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[Chapter Twenty-four: Pledge and Mark]
�Article
One, every man, er lady, um...person!
Every [Person] shall obey civil Command,� Jack boomed elegantly and
perfectly articulate, muttering for the benefit of Maren, �Civil command-that�s
me, the cap�n.� It was a starlit night
with impossibly bright moonlight illuminating the dark waters of the open
ocean. The Black Pearl�s antsy crew,
excited by the prospect of a promised evening of games and drink, stood at
attention on deck, watching Maren�s Pledge and Mark with impatient
interest. Maren self-consciously
stood on upperdeck with Jack next to her, dressed in full pirate regalia and
reading (more like bellowing) from an worn scroll. He seemed extra exuberant this bright night, more inflated and
flashy and Maren couldn�t help but wonder was Jack proud? Of her?
�To disobey
civil Command or otherwise undermine the authority of civil Command shall be
considered Mutiny and shall therefore suffer Death in any manner seen fit by
civil Command. Miss Maren Attle, do ye
mark this Article?� he faced her, his expression dark and beautiful. Jack had already read out the rules of the
Code (well, more like guidelines really) and was now reciting the Black Pearl�s
Articles.
�Aye sir,�
Maren said.
�Louder
please, Miss Attle.�
�Aye sir!�
she shouted out for the benefit of the listening crew.
Captain
Sparrow almost seemed impressed and raised one suggestive eyebrow, �Article
Two, if any Person shall offer to run away, or keep any Secret from the
Company, he shall be marroon�d with one Bottle of Powder, one small Arm and
shot. Miss Maren Attle, do ye mark this
Article?�
�Aye sir!�
�Article
Three, if any Person shall steel any Thing in the Company, or game, to the
Value of a Piece of Eight, he shall be marroon�d or shot. Miss Maren Attle do ye mark this Article?�
�Aye sir!�
�Article
Four,� he continued with lustful self-satisfaction, �If at any time you should
meet another Marrooner (that is Pyrate) the Person that shall sign his Articles
without the Consent of our Company, shall suffer such Punishment as the Captain
and Company shall think fit. Miss Maren
Attle do ye mark this Article?�
�Aye sir!�
�Article
Five, the Person that shall strike another of the Company whilst these Articles
are in force (not including civil Disputes of no consequence to one�s Service),
shall receive Moses� Law (that is forty stripes lacking one) on the bare Back. An attack baring Arm or Weapon can, and
shall if another is struck Dead, be punishable by Death as the Captain and
Company see fit. Miss Maren Attle, do
ye mark this Article?�
�A-aye
sir!� [Yikes!] Pirates certainly took themselves seriously, contrary to their
blase demeanor.
�Article
Six, the Person that shall snap his Arms, or smoak Tobacco in the Hold, without
cap to his Pipe, or carry Candle lighted without a Lantern, shall suffer Moses�
Law. Miss Maren Attle, do ye mark this
Article?�
Maren gaped
at Jack, temporarily forgetting the assembled crowd before her, �Ye�d whip me
o�er a lit candle?� Many watching
pirates snickered at her.
�Lass, I
would spank yer hide o�er spilt salt ifen ye were thus inclin�d, but aye, I
would whip ye for a candle- so saith the Code,� nodding, his assorted charms
and beads glinted playfully in the moonlight, Jack slurred, �Fire be a serious
danger �board a ship, sweet medium.
It�s not somethin� to be taken lightly, to be sure.� Jack stared at her with sincerity and
repeated himself, �Do ye mark the Article?�
�Aye sir,�
she conceded, though the consequence seemed harsher then the crime.
�Article
Seven,� smiling smugly to himself, Jack turned back to the crew and exclaimed,
�The Person that shall not keep his Arms clean, fit for an Engagement, or
neglect his Business, shall be cut off from his Share, and suffer such other
Punishment as the Captain and Company shall think fit. Miss Maren Attle, do ye mark this Article?�
�Aye sir!�
�Article
Eight, if any Person shall lose a Joint in time of an Engagement he shall have
four hundred pieces of Eight; if a limb, eight hundred. Miss Maren Attle do ye mark this Article?�
Now this
was too much! Maren set her clenched
fists on her hips, �Eight hundred pieces o� eight? Be that all me limbs are worth to ye?�
More
laughter and chuckles sounded from the crew and many found to their surprise
that they didn�t mind the delay to the festivities, this show was becoming
unexpectedly entertaining! �While yer
pretty limbs are most assuredly worth much more to me, Miss Attle, to the Black
Pearl they�re worth precisely eight hundred pieces o� eight each. Do ye mark?�
�Aye sir,�
grunting, she crossed her arms protectively in front of her ample chest and
hoisted her nose to the air, �aye, I mark.�
�Article
Nine,� for a moment, Jack�s brow furrowed, perplexed, but he rallied himself to continue with what he was reading
nonetheless. Mirth etched his voice,
�If at any time you meet with a prudent Woman, the Person that offers to meddle
with her, without her Consent, shall suffer present Death.� Turning a gleeful and broad smile to Maren,
Jack asked merrily, �Well, Miss Maren Attle, do ye mark this Article?�
She blinked
comically back at him, �How the ruddy hell am I suppos�d to �meddle� with a
�prudent� woman without her consent?!�
�[Bet I
could manage,]� Kristy piped up thoughtfully, �[Be needin� rope though].�
�Not a
clue, luv,� rolling up the parchment and mindfully tucking it away in an ornate
chest, Jack approached Maren and purred, delightfully pan-like, �but ifen ye
ever gets in the frame of mind to try, do let us watch.� Whooping and hollering exploded from the
crew as they agreed effusively.
�Gentlemen and lady,� he indicated Anamaria who beamed proudly atop a
barrel, while ignoring the burn of Maren�s glare on the back of his head, �Miss
Attle has pledged to the Code and marked the Articles. By the powers vested in me as Cap�n o� the
Black Pearl, I accept her services as resident medium and bind her to this
ship. I also recognize her claim to
piracy and hereby pronounce her a [pirate].�
Maren tried
to swallow her blush, but the pirates before her were so overwhelming
jubilant. They clapped and stomped and
whistled and not in the demeaning or derogatory way that she had expected. Daintily, she curtsied for them and smiled
back at Jack, �That it? All done and
pirate now?�
�Just
require yer mark in the log,� Jack winked.
Suddenly,
Gibbs appeared with a well-worn book and flipped it open to a ledger with three
names posted. One was resolutely
crossed out. Procuring a quill fresh
with ink, Jack pointed to the last name on the ledger, �Sign here.�
But Maren
hesitated, noting something written next to her name; though she couldn�t read,
she was smart enough to recognize what her name looked like and there was
definitely an extra word beside it, �What�s that word there?�
�[Medium],�
offered Jack and added, �The log lists yer name and occupation.�
�Who them
other two then?�
�This
page,� Jack pointed to the paper, �be for the �Specialists� �board the
Pearl. See this be Mister Brewster, the
ship�s cook� then he slid his finger over the name crossed over, �And this
[was] Doctor Weldon.�
�What
happen�d to Doctor Weldon?�
�Funny
thin� �bouts ship doctors, when they fall sick there�s no one to [doctor] the
doctor! So we�ve made do without,� he
shrugged. Again, he offered her the
quill, but Maren bit her lip, uncertain.
�What�s a
specialist?�
�Means yer
service �tis, well-[special], singularly unique. Ye hold no authority o�er the crew, but no crewmaster holds any
authority o�er ye. [I] be yer only command, savvy?�
�[Oooh,]�
shivering, Kristy gushed, �[He�s so dominate when he�s captaining!]�
Finally,
Maren took the quill and with a mighty gulp of air to rally her nerve, signed
an �x� next to her name and occupation.
There, she did it! She was now a
pirate and honorary crewmember of the Black Pearl! Welcome to a lifetime of treasure and adventure. Dear God, what had she gotten herself into?
�[Yo ho and
a bottl� o rum!]� cheered Kristy.

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�Cap�n
Sparrow!� a haplessly intoxicated pirate swung his arm about Jack�s shoulders
and said in a drunken slur, �I just wan� a sssay,� he belched, �what an
hono-[hiccup] hono-[hiccup] what a [pleasure] �tis to ssserve ye and the Black
Pearl.�
�Pleasure
be all ours, Mad Al,� good-natured, Jack patted the drunkard on the back and
attempted to pull away from the overwhelming stench, but Al tightened his grip.
�I means
it, Cap�n,� the man whispered, increasing his slurring tenfold, �Me and the crewsss,
we�d die for ye, Cap�n!� Suddenly, Mad
Al tackled Jack in a crushing bear hug, �We luvsss ye Cap�n!� After which, he promptly passed out on
Jack�s shoulder.
Jack rolled
his eyes heavenward as if to ask, �Why me?� before walking away, in no way aiding
Al who, with nothing to support him, fell with a tremendous [thud] to the
wooden deck. The night had been a
superlative success. If the crew had
any misgivings on Maren�s character they were well drowned in alcohol by
now. Also, the fact that Anamaria was
constantly at her side, laughing and jesting in her brassy way, dispelled the
�curse� gossip.
The
celebration had technically begun after the distribution of the new swords;
every pirate aboard having immediately unsheathed the new blade and fenced with
the nearest breathing entity to properly test the steel and balance. A few bruised fingers and bleeding arms
later, the entire crew agreed it was one of the finest weapons ever built.
Smirking,
Jack chortled happily to himself. The
look on Maren�s pretty face when he had given her the sword styled for
Anamaria! The one the lady pirate was
too proud, and stupid, to take was perfect for Maren.
Poseidon�s
prick, how lovely she appeared when surprised!
Eyes wide and impossibly blue, lips round in that enticing �o� shape,
and breath held forcing that mouth-watering bust of hers to heave
temptingly. �But Jack,� she had said,
carefully taking the sword offered on Jack�s outstretched palms, �I do�n know
nothin� �bouts swordplay.�
�You�ll
learn,� he assured her, �I�ll teach ye.�
If only he
could�ve bottled up that cherubic giggle she uttered in gratitude and save it
for a lonely night!
Speaking of
lonely nights, the festivities were wrapping up (only because the majority of
the partygoers were well on their way to blissful unconsciousness) and Jack had
no intention of finishing the evening off by his onesies. Besides, he had a decent buzz still going
from the chewable ale that Cook Brewster had unearthed from God-knows-where and
truth be told, a certain tightening in the trousers from that vivid memory of
Maren fondling that sword. Time to go
a-Maren-hunting!
�Giii-aaa-iibss!�
hollering, Jack shoved his way through a throng of lushes playing one of the
first mate�s infamous Irish drinking games, �Gibbs, ye seen Maren?� Several mugs of mead were shoved into his
face and to appease the throng of persistent players, Jack chugged one or
two. Alright, more like three or four,
but gulp them he did and was awarded with hearty cheers and demands to drink more,
which Jack had to mournfully recline, lest he forget his earlier errand.
�Thought I
spott�d her ganderin� at the sports,� Gibbs smiled like a filthy Jacko�lantern.
�Much
obliged,� hastily, Jack retreated and sashayed over to the wrestling matches where
Cupid Thomas and Teller were circling each other amidst a mass of shouting
pirates, waving slips and money about.
Paulson and Newall were in charge of placing bets, so Jack moved his way
over and tossed a guinea down, �Double o� nothin� on Paulson.�
Over the
drone of the crowd, the telltale taunting had begun between the two wrestlers:
�I�ll kick
yer arse red, Telley-boy, �course from what I hear tell, ye mights enjoy that
too much.�
�I�d kick
yer arse, Cupid, but littl� Turner already beat me to it!�
�By the
way,� from behind him, Cupid howled and hurled himself at Teller, but Jack
ignored the fight, staring rather pointedly at Paulson and Newall, �Ifen the
urge to tumble in the galley ever overtakes ye three again,� he pointed to the
two of them and then to Teller who was presently pinning Cupid in a headlock,
�at [least] clean up afterwards! I�ve
been gettin� complaints nonstop. Jesus
Christ, men [eat] on those tables for bloody sake!� A roaring cheer interrupted, when finally Teller won the match.
While
Newall had the decency to appear properly chastised, Paulson only winked,
procuring Jack�s winnings and handing them over, �We�ll be keepin� that in
mind, Cap�n sir.�
�Either ye
buggers seen Miss Attle �bouts?�
�Last I
saw, she and Anamaria were gabbin� �long portway, Cap�n,� Newall answered,
helpfully.
�Thanks,�
pocketing his two guinea�s, Jack strode over to check the card games, but was
halted when he almost tripped over a prone, small body heaving rambunctiously
over the railing. �Nathan,� the captain
cooed to his cabin boy, smoothing back the boys short hair paternally, �what I
say �bouts mixin� liquors, eh?�
�Not �til I
be sixteen, sir.�
�That�s
right. Ye learn yer lesson now?�
�No sir,�
his head bobbed ridiculously to and fro, until another bout of nausea made his
eyes cross and Nathan abruptly turned his head to finish wretching the contents
of his stomach into the sea.
�That�s me
boy,� Jack rapped him on the back, before spotting Anamaria at the dice
games. �Woman!� he yelled, causing her
to startle and drop her dice.
�Damn it
Jack!� with equal venom she shouted back at him, having lost her bet by rolling
snake eyes.
�Where�s
Maren?� Jack replied cooly, smiling mischievously as Anamaria rolled again,
only to lose more money.
�Yer cabin,
Cap�n Dumbarse!� shooting him a withering glare, she growled out through
clenched teeth, �Now sod off and go get laid, already! Yer bad luck!�
His
cabin? Well, what a fortunate
coincidence, that�s precisely where Jack wanted her to be. Apparently the old adage was true, great
minds do think alike! Smirking and
swaggering with every charming quirk in his body, Jack moseyed over to his
cabin and hummed off-tune to himself, �Humm...embezzle, mmm, mmm...even
hijack...yo ho, yo ho.� He arrived at
his door and reached for the knob-.
�Jack, do�n
come in yet!� Maren shrieked from the other side, slamming the door closed
before it could open two inches.
�Do�n come
in yet?� blearily, Jack blinked at the door not a breath away from his nose,
�That�s [me] cabin yer in, might I �mind ye.�
�Aye, but
do�n come in yet,� pressing his pierced ear to the door, Jack could hear Maren
scurrying about in haste, �It be a surprise!�
�Surprise?�
he grinned to himself, �What kind o� surprise?�
�You�ll
see,� answered Maren and Jack, shocking even himself, waited patiently for
permission to enter, tapping his foot and thrumming his fingers on the
doorknob. A couple thuds and curses
sounded from the other side of the door then finally the light footfalls of
Maren�s bare feet. �All right, come
in,� she called out to him, but quickly furthered, �but no laughin�!�
Already
chuckling, Jack walked in-
-and very
swiftly slammed the door behind him, never taking his wide eyes from Maren.
Oh yes,
what a fine surprise!
Maren,
blush blooming over her fair skin and self-consciously twiddling her loose
hair, stood in the middle of Jack�s cabin, dressed as a pirate, or rather a
half-naked pirate! She wore one of
Jack�s white linen shirts (a small distant part of his mind, not otherwise
preoccupied, wondered where in the hell she managed to find a clean shirt in
[his] cabin), secured by one of his sashes that hugged her curvy
waistline. The generous lines to her
breasts could be seen through the low fall of the open collar and Jack could
dimly see pert nipples through the fabric.
The hem fell down to her pale thighs, which were bare because Maren wore
no trousers, her shapely legs making Jack wipe his dry mouth absently. On her head a blue bandana, in a direct
imitation of Jack�s, kept her cascading blonde hair from her flush face.
Thus she
waited for him, shyly asking, �Well?
What ye think, eh?� When no
answer was forthcoming she hurried on, ��Twas Kristy�s idea really, reckon
since I be a pirate now I should dress like one...only for ye, o course.�
Silently,
Jack opened his mouth to reply, only to close it with a barely audible [clump]
an instant later. Holding up one
flitting hand, Jack signed her to wait for a moment. He kept a modest distance between himself and Maren while he
crossed to his cabinet and removed a bottle of wine. Careful to keep his back to the incredible visage that was Pirate
Maren, Jack quickly uncorked the wine and drank straight from the bottle,
gulping down a good quarter of its sweet contents, before releasing a haggard
breath he hadn�t been aware he�d been holding.
Jack
whirled about, mouth agape and finger raised to finally speak- but abruptly
changed his mind again, spinning around and grabbing for the wine bottle. This time, after polishing off a good half
of the drink, Jack addressed Maren with his back still turned towards her,
�Mother Mary and Joseph, Maren are ye wearin� anythin� under that shirt o�
mine?�
�No,� she
replied, a whisper of uncertainty edging her voice.
�Not even
knickers?�
�No.�
�Good god,�
he groaned.
Suddenly,
Jack was upon her, having quickly abandoned his bottle, not to mention any
semblance of self-restraint, and grabbed hold of the medium. He hoisted her up, startled and unresisting,
like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder and carried her to his bed,
unceremoniously dropping her onto the mattress. Her backside had hardly hit the blankets before Jack�s hot mouth
was forced on her, plunging a wet and nimble tongue between her lips to caress
her teeth and gums.
The
wonderful and welcome weight of his body pinned her down, while those
incredible hands were running frantically up and down her naked legs, bending
them at the knees so he could lay between.
Bawdy memories of the other night reminded Maren how fantastic his
sculpted chest had felt pressed against her bust and she shivered, removing her
borrowed sash and tugging at the hem of the linen shirt she wore. She had to feel more, to feel Jack again,
bare, sweaty, and hot like before.
Catching
her wrists, Jack finally freed her mouth to whisper against her open lips, �No,
no, no, leave it on.� He winked so
wickedly that Maren couldn�t help but blush and comply with his request.
�So,� she
moaned as he �innocently� poked his erection into her hip, �Ye likes me costume
then?� Honestly, Maren hadn�t been
entirely sure about playing dress-up, but Kristy had been [so] persistent with
the idea and Maren had drunk [so] much rum that eventually her inhibitions had
been worn down, regardless of how silly she felt. Alcohol�s sure could be tricky that way.
But
apparently, her fuzzy anxiety was all for naught, because Jack seemed very
enthusiastic about the whole idea. At
the moment, he looked as if he had every intention of devouring her on the
spot. �Aye, but [likes] aint quite the
phrase I�d be usin�, me dear,� running his red tongue down her throat and along
the rise of her cleavage, Jack nibbled the round flesh through the shirt and
spoke with his mouth indecently full with breast, �Mo�e likes [enamor�d] o� [obsess�d].� He continued to tease her through the thin
fabric, but something caught his obscure attention and he paused, quirking his
head to the side in contemplation.
�What?�
Maren asked sharp and breathless, more then a little dismayed that his
ministrations had ceased.
�Somethin�s
missin�,� he pursed his lips, boyishly cute.
�Aye,�
sarcastically, she clutched at his head and tugged on one of his matted braids
to urge his mouth back to her breast, �yer mouth on me body!�
He laughed
darkly, the vibrations from his smoky voice causing a pleasurable tremor to
pool like quicksilver in her belly.
Gently prying her hand out of his hair, Jack held her fingers in his and
brought them slowly to his mouth. Maren
gasped in shock as he slipped her finger into his debauched mouth, stroking his
tongue along the digit and pointedly nibbling it. �Patience pretty bird, patience,� he tsk-ed, before suddenly
snapping his own fingers in revelation, �I got it!� He bounced up.
�What?�
terribly disappointed, but still helplessly curious as to what Jack was doing,
Maren watched him jump up to his feet and sway over to the cabinet drawers.
�How can ye
calls yerself a pirate, Maren,� Jack searched through some clutter and produced
a charcoal-like stick in sweet victory, �without some kohl for those lovely
blues o� yers?�
�Kohl?�
sheepishly, Maren closed her spread legs and sat up.
�Aye, only
the sexiest o� pirates wears kohl,� and as demonstration, Jack waggled his brow
and fluttered his eyelashes, while he crawled onto the bed, tantalizingly slow
and cat-like. His loose shirt hanged
down, giving Maren a heavenly view down his coppered torso, which her
treacherous eyes would not stray from.
Kicking off his boots and stockings, Jack settled down next to Maren and
wrapped his arm about her waist to pull her closer, �Come here,
sweetheart. Look up and hold
still.�
She obliged
him, smiling as he kissed her presented face.
�Just do�n be pokin� me in the eye, Cap�n,� she said, only vaguely
worried that Jack might be slightly drunker then usual.
Carefully,
Jack traced the bottom lids, mindful to use a little less kohl then he did on
himself. �No worries,� he slurred,
using his calloused finger to smudge the edge, �It�s not yer eye I fancy
pokin�, anyway.� Maren snorted indignantly
back at him, but didn�t retort unless the movement should upset Jack�s
coordination. �Eyes clos�d now,� again,
Maren obeyed as Jack outlined the top lid.
There was
something distinctly erotic about Jack applying kohl to her face, so much of
his intense attention all centered on her.
With her eyes shut, Maren became acutely aware of his musky scent, the
sound of his deep breaths so close to her ears, even the gentle rocking of the
Black Pearl was dangerously exaggerated to her senses. She inadvertently shivered and the erotic
ache between her legs flared for the first time without Jack directly touching
her.
Jack
noticed the sudden pulse in her and swiped his tongue over his lips. �Ye know,� he said conversationally, almost
finished with Maren�s eyes, �there�s a o�-so-wonderful game we can play, maybe
later on, ifen yer interest�d.�
�Mmm?�
Maren hummed, keeping her face still.
�Involves
blindfolds and shackles and whatnot,� his clever eyes sparkled though he spoke
nonchalantly and was immensely pleased with himself when Maren held her breath
in response. �Not tonight then, but
soon. All right,� grasping her chin,
Jack tilted her face this way and that to determine if the black lines were
even, �All done, me gel. Open up and
let�s take a gander, shall we?�
Maren
blinked, ignoring the urge to wipe her lids.
Smugly, Jack leaned back to critique his handiwork. The kohl made Maren�s eyes shine like
sapphires, impossibly blue and delightfully bright, and he could�ve easily
imagined her as Cleopatra or some other exotic desert queen. Oh yes, he could just picture her covered in
flimsy silk robes, gems and gold draped all over her body, absolutely
dripping. The very image tore a raspy
groan from Jack�s throat and he pulled Maren over, licking her lips and delving
his tongue into the moist cavern of her mouth.
�Mmm...I
want...to see,� she said between broken kisses and Jack, begrudgingly, released
her, leaning across the bed to the night stand. Perhaps it was Maren�s paranoid and oversexed imagination,
already fueled by Jack�s earlier conversation, but she thought she glimpsed a
pair of manacles and what appeared to be a scarf of some sort in the drawer
Jack was presently digging through.
Either way, Jack snatched his shaving mirror and tossed it to Maren.
Smoothing
her hair out, Maren held the hand mirror up and examined her reflection. It really was remarkable, Maren conceded,
laughing merrily. She looked the same,
yet absolutely different at the same time!
Maybe Jack was on to something here...
Behind her,
Jack began hastily undressing himself, exposing familiar scars and tattoos to
the mirror in Maren�s hand. She gazed
at him, all lean muscles and angled bones.
Jack Sparrow was so strangely beautiful, so obliviously unique. A glimmer of uncertainty passed over Maren
and suddenly she felt vaguely [inadequate] when compared to Jack.
�Jack,�
shifting her stare back to her reflection, Maren tried to sound more confident
then she truly felt, �be I pretty?�
�Course
luv,� he groaned while removing his trousers, freeing his swollen shaft, �Where
do ye think I got this from, eh?� The
embodiment of masculine pride, Jack set his hands on his narrow hips and
proudly displayed his aroused member for her inspection. For a quick moment, Maren discovered herself
to be totally mesmerized by the sight of him.
She could only stare, noticing the ruddy color to his columned flesh and
the lovely curve along the shaft.
Inadvertently, her fists clenched and her mouth watered. And was that [hunger] that ebbed her
stomach?
Mortified
to realize that she had been openly gawking at Jack�s �sociables� (as Kristy
incessantly called them), Maren modestly turned away and pretended to take
interest in the floorboards. �Maren,�
his voice warm and welcoming, Jack plopped down next to her and without any
decent delay, grabbed her unresisting hand and resolutely placed it on his
member, �Ye be bonnie, buxom, [and] beautiful and seein� ye dress�d all sexy
for me-well, as ye can feel-,� he slid their hands over the erect flesh, barely
swallowing his moan, �it�s wound me up pretty tight. But there be somethin� else addin� to me fire, litt�
barmaid. Know what �tis?�
Maren shook
her head.
�Ye,� Jack
answered plainly and was somewhat surprised to find he didn�t need to lie to
this woman, �Ye with yer blushes and modesty, but also ye with yer sensual
instinct and appetites. Yer not just
pretty, Maren, yer sheer eroticism.
Does that make sense to ye? Ye
wantin� to please me, pleases me, savvy?
And by the Pearl, anytime some amorous thought, like the one ye had here
tonight-.�
��Twas
Kristy�s idea,� she interjected.
�Whoever�s,�
then he interrupted himself with a sharp hiss between his gold teeth, when
Maren nudged his hand away and began fondling him of her own accord, �Oh,
that�s nice...anyway, where was I? Aye,
anytime some littl� fantasy creeps into yer head, do�n be asham�d, do�n doubt,
just tell me...mmm, like that now, yesss...I want to be pleasin� ye too, Maren,
but ye have to tell me what pleases ye first.�
Nervous,
but still a little excited, Maren giggled and rested her head against his
shoulder, never breaking the rhythm her hand had set. �Yer body pleases me,� she placed the other hand, not otherwise
occupied, on Jack�s chest, tracing the crest of the Black Pearl.
Jack�s
eyebrows shot up and he noticeably twitched in Maren�s palm, �Ooh, why thank ye
very, very much.�
Pausing a
moment to strengthen her resolve, she lifted her face to whisper in his ear, �I
also lik�d, well...bein� on top?�
�Topsy for
me Maren?� Jack growled, catching her by the wrist and pulled her along as he
crawled to the head of the bed, �We can accommodate that! That�s right, I be owin� ye a ride, do�n
I?� He fluffed up some pillows and
flopped casually down on them, propping himself up on his elbows. �Just �member to be gentle with me, dove,�
chuckling, his expression melted into �sweet blinking innocence�, �It be me
first time with a pirate.� Setting a
guiding hand on Maren�s exposed thigh, Jack urged her onto him.
The warm
heat of his skin burned the inside of her thighs as Maren straddled his hips,
running her nails up and down his body, presented to her like village
plunder. Her lips immediately fell upon
his as she bent over him, exchanging a wet, noisy kiss. Craving the sheer taste of Jack, Maren drew
her kisses along his chin and playfully tugged one strand of his beaded beard
between her lips. Maren�s hair fell
about Jack, a beautiful golden curtain that tickled his face and lulled his
head back to expose his neck for her inspection. Using her tongue, Maren lapped kittenishly down his beautiful
neck and nibbled at his Adam�s apple.
It bobbed as Jack swallowed, thoroughly enjoying Maren�s adept tongue
bath.
She sensed that familiar ache in her center
and now recognized exactly what she wanted, what that strange hunger was; she
needed Jack [in] her and honestly, she was totally incapable of waiting any
longer. Propping herself up on her
haunches and bracing her arms on Jack�s chest, Maren thrust herself onto that
torrid length and almost cried out loud, but somehow managed to clamp her mouth
shut. Jack wasn�t so modest, he
immediately yelled out some unidentifiable curse word and arched back, eyes
shut in pure bliss with jaw clenched.
The
incredible pressure inside her had returned.
Instantly, the girth and stretch of his shaft stimulated her sensitive
nerves and pleasure flared up in Maren�s body as tangible as the blood in her
veins. Tentatively, she flexed her
thighs and whimpered when a current of pleasure tremored along her limbs. Oh yes, this was precisely what she�d been
craving! She started to move.
Luckily,
Jack clamped his hands on her hips and slowed Maren�s frantic gyrations before
she finished them both off in a sloppy frenzy, though on second thought, that
didn�t seem like such a bad idea. His
large shirt had fallen teasingly off Maren�s right shoulder, exposing one milky
breast, and Jack�s hand was upon it in a second flat. He ran the course pad of his thumb over the hard nipple. �Ooo, aye Jack,� whimpered Maren, snatching
his hand from her thigh and guiding it under the borrowed shirt to cup her
other breast. She gasped, her face
turned up to the ceiling and increased the heavenly grind against Jack.
�Gawd,
Maren,� Jack panted, eyes dark and passionate, �Ye�ve no bloody idea how
fuckin� gorgeous ye are, do ye? If only
ye could see yerself, see what a pretty thin� ye be. Dress�d like a pirate, me cock in ye, all shiny and wanton. Sweet siren, so fuckin� gorgeous!�
A
delightful thrill flamed in Maren. She
felt as confident and empowered as the Love Goddess, towering over Jack like
this. Control made for a virile
aphrodisiac. Aggressively, she grabbed
Jack by his shoulders, fingers digging into his flesh, and attacked his neck
again, but this time she bit and nibbled like some ravenous tiger rather then
the playful kitten she had been before.
Apparently, Jack could play �jungle cat� too because he snarled as
fierce as any panther and scratched his nails down her back. Maren followed the salty taste of Jack down
his chest and lapped roughly at one of his dark nipples. She sucked at his skin noisily, and petted
his narrow hips hard, snaking one hand between their bodies to boldly stroke
the coarse hairs of his private treasure trail.
All this
combined with the pulsing silk surrounding his shaft, had Jack thrashing
mindlessly in a matter of minutes.
Maren watched his voracious in erogenous awe. His arms above him, bracing his body and gripping white-knuckled
on the head board, Jack started to thrust violently up against Maren, his whole
body arching, almost throwing her off.
He breathed harshly through clenched teeth with his eyes squeezed
shut. �Ye littl� bitch,� he growled and
the arrival of Jack�s dirty talk was a clear indication that he wouldn�t last
much longer, not that Maren was far off either, �Ride it...oh! Ride me, wench, aye ye want�d a ride, I�ll
give ye a fuckin� ride!�
Maren
accepted his challenge, sitting straight up and forcefully rising then falling
on his rigid member. The bed was
quaking and thumping a telltale beat against the wall and the claps of their
bodies together were loud like punches thrown in a brawl. But all this was nothing, compared to the
blood rushing in Maren�s ears.
An electric
pulse beat a maddening rhythm inside her and Maren was desperate to
finish. Decadent mewls escaped her
mouth every time she crashed down on Jack and she was becoming
lightheaded. Below her, Jack had opened
his eyes, almost completely black, and glared carnivorously at her. It was that roguish look that hit the
mark. Bracing her arms on Jack�s
stomach, she used this position as leverage to shove as much of Jack�s generous
length as she could inside her shivering core.
She screamed as she was overtaken by pleasure, her voice hoarse and
animalistic. Her entire body tensed,
clenching Jack in a tight flaming heat, then gave one last delicious spasm
before she went limp.
Dimly, she
became aware of Jack�s arms about her, holding her up and driving her back
down. He had quickly sat up while Maren
came and ferociously continued to slam into her strained passage. There was that fantastic build up in his
groin, that overwhelming pooling of delayed satisfaction, then complete
white-hot ecstasy as every muscle in his body went rigid and shuddered
violently. He shouted out too, loudly,
burying his face in Maren�s sweet-smelling hair. Breathless and still shivering with spent pleasure, Jack bit her
collarbone roughly as a lingering tingle tremored through his body. They rested still sitting up and holding
each other, chests pressed together and hearts beating in frenzied unison. Jack kissed Maren along the top of her head
and around to her mouth, where they pressed swollen lips and rubbed lazy tongues
together. Both were panting breathlessly.
All at
once, enthusiastic applause sounded on deck, seasoned with embarrassing cheers
and catcalls, and most terrible of all, many members of the crew were singing
�May Done Be the Maiden,� at the top of their inebriated lungs.
Blushing
madly, Maren squeaked in indignant surprise and buried her face in Jack�s
shoulder. How could she have forgotten
the rousting pirates out on deck? Jack,
seemingly Maren�s polar opposite, started laughing, �No worries, old Jack�ll
chase those scandalous bastards �way.�
He pecked a quick kiss against her cheek and leapt up, feet only
slightly unsteady from his exhausting orgasm.
Without
care or concern with his state of dress, or lack thereof, Jack thrust open the
door, yelling gruffly, �All right, it�s half past three bells, ye sons o�
bitches! Party�s over!� Immodestly naked and standing in the doorway
bathed in moonlight, he ranted over their whines and groans, �Nightcrew stand
present coarse, I�ll right it in the mornin�.
The rest o� ye pissers hit the sack and sober up, �cause ifen I catch
anyone sleepin� at post tomorrow, by god I�ll be tossin� that bugger to Davey
Jones. And for Christ�s sake, someone
turn Nathan on his side, �fore he chokes to death!� He slammed the door, turning around to clasp his hands and
mock-bow to her.
�Oh, me
hero,� sarcastically biting out, Maren rolled her kohl-lined eyes and started
undressing for bed, while Jack sashayed over, so pleased with himself!
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