Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

Philippe had circled quietly around the bed after he stabbed his sword down, knowing the sudden act might flush his prey from hiding. He had left his sword upright in the floor, but still had his pistol for the slim chance it was an armed man instead of a helpless woman, or the even slimmer chance the woman was armed! To his delight, a black haired and very female head poked out from under the bed and a quite nubile and tender body slithered out following it. The woman, or perhaps girl, was clad in a robe and what looked like a sleeping gown. The clothes rode high as she lay on the floor, exposing her legs from the knee down and giving Philippe an eyeful of her lily white skin. She lay tensely beside the bed, clearly distraught and trying not to make a noise, and delightfully unaware of the leering pirate behind her. Philippe said nothing as she quietly rose to her knees to risk peering over the high bed. The view of her profile made his leer turn into a grin. She was very attractive and young, with refined and well bred features. Some rich daughter or Southern Belle no doubt. He watched as she stood, enjoying seeing a perplexed expression spread across her face, that cute nose wrinkling as her mouth gaped in surprise. Just when he was about to say something, she turned and saw him standing right beside her. A grinning pirate holding a pistol was evidently not a reassuring sight, but even Philippe was surprised at the strength of the girl's reaction. Sure his smile was a bit smug, and he had given her a little wink, but was he really that scary? The cry was ear piercing and he knew his men would come quickly to investigate. Not that they were worried about Philippe, but because that very female scream was like a siren song to a crew of horny pirates! Then he could only chuckle as she fell over the chair and landed with little dignity on the desk. Her legs thrashed as she righted herself, displaying more delicious flashes of her white skin. And finally, her fumbled attempts to find a weapon were enough to break Philippe's composure and leave him outright laughing as the young woman pointed a ruler at him threateningly. Even like this, frightened, robe in disarray, and trying to defend herself with a cartographer's tool, Philippe couldn't deny her beauty. The shockingly blue eyes were wide in fright and made a stunning contrast to the lustrous black hair which hung in tousled waves around her face. And what a beguiling face that was, unblemished porcelain white skin, high cheekbones and delicate features, and a sweet and luscious set of full, pink lips that surely needed a kiss. Picking up the color of her lips, her fair skin darkened on her cheeks into twin rosy spots as she flushed with emotion. Young, but not too young for his needs. It was, in all, a delectable sight and made Philippe momentarily reflective as he considered his good fortune. The Captain was hiding a prize indeed. En garde! Philippe cried, falling into an exaggerated fencer's stance with his pistol hand high and behind him. Without a sword, he shuffled forward towards the quaking girl until he was able to grab her wrist and twist it up, pulling her body close to his and forcing the ruler from her hand. She was almost pressed against him now, his larger frame towering above her as he stared down into those big blue eyes and gave her a wink. Alas, you have been disarmed. Cap'n! You need help! came the cry of the first of his men, swinging open the broken door and peering into the dark room. Behind him, other men crowded, eager to get a glimpse of a woman. 'As he got a lass in 'dere? Wuz'at a lady screaming? Is he givin' 'er a poke wit 'is sword, if you know wat I mean?! You mean 'ees fuckin' her!? Back! Shut the door lads, I'll bring her out for all to see in a bit, yelled Philippe, not bothering to even look at them as he kept his eyes on the beauty in front of him. There were grumbled complaints, but he heard the door swing shut. My apologies, but my crew can be a bit vulgar. I am Captain Philippe. And you are Miss....? Releasing her hand, Philippe strode around to recover his sword and rested it on his shoulder as he eyed her. A girl like this was a pirate's dream, yes, but Philippe had a little more self-restraint, barely perhaps, than most pirates. He also knew her value in gold might be higher than the pleasure he and his crew could have with her, depending on how rich her family was. She was no common floozy, that was for sure. While his pirate peers might just ravish her here and enjoy the spoils of victory while fresh, especially a prize this sweet, Philippe knew he'd have plenty of time tonight to sample the treats the girl barely hid in her thin nightclothes at a more leisurely pace. He enjoyed his woman like he enjoyed a fine meal, slowly and savoring every morsel to its fullest. And plenty of time after he'd have his fun to figure out if she might be worth even more to him as ransom. Now come on, don't be scared. Onto the deck with you. I'm moving all my booty to my ship and the lads won't touch you unless I tell them to, he said in a casual tone, using his head to gesture for her to walk to the door.