“But…” He hushed me with a finger.
“I’m a conqueror, an adventurer, a captain, I like treasure, I have to have it when I see it no matter what form it comes in. That’s my mission in life Kyle and you’re treasure to me.”
“I’m a conquest?”
“You’re one of a kind,” he stated.
“Now I am your Captain and I’m going to give you orders – if you want them.”
I looked at him, at his charming, smug grin and his handsome face. I nodded. I wanted his orders, I wanted to obey him, and I wanted him to conquer me.
Suddenly he pulled out something from his trousers, a pointed, small blade that most of the crew carried in their boot.
“Lie still,” he said.
He ran the blade gently over the fabric on my torso, starting from the top and sliding down until the shirt was torn in two and my slender, smooth body was on display. Living a life in London made me thin and toned but I’d managed to gain some muscle after cleaning the deck of the ship for a month.
Troy placed his lips on my skin, kissing downwards, his warm breath tickling me as he went further and further towards my throbbing shaft that yearned for his touch. Being a pirate was taking me places I’d never imagined and I was loving every second of it.
“Oh god,” I gasped as he ran a hand up my shorts and caressed my shaft.
His head continued to make its way down, kissing my flesh and teasing me. He was licking over my stomach right down until he was on his knees at the foot of the bed. Taking his cold blade he tore through my trousers carefully, the cold of the steel made me twitch and shiver as it brushed over my thighs. Now I lay bare for my captain with nothing stopping him from doing whatever he wanted to me.
“Turn around,” he ordered and I obeyed.
I lay on my stomach, my shaft pressed up against the sheets and my smooth hole exposed to the captain. I should’ve known he’d go straight for my hole. My shaft probably didn’t interest a man who wasn’t into men – I was just a treasure to him, another victory but I was okay with that. He wasn’t a bad man, he was a great man, he’d changed my life and I owed him much more than my body for that.
He rammed his tongue into me without second thought causing my eyes to water and my toes to curl as his hands spread apart my cheeks harshly and my body began to ache. My shaft rubbed on the silk sheets, my legs turned to jelly as the intensity of the pleasure took over my entire being. He was good – I expected no less.
“You taste sweet,” he pulled out and muttered as he kissed my lower back before going in for more.
Suddenly as we were just getting into things there was a loud crash from outside the ship.
“Attack, we’re under attack!” The crew yelled.
Myself and the captain quickly scraped together our clothes and headed to the deck, he stood in front of me with his arm out across my chest as if to protect me but nothing could stop the canon fire from the imperial armada that had us completely surrounded.
“Shit!” He cursed as he looked to all sides of the ship.
“We’re not going anywhere,” he looked at me and smiled gently.
“I wish we could’ve finished what we started back in there.”
That look in his eyes terrified me; it was a look that said we were done for.
The captain rushed forwards and as I tried to follow him a cannon ball flew past me, it was so close that the wind swept my hair to the other side of my head and left me breathless. I fell to my knees, my hands over my head, what the hell was happening?!
I let out a scream, roaring into the sky, I wasn’t ready to die yet.
I looked across the ship and saw the captain doing what he could, they were all fighting to survive and I could barely lift a finger. I was completely frozen with fear.
I turned my head as I saw another cannon ball flying towards me, it smashed right below my feet making the deck collapse around me and I suddenly found myself sinking with the bottom of the ship. I grabbed hold of a barrel that was floating upright and somehow managed to pull myself into it, I noticed a gap in the side of the ship and I used a wooden plank as a paddle. I rowed my way as I bobbed up and down in this tiny wooden barrel, the armada didn’t notice me as they continued to open fire.
A storm began to rage, the sea became uneasy and my barrel was swept away. I closed my eyes for just a moment but felt something heavy hit my head…
***
I woke up to the sound of Troy’s voice.
“Are you okay?!” He screamed.
“Kyle!”
I got up, coughing out a lung’s worth of water and scrambling to my feet.
I looked left, there was sand and sea, to the right was sand and sea and where I stood lay a few trees. This was a tiny island in the middle of the ocean with a few coconuts growing and not much else.
“We’re stranded?” I asked Troy.
“Yes…” He muttered.
I noticed barrels of food and ammunition and whatever else he could get together stood up right next to a fire he’d built. There was already a roof made from nets and leaves tied around the few trees above our heads and it looked like he’d started on making walls to place between the trees using the wood from the barrels.
“How did we get here?” I asked.
“I saw you drop in the ship… I thought that cannon ball had killed you,” he stated.
“Then after a few minutes I noticed you floating away in a barrel, don’t worry, I don’t think you a coward, I was glad.”
“And you?”
“I wished my men luck, I told them all to retreat, I gave them the only life boat we had and I jumped into the ocean, I must’ve passed out and when I woke up I was here. I started collecting barrels and broken pieces of the ship right away and when I brought one in to shore and knocked it over, you fell out.”
“Kyle…” Troy took my hand as he leaned over to comfort me.
Suddenly things began to progress, it didn’t make sense, we were both dirty and exhausted but I’d never wanted someone so much. Troy had saved my life, he had saved me from the worst fate I could imagine and I really needed to thank him for that.
We raced to take our clothes off then Troy grabbed my throbbing member and began to jerk me off.
“Not as big as mine,” he smirked.
“Hardly anyone is,” I replied which brought an even bigger smile to his face.
Suddenly our lips were locked, his tongue brushing hard against my mouth until I opened it and let him in. I fell back into the sleeping bag and Troy climbed on top of me. He reached down and jerked me off as he continued to kiss me.
“Turn over,” he whispered into my ear.
It looked like we were ready to finish what we had started before we were attacked.
He got off of me and I did as I was told. He grabbed my thighs and hoisted my behind into the air but as I tried to get on all fours he pressed my head down against the floor.
“No, like this, it’s a nice arch,” he said as my ass stuck up but my front was pushed down.
He ran his shaft against my hole, spreading my cheeks wide and moaning as ran the length of it between my cheeks.
“So you ever take one this big?” He asked.
“Does it hurt?”
“It feels good,” I replied.
That’s when I heard Troy spit into his hand and felt the warm, wet saliva being rubbed into me. He gently brushed over my hole, pressing down with his fingers until two of them sank in. He didn’t push down far but he’d managed to stretch me a little, I never expected things to go so far between us.
“I bet you’re nice and tight,”
“Stop teasing and find out already.”
He leaned forwards, grabbing my hips with one hand as the other held his throbbing cock against my hole.
“Oh man look at that hole,” he said before slapping my ass. “I really can’t wait to get balls deep in you boy.”
He spat again, letting it dribble down onto our connectio
n and using it as lube. He pushed forwards, there was some resistance at first but then there was pain as the tip sprung into me and my behind began to sting.
“You okay?” I didn’t know compassion was in his vocabulary.
“Keep going, please, don’t stop Troy!”
Troy pushed further, my hole swallowing inch by inch of his thick, pulsating dick until finally his skin collided with my own and his sack slapped against my flesh.
“Oh god!” He moaned.
“That’s good!”
“Are you okay?”
“Fuck yes!”
He began to slowly pull away, taking his time to move every inch back out but didn’t lose the connection. I’d stretched out a little more now, it was becoming easier and easier to thrust back into me but he continued to spit down onto his shaft every few moments and use a hand to rub it in.
“Better than a tavern whore!” he moaned some more as he delved back into me and caused my entire body to tremble.
“I fucking love this!”
I reached down and grabbed my throbbing manhood between my legs and began to jerk myself off. It felt great having Troy inside of me, it was something I’d wanted for a long time but I didn’t expect it to be so intense. This was beginning to feel like a little more than ‘fun’ to me.
“Come on…” I muttered.
I felt his hands dig into my flesh, he leaned down to kiss my back again and then he knelt up and thrust deep into my hole causing me to bite down on the sleeping bag to muffle the screams I wanted to let out. He hit that spot right away, the one it took a lot of guys a while to get and some never got it at all. Being fucked was fine so long as I could please myself whilst doing it but when they got that sweet spot I didn’t even need to touch myself to explode.
Troy started thrusting harder; he was really getting into it. He was going all the way in, pulling all the way out to the tip and repeating the process. He moaned loud, maybe a little too loud and he began to sweat so much that I felt it dripping onto my back. It only helped him; the beads fell between my cheeks and added to the saliva.
“Go on, take it!” He started the dirty talk.
Come on Kyle!” he pounded me harder.
“Do you like it; do you enjoy my dick in you?”
“Yes…” I muttered as I felt him drill into that sweet spot over and over, my hand grasped my shaft tightly but I barely needed to do anything to feel like I was going to explode.
“Oh man, this is good, I want to do this again,” I hoped that was a promise.
He continued pounded me for a moment before pulling out of me and flipping me over, he put my legs over his shoulders and placed himself back inside of me before leaning in and forcing my knees to my ears. He looked into my eyes as he moaned, smiling, moaning, readying his lips to kiss me.
“This is so fucking good,” he stated.
“I wish I could’ve fucked you sooner, if I knew your ass was this tight I’d have done it every night on the ship!”
He kissed me again, a long, passionate embrace as his hips moved with perfect rhythm and he thrust deeper and deeper into me, every movement causing the slapping of his sack against my body to echo through the tent.
“I’m so close; do you want me to pull out?” He looked at me.
“No,” I locked my arms around his neck and leaned into his ear.
“Do it inside me.”
He pulled away from my face with the biggest grin. He looked down at my body as I continued tossing myself off – I was ready to finish at any moment.
“Oh man,” he moaned.
“I’m close, I’m going to cum deep in your ass boy!”
I could feel him pulsating; feel his body begin to shake as his thrusts became more violent. He was ready, we were both ready once more. I gasped out and my legs shot out like arrows and aimed at the stars; my head thrown back into the sand and the entire of my body tensing. Moan after moan we both began to release ourselves.
My toes curled and then eased as the sound of the tide washed away, my legs dropped from their slightly elevated stance and the tension burned out of me like it was thrown into the fire. I rested my head there for a moment looking up at the stars until Troy’s head blocked my view and his proud smile nuzzled up into my neck for a gentle embrace.
My eyes began to grow heavy as my exhausted body gave in to sleep; today had been long and rough on everyone. Troy subsided and embraced me from my left, keeping the side of me that wasn’t facing the fire away from the breeze. I began to let myself drift off in the gentle man’s arms as he sat there looking out into the blackness for any sign of a ship.
***
Suddenly out of nowhere our old crew had arrived with a new ship. They were apparently being led by a new captain. I got up and walked over to the men, noticing a few more on the small ship behind them. There was obviously a story involved but now wasn’t the time to hear it; we needed to get off of this rock before it became part of the furious storm that surrounded it.
Troy’s face lit up with joy as he stood at the helm prepared to set sail across the ocean to collect our riches. As the ship began to cross the tide and we left everything behind us in the field of battle I noticed something; a person coming down from the town and firing a shot at the ship. It was the captain of the Armada; the one we’d faced those months ago – the one who tore me away from my own Captain.
Without a moment’s hesitation I grabbed one of the ships cannons by myself, aimed it at the smug bastard and used my blade to set a spark from the cold steel of the cannons side. One ball of steel; that’s all it took to knock the man all the way back into a wall at the harbor and end his movement. I didn’t think twice about it but instead returned to helm and celebrated with the person I’d always wanted to be with.
Soon everything fell quiet as we left the space of war and entered a whole new realm of pleasure; The Captain had both hands in my hair now; moaning and groaning and shouting out to the gods of the sea just how much he was loving this. He called out and cried with a joyful song of pleasurable echoes.
Not before long did he drop down with me and spread my body out across the ship’s quarterdeck; undressing me with nothing but his teeth. The rags which had already been torn from our previous encounter were easy to dispose of leaving nothing but tender flesh on the hard wooden floor; tender and ready for him to devour.
This time he decided he wanted to face me; decided he wanted those deep blue eyes to look at me as he spread me out and slowly let the tip of his erect shaft sink into me. He loved to watch as my face pulled and squirmed at his throbbing member; it was always a mixture of pleasure and pain every time he entered me – the man was well endowed.
I wrapped my legs around him; locked myself into place as he used everything he had in him to thrust and drive into me. I was aching, moaning, screaming and shouting as his entire length crashed into me. It pushed me to my limits; hit the wall and felt like it had entered my stomach. I couldn’t take anymore of him.
He brushed my hair away from my face as the ship was gently carried forwards on the tide; the smoke and screams from battle were far behind us now along with the life of savage war and adventure. From now on the two of us didn’t need a crew of hundreds of men; we didn’t need the approval of a black flag or the title pirate.
“You’re a different person Kyle,” He was right; I was a different person. I became more than a pirate these last few months; I became a woman.
The Captain continued his venture into the depths of my being until the heavy waves of pleasure began to come crashing down around us both; our bodies erupted like they had many times before and we were left naked and breathless on the ship. It wouldn’t take long for us to reach the island and claim all the treasure for ourselves. The other’s had their title; they had their wealth through being known throughout the sea as the most famous pirates. We were going to go around this a different way; we were going to live quietly whilst silently seeking out new adventure and lands to explore.
“So Kyle, you glad you came with me?” I didn’t know if he meant now or if he meant all those months ago.
I didn’t know if I enjoyed the battles or the loss because of them. If I enjoyed being stranded on an island for days on end. If I enjoyed the sound of the ocean constantly knocking against a tiny ship that could’ve drowned at any moment. I didn’t know if I liked the barbaric attitude a lot of these men had. If I wanted to spend the rest of my life out at sea never knowing what tomorrow will bring. I thought that was what I wanted at one point but after losing Axe I realized that all I wanted was freedom.
However I didn’t regret a moment of it. I didn’t regret leaving London and seeing the world. I’d swam in the clear green sea of the Caribbean and took on the strongest army of pirates this world had ever seen. I’d helped in discovering a whole new land for a civilization to be built upon. I’d earned more riches than one could ever dream of spending in a life time. I’d proven that women can be just as able as men; whether that was as a lover, fighter or treasure hunter. I’d experienced so much and now it all came down to this one question.
Was I glad – that all those months ago I chose to leave the comfort of what I knew and travel the world with nothing but the clothes on my back with a group of complete strangers? I could’ve been doing anything now. I may have one day owned that tavern in London and made an honest living for myself or I may have ended up at a whorehouse and sold my dignity for all the gold I could find.
Was I glad?
“I wouldn’t have changed a thing.” Everything that had happened made me the pirate I am now. Battle, riches and loss had built my character so that now I may stand tall and take on whatever this sea-ridden world could throw at me. I was ready for the next big step in my life; not as a pirate but as a woman – the true warriors of the world.
Just up ahead lay that tiny island that I once feared I may die upon. Now it was the island where the next part of my life would begin. As we jumped into the sea and swam through the rocks onto the golden sand that was lit up for us under the lunar light we began to use our hands and dig up the ground It didn’t take long for us to hit the chest that would contain our futures.
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