous current that she had to navigate back to port. This was definitely a moment for actions rather than words; that was after all what had got him into this spot. He pounced before she could retreat physically as well, rolling her underneath him.
�Elizabeth, there isn�t a single inch on my body that isn�t yours to play with,� he began clearly, as he settled himself between her thighs once more. �Believe that I fully intend to have my hands and my mouth all over every inch of yours, starting right now!� And Elizabeth found that she wasn�t too sore to take him back inside her again at all; that in fact, it felt even better the second time.
And much later, when the first pale fingers of dawn were creeping through the cabin windows above them, the third time left them little more than a boneless, barely conscious tangle of entwined limbs, gasping incoherently for breath.

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Well, again it�s been a while, but this is quite a long chapter, and I hope that you find something of value in it�.you�ve certainly been waiting long enough!
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