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Chapter List
- 1-Tia Dalma Demands Payment
- 2-Tia goes a little easier on Jack
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A/N:� Yep, the style is different, but the
assumption is the same.� Jack gets a
favor, and spends a night in Tia Dalma�s
house in return.� Then�
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When she
came down the stairs early the next morning, Jack was already up and
about.� He was standing in the kitchen,
naked save for a pair of unfastened breeches and his bandana, pouring himself
coffee.� He was leaning against the table
a little bit and looked a little too pale, but other than that, he seemed all
right.
Her
eyebrows went up.� �Well don� you be up
an� cheery, Jack Sparrow.�
��M�all right,� he muttered.�
He looked up at her through his matted hair.� �Coffee?�
She sat
down at the table.� �You know I don�
touch dat trink.�
�Right �
you prefer more� organic meals.�� He lost
the saucy grin as he practically fell into his own chair.� He wrapped both shaking hands around his mug
and said quietly, �You went easy on me last night, Tia.�
�Maybe I
was not hungry.�
He looked
her over and took a sip of his coffee and repeated, �Or maybe you just went
easy on me.�
�Are ya makin me de offer?�� He didn�t answer.� �You don� be no good for nobody lookin dat way,� she snapped,
annoyed to realize that perhaps she had gone easy on him for a
change.� �Drink de coffee and sleep.�
�I happen
to think I look sumptuous,� he said, nose in the air.� But then he worried that if he pushed her she
might actually take him up on it, so he buried his face in his coffee and did
as he was told.
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That
night while she was changing for bed, she heard footsteps on the stairs and
suddenly there was Jack Sparrow, in her room, uninvited and without even
knocking.� �Evening, Tia,�
he said wearily, and plopped down on the bed.
�Now what
in de name of de holy could ya want wit me, Jack?�
�You know
what I want with you.�� He met her eyes
in the mirror and then watched as she let her hair down and finished
undressing.� �Jack Sparrow always pays
his debts, milady.� Or, more accurately,
Jack Sparrow always pays his debts to the people from whom he intends to borrow
again someday.�
It was
becoming clearer.� �Ahhh.�
�I know
I�m technically square with you already, but I don�t want you to hesitate about
doing me favors in the future.� So here I
am again and I intend to be the very best meal you�ve ever taken.� Savvy?��
He leaned back on his elbows and tilted his head at her.� �I can take it.� I�ll keep on taking it tonight til I can�t take more.�
Let�s see what you�ve got, eh?�
She could
feel the hunger rising up in her.� This
was a different sort of arrogance from the type she usually fed on � Jack was
going in with his eyes wide open and still thought he could handle
her.� It would be fun to break him of
that.� More than fun.
Tia turned to face him and let him look at her naked body.� She snapped her fingers and pointed to the
ground in front of her.� �Now.�
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Jack
failed to see how servicing a witch with his redoubtable oral talents could in
any way become unpleasant, and his confidence, in addition to another very
important part of him, rose immediately.�
He went on his knees before her and put his hands on her thighs.� As soon as she leaned back onto her dressing
table and opened her legs, he went to work.
She
tasted fine.� She felt fine.� Nothing seemed bad or unnatural about
this quite yet.� Even her hand in his
hair, while firm and a bit demanding, was not unwelcome.� He licked her and kissed her and used his
hands and lips and tongue and all the tricks he knew�
But
although he could feel her body responding it didn�t seem to be quite
enough.� He tried harder.
Still nothing.� Even without her
sighs of impatience he would have known that he was failing � he knew what Tia Dalma felt like when she was
being pleasured, and this wasn�t it.� He
finally looked up, confused.� �I�m- I�m
trying, darling.� Is there anything you�d
rather-�
�Try
better.�
He
did.� But apparently he still couldn�t
satisfy her, because after a few moments she pushed him away and stalked over
to the bed.� She lay down and stroked
herself invitingly.� �You be welcome to
try some�ting else, then.�
Jack felt
guilty beyond measure � he had promised her the night of her life and now
couldn�t even perform the most basic functions of a male sex slave!� Awful.� Well.� This
at least would be easier, wouldn�t it?�
He lay down over her and found her wet and welcoming when he slid
inside� and then noticed the reddish glint in her eyes.� �Why, you nasty little bitch, you�re being
difficult on purpose,� he whispered, smiling despite himself.� He a surge of relief that at least it wasn�t
that he was losing his touch.
It was unfortunate
that he�d caught on so quickly, because she had been enjoying his frustration and
guilt.� Still, when one trick played out Tia had plenty more up her sleeve.� The old standby of making sex painful was
next.� He whined and bit her shoulder but
went at it anyway.� �More,� she breathed.� �Yes.�
Faster.�
�Tia it hurts,� he whimpered, but did as she said.� He thought it a bad sign that he was having
such a hard time already, when she was clearly only just getting started.
�You feel
good, Jack Sparrow,� she whispered to him, petting his hair for
encouragement.� She had her other hand on
his back, down low where it was smooth instead of up where all the scars were,
to feel the play of muscles.� There were
times when she regretted not being able to just lie back and enjoy physical
pleasure for its own sake.
Eventually
he pulled out and sat back.� �Break �
please?� he gasped, crossing his arms and holding tight to his elbows to avoid
the temptation to grab at his burning crotch.�
Itching or rubbing would only make it worse.
She
crawled up and took his erection in both her hands and he learned that itching
or rubbing was nothing in comparison with what Tia Dalma could do to him.�
�Ow ow
please!� Gods don�t do that�� He held onto himself tighter and squeezed his
watering eyes closed.
�Give me
your hand.�
He held
it out to her, palm up, and she spat into it.�
Jack was confused.� She took her
torturing hands off him and gestured down.�
�Go on.�
He was
terrified of what it might do to him, but on the other hand she�d ordered it
and it could hardly be worse, right?�
So he closed his spitty hand around himself
and discovered that, rather than being some new and even worse torture, it felt
miraculously soft and cool and soothing.
Immediately
he set about jerking himself off, but Tia Dalma soon stopped him and replaced his hand with
hers.� The pain was so sudden and so
intense that he almost couldn�t hold still for her.� He clenched his fists at his sides and closed
his eyes and endured it for as long as he could.� She used her mouth a little, and it was even
worse than her hands.� When she finally
sat back, he grabbed at himself without permission but she slapped his hand
away.� �When I say.�
�Say,
then, would you?� Come on, Tia!� Please!�
She made
him wait a little longer, then nodded.� He stroked himself gently and thoroughly, moaning
with relief as it took the burning feeling away from each and every centimeter.� He didn�t like the thoughtful way she was
watching him do it....
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Jack
Sparrow trying so hard to please her at the expense of his own body was
delicious.� She soon thought of an even
better way: she spelled his hands to hurt and hers to soothe, and
then made him rub himself til he was crying for
mercy.� Tia Dalma had no idea what it felt like to masturbate with a
handful of gravel, but according to Jack�s breathless pleas that was what it
felt like.
It was
quite heady to have a pirate doing it to himself on her orders.
When he
had finally reached the end of his willpower and wouldn�t touch his cock again
no matter how many deadly glares she threw his way, she lay him down on his
back and straddled him.
�Open
dos� pretty eyes,� she laughed as she took him deep inside herself.� Jack Sparrow desperate, sweat trickling down
his temples and his trademark makeup smudged by tears, was a sight she thought
she might never get bored of.� Sometimes
his lips pulled back off his teeth in silent screams.� Sometimes he actually would cry out
aloud.� Sometimes he would close his
mouth to stifle the noise, but the squeaking was still plain to hear.� She thought all of it adorable � Jack Sparrow
was one of her favorite people and she found him just all that much more
appealing when he was in a great deal of pain.
�Too
hard?� she asked, sounding perfectly concerned and not at all mocking.
A harsh
almost-laugh escaped him.� �Anything for you, love.�
Ahh-�
�If you say.�
Eventually
he was doing badly enough to completely lose track of his hands on her
hips.� Instead of guiding her up and down
or resting loosely or even clinging in desperation, he had started to squeeze
so violently that he was drawing blood.
She got
off him and turned sideways to show him what he had done.� �Sorry, Tia, I�m
really sorry��
Amazingly
enough, he actually was sorry!�
That�s what made Jack such an exotic and delicious meal.� She pressed his head to the marks and made
him lick them � unlike most pirates she had known, Jack actually had an
aversion to the taste of blood � and then lay down underneath him.
�Tonight
de finish goin be de worst.�
�Believe
me I�m looking forward to the finish however it is,� Jack assured her grimly.� �I can�t take much more of this.� May I?�
He looked
down into her eyes and gave her everything he had left, as hard as he could
without slacking for an instant, determined to bring an end to this torture no
matter how much agony it cost him.� She
made it worse and worse, culminating in pain so severe that when he climaxed
his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out.
She
scooted out from underneath him and tucked him into the covers.� It was the first time she�d ever let a dinner
sleep in her bed with her, but Jack Sparrow was special and she liked him.
Besides,
there was always the chance that he�d wake up and feel some tenderness or
loathing for her strong enough to provide her with a bit of a midnight snack.
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The End (again.)

This time
I think it really is the end.� Succubus Tia Dalma creeps
me out!
Please
review, tell me what you think.
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