Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

Philippe should have been proud. At any other time this was a situation that the lusty Pirate Captain would dream of. Across from him was a beautiful, virgin with her tempting assets on full display in a whorish dress. The girl was drunk on wine and even drunker in desire for the roguish and handsome Captain after he'd wooed her with his story. It had been child's play really, the sheltered, noble girl had never had a man so boldly and overtly charm her, with his rampant and purely sexual desire proudly displayed. The setting, with the fine food, candles, and romantic sunset had stacked the odds further in his favor, and she was no doubt feeling some erotic thrill at the idea of her precious honor being plundered thoroughly while she could still claim it was against her will. Add in the fact that she hated her arranged marriage and likely wanted to blow it up, and the tables had turned quickly. She wanted him to fuck her, to take her like a harlot and show her everything she longed for, even things she didn't even know she liked yet. She was like a ripe peach, begging to be devoured, a girl on the threshold of being a woman and hungering for that final act that would let free her of the shackles her Father and society put on her around her own body. But Philippe couldn't do it. Not when the prize she offered upon her return as a virgin was so great. A full pardon would let him enjoy his wealth while his head was still attached to his shoulders. It was a pirate's dream and worth more than any woman, no matter how tempting. What an agonizing position he had put himself in with this dinner. Better that he had treated her cruelly and kept her chained like a dog, her hatred a barrier that would fend off Philippe's own desires and get him through moments of weakness like this one. When she threw his words back at him and said she'd have him for dessert, Philippe felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, although he kept a hungry grin on his face. What should have been a masterpiece of seduction, a fine prize to enjoy for days until returning her thoroughly corrupted to her family, had just become a nightmare of his own creation. A suddenly lusty, very amorous, and completely besmitten girl that was practically threatening to take advantage of the Pirate. What had he done? Then she stripped before him and Philippe felt his resolve faltering. Surely there might be a way he could have his play and still keep her honor. To have his cake and eat it too? Her body was exposed to him inch by inch and he found his cock slowly hardening as that glowing, white skin was revealed. She was no whore and didn't know how to really tease him while she disrobed, but the very innocence and lack of craft she used made the act more erotic than even the most skilled of stripteases by an experienced harlot. The raw shame and dirtiness of what she did was plain to his eyes, the slight inhalation as her soft breasts were exposed to his hungry gaze, the flush on her face and neck as she wriggled the dress off, and the nervous giggling as she pulled her bloomers down to stand before him at last fully nude. Of course his eyes lingered on her stomach and legs, drinking in the delta at the apex of her legs, where a small thatch of light, curly brown hair did little to cover the teasing hint of her undoubtably aroused slit. She had shown him almost everything now, and Philippe found it without any fault. A bath? Aye, that I can arrange, replied Philippe, standing unsteadily as he walked to the door. A quick shout to a seaman and he turned to watch the nude girl as she stood with a gown clasped before her, a teasing act of modesty that only inflamed his ardor. He planned on helping her get clean in ways she didn't yet imagine. A knock at his door yielded a wooden bucket full of steaming water, which Philippe took, preventing his inquisitive crew member from peeking inside. I'll give you a cleaning mon cheri , that'll leave you quite ready for bedding. Eyes smoldering at her, Philippe stripped off his shirt and threw it to the floor. Grabbing a clean towel from his dresser and a bar of lavender scented soap from his bureau, he turned and advanced on the naked girl with eyes full of desire. Gently, he pulled the gown from her small hands and let it fall, so she stood naked next to his half-nude body. Philippe towered over her, his strong muscles and imposing height a reminder of just how much she was in his power. Never losing eye contact, he dipped the soft towel in the hot water and rubbed soap onto the fabric, before he placed a hand on the small of her back and drew her to his side. Her back was arched slightly as he pinned her hip against his own, causing her to lean back and offer her swinging breasts to his gaze. The posture made her head turned up towards him as if inviting a kiss. You are quite a dirty little girl, I can tell, and I'm going to make sure you are scrubbed very, very clean, he murmured as he lowered his face to hers in a first, passionate kiss. There was no pretense, or tentativeness, he knew she wanted him and hungered for this first taste of a real man. He kissed her back with even more desire, tongue slipping past her sweet lips and swirling into her mouth, savoring her flavor, exploring her freely, and pouring every ounce of his hot desire into that intimate act. Philippe would try to let her know with this deep, dominating and intense kiss that she was his completely, in his grasp and under his spell. As the Pirate's lips brushed hers, his other hand took the wet towel and started to wash her. Beginning at her neck, in a soft clasp that held her head still for his mouth and let him feel her racing pulse. Once the kiss had begun, he started to move his hand down her torso, exploring her body in the same fashion his tongue explored her lips and mouth. With soft, circular strokes, he rubbed her collarbone, then slid down the valley between her full breasts, before finally doubling back up to caress those glorious mounds. Soon her top half was coated in sudsy, hot water that glistened in the warm candlelight. He could feel the hardened nubs of her nipples through the towel as he rubbed them, letting his fingers brush against them through the cloth and tease them further. Over and over again he washed her chest, before finally moving his hand lower to begin to wash her supple belly. His strokes were long and smooth now, ever widening circles that got lower and lower, until at last he brushed against the hair between her legs. He broke the kiss and held his hand above her sex as he stared into her eyes. Do you want me to wash your dirty body, mon cheri? Spread your legs for me and let me clean you.