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Thread: A Pirate's Tale (Methos and TortoiseShell)

Donnal simply laughed as she claimed that it would not only be the men from this tavern. His eyes seemed to twinkle as he regarded her and his hand slid along the side of her body rather firmly. Strong fingers pressed to her side and moved upwards along her form as he murmured That Ill believe in a heartbeat. Like as not every man from miles around would be a more accurate way of putting it. He winked A right star you are I think. The girl every boy shall want a dance from be it a tavern or a county fair. He offered her an innocent look as he noted It could be locked as tight as the Tower of London and yet I think a sweet lass like you would find a way to slip within. He smiled to her as his hand raised and his fingers would brush against her cheek. Calloused fingers would slip along her soft tanned skin and then trail through locks of her brown hair. Idly his fingers would curl with those strands playing with them at his leisure. The pirate seemed curious at being denied a kiss, yet a laugh sprang merrily from his lips with the flourish of the hat. Denise then. A name to be put to so bewitching a face. His head leaned in towards her own as her arm slipped around his neck. His forehead brushed against hers and the warmth of his breath would gently caress her skin. But if Im to call you anything I like, perhaps I shall call you beautiful for that you are. He smiled faintly as she cooed that there wasnt a soul in this place that hadnt heard of him. Now you flatter me. He felt her body shift and his hand pressed to the touch of her form greedily. The feel of her seeming to enchant him. Teasingly he chided But you shall call me Donnal for you dont have the look of a sailor about you. His hand slipped downwards towards the rounded curve of her ass, and his fingers tightened as they squeezed upon it. After all when placed so close it was far too tempting for an unrepentant rogue such as himself not grasp what he wished. With that suggestive whisper with her lips but a hairs breath from his own, his own lips would close that scant distance. Hotly and firmly his mouth pressed to her own. He claimed her lips hungrily as he sought the feel of those soft, sweet, damp forms against his own mouth. His lips lingered against her eventually to part as he responded It is that, lead me where you would for if you bed down in hell Id bid the devil a good eve.
Thread: A Pirate's Tale (Methos and TortoiseShell)

The young woman was far too impressionable in spite of her delicate line of work, the pirate's words sweeping her from her feet and stealing her innocent heart without realizing it. He forced a conflict in her mind between her morality telling her to stay miles from him, her romantic spirit telling her that men like him were an occasion of a lifetime and her cruel, calculating edge acquired over the years of work telling her to get the job done and get married to a rich, elderly gentleman. You flatter me so, she chriped with a soft giggle. Beautiful will do the job, she taunted, her strikingly green eyes meeting his matching ones. She was surprised by how easy things were - no questions regarding her accent or comments on her appearance so different from the commoners were made, leaving her nothing to explain. It was almost disappointing, considering the amount of time she wasted thinking up different explanations and making up histories. Of course it would all surely come handy later on when the blinding lust faded away. She tilted her head against his hard skin, her eyes half shut, a sensual expression printed on her face. It was as though the rest of the tavern momentarily faded away, leaving her, him and that moment. She gasped softly, feeling her cheeks grow pink despite herself when he suddenly tore her out of her thoughts with a squeeze to her round, firm rear. About to comment on the presence of others in the tavern, she bit on her lower lip, stiffling any sound. All of a sudden, he pressed his lips against hers so hotly and hugrily she couldn't help but let out a soft whimper. Ngh..., she groaned sofftly, her warm lips eagerly responding to his, remaining half parted as he broke the sweet kiss. There will be no need to go that far, Donnel, she purred, his name sounding almost arousing the way it was pronounced. Kissing the corner of his lips she hopped back to her feet, takig a few steps forth. Glancing back at him with a flirtatious grin and tilted her head, motioning him to follow. At that she walked off, her hips slowly swaying from side to side. Without waiting for him, she hurried up the stairs, ending on the last floor. There was a single room there - the only element differentiating it from the rest was the pair of French doors leading to a balcony that had quite a view upon the ocean and the joyous lights of the coast. Pushing the door open, she walked up to the balcony, staring through the doors' windows, her arms crossed underneath her large bosom. The truth behind her actions was located in fear. She was terrified of sleeping with that man simply because she wanted it more than anything at that very moment.
Thread: A Pirate's Tale (Methos and TortoiseShell)

The pirate simply grinned to her A more apt name I couldnt think of. His green eyes regarded her and whatever questions might linger in his mind about her presence here or details of her identity they seemed casually subsumed by the fact he wished to take her to bed. Thus all her toil and efforts to craft elaborate stories and details to satisfy her curiosity were left to the side as her striking form alone seemed to answer each and every question that sprang to mind. Her soft gasp was heard and then the colour of her cheek was noticed. Teasingly he noted A pretty blush you have. He seemed to rather thoroughly enjoy the act of kissing her. For as she pulled away from him he seemed reluctant to allow her to part. Lust and desire were clearly written upon his face as he regarded her. He wanted her, and she and every other person in the tavern were likely able to see that at this particular point in time. The bulge in his britches being something of a tip off to begin with. He watched the sway of her hips, that sensual rock seeming to fascinate him. But after a moments seeming hypnosis he followed after her. For he was not to let her get far from him when so freely he was offered what at that moment was his utmost desire. Thus across the tavern his boots tread and upwards along the stairs that same steady thump could be heard. He wound his way up the stairs and then entered through the open door, shutting it behind them. Donal saw her standing upon the balcony and regarded that curvaceous form in its silhouette. His eyes lingered upon her lustily and he slipped up behind her. His arms slipped about her waist, tightening about her. Those strong arms holding her to him as his lips pressed to the arch of her neck. There his lips drifted against soft skin, his teeth nipping lightly between kisses pressed to her skin. His hips rocked forward gently, pressing the hardened form of his groin to the curve of her bottom. That thickened flesh rubbed against her as his lips traced over her neck. His hand soon drifted upwards, one strong hand moving to cup an ample mound of flesh through the taunt form of her corset. Pressing to that supple flesh through the garment that proffered it forth. The other snaked downwards to press to the apex of her hips, slipping beneath the them of her skirt and soon brushing against the softness of her sex. Hands, body and lips pressed to her all at once, seeking their pleasure and still greater pleasures from her. If she made him burn with want for her, he seemed intent upon returning the favour.
Thread: A Pirate's Tale (Methos and TortoiseShell)

While waiting every second felt like an eternity, especially there in the comforting darkness of the balcony. The chilly ocean breeze filled her lungs, sending shivers down the woman's spine. The water breaking against the shore tuned out every other sound. It was on nights like that that a lover was salvation, dissolving solitude and invading one's lonely universe. Lost in thoughts, she listened to the sound of the pirate's heavy boots clicking against the ground, the unpleasant shriek of the door as it was shut. More steps. Desiree felt goosebumps spread along her smooth skin in anticipation. She shut her eyes, trying to imagine what was to come. The moment the distance between them was closed, his strong hard body pressing up against her frail, softer one, she had to bite on her lower lip to avoid making any sounds although a soft sigh managed to escape her full lips. Uncrossing her arms, she slid one along his forearm, her sharp although carefully manicured nails scratching his skin carefully the way a pleased cat would. She remained silent, considering that witty remarks were well for the tavern yet risked shattering the magic in the stuffy room. The girl leaned back against her pirate, pressing up against him tightly. She was eager to feel more of him than the fabric of their clothes allowed her to, yet taking things at a slower pace, building up that incredibly sweet tension was more thann she could ask for. Her free hand slid up to her neck to push the waves of hair away while she tilted her head, giving him a complete access to her skin. When he teased her neck she couldn't help but let out soft moans, her expression the portrayal of sesuality and lust. Her eyes darted to his hand on her breast before trailing down to his other hand slithering along her thighs, fabric of her stockings quickly replaced by the smooth skin. When he reached her sex she couldn't help but let out a higher pitched gasp, her cheeks growing crimson in the darkness. His touch, no matter how fleeting or brief, brought her to the seventh heaven and beyond. By that point, every cell in Desiree's body was longing for him, the desire growing almost painful. Along with desire grew frustration of not being able to please him due to her position, making her body heat up steadily. Searching for a way to have more contact with him, she slid her free hand to the one on her chest, placing her palm on top of it, delivering his hand a squeeze. Her rear meanwhile grinded up against the bulge in his pants, curious to discover whether it would grow bigger yet. His skilled hands and lips brought her pleasure no other man ever has, lighting a fire before getting to the act.
Thread: A Pirate's Tale (Methos and TortoiseShell)

The pirate felt that soft and sweetly shaped form pressed against him. He wanted her, and needed her now as lust raced through each fibre of his being. His lips pressed to her neck, and suckled gently upon her flesh. His teeth bit her lightly and then a bit more firmly as they strayed over that soft skin. He heard her moans and they simply seemed to encourage him to seek to leave her shivering and squirming with desire. His lips were firm and damp as they pressed to her skin, and some might shy from the thought of leaving a mark but he seemed to release it as his teeth and lips left the mark of his passage upon her. His fingers slid along the curve of her breast. They tighten upon it to cup and fondle that luscious mound. His hand fast upon her, but teasingly his thumb would slip beneath the cusp of her corset to let his thick digit stroke against the sensitive nub of her nipple. Gently his thumb would rock against it, tracing a circle about its base and slipping back and forth over its swelling form. His hand had sought out the lisp of her sex, and he found that heated flesh. There his rough fingers would slip along those bedewed and soft folds. Rubbing back and forth they stroked against her soft petals as they heat of her seemed to build with his touch, till it seemed his fingers pressed in against a furnace. Hed grind his fingers down upon her clit, pressing to that puffy flesh and stroking it rather gently. Thus he teased her as his fingers slowly began to dip just within her. He parted those soft folds with twin digits and they slowly stroked against the walls of her sex. He felt the grind of her ass against that throbbing bulge. Eagerly his body responded in kind. His hips pressed to hers, as they bodies came together. The stiffened form of his cock grinding to the curve of her ass. It stiffened further, as blood rushed to engorge it. Its aroused state of impressive girth and length. His hips pressed to her with increasing want. His lips seemed to work and finally part as he rather urgently remarked Bend over. Perhaps meaning the rail of the balcony, or the bed. Such was his state he likely didnt care which.
Thread: A Pirate's Tale (Methos and TortoiseShell)

The young prostitute winced as he sucked upon her flesh, causing blood to rush to the spot in a pleasant wave. Just as she has always imagined, pirates seemed to be able to satisfy a woman without losing that awfully sexy roughness and carnal ferocity. If eliciting her moans was his goal, he achieved it without much effort. His warm lips on her skin were ecstasy on their own, his seemingly experienced calloused fingers arousing beyond imaginable. Her body was his for the night, no protest escaping the plump lips regarding the mark, a part of her almost proud to bear it despite the knowledge that so many others were able to bear it before her. His hand cupping the soft curve of her chest was sheer bliss, despite the layer of fabric separating him from her. When his thumb brushed against her hardened bud, she winced slightly, the coarse corset irritating the sensitive skin and pushing it to yearn for an escape from the strict confines of the dress. Her hand on top of his decided to make him understand what she needed, urging his one to slide deeper underneath the cloth until his hand was right on top of her breast. Meanwhile, his hand venturing further into the moist warmth of her hairless womanhood's outline elicited a low growl on her behalf, her body ready welcome him the moment his fingers grazed her sensitive clitoris, causing her to twitch. As his fingers pushed into her, a breathless moan caught in her throat, sending jolts of electricity along her spine. By that point, she couldn't help but imagine what his impressive manhood would feel like when burried deeply inside of her. As he grinded against her backside, she couldn't help but wonder how his trousers managed to hold back his erection without ripping from the pressure. All of a sudden he spoke, uttering a simple although urgent demand, one she was more than happy to comply with. Following a split second of hesitation, she let her inhibition to falter and executed his wish, taking a step forth to bend over, resting on top of the ramp. Quickly checking its stability, she appeared satisfied and her hands slid back to her rear, slowly sliding the skirt up her firm buttocks, uncovering her lack of undergarnments and exposing herself to him.
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Donal naturally wasnt prepared to assert that pirates could roughly satisfy any woman - just that he could. His lips pressed to her neck and his teeth grazed her skin. He tasted her and left his mark upon her flesh as arousal soon was written upon his features. He seemed well versed in stimulating women and if this particular woman was his for no more than a night, he seemed to wish it to be a night worth remembering. He felt his hand urged further beneath her corset and obligingly that strong hand pressed under the corset to let his hand directly cup that rounded globe of flesh. Gently hed seek to tug it free from the confinement of the garment while his fingers dug into its shapely form. The calloused pads of his fingers kneaded into her flesh, his hand greedily pressing to its ample expanse as he felt that warm body pressing against him. His other fingers soon found themselves sticky with the dampness of her sex. His fingers elicited those breathless moans that seemed to leave her squirming with each touch against her. Gently but firmly his fingers jutted within her. He pressed into those soft folds and let his fingers swirl about stroking against that dampened sex. Yet he seemed satisfied now that she was ready for him. His hand slipped back to his waist and there belt and then britches were each undone rather hastily and shoved downwards as she leaned forwards. As his pants dropped to the floor the thickened forth of his cock jutted forth like a lance through the night. Its lust swollen form pressing to those now bared cheeks of her ass. He leaned forwards and that turgid prick was lustily ground against her luscious form. But clearly unable to deny himself any longer, that broad head of his cock was brought to the soft damp lips of her sex. His hands drifted to her hips as his own body surged towards her. His cock was thus thrust within her, its aroused form parting silken lips and plunging eagerly into the damp velveteen folds of her sex. That large thick form pumped within her, claiming her in that most primal of acts as his body and hers joined at the waist.
Thread: A Pirate's Tale (Methos and TortoiseShell)

Desiree bit on her lower lip, hardly able to wait. Finally, she felt his hard warmth press against her soft skin, grinding against her wet womahood. A part of her was almost afraid of sheltering all of him, seeing how much thicker and longer he was than any other man she has ever gotten the occasion to sleep with. All of a sudden the woman's thoughts were interrupted by the male's her pressed against her entrance and a split second later he filled her in an incredibly painful although pleasant thrust. Shutting her eyes, she let out a fairly loud moan that bordered a scream as she felt his flesh stretch out her tight sex. She winced, glancing back at him almost questioningly when she remembered her role - of course, she was supposed to be a prostitute, the kind of woman expected to be used to male presence within her. A-ah, it hurts, she gasped for air, her hands clenching tighter on the ramp. She looked down at the clay tiles trailing beneath the balcony, ending with a view of the street and the docks. From the ships or even a few yard from where they were the couple were fully visible, her freed breast pressed against the cold metal of the ramp. Strangely enough, despite its obscenity, the knowledge that people could be watching their act of supposed intimacy made her body burn. Her hands slid up to cup her breasts, freeing the second one from her dress. Fondling the mounds of flesh that were too big to fit her small thin hands, she played with her nipples slowly, tugging and squeezing the sensitive buds. Her body meanwhile grew accustomed to the intrusion, once again eager to feel it move. Make me scream, Captain, she whispered huskily, glancing back at the male briefly, curious what his expression would look like. Usually she avoided looking at the men she slept with, yet with him she felt like a little girl ready for anything to please the object of her desire.
Thread: A Pirate's Tale (Methos and TortoiseShell)

Donal heard the loud groan that escaped the whores lips as he entered her. His thick cock pressed into that taunt passage and he felt her stretching around him as he pressed within her. If he wasnt rather caught up in the act of fucking her that might seem slightly strange, after all your average prostitute had been rammed full more often than his sips cannons. Yet he was hardly one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Thus into that tight gasp of her sex he thrust, that strong form pressed to the curve of her ass. The solid form of his abdominals crushed against the sweet swell of her bottom with each eager entry within her. Her statement that it hurt seemed slightly out of place as well. But quite naturally he simply shrugged that off with a bit of self congratulatory thinking along the lines of well I do have a large prick. His hands held her body close against his own. His fingers greedily seeking their place upon her alluring form. His hand tightened upon her bosom while the other pressed into the rounded curve of her thigh. His hips smacked forward to the rather lewd sound of flesh meeting flesh. His cock was pumped inside her, a vehement and forceful act. It was pressed deeper within that slick passage as he used her body. As her head turned back towards him, he leaned in to her and kissed her rather hotly. His mouth pressed to her, kissing her in an impassioned fashion. His eyes gleamed with lust as he murmured oh youll scream half into her mouth before kissing her again. His hand pawed at her ass and his body pressed into her as his lips came to her own. Now my sweet Denise..show me what a good whore you are. His hips smacked into her as his lips caressed her own rather aggressively. The green eyed pirate let his hand part from where it had fondled her ass to smack it rather firmly as he entered her from behind. Teasingly he suggested Youve a body to die for, what can you do with it hmm? Just as shed asked him to make her scream he seemed to challenge her to bring him to the heights of pleasures.
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Desiree parted her lips as she saw her Captain lean in, her eyes seemingly lost in a daze while her face seemed drunk with lust. Her gentle although forceful lips eagerly met his in a fiery kiss, a grin spreading across her lips as he told her that she would scream. For a reason or another, she didn't doubt his words for a second. Already his cock hammering into her brought her an incredible amount of mixed pleasure, the sounds of their bodies smacking against eachother to become one entity increasing her arousal greatly. The entire act was so savage, so vulgar and carnal, pushing her to foget all about the high morality preached by all that she couldn't help but adore it. In a sick, twisted way it felt like freedom. Despite its volatility, the thought was comforting while it lasted. Her hands caressed his grip on hers, urging him to be rougher with her, to have no pity for the soft supple body. Her unspoken demand was granted as his hand firmly came down upon the smooth skin of her rear, causing her to let out a loud growl. Oh, I would, she whispered between gasps and kisses, her breathing already ragged. But I can't do much bent over this, she murmured, another low moan escaping her lips. After a while, she felt like even the solid ramp made of iron wouldn't be able to hold for much longer. Deciding to ignore it, she put her fairly undivided attention into the kiss, only seldom breaking it to gasp for air or let out another sound of pleasure. The satisfaction he brought to her was unprecedented, causing her body to respond in ways she did not know it was capable of. She felt herself grow tense, her lower body almost throbbing while her knees grew weaker, making it hard for her to stand. A part of her was wondering if she was about to have her first orgasm - her odd symptoms appearing to match the description given to her by some of her quite happily married acquaintances. You are so incredibly good, Donnel, she gasped softly, biting on his lower lip before letting her tongue brush across it. Suddenly she heard cheers coming from the street, causing her to briefly pull away. There are people, she commented before leaning in for another kiss, leaving the choice of staying on the balcony or not to him.