The Pirate
by SleeperyJim
Copyright© 2021 by SleeperyJim
Action/Adventure Sex Story: A 750-word flash story about a pirate who has come to claim his booty - no matter what
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Fiction Cream Pie Oral Sex .
I slammed the hilt of my sword against the door, forcing it open. The shouting and cheering from behind me poured into the room. I kicked it closed and jammed the cutlass against it. I wasn’t going to share this booty with those knaves.
She crouched in the corner of the cabin, her arms across her chest, one hand clutching the lace at her décolletage. Beneath the blue gown, her knees drew up protectively.
“Ye think ye could hide from Black Jack?”
“Don’t touch me!” she hissed. “My father will have you hung!”
“Many have tried, wench. All have failed. The sea protects her own!”
“Tell that to my poor, drowned crew!”
“A harsh mistress, she takes what she wants. As do I.”
She became more nervous as I drew closer.
“I have jewels. My father will pay my ransom,” she cried. “And more!”
Those last words were almost thrown my way as she suddenly darted forward on her knees, trying to scramble past me. Beneath her silks, I could see her buttocks’ flexing enticingly. I smiled.
“More is what I had in mind, pretty doxy,” I chuckled harshly.
My left hand flashed down and took hold of the gown at her neck, dragging her up onto her knees to face me – or at least part of me – a very interested part. I had worked long and hard for this conquest, searching for her. Now, the moment had arrived.
Her hair, as black as raven’s wings, was piled up on her head like a skein of unwound silk, long golden pins holding it in place. Her eyes were like the sea, ever-changing from a calm sunny blue to a deep warning grey. Her lips were the colour of blood splashed across the decks, and her cheeks the pale wine of the Portugee. Little wonder I had chased her across the world. She was a treasure, and I was going to enjoy every last golden pearl.
I shifted my hold to her hair, feeling the soft strands float beneath my palms, and she cried out as I held her still. I quickly unbuttoned my breeches and let my stiff pego charge forth to let her know her imminent future.
She stared at it. “No! You wouldn’t!”
A harsh chuckle was the only reply as I drew her closer.
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