“If you want my precious seed, you won’t have long to wait.” You pant, your balls churning as she rapidly brings you to the brink. She glances up at you and softly murmurs something in her strange tongue. You nod breathlessly, intuitively knowing she is asking you to come for her. You feel the tension in your balls building to a crescendo and throw back your head, letting out a deep groan. Itzel immediately pulls back, grasps your cock and aims the head at her chest just as your balls twitch, sending the first torrent of come racing up your length. It spurts powerfully from the tip, splattering onto the tops of her breasts. You grunt with each powerful eruption, your body jerking and straining against your bonds. Itzel giggles with delight, sweeping your gushing cock from one side to the other, coating her soft mounds with your seed. As she pumps the last of your come from you, she sits up and gazes down at her defiled chest. You both watch fascinated as your thick creamy white fluid slowly trickles down the soft swell of her chest. She reaches down and scoops your seed up with her fingers before raising them to her lips. Her tongue flicks out, tentatively tasting it before eagerly sucking her fingers clean. She collects the rest of your seed and frantically takes it into her mouth. Having transferred every last drop to her lips, she gulps it down, closing her eyes and smiling serenely. Her eyes flick open and she flashes you a smile before climbing down from the altar.
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As her hand lingers between her legs, you eagerly nod. Itzel smiles and lithely climbs up onto the altar, sitting astride you. She stoops, pressing her lips to yours and kissing you, her tongue flicking tentatively between your lips. You return the kiss, your cock twitching between her thighs. You strain at your bonds, wishing you could take her into your embrace and guide your cock inside her. She pulls back slightly, her hands on your chest and smiles down at you before pressing her pelvis down onto your lap. Your shaft presses tightly against her juicy slit. She bites her lower lip and begins to gently rock back and forth. A groan escapes your lips as her moist furrow glides up and down your length, the underside of your cock slick with her wetness. Desperate to slide into her depths, you squirm beneath her, but Itzel maintains her position, your shaft trapped between your bodies.
“You’re quite the tease aren’t you?” You grunt. While she doesn’t understand your words, she clearly comprehends your meaning and smiles, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Her long black hair hangs down over you, the strands brushing against your face. Her face is quite beautiful, albeit strangely exotic with the streaks of indigo paint and her head crowned with the feathered headdress. Your gaze travels down her body, the streaks of indigo and pale blue paint continuing from her shoulders and chest over the small mounds of her breasts. Your eyes linger on her swollen nipples, the dark brown areolas contrasting with the lighter brown of her skin. Noticing your gaze, she stretches forward and guides a breast to your lips. You eagerly crane your head forward and trap a nipple between your lips, sucking it into your mouth and flicking your tongue over the engorged bud. She moans with pleasure and cradles your head to her chest before guiding the other breast to your lips. You enthusiastically suck each while she continues to slide her body up and down against you, your cock throbbing with pleasure. She finally pulls away and straightens, lifting herself up off you slightly. Her sultry gaze is fixed on you as she reaches down between her legs and grasps your cock. She drags the head back through her sodden folds, guiding the tip to her opening and slowly lowering herself down on you. She gasps as she sinks down on you, your shaft disappearing inside her. You groan with pleasure as you slip into her tight humid depths. She mutters something in her strange tongue, her eyes closing and a broad smile spreading across her face.
“It feels good eh?” You grin, your cock buried up to the hilt inside her. She begins to gently rock back and forth, your shaft sliding in and out of her. You gaze up at the beautiful Mayan priestess and again you strain at your bonds, wishing you could reach up and slide your hands up her slender body and cup her small, pert breasts. Sharing your urge, she slides her own hands over her body, smearing the streaks of paint as she caresses her breasts. She bounces up and down on you, your cock thrusting deeply inside her again and again as she moans with pleasure. You can feel the tension building in your loins as she vigorously rides you, your own grunts joining her moans. As Itzel arches her back and throws back her head, you know she is on the brink of reaching an orgasm. You watch as her fingers dig into the soft flesh of her breasts, her lithe body tensing and her jaw clenching before gasping and panting in ecstasy. She jerks and shudders, writhing in a staccato dance of pleasure before slumping forward, her hot breath on your cheek, her body heaving against you as she catches her breath. After a moment, she pulls away, a broad smile on her face. She kisses you tenderly before raising a finger to her lips, sucking the tip and arching an eyebrow. The implication is clear.
Have her finish you with her mouth
Come inside her
You thrust up inside her. Itzel smiles, your intentions clear. She resumes grinding back and forth on you, her sodden pussy feeling divine around your shaft. She reaches down, her fingers clawing at your chest, her eyes burning with lust. As she gazes deeply into your eyes, she murmurs something in her strange tongue. While you don’t understand the words, you can tell she is imploring you to come inside her.
“You won’t have long to wait.” You tell her through gritted teeth, your balls aching for release. She smiles, perhaps intuitively guessing your meaning from the strained expression on your face and the perspiration on your brow. She continues to thrust up and down on you, the brightly coloured feathers in her headdress quivering wildly as she drives your hard cock in and out of her sodden hole. She reaches behind her and you feel her long fingernails scrape across the tight, sensitive skin of your balls. The extra stimulation sends you over the edge and you pull at your bonds, your back arching as you strain every sinew before roaring with release as your balls twitch. Your whole body shudders violently as the first powerful eruption gushes from the tip, your seed splashing deep inside her. A broad smile crosses her face as she sits regally atop you as you grunt with each powerful spurt. Her dark eyes are fixed on yours as she works her pussy muscles around your pulsing shaft, squeezing every last drop of your seed into her. Utterly sated, your body relaxes, slumping back against the cold stone surface of the altar. You take several deep, rasping breaths, exhausted from the intensity of your climax. Itzel smiles down at you and satisfied that she has drained your balls of your essence, climbs off you. Your cock slips from within her, slapping wetly back against your stomach. She chuckles sexily, gently massaging her pussy before climbing down from the altar.
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You eagerly nod and she chuckles, pulling off your aching shaft and kissing her way down your body. Her lips graze your chest and stomach and your aching cock twitches in anticipation. She parts her lips and takes you inside, enveloping the tip in the moist warmth of her mouth. Her lips begin to glide up and down your length and you groan with pleasure, again wishing your hands were free to guide her bobbing head. Her own hand slides down between your legs and begins to caress your balls.
“Damn, I’m not going to last much longer.” You gasp, luxuriating in the combined sensations of her talented lips and massaging fingers. Your groans of pleasure clearly bridge the language gap and she quickens her pace, her lips sliding rapidly up and down your length. You crane your head forward and her eyes flick up to meet your gaze. There is a mischievous glint as her hand slides back, her finger tracing the sensitive seam of skin behind your balls.
“Itzel…” You gasp, your eyes widening as she presses her fingertip against the tight knot of your arse. Your sphincter yields and her finger slips inside, massaging your prostate. You groan at the sensation before you feel your balls twitch as the combination of her mouth and probing finger send you over the edge. Your whole body tenses before you let out a deep grunt of pleasure as you erupt into her waiting mouth. Her lips seal tightly around your shaft and
her cheeks cave in as she sucks on your spurting cock, amplifying the blissful sensations radiating out from your groin. The orgasm is so intense, your back arches and your hips lift off the altar as you pour the contents of your balls into her mouth. As your climax finally subsides, your shattered body slumps back onto the altar and Itzel pulls her lips from your cock. She looks you in the eye before gratefully gulping down your seed and proceeding to lick your shaft clean. Satisfied she has collected every last drop, she pulls away and climbs from the altar, standing next to you.
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Seemingly content, Itzel stoops to collect her white robe and slips it back on. She stands before the altar and raises her hands in the air, chanting something at the watching masses gathered around the base of the ziggurat. They answer in unison with a chant of their own before they begin to file out of the vast chamber, leaving you alone with the beautiful priestess. She murmurs something to you in her strange tongue before leaning over you and kissing you tenderly. She reaches down for the discarded ceremonial blade and slashes the bindings fastening your wrists and ankles to the altar. You sit up, massaging your wrists and glance curiously up at her. She gestures to an opening on the far side of the chamber. You follow her gaze and see Tia standing there waiting for you. Itzel flashes you a smile and descends the ziggurat following her people. You watch the enigmatic young priestess disappear into a passageway before stooping to collect the torn remnants of your clothes. You pull them on before turning towards Tia. As you begin the climb down, you glance over your shoulder at the ornately carved altar and pause, noticing a square aperture at one end. It appears to be the same size as the key stone. The vault must be under the altar! You hurry down the steps of the ziggurat towards Tia who shifts nervously from side to side as she waits.
“You have more lives than a cat!” She chuckles as you reach her. “Though you look like shit.” She adds, taking in your ragged appearance.
“Never mind that.” You tell her excitedly. “I’ve found the vault! It’s beneath the altar. Tell me you have the key stone?”
“I have the key stone.” She replies guardedly. She pauses, her dark brown eyes gazing deeply into yours. “Listen Captain, I don’t think any of us expected the Mayans to still be here guarding their treasure. Fate has been kind and no one has been killed. The others are all back on board the Nemesis. We are on our own. If the Mayans catch us stealing from their vault, we’ll be put to death and it will likely be slow and painful!”
Leave the treasure and return empty handed to the Nemesis
Risk it and open the vault
“You’re right.” You sigh reluctantly. “You tend to need to be alive to enjoy fabulous riches. We’ll make our way back to the Nemesis. I guess we still have a cut of young Abigail’s ransom to keep the wolf from the door.”
“I’m sorry Captain.” Tia frowns.
“No matter.” You shrug, turning to leave. “The crew won’t like it, but they will understand.”
Back on board the Nemesis, the assembled crew silently and sullenly listen to your account of what has happened. There are dark mutterings as you explain why you left a fortune in treasure behind. Anne is a little more vocal.
“You fucking coward!” She tells you angrily. “I’m off this fucking ship. Jack Rackham knows how to do things. I’m joining his crew the minute we get back to Nassau.”
“If that’s how you feel, he’s welcome to you.” You snap back. Anne’s eyes blaze.
“Fuck your ship, fuck your crew and fuck you.” She snarls before storming off and disappearing below deck.
“She’ll come round.” Sykes tells you, slapping you on the back.
“Not this time I fear.” You reply.
“For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing.” He tells you. “A Captain with a slit throat would not be much use to us. Now let’s set sail back to Nassau. I’ll bet we could still get after that French merchant ship we spotted on the way here.” You brighten at the prospect and straighten, looking out over the azure waters of the Caribbean.
“Weigh anchor and bring us about.” You call out. “We’re not treasure hunters. We’re pirates! Now, let’s get back to doing what we do best!”
The men cheer their approval, the sails billowing in the wind as you leave the mysterious island in your wake.
THE END
“I’m a pirate!” You remind Tia. “Risking my life for riches and treasure is what I do. If you think I’m going to turn my back on perhaps the greatest haul any pirate has ever claimed, you have another thing coming!”
“Perhaps you’re right.” She replies, pulling the key stone out of a pack on her shoulder and handing it to you. “I’m just quite attached to having my head remain on my shoulders rather than having it bounce down the steps of this temple.”
“Where’s your spirit of adventure?” You reply, flashing her a grin before bounding back up the steps of the ziggurat. The first light of dawn is creeping through the wide opening in the top of the cavernous chamber, bathing the altar in a golden glow. You drop to your knees next to it and guide the key stone into the aperture. You hear a click as it locks in place followed by a low rumble. Your eyes widen as the altar slides slowly across, revealing a stone staircase spiralling deep into the heart of the ziggurat.
“There it is!” Tia whispers, joining you as you gaze into the dark vault. She pulls a torch from her pack and lights it before passing it to you. “After you.” She smiles sweetly.
“So kind.” You reply dryly before climbing down the winding staircase, the dawn light quickly lost to you as you descend into the darkness.
Your footsteps echo on the stone steps and the staircase seems without end until you are sure you have travelled down far beyond the base of the ziggurat. Finally, you reach the bottom, the staircase opening out into a wide stone passageway. You sweep the torch about, the flickering light illuminating ornately carved reliefs and hieroglyphics on the walls.
“This seems to be a sacred place.” Tia murmurs awestruck.
“Just the place to store a vast haul of treasure.” You reply, flashing her a smile. You press on, cautiously continuing along the passageway.
“Wait, what’s that?” Tia gasps. “Something crunched under my foot.” You waft the torch at her feet, the flames illuminating the white rictus grin of a skeleton, the rusted remains of a morion helmet and chest plate amongst the bones. Tia recoils in horror, a snapped rib springing away from under her foot. You kneel, studying the helmet and breastplate.
“Spanish.” You comment. “Looks like they did find the Mayans after all. Guess that explains where the map came from.”
“Looks like our bony friend here is the reason they never came back with the treasure.” Tia adds. You straighten, glancing into the gloom ahead. The next section of the stone passageway seems to be constructed differently, with a pattern of hexagonal stones set into the floor.
Send Tia ahead
Lead the way but step cautiously
“Ladies first.” You tell Tia, gesturing forward.
“What?” She replies, her eyes widening.
“You heard.” You reply. “We’re equal partners in this remember? I was the one just tied to a sacrificial altar. Now it’s your turn to take some risks.”
“How chivalrous, you son of a bitch.” She replies, glaring at you in the dull flicker of the torch.
“Pirate.” You shrug nonchalantly. She shakes her head in disbelief and steps forward. You follow in her footsteps, half a dozen steps down the passageway. As she takes another step, you hear one of the stones move underfoot. She lets out a scream of fright followed by a cry of agony, dropping face down onto the stone floor. You stoop with the torch, Tia’s body lying motionless in a steadily expanding pool of blood. Several arrows have pierced her body, one right through her neck.
“Better you than me.” You mutter grimly before moving forward and testing each stone before putting your full weight on it.
Eventually, you reach the end
of the passageway, standing on the threshold of a vast though darkened chamber. You can see a narrow beam of sunlight shining in through an aperture in the ceiling and hitting what seems to be a bronze shield next to you. You shine the torch onto the shield and realise it is the rear of a circular mirror and is set into a frame with a swivel mechanism. You spin it and the beam of light reflects off the silvery face hitting a series of other mirrors positioned all over the chamber. You squint, shielding your eyes from the glare for a moment. As your eyes adapt, you lower your hand and gaze about you in wonder. The chamber is hexagonally shaped with ornately carved stone walls. The whole of the floor is covered in chests bursting with gold and jewels. Golden plates and chalices and all manner of valuables glint and dazzle you in the reflected sunlight. There is so much, you wonder if you could even fit it all in your hold. You find your eye drawn to a central plinth, the cylindrical stone elaborately carved in hieroglyphics. Atop the plinth sits the biggest diamond you have ever heard about, let alone seen. The multifaceted gem is nearly the size of your fist and looks crystal clear. You step towards it as if in a trance. The diamond alone would probably be worth the rest of the treasure combined. You eagerly snatch it off the plinth and slip it into your pocket. A rumbling behind you makes you glance over your shoulder, your eyes widening as you watch a thick stone slab sliding down over the entrance to the chamber. You dash across the room, stumbling over the collection of treasure, arriving just as the slab crunches into the floor with an echoing boom, sealing you in. You curse and kick the slab, but to no avail.
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