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Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

Eric von Marburg, sighted where the lookout had called him. Yes, there was a bit of smoke. But that strand was overrun by storms each year...soon the hurricanes would arrive and anything there would be destroyed. Yet, as he stood aboard the Privateer sloop, Heilige Elizabeth, his own sloop...he heard his Grandfather's voice. No matter your job, your post, Eric. Bring honor and gallantry to it. Protect children and widows and the downtrodden. Such is a true knight's calling. Knight. HAH! he was little better than a pirate. Granted, his prey were technically legal, but he still preyed upon ships weaker than his own. Dieter, drop a long boat. We're going to investigate. Franz, hold her here. Drop two anchors, and keep her steady. There's some tricky currents in these parts. If you see the boat unable to return, go north or south to meet us. Why he got in the boat, he couldn't say. Just that if he was along, it was his conscience that mattered. His blond hair blew in the afternoon breeze and he inhaled the salt spray. This was his life, not the court his older brothers had chosen. Technically he might be a Hessian Knight Captain, but only his charter and letter of Marque from France, these United States, and his native Germany made his activities legal against the Brits, Swedes, and others seeking to supply the British or make off with American goods. As the long boat hit the breakers, he leaped from the bow, sword in scabbard to protect it. Why...it was a young woman, ragged, yet comely. Her tattered dress had once had finery. He saw a few errant pearls that had escaped ill usage. Madame, I am Captain Sir Eric von Marburg of the Hessian Merchant Marine. Tu le Francois, Oui Madame? His French was not good, but he wished to reassure her. He continued in English. Our nations are allied in these Carib efforts. It would be my pleasure to host you about the St. Elizabeth, patron of the homeless. While you are obviously a lady, I would say she has likely interceded for you. Please, let me assist you and any items you have into the boat. He sat in the bow as they returned. I'm sorry, but we will not be making for the European coast any time soon, but I can likely get you to Martinique within a month. I'm sure that if I pay your passage, the governor will get you back on the next merchant ship, as no passenger ships ply these waters in such war times. I will show you to my cabin. I have some chests taken as redemption from a British trader. It would not surprise me if we were able to locate suitable ladies clothes within. Though shoes will need to be shipboard boots or sandals, I'm afraid. He leaned back, black satin shirt crisp against his strong tanned shirt and sky blue eyes regarded her. If you are tired of fish, I shall have a duck prepared for our dinner. Perhaps L'orange or Bernaise style? If you don't want French cooking, I will arrange something else. I'm sure we shall be the closest of companions. As he said this, a deep smoky look seemed to pass behind his eyes, but was soon gone.
Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

Bianca was waist deep in water with her improvised spear when the man appear in his boat, at first her face flushed red with anger for his boat had scared away all the fish in the area that she'd been delicately tip-toeing towards. It hadn't even dawned on her yet that this was a man with a boat and another larger ship off in the distance, a man still speaking to her offering all sorts of glorious things. It is good for both of us Sir that my English is better than your french she spoke English well, but she had a heavy french accent and it was apparent that English wasn't her native tongue. I am Bianca-Lousie Dubois, I was traveling home by yacht when the hurricane hit she gestured to the flotsam in the water This is all that is left of my belongings and of the yacht. She was a trifle overwhelmed by the man not just his appearance and stature but his willingness to take on another traveler and offer to pay her way, offer to feed her whatever type of food she had the mind for. Bianca didn't care how long it was before they headed for the Europe just so long as she was off this forsaken island and aboard a sturdy vessel with clean clothing and a steady food supply. She would not soon miss the hauling of the wood for fire or walking the empty beach alone. Your kindness Captain is greatly appreciated and not excepted lightly, one day I will be a very important woman in France you will see yourself greatly rewarded. She reached out one dirty hand and rested it against his arm gently Thank you Captain I feared I would spend the rest of my life on that island making fires and hunting fish, you've saved me from despair.
Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

While his English was near flawless, he grinned at her pride. Then let us agree that we are speaking American, not the imperial British. Your accent is lovely Miss Dubois. I can understand your French better than I speak...but I shall brag, for I also speak, Spanish, Portuguese, Latin, Swedish and Nahuatl. I did not have as much time to learn the language of my neighbors to the west. Perhaps you will train me to pass the time. It breaks my heart almost to think of you pining away all alone, and whether you are important to others in the future, I know you will be important to me. The rowers reached the sloop, and the longboat was attached and raised. He escorted her to his cabin, and eyed her. The cabin had stained glass and looked out westward, across the endless sea. A basket of fresh fruit was on the table, along with nuts and a cracker. A bottle or both red and white wine awaited opening, teasing her with their nearness. He first offered her some sweetened tea. This lavender dress may be a bit loose right now, but chef will make you grow back into it. Why don't you try it on now. It isn't like your old rags are hiding anything now, and we need to settle something right now. I mean to have you for my own. If I had not rescued you, against my crew's advice, you would be dead. Worry not. I shall marry you, and I am a titled Knight, worthy of your stature. As Captain, I am able to marry us if the first mate presides. With the door to his cabin shut and the swoosh of the waves outside, none heard as he reached out to tear her ragged garments from her and throw them into the small stove. Eric's eyes gazed in wonder at her sweet form, and almost he clasped her to himself. This...this truly was a woman! Or perhaps you are in no rush to wear clothes until you are clean. He obviously was amused by her shock at his action. I would be glad to provide a small tub of clean warm water and to scrub your hair and back, then give you some perfumes...I even have a top one from Paris...if you behave as a good fiance should. Worry not. Your maidenhead is safe until you ask me to take it, but I will show you the love, protection and control of a true man. His nose wrinkled. Unlike many of his men, he scrubbed himself clean each day, and ate vegetables and fruits as a biblical passage had recommended. As a result, he was clean, and healthy Just know that I am Captain. My word is law, and I expect obedience. So would you rather kiss me before or after you bathe? Because you do need a bath, and the lady I woo will be an icon of feminine grace. And will or no, you will kiss me. It will help to bury my darker urges.
Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

Bianca was relieved to have her feet firmly aboard the deck of the ship, there wasn't much time spent meeting the crew but she suspected it was due to the state of her clothing. An entire crew of men who haven't seen a women in months, some maybe even years presented with a scantily clad woman would not be easy to control. Once they were in the cabin she looked around and breathed a sigh of relief, there was a bed and everything a woman could ever need, the food was the greatest temptation. She ran her fingers along the side of the bottle of white wine and smiled a little, hoping she'd be able to indulge in a glass of it soon. The introduction of the lavender dress took her mind from the wine, the material looked divine and would feel even better on her skin. She was listening to him speak, she was surprised that her jaw had not hit the floor with his words. He'd saved her life, that was true and was now claiming that he meant to have her, would marry her. At least that was something, she wouldn't be a ruined woman when she returned. When his hand clenched the material of her yellow dress and tore it from her frame she let out a small scream and then curled into herself, one arm coming across her breast and hand lowering between her legs. Bianca wouldn't have found herself in this position if she hadn't needed to remove her underthings to keep from drowning, her modesty would have been preserved but as it was she was standing naked as a bird in front of a man she'd only just met. I wish to have a bath before I wear the dress, Please Captain. The words may have sounded a bit meek, or mild mannered but a fire flashed in her eyes that told him she may not be as understanding of his actions as she may appear to be. She was beginning to think of the man as a pig and it pained her because he'd saved her life and she wished to think the best of him, he wanted obedience as if she were a trained pup... well then... she moved closer towards him her hands still covering her body as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his cheek in a chaste kiss.
Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

Eric was not at all displeased with her responses. She was reasonably chaste. This was, after all, a lady and no slut. My thanks for the kiss, I will assume that was my reward for rescuing you from an unpleasant lonely death. I only pray that if I am ever marooned, it will be with at least one friend. Alone, I don't think I would do as well...I would lack purpose. He strode to the tub and lay out large fresh towels and scented soaps. A little bubble soap was poured in and he stirred the top until a thin layer covered it. I will have the cabin boy turn the small table with the mirror into a primping table for you. Here are some nice combs, brushes and nail files and trimmers. I even have a bit of nail paint in a few colors for you. Now, while I make the bed for you, as I assume you will wish to sleep for a while after your bath, you hop in. My back will be turned, I promise. Then when you are safely under the bubbles, I will wash your hair for you. I will trust none of the scoundrels but the cabin boy to be near you. Go ahead and get in. He turned his back, but a small mirror mounted high in the corner reflected a large mirror on the wall, showing her every move, but not apparent to one viewing the mirror. He had had it save his life from backstabbers more than once. Deftly he stripped the sheets and he chatted. So tell me of yourself. I'm sorry for your losses. The sea knows no fairness. How long were you trapped there and where are you from. We might pass another boat, and be able to give them a letter from you. As he made the bed, he tried not to moan at her sweet curves.
Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

She breathed a sigh of relief when the small kiss was enough for him, Bianca knew that the kiss would not be enough of a reward for the rescue but if it kept him pleased for now that was more than alright with her until she was more comfortable with all the things he said would happen. Marriage, intimacy and his darker urges. She shivered at the last one wondering what his darker urges could be. Bianca watched as he moved to the tub and laid out towels and soaps and even made the water bubble for her. She tilted her head curiously as she watched him, he seemed so aware of any need or want she would have for he even had nail paint and he was doing things that a servant should have been doing as far as stripping the bed went. But she assumed it was more for selfish reasons than anything else. Bianca moved over to the tub and then looked back at him, he seemed not to be watching so she dropped her hands away from her body and slid into the tub. The water was warm and soothing over her body and she could help herself she let out a gentle moan and felt as if she could melt right into the water. Her head rested against the edge of the tub for a moment before she slid all the way under the water and wet her long chocolate locks. When she popped up from the way she smiled a little and grabbed a bar of soap, at home baths were one of her guilty pleasures she could spend hours in her soaking tub. I was on that island for a bit less than a fortnight, 10 days I believe. It wasn't so much that I was alone on the island it was more the silence, it was eerily quiet as if there wasn't so much as a wild pig that lived there. At my home in Paris there is always someone around, always there is noise... a party thrown by my mother and father, rowdy relatives that never leave it's never quiet.
Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

He watched in awe, her sweet body swaying gracefully as she made it into the tub. Then he turned and approached. Sometimes it's quiet here at night...or just before a battle. But a privateer's crew is rather raucous. I shall have our fiddle player play softly outside your door, should you like. Having noticed her interest, he uncorked the white wine, setting a large crystal goblet with redgold chasing just within her reach. Please enjoy. I shall do your hair now....hmm. Rosemary scented? He began to soap her dark locks and his fingers dug into her scalp in a deep massage. Unless you give me real cause, I will not punish you. Just remember, I am the Captain. I can not allow open defiance of my orders. Such would lead to chaos. Even if you broke a major rule, I would never give you permanent harm. You are safer here than in many a court. He combed out her wet hair and then rinsed it, working in a small amount of scented oil to repair the sun's effects. Then his hands dropped to her shoulders. Relax. I mean only to unknot you. You are as stiff as oak. Her skin was like satin, and were his hands not wet and oiled they would have scratched her. I am going to leave you now, but will be in shouting distance. I may not come myself. Young Hans can attend. His French is good, but not his English. Eat, drink and rest well. Only I have the key to the door's lock.
Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

Bianca wrapped her fingers around the goblet and brought it to her lips, the taste was superb and she let it linger on her tongue for her moment. She was having a hard time understanding the Captain, one moment he's tearing the dressed from her form and speaking of his darkest urges and the next he's pouring her wine and soaping her hair, she'd never had a man comb her hair out before it was an all together different experience than having one of her maids combing out her hair. Every time the Captain touched her tingles shimmered through her body it was a new experience for her, a new and disturbing experience it was also the reason for her tense shoulders and stiff back. She wanted to be mad at him for the things he'd done to her such as tearing her dress off so she stood indecently nude in front of him and the things he would do to her, he claimed they'd be married and that he'd have her. But it was terribly hard when he was being so gently and thoughtful to her needs. And she wondered if she was thoughtful as well perhaps things would be easier for her, so before he went to leave she turned in the tub and placed a gentle kiss directly on his lips this time Thank you Captain, for rescuing me, for the bath and the wine and unknotting my hair a feat I could not have accomplished on my own. As he left the cabin she sipped the wine and continued to relish in the heat of the water and the bubbly peace she found in the bubbled bath he'd prepared for her. When she finished her goblet of wine she stood and wrapped one of the lush towels around her ample form and stepped out of the tub, she rubbed herself down and then used the other towel to wrap around her hair. When that was done she eyed the lavender dress but decided against changing into it right away. Instead she made her way over to the bed, discarding the towels over the back of one of the chairs before she climbed in laying her naked body over the quilt and settling her head into a pillow, she sighed happily and fell fast asleep.
Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

After an hour, Eric let himself in and locked the door behind. The glass of drugged wine was entirely drained, and he carefully put it in its place on a rack, next to six identical bottles. Good. The drug induced not only sleep, but was a narcotic that affected dreams. She would have 12 or so hours of deep sleep, but her body would respond. He undressed, and stretched, then peeled back the covers, stunned that she had chosen to sleep nude. He oiled his hands, so that he would not scratch her and ran them all over her sweet body. Returning to her face, he kissed her and pulled her mouth open, leaving it lax....hmmm. Sliding her legs wide...she was flexible enough, he slid in two fingers. He grinned. In truth, his bride to be was a virgin. Softly, Eric's finger's stroked her lower lips and he watched in fascination as they opened like an orchid to daylight, gradually swelling and spreading. Thinking ahead, he put a small spare towel under her ass. No drips on the bed. He began to stroke two fingers within her and to lick along her lips and inside. She was pleasantly musky, a wonderful natural scent all her own. Pressing his lips down, he seized her clit and sucked it forth from her hood, engorging and pulling it to be teased and tickle with his tongue, as his fingers continued their work. Now a test. He pulled a large banana from the bowl and coated it with coconut oil, then slid it into her lax mouth. Deeper and deeper he pressed it, watching her swallow and gag frantically, but breathing through her nose. Most excellent. He withdrew the banana, and pulled the pillow away, tipping her head up. Lowering his body, he sank all of his member into the depths of her throat and began a fast throat, pulling back every sixth stroke for her to breathe. And buried down her throat, he shot a hearty load directly into her stomach. He withdrew, and began to tease her clit again, as his fingers stroked quickly. Faster and faster he stroked, wanting her to gush forth, so he could lick her up and know he had what no other man did. Eventually, he cleaned her and replaced the pillow and blanket over her. Then he dressed in an evening robe, and climbed in the other side, with himself over the sheet to separate them. When the first rays of morning broke, he called out to her. Rise and shine, you've slept 12 hours, and a new day dawns, Miss Bianca.
Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

Bianca slept in a heavy dreamless sleep for the first hour or so but somewhere close to the second or third hour of sleep an erotic dream of her and the captain invaded her sleep. He was touching her intimately, in ways she'd never let a man touch her in reality. In her dream she was wanton, spreading her legs wide for the Captain and yearning for more of his touch. She never woke up and she never for a moment thought that it was truly happening. She had no clue of the removed towel that she'd soaked with her pleasure juices, she'd be mortified to find out about the banana or for that matter to find out that he'd sunk his member deep down her throat and she most certainly had no clue how her body had reacted to all of this, growing wet and ready for so much more and that was probably for the better, because what one did not know could not hurt them. When he woke her the following morning she stretched her nude body and felt a twinge between her legs, it was odd she thought but she figured it had to do with the ordeal she'd been through on the ship. She opened her eyes and looked over at the Captain, when she went to speak she had to clear her throat for it was feeling a bit sore... perhaps she was getting a bug of some sort, Good Morning, Captain she rasped out and then cleared her throat again I must have caught a bit of bug my throat is feeling quite sore this morning.
Thread: Private Tears and a Privateer (Torrid x Lanolyt)

He smiled and fetched her dress for her. Well, you have been in open salt spray for ten days. Saltiness in your throat can make is raspy. Give me a few minutes and Hans can bring you tea with lemon and honey to sooth you. I had thought to introduce you to the men, but if you are ill, better to stay within. I have some books here. Play scripts, sea adventures. Let me open the back windows and you can enjoy the beautiful sunrise. Oh, I um...err..don't know your exact sizes, but I guessed. Here is a chemise, girdle and undergarments. I will turn my back. If they don't work, please let me know. Would an egg or two be to your liking? They are precious at see, but we have a few chickens and ducks. I have bacon, and the cook makes some johnnycake that is only a little stale in the flour. Also we have dried apples, bananas, mango, and figs. And....I have a little roast lamb that I have kept under salt. The water is stale, but you can flavor it with a bit of red wine. I'm afraid that that is as good as it gets...unless you desire kippers. Fish...we ALWAYS have fish...but I was thinking there was a chance you might be tired of Piscatory imbibement. Once she was dressed, he turned and hugged her tightly, pulling her head to his chest. You didn't have to kiss me last night. But this lonely Captain truly appreciated the gesture. You are in all ways a lady. Is my offer of marriage so bad? I have over 20,000F and 8,000 guilders saved in German and Dutch banks. I have never married, do not womanize. I control my drinking. And I am starting to adore you. I will not demand an answer now, just your consideration. He rocked her back and forth, closing his own eyes. Well, try on some stockings and boots. There are no fancy shoes here, but decks can be rough even after holystoning. I must review my crew. You have the run of the cabin and may come up if you wish, but I don't wish to tempt the men to crassness for which I might have to kill someone. His lips dipped and he kissed her shell-like ear. He turned and left, letting her decide whether to lock the door.