Pirated Love

by K'Anne Meinel

  “No, I do not mind,” the blonde told her honestly.

  “Then will you put it on me?” Tina asked, handing her the box. Her own hands had been free of gloves because she had needed to be able to draw the hidden sword easily and gloves could have hindered her speed.

  Claire removed the solid gold band from the box and, pulling Tina’s hand towards her, she pushed the ring solemnly onto her ring finger. It was a little large too as it was made for a man’s hand, but Tina was thrilled to see it there. “I, Claire Von Hagen, take thee Bettina Carmichaels, to be my lawfully wedded wife. This ring is a symbol of that love,” she paraphrased the wedding ceremony and then she blushed, at confessing her love, even unintentionally.

  Entering into the spirit of it, Tina began, “I, Bettina Carmichaels, take thee to be my lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, ‘til death do us part. This ring,” her fingers touched her mother’s ring on Claire’s hand momentarily, “is a symbol of that love.” She smiled at their silly rewording of the vows they should have taken before the priest, but neither set of vows meant any less to them at that moment as Tina leaned down to kiss Claire. Having been parted for weeks, they were both eager to consummate their marriage.

  “Oh, God, Tina, I have missed you so,” Claire gasped against her lips, determined to kiss her, and hard!

  “Only as much as I have missed you,” Tina mouthed back as she kissed her deeply.

  “But you were so mean!” She wondered about that, and had thought perhaps the hatred she had felt had been because Tina did not want her after all. She had played those last hours over and over in her head and had come to that conclusion.

  “I did not want to feel, to hurt. I did not want to lose you!” the redhead told her earnestly, begging for forgiveness with her eyes.

  “I did not want to leave,” Claire told her desperately as she held her close and tried to begin to undress her.

  “Wait,” Tina told her, and finding the ties and buttons that held her skirt together and up, she quickly stepped out of it, then turning her back, had Claire unbutton her dress.

  “Who helped you into this?” Claire asked her, wondering at the outfit.

  “Frank,” Tina said, grudgingly.

  Claire could feel the laughter bubble up at the thought of the gruff old man being a lady’s maid.

  “Help me out of this,” she ordered, indicating the elaborate wedding gown her dressmaker had insisted on. Her father did not know anything about fashion, but as he was footing the bill, he had insisted she listen to the woman.

  “How in the world do you breathe in this?” Tina asked, as she tried to figure out the elaborate ties and buttons that held the wedding dress together in layers.

  “I do not,” she confessed, and she sighed gustily once the blouse and the matching corset of the dress were loosened.

  “It is no wonder women faint wearing these things.”

  They were both having trouble getting the wedding dress off and Tina offered to cut her out of it. For emphasis, she reached down into her knee-high black boots, the ones that had been worn under her gown, and pulled out her dagger. Claire laughed at finding out her fine feathered wife had brought a knife along to her own wedding! “Do not do that, I want to keep it for our daughter someday,” she told her as she figured out how to remove one more item of the dress.

  Tina looked at her strangely for a moment and then shrugged before going back to helping her, leaving the wicked-looking dagger on the table.

  They were soon standing there in their shifts, and this too amused Claire as she had never seen Tina in such a garment. No one could doubt she was a woman as the formfitting garment molded her womanly curves. Claire found it very arousing. She could not help but lean up for a kiss, which Tina easily gave in to.

  “I have missed you,” she said meaningfully, and Tina grinned.

  Leading her to their bed, she stopped at the sight of the box lying in the middle of it. She glanced down at Claire to see if she noticed it.

  “What is that?” Claire asked, reaching for it. Tina stayed her hand as she sat down on the edge and took the box from her.

  “It is a wedding present from the crew,” she told her, seriously.

  “Oh, a wedding present!” she said excitedly, and then realized all the fine presents she would have received were back at her father’s mansion. She sighed. It was all in the past. Her future was with this woman. She had truly burned her bridges behind her by marrying her so publically. Legal or not, the spectacle had been observed by enough people that her father would never live down the gossip.

  “What is it?” she asked, as Tina continued to stare at the box in her hands.

  “A phallus,” she told her, and looked to see if she understood.

  “What is that?” she asked, clearly not understanding.

  Tina licked her lips, trying to think of how to explain. She knew Claire was not as worldly as she and she wondered how she would react to the crew’s present. She had recognized the box, but it did not mean she had to use it. Taking a deep breath, she began, “It is something that eunuchs use sometimes.”

  “What is a eunuch?” Claire interrupted to ask. She was trying to understand, but could see something was making Tina uncomfortable.

  Tina nearly rolled her eyes, she had not wanted to explain that either. Sighing deeply, she began again. “A eunuch is a man that has been rendered man-less by removing his man parts.”

  Claire was trying to pay attention, but she was distracted by Tina’s form-fitting shift and now the subject of the present in her hand. She could not understand why this discussion was including man-less men. “They remove their...?” she repeated the last part of what Tina had just said.

  “Aye, when they are young, they render them so they cannot reproduce. Some do not survive, but some only have the sacks removed,” Tina was blushing at this indelicate conversation.

  Visualizing sacks that flour came in, Claire was confused. Having only seen glimpses of male anatomy, she had no idea what Tina was speaking of.

  Tina continued, blushing her way through it. “Well, eunuchs and certain women use this present.”

  Claire sat up straighter, feeling a little less confused as to why they had been speaking about male parts. She wanted to see what the present was.

  “It is for...penetration,” she continued to explain, and with that she opened the box for Claire to see what was inside. Nestled within the box was a phallic-shaped dildo made out of fine skin and looking remarkably like a man’s erect penis.

  “Is that...?” Claire gasped as she realized what it was. Nestled next to the large thing was a set of leather straps.

  “It is called a phallus or a dildo,” Tina blushed harder as she continued her explanation. “It is so that a female couple can fully penetrate or for a eunuch who cannot perform as a normal man.”

  “So we are supposed to use...” her finger pointed at the contraption, “to perform...” she blushed as she realized what it was really for.

  Tina shook her head. “No, only if you wish to. We can continue as we have, but some women like a bit of variety and like to use these.”

  “So you just stick that inside and...” she could not continue, it was too much for her to understand, and embarrassing besides.

  “Or you can ride it,” that part of the idea really appealed to Tina. It would leave her hands free to roam on Claire’s body.

  “How does it go on?” she was suddenly curious. She had not missed the slight tone of interest in Tina’s voice; she was that in tune with her.

  “It wraps around the waist with these,” she said, showing her the straps. “It sticks out here, and you usually lubricate it to make it fit easier.”

  “What is it made out of?”

  “Sewn leather, but see here, there is a seam and it is wrapped over carved wood,” she said, showing her, as they looked at it closer.

  “And you want to use that on me?” she asked.

  “O
nly if you want to,” she assured her.

  “You are saying I might want to?” she asked, remembering many of the other times they had made love. She had wondered if having a man would be different. She now wondered, with such an item, if she would need a man for such an endeavor. She could find out and appease her curiosity without having a man actually touch her.

  “Sometimes a little variety can be fun,” Tina repeated what she had said earlier.

  “Are you getting bored with me already?” Claire teased in return. It was, after all, their wedding night.

  “Not at all,” she laughed at her woman’s teasing, pleased that they could talk about something so uncomfortable and still laugh together.

  “Have you ever used one before?” she thought to ask next.

  Reluctant to talk about her past lovers, Tina nodded once.

  “Have you used it or had it used on you?” she clarified.

  “Both, so I could learn,” she confessed, feeling uncomfortable once again.

  “Did you like using it or having it used on you?” she now asked

  “Both,” Tina blushingly admitted. “Love play could be complicated.”

  “And the men thought we’d like this as a gift?”

  “Aye. They do not all necessarily understand what is between us, but this is expensive and hard to find, so their gift is really quite thoughtful,” she explained.

  Claire thought over everything Tina had just told her and nodded. “I would like to try it,” she offered.

  “Um, there may be a problem,” Tina felt obliged to tell her.

  “Problem?”

  “You have your innocence. This will remove that,” she began.

  Claire was immediately taken back to the doctor’s assistant holding her down as he penetrated her with his finger to ascertain her innocence. Thinking rapidly, and trying to put that incident out of her mind, she asked, “But you will be the one I am giving it to, will you not?”

  Tina’s green eyes flicked between Claire’s innocent blue ones, back and forth, to see if she realized what she was offering and, seeing the genuine look in them, she smiled and nodded.

  “Then let us not worry about that for now and continue on with our wedding night,” she said, huskily with emotion.

  Tina smiled radiantly as she put the box aside for now and gathered Claire into her arms. The feel of her against her shift-clad body was almost as good as being naked against her.

  Slowly, Tina began to peel the shift off of Claire’s body. The memory of them being together was not nearly as good as the reality. As each piece of white flesh was revealed, she kissed it, licked it, and murmured appreciatively against it.

  “I want to feel you too,” Claire protested as Tina began to lay her back on the bed. She reached for the ties that held Tina’s shift to her body. Slowly, the naked body of the captain was revealed in all its lush form, no bindings hiding it. Claire could not believe how eager she was to feel that skin against her.

  Tina loved the feel of skin on skin. Claire felt warm against her own fevered skin, Tina had felt hot in the gown she had worn, but knew it was because she was so aroused by this woman. She ground her body against Claire’s as she captured her lips and began to plunder inside with her tongue. Delighted that Claire fenced with her tongue, she sucked eagerly on its supple length. Pulling it into her own, and then trading with the blonde as her own tongue was sucked into Claire’s, she could feel, sense, and smell their mutual arousal as they played.

  Her hands were wandering over Claire’s body, memorizing it once again after all their time apart. She could not touch or feel it enough. She used the length of her body, lightly rubbing and then a little harder in grinding against her to arouse them both.

  Claire loved the feel of Tina’s body on her own, the warmth of it, the weight of it; she’d missed her so in the time they were apart. She hungered for the feelings that Tina engendered inside of her, not having experienced them with anyone else...ever. She could not communicate enough how much she wanted the redhead and she wrapped her legs eagerly around the taller woman.

  Tina loved that Claire’s body was telling her without words that she wanted her. She aroused her to the edge repeatedly, her fingers playing a dangerous game, until Claire began to beg. Sitting up suddenly, she could see that Claire was confused. She reached for the phallus and quickly strapped it around her waist.

  Claire lay there panting, unsure of what she was doing wrong. She let Tina know she was ready, she wanted what the tall redhead could do to her. Tina took her to the edge, once, twice, and nearly a third time and Claire begged to be let over the edge. Her body was throbbing with desire and she could not understand why Tina held off from letting her achieve that feeling she craved so. She was startled when Tina suddenly stopped and sat up. Seeing her reach for the phallus and begin to strap it on, she wondered if she would be able to handle it. It looked...ominous and much bigger than the ones she had seen...erect or otherwise. She tried not to think about the one she had seen erect, as the pirate had been intent on raping her, and she did not want that memory intruding on her at this moment. She watched, fascinated, as Tina strapped it to her hips, the leather straps looked complicated and the phallus sticking out looked obscene, but Claire was soon distracted when Tina leaned down and began kissing her again.

  Tina knew that Claire might not like the idea of the phallus, but she enjoyed using one on her partners. As someone who had not experienced one before, she wanted it to be a pleasant experience for her wife. Her wife! What a concept, something she had never thought could happen, and yet, now it made perfect sense. She wanted her wife to enjoy their sexual relations and this was just part of the whole experience that she wanted to share with her. Slowly, she aroused her again, not difficult after what she had done to her before, leaving her hanging, deliberately arousing her to the point that she was anxious, even eager to proceed. She quickly caressed and kissed and nibbled her to that state again.

  Claire totally forgot what was strapped to her lover’s hips as she enjoyed the feelings that Tina engendered in her once again; she remembered the feelings building and her body responded quickly. She did not realize that Tina had maneuvered herself between her legs, rubbing the phallus up and down the slick folds. She only knew how good it felt and hoped that Tina would make her fly once again, something she had been craving since their separation. She wondered when Tina stopped, even for a moment before the pressure began to creep inside of her. She watched Tina’s face as she gently inserted it inside of her.

  Tina was afraid to hurt Claire, but she also wanted her to enjoy every aspect of their lovemaking. Gently she wetted the phallus, using Claire’s own juices all over the leather. She hoped it would not be too big for her lover. Gently she began to insert it.

  The pressure was much more than the fingers Tina had used in the past; Claire felt very...full. When it got a bit uncomfortable, she began to squirm away and Tina pulled back slightly before thrusting forward once again, this time a little farther. Tina actually missed the sensation when it was pulled back and welcomed it when it came again. Tina kept up this little back and forth until Claire began to squirm again, this time in the need for release. Tina watched her carefully, using her body to hold her in place as she leaned forward, kissed her deeply and thrust beyond the membrane holding her innocence intact.

  Claire had welcomed the feel of Tina’s body on her once again, the warmth, the feel of Tina’s breasts against her, her mouth on hers. She wrapped her hands around Tina to encourage her and then arched, trying to pull away, as pain seared through her body with Tina’s deep thrust. Her fingers turned into claws and she scratched down Tina’s back as she tried unsuccessfully to get away.

  Tina stopped immediately upon tearing through the membrane, waiting for Claire’s reaction, waiting for Claire’s body to adjust to the invasion. The nails down her back caused her to arch against her lover, but she held her tight, capturing Claire’s cry at the pain and loss of innocence in her mo
uth.

  The pain, while unexpected, did not last long and Claire began to squirm a little. She sheathed her claws, pulling her fingers back to rub where she had previously scratched. When she began to squirm, Tina began to move slightly, little back and forth movements that Claire began to enjoy. The pain had dissipated and was soon completely forgotten as she enjoyed the feel of Tina’s body thrusting against her. Her legs wrapped around her lover again as she unconsciously encouraged her to go deeper.

  Tina was relieved when she felt Claire relax, remove her nails, and then start to squirm. The little thrusts soon turned into longer ones as she continued to make love to her wife. When Claire again wrapped her legs around Tina’s body, she thrust a little harder and a little deeper, recognizing the signs as Claire began to pant. She released her mouth to hear her cries of joy as her body began to shudder in a different way than ever before.

  Claire could not believe the difference in the sensation she was feeling. What she did not know was that she was experiencing a vaginal climax and while she had had minor ones in the past from Tina’s fingers, most had been clitoral. The combination of Tina’s expertise and love for her made it an experience she would never forget. It was not until Tina had wrung out every bit from her welcoming body and stopped, that she lay there...exhausted from the emotions and physical sensations of the day.

  Tina smiled down at her wife. Her own orgasm had been lost in the wonder that had been her wife’s. Claire had not been aware of Tina’s own excitement as she thrust into her wife and gave her an experience she would long remember. She slowly pulled out of Claire’s body, hearing a tell-tale sound as it slurped out from the wetness therein. She quickly untied the straps from her hips so she could drop the phallus beside them on the bed and cuddled up with her wife.

  “Oh, my goodness,” Claire said sleepily, not knowing how to thank Tina for the experience and not so sure she should.

  Tina smiled again into Claire’s neck, pleased with herself and how it had gone. She knew her wife could handle this enjoyment of hers and perhaps learn more of it, possibly return the favor. “Are you all right?” she asked, the familiar phrase between the two of them.