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

Eric grinned from under her. He was so lucky to have gotten to her first. She was a natural well of sexual passion, for most women would have reacted in fear at what he'd done...but he'd seen her body react when asleep. She also was not turning away from his cock, but exploring as a new lover. For the moment, her would force no more than her orgasm...then he'd see how much she wanted another. Deftly, an index finger slid up into her, as he moved his mouth to encompass her clit, flicking under her hood before sucking hard enough to draw her out. He repeated his suction upon each of her labia lips, under she was greatly puffy, aroused and dripping all over him. Then he moved back to her clit, licking and assaulting it with his tongue tip as his finger whipped in and out of her. When she loosened, he added a second, and was able to reach her g-spot and rub it briskly. His other hand took a full breast, kneading it like a tight muscle, and lightly pinching and twisting her nipple. Gradually, he increased his pace, not stopping until her nectars shot out across his face. You are messy, my love. For my love you are. I am glad that I could bring you some happiness. But I wonder if I was right to do so. I feel my heart open to yours and wanting you always by my side, but you do not tell me that you have affection for me. You do not reach out to kiss me...hmmm. Mayhap I was wrong. Perhaps twer best that even if you have no man in a court with government friends, you be allowed to fend for yourself. After all, I have heard there are one or two judges out there who regard women as more than a man's duty to guard, and consider that they might be allowed to control their own property without a court appointed overseer who has his own interests, and could bleed away her fortunes for his own enjoyment. You probably have waiting suitors who will wed you for your fortune, assuring you a place in your household. As a Sea Captain...granted, a very well off one, I would have to unfairly expect more of you. You would need to run most of your affairs as you chose, and be trusted to buy that which pleased you, instead of a man's sensible direction all the time. No, mayhap I was wrong. For you probably don't enjoy sea travel on such a vessel, where you are singled out and held up as the only woman. Far better to book passage and be a faceless name amongst the masses. And I did but hope you would enjoy the warm summer breezes of Martinique, where swimming in one's own pond or the waves of the ocean in winter are... Belike, you love those cold snowy French winters, sitting by a fireplace sedately like a proper woman, when the weather is to harsh to be allowed to travel outside. And you could probably find another man, who will be strong and gentle for you, yet will respect your honor, and know immediately that you are a woman of quality, with abilities...oh, but French law requires you to have a husband for those important managerial skills to be exercised, Nez pas? A husband who will be more proper. Only touching you to gain a child, instead of making your body improperly jump in excitement. Perhaps a Vicar, or a sausage Burghar. He would not intrude, but leave you alone in the evenings to pursue more proper social pursuits such as social card games away from home, allowing you to ensure that meals are prepared and the children in control. Very well, should you wish to be quits of me, I see how unfair I am. I will speed to get you to a friendly Governor, book your passage, and we will hope for the best for you. How likely would it be that anyone would try to take advantage of a lady after all. It's war time, and there are...well mostly...noble officers who will assure your safety. Bianca, say the word, and though my heart will ache, we will forget my offer of marriage. I release you from any debt for saving you, and you have all my best wishes. A sea dog like me should not hold you back from your chosen destiny, for you understand that I need your complete and willing obedience and love returned to me. You are far to precious and special for a common Knight like myself. I should learn not to believe in children's tales of women who want a life of love instead of proper behavior. Spoken from between her legs, it was a little odd, yet he began to slowly roll her from him, wondering whether his words would have the needed effect.