by Pamela Prim
“Look alive, young fool.” A familiar deep voice roared above her.
She looked up to catch a glimpse of First Mate Hinds swinging himself up on a rope, bloody sword in hand. He had saved her yet again. Nausea overcame her and her knees began to knock against one another. She had to get below decks and back onto the wine cellar. Bran was right; this was no place for the likes of her. All around her the sound of swords clashing, cannons and pistols booming and the screams of men dying and wounded filled her beating heart with dread.
Bella turned swiftly, the motion making her lose her footing. A large hand grabbed her by the shirt collar and effortlessly lifted her up. She felt a deep chill run down her spine as the most menacing pair of eyes she had ever seen glared into hers. Her hat had fallen off, revealing her cascading raven black hair. Her green eyes were moist with tears and she bit her full red lip. The soot on her face did nothing to hide her beauty from this beast.
“What’s a fine thing like you doing in a place like this?” The man growled, spitting into her face.
She couldn’t suppress a whimper. He drew her closer, taking a whiff of her hair.
“Aye, tremble, wench.” The huge man said in a low rumble. “They all do in the presence of Captain Brushbeard, the king of pirates.”
“And did Brushbeard gain his notoriety beating up defenseless scrubbing boys, old man?” Hinds dropped down suddenly before them, waving his sword in the air.
“This is no boy, fool.” The pirate captain snarled softly. “And like this ship, she is mine.”
“You have no claim on this ship and on any of its men.” Hinds circled the brooding pirate. “Not even on any of our pretty little scrubbing boys.”
“Away with you, sailor.” Brushbeard waved his massive arm disdainfully, “Your ship is as good as taken.”
“As is yours, fool.” Hinds snarled, pointing at the pirate ship as its sails went up in flames.
“What?” The pirate captain roared. “Not my Opal.”
“And now it’s your turn.” The First Mate drew out his dagger and ran the keen edge against his own sword, making sparks fly.
Bella felt her heart beating faster than it had ever before. The pounding in her temples made it hard to focus on the two huge men fighting before her. She couldn’t discern one from the other in the chaos all around. Her knees and elbows trembled and she picked up a fallen pistol, but she dared not to use it, lest she hit the wrong man.
The loud clangor of their swords rose above the din all around. Both men were almost equal, but Hinds had youth on his side. The pirate captain was wheezing heavily and his movements were getting more sluggish. Bella pressed herself against the wall; no one else was there in that part of the deck. The fighting was going on closer to the leeward side where the pirate ship had come crashing side by side.
A loud groan from Brushbeard made her look back at the fight. Hinds had his sword up to the hilt into the man’s belly and slashed his dagger across the pirate captain’s throat. The huge outlaw slumped down, clutching at his slayer as he died. The First Mate kicked the dying man away and slumped back on the deck rail. A loud pistol shot made him jerk up. A pirate came crashing down from the rigging above him, hitting the deck very dead.
Bella stood stock still, her eyes wide open and her knuckles white. The pistol in her hands was smoking and she shook like a leaf. Her knees gave in and she dropped the pistol.
“You saved my life, lad… or is it lass.” Hinds panted, staring at her intensely.
“As you did mine.” She almost whispered.
“Let’s get you below deck, little one.” The First Mate looked around the chaos on deck. “This is no place for a woman, let alone one like you.”
She didn’t say anything, letting him place his hand on her back and guide her down toward the captain’s quarters. The fighting above deck grew fainter as they stumbled along the dark corridor to the captain’s cabin.
Once inside, he quickly locked the door and unplugged a small cask of rum, taking a few quick gulps. She watched him drink. He looked like an avenging angel, a force of nature and she felt drawn to him more than ever. The beating of her heart and the tumult in her belly was unlike anything she had ever known.
“Here, bo… wench.” Hinds held out the cask to her. “Drink.”
“I… but…” She looked uncertain.
“Drink.” He insisted. “Lord knows you need it.”
She accepted the cask and raised it to her lips, sipping slowly. The richness of the liquid felt good and she took a few deep swigs before handing it back to him. He stared at her intensely, rubbing his rugged jaw.
“Yes, I… am a stowaway.” She confessed, looking down at her feet.
“Hardly matters now.” He replied. “You’re here and I’m glad that you’re no boy.”
“Oh.” A flash of fear crossed her face.
“Have no fear… I take no woman against her will.” He laughed. “I am glad that my fondness for you before, when you posed as a man, was unfounded.”
She joined his laughter, a tad nervously. “I am glad too, Mr. Mate.”
“Lord knows the heat of battle still rises in me.” He said with a deep sigh. “It is good to take a woman after a fight… to calm things down. And here I am, hot after victory and a beautiful woman at my mercy.”
“Were I a willing woman, would you take me now while your comrades still fight for their lives?” She asked, looking right at the handsome man, her need to have him suddenly intensifying.
“The battle is nearly done; the pirate raid has been quelled.” He replied, breathing easier. “We have won many battles at sea… we, the men of the Garamond.”
“I am fortunate indeed to have chosen this ship then.”
“Fortune favors the brave.” He laughed sardonically. “Tell me why you have run away from home… you look like some rich lord’s delicate flower alright.”
“Delicate, am I?” She gave him a smile.
“Yes, very.” He nodded, eyeing her curves. “Have you been with a man before?”
“That’s a rude thing to ask a lady.” She turned up her nose.
“So you’re a lady when it suits your convenience.” He leaned closer, taking a whiff of her wet hair. “Damn, I would bed you right now were I a lesser man.”
“I am no lesser a woman, and yet I would love to be bedded by you… right now.”
“I have heard that ladies of high birth secretly crave for the attentions of real men.” He said, tracing a finger along the coarse fabric of her shirt.
“Are you a real man, Mr. Mate?” She asked, biting her lip seductively.
“Come to my arms and I will prove it to you.” He snarled, pulling away from her. “This battle lust is making me lose my senses.”
“Yes, I strangely feel the same way too.” She confessed, a shiver running all through her. “I feel desires in me that I have only heard of or read about.”
“Enough talk.” Hinds walked over to the captain’s bed. “Get over here, wench… be you willing to let me take you.”
“I don’t know what has come over me…” She walked up to him, her body almost pressing against his. “I am willing, Mr. Mate… more than perhaps even you.”
“Hush.” He whispered hoarsely and grabbed her by the hips, lifting her in his muscular arms.
She threw her arms around his thick neck and met his kiss halfway. His coarse mouth hungrily ravaged her full red lips. Tongues danced and fought alike, tasting each other’s arousal. Bella’s breath came in short gasps. She had kissed a boy before, on her sixteenth year, but had never felt this kind of intensity. It was as if a hunger had suddenly enveloped all her senses and the only way to satiate it was to get ravaged by this handsome and uncouth sailor.
She ran her hands over the rough muscularity of his arms and torso, weathered by years of a hard life at sea. Overcome by a powerful lust for him, she tore away his clothes with as much urgency as he did hers. Naked and completely at his mercy, Bella reached down to
grasp at his rising manhood. She had never done so before, but was well informed and intended to use that knowledge to the fullest.
Hinds suddenly pushed her away from him and threw her on the large bed. She fell back gasping and panting, spreading out her young nubile body for his eyes to feast on.
“Yes, yes… let me look at you.” He said thickly. “A woman so fine and exquisite a man like me can rarely have… this is a day that I will long remember.”
“As will I.” She replied hoarsely, her lustful eyes trailing down his towering naked body.
In the dim light of the captain’s cabin, she could discern the wide shoulders that flared out, holding between them a thick neck. His chest was deep and covered in dark hair, tapering down to a narrow, yet tight waist. Limbs of dense corded muscle made her pulse rise and then she dared to rest her searching eyes onto the cannon that thrust out from between his massive legs. She took a sharp breath and felt a shiver run down her back. He smirked and twitched his erection wildly for her heightened pleasure.
“I see that you approve.” He grinned boyishly, making her swoon ever more. “As do I… you are unlike any woman I have ever taken… you are an angel on earth.”
“As you said, lover… enough talk.” She arched her back, pushing her full breasts at him and spread her legs wide. “Come, take me.”
“Milady.” He whispered slowly and slid over the bed, running his hands along the smoothness of her velvet thighs.
His touch was electrifying to her senses. She stiffened and moaned, reaching out to grasp at him as he lowered his face to her quivering pussy. He smiled, drinking into the heightened scent of her arousal. His lips brushed her lightly and she almost screamed. He flicked out his tongue, darting it between her sensitive lips. She gasped and grabbed at his head, her nails digging into the thick dark hair. She couldn’t hold back as he explored her arousal with his probing tongue. Whimpering uncontrollably, she experienced her first orgasm with a man’s face between her legs.
Bella’s young body shuddered with each intense wave of pleasure, she grasped at the sheets, writhing in ecstasy. Sensations never felt before streaked through her, bringing every nerve in her to life. His rough coarse hands reached for her soft breasts, iron hard fingers teased her erect nipples as she thrust her hips up, grinding her pulsing pussy against his eager face. Everything she had heard of and even read paled in comparison to the pleasure she felt rippling through her.
“Oh, Ronan…” Her excited gasp echoed in the large room.
“Yes, my dear?” He looked up, his grin gleaming with her nascent juices.
“I-I… I’ve never felt this way before…” She whimpered. “I need you inside me… take me, sailor, take me now.”
“As her ladyship so desires.” The First Mate grunted and slithered up, brining his face over hers. “This might hurt.”
“I care not, man… fuck me.” She cried; her husky voice delirious with lust.
With a gleam in his eye the muscular sailor positioned his thick, foot long cock, gently probing her moistness with the bulbous head. Her body stiffened at the sensation of the hot, pulsing knob on her sensitive and swollen pussy lips. She had never been entered by a man before, but knew much about it from the stories and the books she had read. Her anticipation was overwhelmed by lust. Reading and hearing about the stories had always excited her, heightened her senses enough for her to find pleasure in relieving herself in private and yet her first experience with a man felt as new and exciting as if all the knowledge she had acquired accounted for naught.
“Milady, you sound no different from a common whore.” Ronan Hinds laughed.
“No matter their station in life…” She groaned under him, clawing at his muscular thighs. “Just as men, all women are the same when it comes to base needs.”
“Well said… but enough talk.” The large man growled, positioning himself for the thrust. “As you so desire, I will take you now.”
Her large green eyes shot wide open and her full red lips made a perfect ‘o’, emitting a silent scream. He entered her with one powerful thrust, driving his enormous tool all the way in, until his pelvis slammed against hers. The pain was almost paralyzing, but only momentary. Her muscles eased as did her breathing. He held her tight under his bulk as he remained still with his hardness buried deep inside her. She could sense the intense throb of his organ and it made her feel good. Pleasure and pain exchanged places making her nubile body yearn for more.
Bella began to churn her hips under him. The sensation of his hard cock moving inside her sent ripples of bliss through her belly and thighs. Her moans filled the room as he followed her lead; gently pulling his cock halfway out and sliding it back in again. Her green eyes locked onto his of blue, her desire for him expressed with lustful brazenness. She reached out, caressing the naked hardness of his back and buttocks as he began to increase the tempo of his strokes. The brunette sensed another orgasm building up inside her as the ship rocked on the waves. The fighting outside now a distant memory, she reveled in the moment. Ecstasy clouded her mind; all she wanted was to be with this man, to have him take her to heights she had only dreamt of.
“Milady, your tightness… I have never felt any like it…” Hinds grunted, slamming his hips into hers. “With your leave, I will release soon… inside you.”
“Yes, Ronan… yes.” She gasped, wrapping her shapely legs around his lean waist. “Release inside me… and fill me with your seed.”
Hinds yanked her up, holding her in his arms, making her straddle him as he lay back on the bed. Bella liked the new position with her on top; she could feel him even deeper still. It made her whole body shake with pleasure. She grasped at the granite hard slabs of his chest muscles and steadied herself. He held her slender waist, guiding her up and down over his enormous erection. His hands slid up to her breasts, squashing the yielding softness. He teased her sensitive nipples; his hard fingers playing with the taut buds, making little sparks ignite inside her, further fanning her rising orgasm.
The young brunette shivered violently, throwing her head back and crying out. Her thighs tightened and she clawed at his chest, the force of her second climax making stars dance before her dazed eyes. She heard his grunt and felt his cock grow even harder and thicker inside her. His hot release exploding within her, her first experience of such, she would cherish for ever. She slumped forward, whimpering and shaking as he filled her with his love. She kissed him, tasting herself in his lips. He returned her kiss with as much passion, shaking under the intensity of his exploding orgasm.
“Milady.” He gasped, as she relinquished his lips for air. “A most memorable… union.”
“Of all the better experienced women you have known?”She smiled in satisfaction.
“Aye, none could have given me more gratification as you have.” He replied, caressing her hair.
“It pleases me to know that I have been able to satiate my first man.” She closed her eyes and sighed.
“It has been an honor, Milady.” His deep voice filled her mind.
“But what now?” She asked in sudden trepidation, her head clearing of the lust haze. “Are we still in peril?”
“Nay, the ship is secure…” He assured her with a squeeze. “We are safe now.”
“But I am… my ruse as a …” Her eyes roamed over his handsome face.
“No one knows of this, save I.” Hinds held her closer to him, squashing her breasts to his hairy chest.
“And your intentions, Mr. Mate?” She stared into his eyes.
“Noble and pure, Milady, that I assure you of.” He grinned, sliding his large hand over the smoothness of her supple back down to her generous buttocks.
“What of the captain… and it is his cabin we sully.”
“What of him?”
“Will he not be cross was he to return here to find us like this.” Bella raised an eyebrow. She had never seen the captain at all, in the four days she had been onboard.
“The captain is al
ready here.” He said, with a wry smile.
“What?” She jerked up, looking around the room in alarm. “Where?”
“In your arms… as naked as the day.” The First Mate gave her a wink.
“What do you mean, Ronan?” She demanded, playfully grabbing a fistful of his rich, dark hair.
“I am the Captain now, as per naval law.” The sailor replied casually. “First Mate takes over as acting captain in the event of the captain’s demise.”
“The captain is…” Her eyes went wide in wonder.
“Yes, very.” He nodded; a distant look in his sea-blue eyes. “Captain Rollins was slain early in the pirate attack, and that led Brushbeard to believe he had the ship… he underestimated the loyalty of the men to the Garamond. We sail for our banners and not merely the captain.”
