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[Chapter Twenty: Spilt Blood]
[�Jack
stood up.]
�Gentle,
Jack ole boy,� the pirate chanted to himself, �Think [gentle].�
He stroked
two fingertips along Maren�s jaw line, feather-light caresses from ear to mouth
and back again. She attempted to hold
Jack�s stare bravely, but one look at those intense chocolate eyes gazing down
at her and that feline smirk, almost predatory, caused Maren to turn her face
abruptly to the floor, hiding the blush that bloomed brightly upon her
flesh. The skin under his questing hand
flamed red, hitting Jack�s vivacious libido like a hearty slap in the face. �Steady,� he warned his thoughts, even as his
member stiffened in his britches.
Stepping
behind her, Jack reached calloused hands to Maren�s plated hair. A burning in Maren�s chest reminded the
medium that she had forgotten to breath under the dark eyes of her soon to be
lover, so she released a haggard breath and relaxed under the reverent caresses
Jack was giving her flaxen locks.
Carelessly, Jack tossed the tie in Maren�s hair away, resenting it for
presuming to bridle this beauteous mass into a boring braid. Hair of this caliber should cascade freely,
especially if the �cascading� was in proximity to his own bare flesh. With a skill so speedy it made Maren wonder
suspiciously and a tad jealously just how he became so adapt at it, Jack
unraveled Maren�s hair from its plate and ran his fingers through the silky
strands, marveling at this textured gold.
Clutching her hands over her stomach nervously, the flower still held
tightly in her grasp, Maren smiled, terribly excited, to herself as Jack
nuzzled his face to her hair, inhaling a large breath of her fresh scent and
rubbing his cheek against the soft tresses.
He pecked a worshipping kiss to the back of her head before gently
clasping her elbow and turning Maren around to face him.
Gluing her
eyes to his chest, Maren panicked, positive her blood would stop if she dared
make eye contact. Jack pressed his lips
to her temple and chuckled against the scalp, deliberately baiting her, �What? Ye scar�d to kiss me?�
In spite of
her timid shyness, Maren�s deviance stirred just as Jack had intended and she
glowered up at his golden grin, �Damn straight, I be terrifi�d!,� she
matter-of-factly stated, blatantly unabashed and threw her arms around his
neck, body and mouth crashing onto his.
As
previously mentioned, Jack Sparrow had spent his boyhood in his mother�s
brothel, (needless to say, Jack remembered adolescences quite fondly) and
thusly became privy to the ancient and modern art of the kiss, among other
skills. Indeed, his powers of
osculation were so infamous and praised throughout the seven seas that Jack had
been invited several times to lecture and teach, through enthusiastic hands-on
training of course, at many renown harems, geisha houses, and bordellos
alike. So armed with this legendary
talent, Jack assaulted Maren�s mouth, nibbling lips and sucking at the tongue,
caressing the back teeth and stroking the palate. Maren didn�t have a chance.
Overwhelmed
by that nimble kiss, her knees started to tremble, threatening to fall to the
ground in a helpless pool of besieged desire, but Jack grasped her hips and
steadied her against his body. His
erection was anything but subtle, pressed into her stomach and hard, �By god,
Maren do ye feel how bad I need ye?� he whispered teasing breaths across her lips.
Jack almost
choked to death when Maren instinctually stretched her body, keening an
affirmation in her throat and rubbing against that delicious bulge that shot
electric pleasure up his spine. He
shouldn�t be too surprised, he chided himself. He had long suspected (and
sufficiently proved) that hidden under that thin vale of repression and
frustration raged a bestial succubus begging for release. It was a part of Maren�s nature after all, a
potent sensuality, even if she didn�t know it.
Why was it only Jack that saw the darker potentials in people as clearly
as by daylight? Just lucky, he
supposed.
The
pirate�s mouth traveled along her neck, biting eagerly at her collarbone to
hear that lovely cry that liberally fell from her lips like honey. A persistent pull on his coat lifted Jack up
and chuckling softly, he helped Maren remove the jacket. Her hands were not stayed however, before he
could even free his arms from the coat sleeves, Maren�s fingers were set to
work at the buttons of his waistcoat and soon it was off and furiously
discarded.
Standing on
tiptoe, she lapped her tongue up the hollow of his throat as she frantically
struggled with the sash wrapped around his waist and his belt with all his
affects. He hissed, lowering his head
so she could better explore his neck and was almost unmanned when she boldly
tugged one gold-looped earring between her teeth to tease the sensitive
lobe. Enough playtime, Jack resolved
impatiently, his skin burning for flesh on flesh contact. Along the generous curves of her hourglass
figure, Jack slid his hands, pawing and gathering at her nightdress until the
hem began to inch upward over her legs and knees, exposing her pantalets.
�Wait!�
Maren attempted to push away from Jack, but the captain�s arms immediately flew
around her, holding her to his heated body and preventing any such retreat.
�Listen
very careful, luv,� growling into her ear, he sent tempting shivers running
along her spine, �The devil hiself could break forth the gates o� hell,
reignin� fire, brimstone, the whole damn litter for all I care, but ye and I
will not, [will NOT] I repeat, be leavin� this room anytime in the near future,
savvy? Just ye and me right now, let
the world go fuck itself!� Maren opened
her mouth to explain, but Jack cut her off, adding, �No commodores, no ghosts,
no skeletons, only [ye] and [me], got that?�
�Aye Jack.�
�Splendid.�
�But I only
wants ye shut the window,� she furthered hastily, �and the curtains.�
�Oh,� Jack
stared dumbly behind him at the window blaring silvery moonlight through into
the otherwise dark room. �The thing
�bout that is,� keeping his head pointed over his shoulder, his eyes returned
to smolder down at the medium in his embrace and slurred huskily, �I fancy
pretty things, sweetheart, consider it a pirate prerequisite sort o� speak, to
like pretty things, to own pretty things, to steal pretty things, even just to
[look] at pretty things, and by me blood, Maren, ye be a
[very]-pretty-thing. But how ever will
I see how beautiful ye are with the curtains shut?� He batted his eyelashes in mock sweetness to ask hopefully, �Lest
ye permit me to light a candle?�
For all her
tough exterior and stubborn mindset, Maren started to panic. What was she thinking consenting to
this? She wasn�t ready, plain and
simple! How could she even consider
herself ready if she was still too pathetically timid to let Jack see her
naked? A stupidly na�ve part of her
pitiably wished she could perform this daunting task with her clothes on,
causing Maren to curse her own weakness even more vehemently. Of course nudity was required and of course
Jack would want to see her stripped to the stark! Sadly this revelation brought terrible horrors of what else Jack
might demand from her. After all, he
was an extremely experienced man of the world, who would probably expect a vast
variety of sexual knowledge and carnal activities from his lovers, his usual
partners being infamous courtesans of legendary skills and experience. Sweet mercy, how the devil was Maren
supposed to compete with them?
The despair
was clear upon her face and Jack, having sensed his mistake, quickly gathered
her almost paternally in his arms.
Rubbing her back in soothing reassurance, Jack merrily forfeited,
�Alright, alright, window�s clos�d, but,� bobbing his head close in that
inebriated bow of his, he squeezed her rump playfully, �just this once! Next time I gets to light a bonfire, have we
an accord?�
Relieved,
she laughed still somewhat anxious and nodded.
�[Next time],� Maren�s stomach fluttered with a new confidence, �He
has�n even had me yet and he�s already plannin� the next tumble.�
�Ye skip on
over to that bed and make yerself nice and comfy,� he waved his hands
flamboyantly about, releasing her from his warm embrace and crossed to the
window to fumble with the pane. A
couple clumsy, and somewhat ungracefully frantic, thumps to the glass finally
closed the stuck window. The closing of
the curtains did block out most of the illuminating moonlight, but it was still
possible to see shape and shadow by the smidgeon of determined luminescence
that peeked through.
Maren flew
to the bed, leaping between the satin sheets with a manic smile composed of
both nerve-wracking trepidation and pure-adrenalin excitement. �This is it, this is it, this is it,� she
kept repeating in her mind. Numbing her
pesky doubts, Maren quickly, less she think twice and lose her momentum,
removed her nightdress and tossed aside her knickers�dear god, she did it! She was completely nude and awaiting the
infamous Captain Jack Sparrow into her bed.
It was a miracle she hadn�t fainted yet.
Jack
swaggered, relaxed and slow, to the bed, hiding the fact that he desired
nothing more then to dive right between those creamy thighs and have at
it. Instead, he sat nonchalantly on the
edge and took off his boots. �Believe
this, me buxom beauty,� he crawled next to her, spooning to her side while she
laid stiffly on her back, �ye shall always �member this as the night,� he ran
his thumb over the swell of her bottom lip, �ye sport�d with Cap�n Jack
Sparrow.�
And Jack
pounced, and truth be told, none too gently.
His mouth
sealed over hers, rough and demanding as his breath was husky and hot against
her cheek. The arms with which she
clung desperately to the sheet covering her body were gripped by the wrists and
forced to her side, the sheet being torn away a moment later. All at once, Jack�s hands were everywhere
upon her bare flesh, caressing down the curve at her waist, stroking dangerously
close along the inside of her thighs, gripping the swell of her arse, and
tickling along her calf. She lay limp
in his arms, totally absorbed by his consuming kisses, until those agile hands
turned their attention to her breasts for an intense inspection.
The coarse
pad of his palm roughened over her nipple and a sudden cry tore from her mouth
as she arched her back in an instinctive invitation. Squeezing the bust so kindly offered to him, Jack admired the
size and shape. Maren�s hourglass
figure was no trick of the corset, these were genuine curves, very generous
genuine curves at that! Jack recalled a
common adage often quoted by Gibbs, �Anymore then a handful�s a waste,� well
with plenty more than a handful staring back at him, Jack could confidently
swear that Gibbs was full of shit.
While he pinched her other nipple and marveled at the little groans that
spilled from Maren�s lips, Jack morosely wondered what the color of those nubs
of flesh were and cursed the dark for the umpteenth time for hiding such a
delightful secret. He hoped they were
pink, god how he loved pink nipples!
�Oh!�
digging her nails into his chaotic hair, Maren called out in a blind passion,
for Jack had replaced his attentive hands with a warm moist tongue, �Oh Jack!�
was all she could manage. He spent a considerate
amount of time just licking at those globes of enticement, letting his fingers
travel lazily about her thighs and stomach and thoroughly enjoying the taste of
her clean skin. Teasing aside, Jack
finally took a throbbing nipple into his mouth and suckled greedily, grazing
his teeth lightly enough to toughen the nub.
With one
hand still scratching at Jack�s head and shoulders and the other turning
white-knuckled in its death grip upon the sheets, Maren was wallowing in
surprised delight. She had never
imagined her breasts to be some wonderful erogenous things (up to this point,
she had believed their sole function was to guarantee her a wicked backache at
the end of the day and prevent the entire male species from making eye contact
with her). A whole lifetime with this
bosom attached to her chest and only now does she realize their potential? Much to her pleasure, Jack�s ministrations
were becoming harsher, now bites and hard sucks were applied to her skin. And unbeknownst to the medium, he was
sporadically marring her flesh with red and purple marks that would brighten
considerably come morning. �Mine,� he
reasoned as he left a particularly large impression over the summit of her
cleavage, �so everyone will know.�
Returning
to her lips, he subjected her mouth to a substantially noisy and wet kiss,
while laying his weight on top of her.
The pressure was heavenly, pushing against her flushed body, something
substantial, something touching her all over. Stretching apart her soft thighs,
Maren sucked his tongue appreciatively when Jack settled his hips between her
legs. True, he was a lean man of
average height, but his weight, heavy with muscle, was like nothing she had
ever desired before, the wish to be crushed by his brute strength against the
mattress, totally at his mercy. It just
felt so bleeding [natural] to be pinned by him. The burning, which had been contained somewhere inside Maren�s
belly, flared furiously bright and ran through her blood like drunkenness,
heating her body with a possessive urge to press Jack�s skin upon her own. She whimpered kittenishly and used her nails
as claws to tear at his linen shirt.
She wanted to feel his heat, the sweat from his flesh, the contours of
his body be it coarse or smooth. Damn
straight, she [needed] him.
Jack sat
back on his knees and feet, winking at Maren before lifting the hem of his
shirt up. No sooner was the fabric
thrown aside, then Jack was pleasantly surprised by a frenzied medium
plastering herself against his chest and straddling his lap with her
thighs. In an instant, her tongue was
down his throat, delighting in the taste of rum, and they exchanged hearty
groans as their naked torsos finally touched, slick from saliva and sweat. The fleshy contact was utter perfection,
causing Maren to wrap her arms and legs around Jack and grind her hips
aggressively against his thighs, especially rubbing at the lengthy bulge still
painfully hidden. Some distant part of
her, very far removed from her present state of her mind, was embarrassed by
the obvious damp spots she was leaving on Jack�s thighs, her moist entrance now
wetter then she could ever recall being.
But as far as her oversexed thoughts were concerned, she couldn�t give a
flying fuck! He shouldn�t be wearing
his trousers anyway!
And with
that revelation, Maren pushed him down on his back, her lips following close
behind to attack the curve of his neck, nipping at his Adam�s apple
affectionately. Relaxing, Jack
forfeited the helm to Maren and allowed himself to recline under Maren�s
caresses while half-smirking at the ceiling.
Her fingers began a zealous exploration of his body, the tongue and
mouth next to trail behind. The salt
was prominent on his skin like the ocean was soaked into his sweat. Stroking her palms down his abdomen, she
traced the lines of muscle with her fingers and giggled girlishly when Jack
flexed a bit to show off his excellent physique. The sea had roughened his skin, but this only enhanced his
texture like polishing marble. Jack�s
bicep fascinated Maren for a few moments, so she trailed her tongue along the
swell of arm and down to the tanned flesh along the forearms to memorize its
masculine form forever. He bent his arm
slightly and Maren had the strangest sensation as she pecked a reverent kiss to
the inside of his elbow, almost like his body was surrounding her lips. It made her shiver in delight.
She heard
him chuckle warmly and her eyes shot up to him, daring him to say something
stupid, but he just smiled insanely down at her, quite possibly the happiest
man in the world, save for the fact he wasn�t on the Black Pearl enjoying this
moment. Something about that smug
satisfaction forced Maren to rebel against him, well just a little rebellion,
more like a spiteful insurgence.
Blowing cool air along his damp chest, Maren�s tempting mauve lips
hovered over Jack�s dark nipple and, keeping an unwavering stare upon his
shadowed eyes, she promptly bit him, kind of hard too.
A rumbling
growl sounded from his chest and he gripped her shoulders, his fingers digging
in, but not pulling or pushing her away.
Moaning a deeply sensual purr in alto, Maren began licking and kissing
the abused flesh like a coy apology, but her eyes were anything but sorry as
she stared defiantly up at him. Driven
by an instinct even more ancient and primal then her remarkable �sense�, she
continued the trail downward, tickling Jack with her silken tresses that fell
sporadically over his chest and stomach.
As a cat arches into a heavy pet, Jack arched his back, his head lulling
and throat exposed, abandoning himself to the satin hair and silken tongue and
marble lips that taunted his bare torso.
So heaven does exist, he mused fuzzily to himself through a haze of
eroticism.
Nipping
lightly at his flat bellybutton, in no way treating it as harshly as she had
his throbbing left nipple, Maren suddenly found herself at the waist of Jack�s
gray trousers. She wasted no time with
petty virgin apprehension or silly modesty; instead she immediately wrestled
with the fastening to Jack�s britches, though her heart was lodged nervously in
her throat.
The dreaded
pirate captain aided her in her clumsy fumbling, making quick work of the laces
and sliding the trousers off. Grunting
hoarsely, Jack sighed when his strained erection finally sprang free from its
cruel confines. What a relief! What a god damned relief!
Maren was a
tad more reprehensive. Chewing her
cheek and undoubtedly blushing a glowing red though the room�s darkness hid the
color well, she peered curiously down at Jack�s lap. The shadows hid several more of the minute details, but the
overall shape and size was discernable and she silently prayed that it was a
trick of shade that made his member appear so�well, [imposing].
Tentative
and slow, she grazed the pads of her fingers along the velvety shaft, listening
intently to the sharp hiss of breath that Jack was inhaling through his
clenched teeth. A genuine curiosity
inspired her to slide the entire hand along Jack�s sex to memorize the
different bumps and grooves. It was
pleasantly hot to the touch and very firm.
Unconsciously, she darted her tongue across her lips while growing bold
with her fondling and wrapping her fingers around to better judge the
circumference.
Suddenly,
he grabbed her wrist, abruptly halting her ministrations and she raised a
panicked gaze to his, her eyes asking one silent question, �What�d I do
wrong?� Yet, his expression remained
fathomlessly passionate, a conceited smile marking his features as he nibbled
endearingly at her shoulder.
�Tell ye
what,� burying his face into the crook of her neck, Jack slurred hot breaths
along her collarbone. His hands dancing
characteristically along her arms, �I�ll give ye exactly one minute to acquaint
yerself proper with �littl� Jack� here,� he nodded his head towards his proud
member, �then I have me dastardly way with ye.
Agreed?�
She
mirrored his friendly smile and smacked a startlingly sweet kiss upon his
whiskered cheek, before enthusiastically returning to her inspection of the
male sex. Jack was good to his word
(this time) and sat back on his elbows so Maren could easily explore at her own
aptitude. Actually, Jack was finding
her eager interest and exceptional instincts, not to mention her untapped
talent for sex, to be a serious turn on.
How many women really took the time to properly appreciate his
cock? Surprisingly, not many, in spite
of the fact it was a very fine cock if Jack did say so himself! Sure there was always the offhanded gasp in
reference to size, but did they ever really marvel at it like this willful
virgin was doing? Maren had an
appreciative nature that Jack, in turn, appreciated very much!
Using both
small hands now, Maren petted �little Jack� with more deliberate force and set
about a slow, yet building, pace.
Rhythmic groans and affirmative mutterings such as sporadic, �Aye�that�s
nice,� or, �Mmm, like that now,� sounded from Jack�s smoky voice, his brows
knotted with a thin sheen of perspiration across his forehead. When she reached the head of his shaft,
Maren twirled her palm round and round, an impish test to see just how much
torture Jack was willing to take. His
body tensed up and she felt the heat of his [stare] upon her, but pretended she
hadn�t noticed his restlessness.
Instead, this foundling vixen sucked her index finger into her mouth,
slurping loudly as she popped the digit out, and rubbed the wet finger against
the slit already pooling moisture at the tip of Jack�s cock.
Two
powerful arms swooped her up into a bone-crunching embrace and kissed her
roughly, growling against her lips, �Has it been a minute yet?�
�Nay, I
count�d thirty-two seconds.�
��close
�nough!�
Maren
squeaked in surprise as Jack unceremoniously tossed her to the head of the bed,
tucking a pillow, almost as an afterthought under her head. With one graceful hand he pinned her
shoulder down, forcing her to recline under him, and the other hand parted her
knees. He caressed his fingers up her
quavering thighs while he positioned himself, kneeling, between her spread
legs.
Gasping and
tensing, she watched in uncomfortable modesty while he stared with hungry eyes
at her untouched sex and brushed his palm against the moist curls and cupped
her core. �Aye, ye�re plenty ready,�
the incubus grin was back, taunting above her for being so wet for him. He parted her nether-lips with two
incredibly skilled fingers, swiping his middle finger up the slick slit and
massaged her hidden pearl, wondering at his immense luck for being the first
foreign hand to explore such forbidden territory.
A strange
tingle lighted Maren�s nerves and shivering, she inhaled a sharp intake of
breath and released a siren�s throaty sigh.
This expert fondling had her whining incoherently in a matter of
seconds, body suddenly slackened and languid under Jack. If ever there was an invitation Jack was
willing to accept, he prepared to enter sweet paradise with one quick plunge-
Abruptly,
she stopped him by bracing her arms against his shoulders, �Is this goin� to
hurt?� biting her lip, all the fearful panic evident in her eyes.
�Hurt?� he
seemed scandalized by the very idea.
Perhaps Maren should�ve noticed how he suspiciously hid his arm behind
his back, fingers crossed, �Oh nay, o� course not luv! That whole �virgin-ouch� thing, why its just
a daft ole wives� tale! To scare
amorous maidens such as yerself �way from dashin� rouges like me. Savvy?
Ye wo�n feel a thing, ye have me word.�
He nodded amicably, eyes shining bright.
Her heart
swelled, such love for this pirate, such adoration! She finally relaxed, totally trusting, in his embrace. Cupping his strong jaw in her delicate
hands, Maren lowered his face to hers and closed her eyes as they shared a
magical kiss.
A flick of
his hips and Jack thrust into the virgin-
-who
was now virgin no more.
Now to
Maren�s credit, she didn�t scream or shout and certainly didn�t cry, though she
scrunched her eyes shut against the stinging tears that threatened to fall and
clenched her jaw so hard her teeth ached.
She felt herself tear and give way for him, left with a vicious burning
in a place inside her she barely knew existed.
Mercifully, Jack completely stilled after the initial assault, to which
Maren was grateful for a moment to accommodate this queer new sensation, the
feeling of being stretched and filled to sheer capacity.
Now to
Jack�s credit, he didn�t finish off upon entry, though he had never been so
tempted to ride the wave of orgasm he somehow kept at bay. Instead, he scrunched his eyes shut as well,
breathing calming, slow breathes through his nostrils to qualm the
passion. She was so deliciously tight,
like some divine vice, so warm, so smooth!
Guiltily, he felt the muscles tense around him, only adding to his
intense pleasure as the walls of her passage gripped his sex, and could�ve
thrown himself on his cutlass, knowing it was he who caused her this pain. Not like he wouldn�t do the same again if
given the chance, but he still felt like a bit of a knob nonetheless.
A stinging,
sharp slap to his cheek brought Jack�s mind back to the woman under him. He stared down at her with her hand still
raised threateningly, incredulous, �Did I deserve that!?�
�Aye,�
Maren shouted back at him and accused shrilly, �Liar! Ye said it would�n hurt!�
�Pirate,�
lovingly stroking her hair out of her face, Jack cooed, genuinely caring,
�Would it have made any difference hads I told the truth?�
��suppose
not,� she conceded, pouting but still leaning her face into Jack�s soothing
caress.
�If it
keeps hurtin�,� Jack pressed a finger to her nose, �let me know and we can stop
quick as a lick.�
Yet even as
Jack said this, the pain was gradually fading and all that was left was this
yearning sensation as if waiting for something, anything. Coyly, Maren wrapped her legs around Jack�s
lean hip, smirking proudly all the while, �Not on yer life Sparrow.�
�Cap�n
Sparrow, me beauty,� he chuckled.
�Aye
Cap�n,� wrapping her arms around his neck, the barmaid resolutely flexed her
thighs and drove her hips upward and shivered as the craving in her belly
flared into a raging flame. She
attempted the same maneuver, building on this strange hunger inside her,
needing more, more of him, more of Jack.
Jack warily
met her thrust with a rock of his hips, looking for the slightest sign of any
discomfort from his lover or perhaps another oncoming slap, but none came. Instead, there were soft whimpers from her
mouth and the most adorable expression of utter concentration while she tried
to simulate the same intense tremors experienced in the alleyway earlier that
day. �Well littl� Jack,� he thought to
himself, �seems like the pain�s gone, and that be meanin� time for us to get to
work!� He commenced with a languid
rhythm, solid flexes at the hip, which had Maren panting for breath in a matter
of minutes.
Just as
Jack was well versed in the art of the kiss, he was also well educated in the
science of the hump. This particular
arena was what separated the men from the boys sort of speak. So many foolish blokes mistake strong and
fast for timely endurance or lazy and slow for tender strokes. Any whore will swear that all the foreplay
in the world will never make up for a bad hump! Luckily, Jack had a sense all his own when it came to such
things. Different situations called for
different techniques. Not only is there
tempo and application to consider, but also positions and styles-pivots, rocks,
thrusts, plunges, shifts, grinds, rams, pulses-all required specific
circumstances not to mention the preferences of the lady present and natural
endowment of the man. Jack was schooled
in them all and in this matter he had been quite a remarkable, if not
enthusiastic, student.
Like a
professional duelist chooses a weapon, Jack decided to commence their
lovemaking with lengthy prods, which were gentle but firm and kept his hands
free for other stimulation.
What bliss
for Maren! His hands were everywhere,
petting, squeezing, pinching calloused fingers that taunted and teased her,
always touching enough to pleasure but never enough to satisfy. Maren had an epiphany (alright, one of many)
that night, the human mouth, especially Jack�s own warm tongue and chapped
lips, was undeniably a potent and powerful sexual organ! How else could it entice such profound
pleasure from any and all body parts?
Every nip, suck, and lick from that ferocious red mouth brought any
plane of flesh to searing heights of sensuality. At that instant, Jack was brutally suckling at Maren�s left
breast, his fingers grazing deep down her hips and thighs. And always there was the undeniable pulse of
Jack�s member pulling and pushing inside her, this perpetual shiver that
coursed like an enchantment through her blood and bone.
The air was
thickening with the scent of sweaty sex and the sound of heavy breathing from
the gasping mouths of both lovers. Tiny
mewls and sighs punctuated Maren�s panting and she relished the noise of the
slight squeak in the bed and the light tap of skin against skin. She knew she should be reciprocating Jack�s
caresses, but she was trapped in such mindless ecstasy that all she managed
were sporadic strokes as she clutched desperately at his back.
Honestly,
Jack hardly noticed. Between the taut
tunnel that clenched slickly down on his throbbing cock and the intoxicating
sight of this beautiful lass below him, mouth agape and panting with skin
glowing pale in what little light there was, there was little room for any
coherent thought. He snaked his hands
between their thrumming bodies and sought the folds to her sex, ruthlessly
rubbing the center of womanly pleasure.
�Ah!� she
began a quick ballistic grinding against Jack�s groin, obeying the command of a
pounding excitement that lit fire to her nerves. There was an overwhelming urge to impale herself on Jack, to be
entirely surrounded and filled with him.
Every stab of his shaft dragged her, practically drowned into an abyss
of craving and the maddening desire to [finish]. ��harder�,� she breathlessly ground out, then found her voice
enough to shout out, �Deeper, oh please, oh god!�
Begging! Always an excellent indicator on how well
the fuck is going, Jack�s wide grin glinted in the dark. He sped up his thrusts, seasoning in a pivot
to rub firmly against the engorged lips of Maren�s sex. Also, he decided to delay his own
gratification for the time being, not quite ready to bid adieu to this tryst
yet. He had every full intention of
meticulously enjoying himself, since it wasn�t everyday a man deflowered a
virgin and, with how amazingly tight Maren was, it made Jack wonder if he�d
ever had a real virgin before.
Maren was
literally rendered speechless! Tossing
her head to and fro, she whimpered, wailed, and wept jumbled mutterings
consisting mostly of Jack�s ominous name upon her lips. A tremendous tingle swiftly thrived in her
belly and Maren�s first reaction was to resist this irresistible insanity, so
while she pulled his hips to her with her legs, she pushed against his flexing
chest with her arms. But Jack sustained
his wicked rhythm, adding a rough squeeze to her breasts to seal her climax. The wave built in Maren, sending her soaring
higher and higher and driving her mad with fear of falling. It spread from the darkness in her center to
a blinding light that consumed her every twitching muscle and nerve ruthlessly. Seeking the only substance she felt could
conceivably contain her, she arched and grabbed at Jack, her breasts and
stomach crushed flat against his body, and still the pleasure possessed her!
Then all at
once, there was an incredible explosion inside her. Tremors of liquid hot passion coursed through her body, and every
fiber of her being was soaked in golden satisfaction. Her body stretched tense as a bow and she bit Jack, rather
harshly, on his shoulder, tasting the distant tang of copper on her taste buds,
all the while barely conscious of her own shouting screams that muffled against
his delightfully abused flesh, �Mmm�aye!
Oh, Jack! O-oH!! Jack!
Yes, ah yes�Jack, aaah!! OH, JAAACK!!�
Toes curled and nails scratched sadistically sharp along his back, Maren
shivered uncontrollably as the waves of her first orgasm crashed mercilessly
over her awakened body.
Abruptly,
Jack had stopped his motions and was thinking very thoroughly about Gibbs
naked, or burning rum, or that time Anamaria attempted to castrate �little
Jack� when big Jack wouldn�t take �I�m not interest�d� for an answer-anything
to fight the quavering skin below him, the impossible strain on his libido.
Eventually,
Maren became limp in Jack�s embrace and she laid back in dumbfounded shock as
spots danced before her eyes, shivering occasionally as the spent passion
diminished its course. Feeling numb and
lightheaded, she touched a trembling hand to her flushed face, surprised to
discover tears on her cheeks. So much
wonderment filled her eyes that Jack chuckled merrily above her, his
hair-beads, charms, and all-curtained her head. It wasn�t the first time he had made a woman weep, hopefully not
the last.
A violent
sob tore from her mouth, startling the smug captain, and threw a suffocating
hug around his ribs as she cried.
Staring down at her, brows crossed, Jack felt her hot tears run down his
skin. Though originally caught off
guard, Jack believed he understood the reason behind the sudden outburst,
�sheer disbelief�. He comforted Maren,
propping himself on elbows and toying with her hair, (his poor, neglected cock
still imbedded in that perfect channel, unmoving). �Hush luv,� his smoky voice lilted, so raspy in the dark, �Ole
Jack�s still here, eh? Perfectly
natural what happen�d, do�n be scar�d.�
She raised
her face to look pitifully up at him, shaking her head, �No Jack, I-I do�n
think�I mean-I, that ca�n be normal!
�T-twas�too-I ca�n do that �gain, I mean, its just not possible-,�
flustered, she mumbled very quickly.
Another tear fell.
�Oh Maren,�
he cooed like she was some silly child and kissed the tears away, lapping at
the salty drops. �I call�d it, did�n
I? Aye I did, said ye was a �screamer�
and now what? I bet yer voice be half
raw from all that yellin�! Right in me
ear I might add,� playfully, he chastised her.
The teasing
worked and Maren giggled in spite of her confusion, but her laugh jiggled
lightly through her body and she was reminded of Jack�s still obvious state of
arousal, especially since it remained inside her. Thinking perhaps she�d done something wrong, that she hadn�t
properly pleased Jack, she pointedly glanced down at the shadows of their
joined bodies and quarried meekly, almost in an uncertain panic, �Jack? Um, should I-?�
�Decid�d to
permit ye a moment to recover, is all,� he hurriedly reassured her before the crying
could start up again, �But now that we�ve had ourselves a pleasant litt�
breather, I am gettin� a tad spot on the antsy side, so�?� Shrugging with his usual inebriated charm,
Jack left the question hang in the air, knowing full well the answer.
A smile
bright enough to illuminate the dark room flashed over Maren�s features as she
nodded.
�Excellent!�
he slurred and beamed, lifting Maren up by the waist and scooting her up, never
breaking their intimate contact, �let�s get ye comfy, eh?� smirking at her, he
began gathering pillows and fluffing them up behind her back and head, against
the headboard. And as gentle as can be,
he lowered her down, half-sitting, half-reclining propped up by those pillows. �Now,� he positioned himself on his knees,
towering over her, �just lay back and enjoy the ride,� lowering himself for a
rough kiss to her mouth, �no worries,� he spread his arms and gripped the top
of the headboard in an iron-clasp, �Cap�n Jack Sparrow fancies taken his
precious time,� he winked evilly down at her, �savvy?�
He slammed
into her.
And did it
again.
And again.
Swift and
hard, Jack shoved relentlessly into Maren and the medium was immediately
thankful for the pillows that cushioned her head, lest Jack ram her skull into
the headboard. Jack had switched his
mode of fucking, now wielding powerful thrusts with a definite rocking motion
to heighten the pleasure on his cock.
With every thrust, the head of his penis grated against Maren�s soft
inner walls and every pull gripped his foreskin back, hitting his nerves like
the most awesome of lightening strike.
This particular technique had one purpose, to drive Jack insatiably mad
with ruthless lust. It was working!
Maren was a
bit overwhelmed, to tell the truth.
Only a few minutes ago, she had tasted the first heights of pleasure,
now Jack was attacking her like some savage animal, having at her like some
wild stud in the pasture. Even more
shocking, between the hungry tingle that was already rekindling around her sex
and the grand sight of Jack Sparrow, sweat occasionally dripping down his nude
body, glistening in the darkness, eyes closed or heavy-lidded, panting harshly
through chapped lips, growling or purring whichever the case may be, anyway,
between these two things, Maren discovered she liked it! A lot!
She began rolling her hips with his plunges, accentuating the searing
contact for both of them.
The muscles
of Jack�s arms and stomach flexed as he pummeled in such a swift pulse, obeying
this most primitive of beats. By the
Pearl, nothing could compare to the soaring sensation that drove him
onward! �So damn tight,� he grunted,
�Fuck me! Son o� a bitch Maren, yer so
fuckin� beautiful! So fuckin�
wet.� It wouldn�t surprise anyone to
discover that Jack was an avid practitioner of dirty talk in the bedroom,
seeing how he always so enjoyed to hear himself speak in every other situation,
why should the amorous episodes be any different? �Ye feel that, me wanton littl� tart?� after a singularly rough
jab with his fierce member, Jack growled, �Feel how hard? Aye strumpet, that�s for ye! That�s what ye do to me, ye nasty
tease!� One of his hands released the
headboard to pet Maren�s face, neck, shoulders, and swaying breasts
heavily. She eagerly opened her mouth
to allow one of his fingers in, to which he twirled the digit along her tongue,
in a direct parody that made her skin blush hotly. �Do ye want it? Ye want
it do�n ye Maren?� grabbing her knees, he spread her knees like a host offers
supper and delved deeper into her, �Take it then, ye filthy sexy littl�
slut! Yer Jack Sparrow�s pretty slut,
are�n ye?�
Somehow,
the wisearse in Maren was able to swim to the surface of sanity to laugh out
loud, �That�s [Cap�n] Jack Sparrow�s slut to ye!� She was running her palms and fingers over Jack�s rippling chest,
pinching the nipples in punishment.
A harsh and
breathless laugh erupted from Jack�s throat, perhaps it could�ve been
considered merry if didn�t sound so damn malicious, �Aye, the wench knows her
place at last!� The thumping of the
headboard against the wall was getting louder, underlying the noisy claps of
flesh against flesh. His harsh
breathing was as intoxicating as his naughty words had been, punctuated with
masculine groans and more depravity, �Ye like that, eh? Damn straight, ye fuckin� luv it! Beg for it!
Beg for it and I�ll give it to ye!�
��please,�
Maren whispered, for the waves of desire were beginning to mount and this time
she was prepared for their course.
�Louder!�
he shouted, he too was rising into the sweet abyss. He crushed his entire body against Maren, putting his hands under
her to grab her shoulders with bruising strength. His strokes were intensely powerful now, hitting both their marks
insistently, over and over again, so hard, so deep!
�Please
Jack!�
�Aye,
YESSS!� and what could only be accurately described as a searing roar tore from
his throat as his body came, stretching his muscles impossibly taunt while he
emptied his seed into that clenching heaven his sex was buried in. And Maren didn�t fight her climax this time,
but instead built on her frightening tremors of lust, allowing herself to be
consumed with Jack, by Jack, all for Jack.
She finished, exhausted and sated, slightly ahead of him, so that she
was able to study his features at the exact moment he released. Kristy had often referenced the telltale
�[oh] face� of a climaxing male, stating with due certainty, that no man looked
more stupidly ridiculous and daft then at that the height of passion.
But no, not
true for Jack Sparrow, there was no baring the teeth like a dog or squinting
the eyes like a blind man, only an expression of divine inspiration. His eyes were closed as if in prayer and he
smiled handsomely in sheer rapture, the picture of heavenly ecstasy! The image stole Maren�s breath, to which she
was still gasping greedily, away and she quickly memorized this scene, to
treasure in her heart forever.
There was
simultaneously a hot spurting she felt from inside her where Jack�s thick shaft
was mightily trembling. It tickled her
in the queerest of ways, pooling along down her opening. True, it was oddly a strange sensation, yet
could also be considered pleasurable and not altogether unwanted.
Jack moaned
loudly and collapsed unceremoniously onto Maren. His muscles were rubber and his bones had melted in that
incredible heat that flamed his very soul, and even though he was aware that
eventually his weight would crush the lass, he couldn�t trust himself to move
just yet, lest he discover that movement was beyond his capacities at the
moment and make an arse of himself falling over. So he waited patiently for his cock to turn flaccid and his
breathing to slow down.
Instinctually,
Maren began stroking his cooling back lovingly, turning her head to kiss his
neck, and smoothed his matted hair out of his face which was turned towards
her. Suddenly, he gripped her wrist in
his hand and with the other cupped their sexes where they still lay
joined. She gasped at the contact and
the serious expression he was giving her, �It be pirate tradition, ye see,
�fore a pirate can swear loyal service to a ship and be named her a member o�
her crew, that pirate must first spill blood either on her deck or for her
captain.� Raising his hands from their
genitals, Jack presented his fingers to her sight, though because of the
darkness she saw couldn�t see anything on his hands, but she could certainly
guess what that something was, �Ye�ve spilt blood for me, Maren. I am yer Cap�n now, the Black Pearl, yer
home.�
With that,
he rolled off of her, slipping from her tender sex and sitting up on his
haunches. For a terrible
heart-wrenching moment, she misunderstood and thought Jack meant to leave her,
to sleep in his own room, but no.
Instead, he reached down to pull the sheets and comforter up, to which
Maren was thankful because the cool night air was already chilling the
perspiration on her skin. This infamous
pirate cracked his neck, fluffed his pillows, and settled the blankets over
their nude bodies, laying down and pulling Maren to him about her waist as a
child cuddles with a favorite toy.
�Night
Maren,� he said cheerfully.
In a matter
of minutes, his light snores whispered in the dark room and Maren watched him
sleep, worshipping him with her eyes and her heart.
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