Captured By The Beast I

by Daniella Wright

  “Ha. I win.” Lucky grins, winking at the spent Chester who simply offers him a thumbs up in turn. Then, it seems all bets are off, and Lucky wraps his arms around me, pulling me on top of him as he sits back. He reaches up to grope at my breasts as I bounce up and down on top of him, feeling myself growing close to the edge again. I’m uncertain how much more I can take, but when he hits just the right angle and presses against a particularly sensitive spot, I can’t hold in my scream. I clench around him, and he groans gutturally, spilling his seed deep within me. I gasp for breath, sagging against Lucky. He wraps his arms around me, and Chester crawls over to us, offering me a weary yet wicked look.

  “One more, Lucky duck?” He inquires softly. Lucky tilts his head, pulling his length free from my womanhood. His essence spills from me, and the last thing I’m expecting is Chester to lower his head to my mound. Lucky’s eyes widen as well, and before either of us can stop him, Chester is lavishing my aching peak with attention. I squeal, feeling all too sensitive to the assault. The sensations are almost painful in the severity of their pleasure, and I wrap my arms around Lucky’s neck as tears prick at my eyes. Lucky kisses my neck, and surprisingly, that’s all it takes to throw me off the edge a third and final time. I scream until I’m certain my voice will be hoarse the next day, and I can only hope my father didn’t hear me. I collapse back against Lucky, who seems unable to support my weight for the time being. He flops bonelessly beneath me, laughing in spite of the pain he’s obviously in from his wounds. I roll off of him, laying spread eagle on the barn floor. Chester examines the mingling fluids on his fingers before taking a tentative lick. Lucky makes a face before curling up beside me. This time, it seems all three of us are spent. Truly, entirely spent. Chester crawls over to us, examining the blood that has seeped through Lucky’s gauze. He frets over it for a moment, muttering about having to redress the wound, but Lucky merely rolls his eyes, pulling Chester down to lay on the other side of me. The three of us remain on our backs for a long moment, simply too tired to move. Slowly, however, as we regain the ability to move our limbs, we begin to edge close to each other once more.

  “That was…” Lucky begins, cut short by Chester.

  “Wow.” Chester blurts, curling up against my side. My body is tired, sore, aching, but I’ve never felt so fulfilled in my life. I knew sex Chester was good, and I knew sex with Lucky was good. But together? I never could have anticipated how world shattering it would be. I wrap my arms around Chester, who in turn wraps his arms around me and resumes resting his hand on Lucky’s hip. Lucky is firmly tucked against the back of me, and as I am shorter than both of them, they’re able to face each other head on.

  “You licked my stuff, man.” Lucky drawls, sounding vaguely disgusted.

  "Like you ain't ever licked it yourself." Chester retorts. The two bicker for a moment, and I wonder if I'll get any sleep with the two of them curled around me like this. "I get dibs on morning sex," Chester whispers naughtily. Lucky rumbles a disbelieving laugh, and I roll my eyes, allowing myself to relax entirely between the two men. As I feel myself drifting to sleep, I listen to the men I love murmur amongst themselves.

  “I guess I’ll have to find a pocketknife…” Lucky murmurs absently. Chester hums in curiosity, pressing a kiss to the side of my face as I exhale a warm chuckle.

  “A pocketknife?” He inquires uncertainly. Lucky tightens his grip on me, and our communication is silent but meaningful. I’m overcome with appreciation for both men, but more than anything, I’m happy that we can share all of our special places together. As a group. As one.

  "Yeah, a pocketknife," Lucky says simply, falling silent shortly after. His breathing evens out beside me, and I feel my own breathing evening out as a result. Though Chester has no idea what Lucky is talking about, I'm sure I have more than a faint idea. As far as Chester… well, he'll find out once we go back to that old tree tomorrow morning. I think there should be just enough room for another set of initials in that carved wooden heart.

  Captive

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  An Erotic Pirate Fantasy Romance

  I was Slade of the Seven Seas. I had been to every corner of the world, in search of treasure, but in the end, there was only one jewel I ever really wanted: Nixie. Some pirates roamed the Earth, looking for gold, but I roamed the Earth looking for her. But after two hundred years of searching, I started to have my doubts.

  In my hunt, I wound up in modern day London, selling jewelry out of a little shop people barely stepped into. With online shopping, why would anyone bother anyway? But, to my surprise, my failing jewelry busy would lead me right to the hope diamond I had been looking for all along.

  Her name was still Nixie but now she believed she was the daughter of two scuba divers. She had no idea what magic she held as a water nymph. Worst of all, she no longer remembered me! But I was determined to make her remember, or I wouldn’t be Slade, King of the Pirates. I just had to. Life wasn’t worth living without her. But with the will of the Gods against us, would I ever get her back into my arms again? Or would I drown in the depths of the ocean, a victim of vengeance?

  * * *

  Chapter 1

  The sun was at its highest point in the clear blue sky. Down below, the Caribbean Sea dazzled brilliantly as if a million dancing stars twinkled across its surface. The wind was tame, lapping at the water ever so gently, creating minuscule waves that lulled the hull of the large pirate ship now cutting through the water.

  The vessel was just like any other, with its various cannons, and woodwork finish. Unlike most, however, the sails on this ship were completely black, looking like an ominous sign in the otherwise perfect day. They lay limp now, occasionally billowing before becoming flaccid once more.

  “Roll up the sails, men. The wind isn’t on our side today!” I yelled out, standing near the wheel of the ship, calling out at my crew. Immediately, the dirt-covered men obeyed my orders, climbing masts and swinging on ropes until the sails were neatly rolled against the masts. I grinned to myself, seeing how efficient my crew really was.

  Finally, I looked away, glancing at the horizon, seeing sea and sky blend together. I narrowed my eyes, looking for something.

  “Captain Slade!”

  I turned around, addressing my first mate. “What is it, lad?”

  “Do you want to drop anchor?” He asked, fixing the red sash he had tied around his waist. His fingers were knotted and full of grime, but after all, those were some hard working hands. Part of his pinky was missing, but he no longer seemed to notice as he continued to fiddle with his sash, ignoring me for a moment.

  “No need. We’re sailing above the Coral Reefs. Do you know what that is?”

  The first mate looked upwards, giving me a quizzical look. “No, sir.”

  “Red Coral is the rarest of all corals. It’s rumored that little sea nymphs guard this place and if anyone dares to harm their precious reef, they board the ship and gut the crew like fish while they sleep!” I leaned in close, letting my voice drop as I recounted the spooky tale. The first mate gulped.

  “That be just a tale!” He exclaimed, trying to convince himself that I was simply trying to scare him.

  “Maybe…” I ran his fingers over my chin, feeling the pinpricks of my facial hair. “Maybe…” I repeated, dropping my arm. “But I’ve been here once before… and I can tell you, those creatures are very real.” I grinned at my first mate’s expression, patting him on the shoulder. “But don’t sweat it, lad. As long as you’re with me, no harm will befall you!” I gave a hearty chuckle, shoving him off.

  I turned around, placing my hand back on the wheel, guiding the ship toward a small formation of rocks. It was currently low tide so most of them were on display, looking like a statue crafted by the hand of nature.

  When the ship was close enough, the wind died down completely. The boat would no longer move on its own accord. Satisfied, I stepped away from the wheel and grabbed one of the ropes tied to the main staf
f. I yanked on it, testing its strength before I let out a loud shout, swinging off the boat and onto the rocks. I landed gracefully, a proud expression on my face.

  “Sir! What are you doing out there?”

  “Don’t mind me! I plan to wait for the nymph who saved me from drowning many years in the past. Wait for the wind to pick up again and guide the vessel around that bend yonder. I’ll be back by the end of the night!”

  ***

  Hours passed and I found myself sitting idly on the rocks. I sighed, thinking of the beautiful nymphs called Oceanids. They were tiny creatures, with petite frames and delicate features. I smiled, thinking of the time I had been a naïve first mate. I had fallen overboard, with no knowledge of how to swim and quickly found myself drowning. The rest of the crew ignored me, thinking it was funny to see me struggle. In the end, just when I thought I would find myself in Davey Jones’ locker, a beautiful, woman-like creature swam up to me, kissing my lips and filling my lungs with air. It had been one of the best moments of my life and something I could never forget.

  I had come to learn that she presided over the Caribbean Sea so I never hesitated to pay her a visit if I was in the area. Today, however, it didn’t seem like she would appear. Around me, the water was already beginning to rise. The wind had picked up, lapping at the rocks, threatening to pull me into the watery depths. Even now, I didn’t quite know how to swim. I would never make it back to the ship alive.

  Finally, just as I was starting to get desperate, something broke the water’s surface. Strands of silver hair sparkled in the moonlight, getting closer and closer. Eventually, a face emerged. I smiled, instantly recognizing her. She was just as gorgeous as ever with her ocean blue eyes, button nose, and coral-colored cheeks. “Nixie!” I called out, waving my arms in her direction.

  Her pink lips transformed into a radiant smile. I felt like my knees would buckle at any moment. My heart started to hammer in my chest. It was always like this whenever I laid eyes on the beautiful nymph. “Slade.” She whispered, her voice whimsical, casting soft lyrics in my direction. “Forever my bane.”

  “Whatever do you mean?” I inquired, a grin on my lips as I looked down at the near-naked female. All she had to cover herself up were a few shells and pieces of coral. It was impossible to take my eyes off her.

  “You know I’m forbidden to talk to humans, and yet, I always find myself coming back to you.” She giggled, the sound harmonious and perfect. “I’ve already saved you once, and by the looks of it, I might have to do it again. Father will be furious.”

  “He doesn’t need to know.” I let out a hearty chuckle, winking in her direction.

  “Oh, but when the heart yearns, it’s hard to keep secrets.” She said with a mysterious look in her eyes.

  Chapter 2

  I stared at her a moment, trying to interpret what she could mean with such a statement. She giggled once again, breaking the silence that had settled between us. “What brings you to my domain, anyway?” She asked.

  “I came to strike a bargain with you.” I sat down, taking off my boots and rolling up my pants, letting my legs dip into the warm water. Nixie positioned herself between my legs, her hands on the rocks, dangerously close to my thighs. She gave me an innocent expression as if such a position wasn’t immediately scandalous.

  “And what would that be?” She batted her eyelashes, small pieces of coral decorating their tips, making them look even longer than they actually were.

  “I believe it would be beneficial to both our races if we struck an alliance between the Pirates and the Oceanids.” I paused, gauging her expression. When she didn’t comment, I continued. “The Inland people are starting to disrespect us Pirates, calling us vermin. They don’t trust us and think that we use dirty tactics. Now, I’ll admit we occasionally bend the rules, but we aren’t crooks.” I balled my hands into fists on my thighs. “If we formed an alliance, the Pirates could protect the reefs.”

  Nixie seemed to contemplate this for a moment before she laid her head on my thigh. Her long, silver hair glittered in the bright moonlight. Her eyes gazed into the distance as if she were in deep thought. Then she let out a long sigh. “I wish I could help you… but alas, it’s my nine hundred and ninety-ninth year and when I turn a thousand, I’m destined to marry Poseidon, God of the Sea. I don’t have the authority you need. Only after my marriage would I be able to aid your cause, but I fear that by then, it’ll be much too late.” She looked up at me, her eyes full of longing. In that moment, I was possessed with a need to kiss her sweet lips, but I refrained. Instead, I laid a hand on her wet hair, gently smoothing it against her skull.

  “You don’t want to marry him, do you?” I asked in a whisper.

  She sighed again. “Poseidon may be a God, but he doesn’t have my heart.” She said, looking up into my eyes. I felt my own heart skip a beat at her words. Could she mean…?

  “Nixie, isn’t there some way you could postpone the marriage? Call it off. Anything.” I paused, cupping her cheeks in my hands, pulling her closer. “What if… what if I marry you?” I spat it out before I could regret saying it. My dark eyes burned with hope.

  Her expression darkened and she looked away, swimming out a bit. “Alas, the only way I would even have a chance of convincing my father to let me marry you, would be if you had a royal title…” She let her words drop between us.

  I frowned, knowing I was nothing more than a lowly human. “What if I was the Pirate King?” I said suddenly, getting up in my excitement.

  “How would you manage that?” She asked, cocking her head to the side, her hair framing her delicate face.

  “I’ll defeat King Atlas and take his place!”

  Nixie gasped. “But King Atlas is a vile man! He has been at war with us Oceanids for years. You cannot, must not, fight him!” She pleaded with me, grabbing hold of my ankles, imploring me to reconsider.

  I shook my head, firm in my conviction. “I’d fight Hades if it meant being with you…” I squatted, placing my hand under her chin, lifting her face up to me. Our eyes locked together and I smiled at her. “I’ll stop at nothing to make sure that your people are safe and more importantly… that you’re happy.” I whispered, my eyes shining with excitement.

  She looked at me, her piercing blue eyes gazing into my soul. I shivered, once again feeling the urge to take her into my arms and kiss her. “Alright.” She finally agreed. “If you’re adamant about this suicidal mission, then I’ll aid you in any way possible.”

  “Could you start by bringing me back to my ship?” I asked, blushing slightly at the fact that I didn’t know how to swim and was therefore marooned on the rocks.

  She chuckled, an amused look on her face. “You’ll never learn, will you?”

  ***

  It took several weeks to find the notorious King Atlas. His fleet was large, consisting of at least twenty Barques and Galleons of the highest quality. I didn’t let this deter me, however. I knew Nixie was counting on me and I couldn’t let her down. With this in mind, I sailed into enemy territory, aligning my ship with Atlas’.

  We made eye contact, both of us standing at attention at the prow of our ships. “Permission to come aboard?” I shouted out to him.

  The man, with his greasy red hair and unkempt beard, grinned at me, showing off a lack of teeth. He raised his hooked hand and suddenly pointed it straight at me. Seconds later, cannons were fired, volleys being cast in our direction. Hooks were dug into my ship, tethering it against his. I ground my teeth, growling. “So that’s how you want to play, is it?”

  I looked back at my crew. They had already started preparing for battle, loading up the cannons and buckling jewel-hilted swords. If old Atlas wanted a fight, he was about to get one.

  Chapter 3

  The sound of the battle was deafening. Men boarded ships and people were shot in midair. Groans of pain echoed between cannon fire. Yet, despite the chaos surrounding me, all I could think about was Atlas. If I killed him, I assured my pla
ce as King of the Pirates. The thought of being with Nixie urged me on.

  With my sword in hand, I stepped back, getting some distance before rushing forward, leaping over to Atlas’ ship. He looked surprised as I landed perfectly on my feet, crouching down like a cat about to pounce. Without hesitation, I swung my sword in his direction, getting it caught in his ship’s wheel. He chuckled, taking a swing at me, but I quickly dodged out of the way and tried to sweep his feet, hoping to get him off guard.

  Even though Atlas was much older than me, he wasn’t to be underestimated. He had seen many a battle in his day. After all, he was the Pirate King for a good reason. “Give it up, boy.” He said with the heavy voice of drunkenness. His breath stank of rotten fish. As he tried to drive his saber through me, I rolled out of the way, getting up as quickly as I could, holding onto the railing of the ship.