Thread: The Virgin Prize [Prince & LingeringDesire]

Once outside, Philippe was greeted with catcalls and whistles at his state of dress as his crew naturally assumed he'd already sampled his new captive's goods. Despite wanting a shower, he found himself getting caught up in helping his men plunder the captured ship. Clad only in his towel, he aided Breezy in sorting and sifting through the cargo and valuables, weighing in on what items to keep and what to discard. The vessel's hold had mostly been full of dyed cotton and wool cloth, which took up too much room to be worthwhile to try to resell, but they'd found some imported silk and other more expensive swaths of fabric tucked inside. Their ship's larders were restocked with barrels of salted beef, pork, vegetables and fresh fruit. Extra fresh water was moved onboard to replenish their store and every ounce of liquor that could be found was transferred to help sate his crew's insatiable thirst. Finally, all the small valuables, coins, jewelry and trade goods were gathered and wrapped in a tarp to divvy up after they cast away. Au revoir ! Philippe cried out, mock waving at the crippled ship as they hoisted their sails and disengaged. Turning to Breezy, he rubbed his stubbled chin and thought about where to sail next. There were dozens of seedy ports in the Caribbean that he could offload this booty at, but patrols were frequent and he rarely liked to visit the same town more than once a year to avoid setting habits. Port was the most dangerous time for a pirate captain. His crew would be drunk and chasing whores and his ship vulnerable if a British warship were to happen on the town. Plus, he always lost a few men to bar fights or rival ships. Mon Dieu he preferred the freedom of the sea to being tied up at a dock any day! Set a tack to take us to Port Luis. That little shithole is far enough away from St. Masses that it'll be the last port they can check after they get the news. Philippe pulled the cook aside and spent some time refining a menu for his dinner with Emmeline, taking full advantage of the fresh meat and vegetables they'd acquired from the ship they had captured in crafting what should be a delicious meal of roast beef tenderloin au jus , seasoned beets, spiced beans and a side of Spring carrots lightly stewed. He'd already claimed the best wines from the loot to pair for his feast and felt his stomach rumble in anticipation of the meal. And the lovely Emmeline herself could be his dessert, now that was a pleasant thought although he frowned at the annoying realization that he'd still need to restrain himself if he wanted his pardon. This was going to quite a test of his willpower! The tall, lanky pirate dropped his towel and washed his muscled body on the deck with a couple buckets full of fresh water and a bar of perfumed soap. The sweat and grime of battle came off slowly and it took a lot of scrubbing before he felt like he looked presentable enough for dinner with a lady. The sun was starting to get lower off the port side by the time he was done and was suddenly eager to head back to his cabin to get dressed and check in on his beautiful captive. Emmeline was no doubt bored by now, forced to stew alone for almost two hours, and Philippe wondered if she might be more willing to be civil after time by herself to contemplate the gravity of her situation. I'm back, mon cheri ! Philippe cried out as he entered his cabin. He eyed the girl, flashed her a brilliant smile, and then dropped his towel to shamelessly displayed his nude form again to her once innocent eyes. He'd noticed her gaze upon him earlier, probably against her better judgment, and reckoned the girl might enjoy another show. A man's penis could be a fascinating sight for a woman unused to seeing it swing, bounce and dangle in counterpoint to the body's motions. Taking his time, he began to choose his outfit for dinner as he continued talking to the girl, acting as if having a conversation while fully nude was perfectly normal for him! Clean and scrubbed, she'd notice the patchwork of scars that webbed his tanned skin. Only the lily white flesh around his muscled rear was free of any marks and the knife wounds, sword cuts, whip lashes, musket shots and other assorted nicks told a visual tale of a man who had lived a violent and dangerous life. My chef is preparing us quite a feast tonight. I believe you will enjoy it very much. I'm trying to choose my outfit. What do you think of red for my shirt? This satin one hasn't seen much use recently. I'm quite found of these blue silk pants, but do you think they are too baggy? Like my ass is drooping? After finally choosing his outfit, the red shirt paired with a tighter fitting set of black leather breeches, Philippe dressed himself before the girl and teasingly hid the masculine body that he had been flaunting before her since his return. Would she miss the sight? Don't worry, I'll let you see more later. Now, for you mon cheri , unfortunately I don't have much clothes for ladies.... said Philippe as he stepped over and untied the brunette girl. The manacles he hung on a hook for use later and he eyed her petite form appraisingly. The pirate had accumulated a small collection of risque dresses, made of nice material and tailored well, but designed for whores to wear. They all featured low cut necklines, high cuts on their legs and usually mid-thigh hemlines. Many had large swaths of lacy and nearly transparent fabric in their midsection. More problematic, most were for women with a larger bosom and frame than the petite Emmeline. Here, in this chest are some dresses I've saved for my lady companions. Let's have you model one or two that look like they may fit. Come now, don't sulk, it's time to get dressed for our feast.