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The room was gently tilting back and forth. Left-right, left-right. Up and down and up again. For those whose hole was the sea, such movements didn’t even register anymore. Maybe a larger sway, one that comes out of the blue, catching the person off guard. But even the smallest sways can be utilized by those who know them well.
She traced her fingers down gently on the exposed skin before her, such a broad back. Beautifully pale and unmarked, except for a few small lines here and there. What could have caused such wounds? Knives? Bullets? They were almost… artistic. Though she supposed everything was such when it came to those man.
She mused about how such marks would fit her web perfectly. Maybe her guest had his fair share of Demonesses before.
The ship broke through a larger wave again. Barely perceived by those outside, working themselves ragged. But in this room, her prey gave an adorable little choke. Barely more than a forceful exhale that tried to shoulder itself out on the nose, but was pushed through moist lips instead.
Such a broad back. Such nice dark locks. In her mind, they were supposed to be neatly arranged and perfectly cut, despite the reputation of their owner. She wondered if she had such back before. Such nice shoulders, twisting despite its futility, each movement birthing and destroying small hills and valleys that made her muscles ache.
Yes, she had similar traits before. She felt it in her bones, despite her aversion of looking at that blasted photo—
Yet another wave, yet another soft grunt. She found herself shushing him gently, both hands massaging a few small circles on each side of his neck, caressing up to his jaw for a few seconds before sliding down down down, on a pale, sweating naked back until they found a firm hold on the small of the waist, just below the line of the the cuffs.
She leaned back to admire the sight. Chuckled this tile when an off-guard grunt accompanied the deeper breath.
Her eyes roamed the spot they were connected. What a waste it was, to not feel all of that. To not enjoy the grip of such a stubborn place, the sweet moistness of the generous amount of oil she used — let none accuse her of being cruel to a virgin—
He was not her usual taste. She preferred them soft and delicate, smaller than her and round faced. Preferably of the fairer sex as well. But even though his obvious beauty shouldn’t have captivated her, *his eyes* were familiar enough to rouse that roaring flame in her belly. That cold pride and shimmering defiance.
’No wonder he played Helene well enough to almost fool me’
It was a stroke of luck that gave her victory, really. A home-ground advantage. He was a second too late to flee and she a second too fast to bind. The rest was sweet, delicious history.
She made sure to etch it all into her mind. His murderous eyes as she cuffed him to seal his beyonder powers. His quiet but decorative curses as she pealed away each layer piece by piece by piece. He buckled like a wind horse when she manhandled him onto the bed. Clawed and bit like a tiger when she nuzzled his neck from behind, analyzing his scent. Bloody, yes, but she could smell ink and parchment. Scholarly, almost. How amusing.
He did not scream or bargain when she made her intentions unmistakable, pouring a generous amount of oil on her fingers. Onto the small of his back. He cursed her out but was smarter than to wiggle too much and risk losing even a drop. He was wise enough to know that his little trick was due for an equal punishment.
He pretended to be Helene. He shall be treated as such.
She was somewhat kind. A Demoness and a Pirate she might be, she loved to see her prey enjoy what she was doing. She didn’t need him cry and grit his teeth in pain. Her reward was much sweeter once she fit four slender, perfectly shaped and manicured fingers inside him. The way his lashes trembled, even glittered a little. How his cheeks flushed up to his ears and down to his neck. How his mouth, rumor has it that stuck in a permanent scowl, pressed to a thin line before eventually parting to gasp for air while she worked her magic expertly on the one vulnerable spot that could undo even the Great Gehrman Sparrow.
She made him come undone only on her fingers the first time. Such sweet sounds he made when he was nearing his peak. His body twitching and almost trashing both away and into the sensation, unable to decide if he should participate in his own debasing. She talked him through it gladly, whispering about how he sounded like an eager woman down there. Teased him about the sinful noises his body was producing.
He did not scream when he came. What a pity.
While he caught his breath, she was quick to retrieve her favorite toy from the chest beside the bed. It was Helene’s favorite too. She always made her kiss it before spreading her legs and showing her heaven. It was a perfect fit, easy to fasten it on and even easier to use it. Almost like the real thing. Almost…
He did scream when she invaded him with one firm push. She was so glad for the mirror beside her bed that allowed him to catch his expression in that moment. That wide eyed shock, mouth open enough to show that pink tongue that she plans to put to good use after this. The way he arched up from the bed just begged her to grip those ebony locks and pull. He gasped and had no choice to but follow the pull. What a nice, flexible body. It almost made her wish she could do this to every Seer she finds.
She doubted that she would find another like this one however.
That is how they got here. She let his hair go after a few firm slams of her dear toy, allowed him to crumple on the bed. She stopped for a minute to let him adjust. He was trembling.
Adorable.
With her hold firm and fit on his waist, she picked up the pace once again. She loved the noises he made. So restrained, even know when she showed a toy so large in him that it made even regular women scream. She was convinced he could take it. She praised him as a good boy and wanted to spit annoyed curses when she saw that delicate pink ring tighten immediately around the invasion. She would give a limb to be able to feel such things again.
The annoyance made her merciless. She kicked his legs further apart, pulled him was and his backside up for a better, deeper fit. The small whimper urged her on. She leaned down at first, one booted feet slamming into the sheets by his right to give her more ground to work with. Her supple breasts pressed against his back, pushed him back chest first between the sheets. Making him present like a bitch in heat as she mounted him. She did not resist the urge to sink her teeth into the flesh under him, enjoying how his body twitched each time.
“Will you come untouched again, my great hunter?” She nuzzled against his temple as she whispered into his ear. She wasn’t even sure he heard it from the constant noises he was trying and failing to choke back. “You must be sensitive after the first. You’re taking it so well.”
He could not comment on her mockery.
Once she was drunk on his scent, his body heat against her chest, his unmade expression that revealed a softer, vulnerable side of him within those hazy golden eyes, his sounds that were punched out every time she pressed forward, once she had her fill, she straightened up and gave him no mercy.
She had broken so many men with this before. Some of them had pride so rigid it shattered, leaving them a cursing mess that displayed an ugly clinging to whatever power they had. Swearing up and down that they would kill her, do this and more. Worse. The other type was usually begging by now, sniffing, sniveling and snot faced begging for reprieve. She usually slit their throat once she was done with them, bored by the redundant display.
Gehrman Sparrow did neither. Though his teeth were grit tightly, he did not discard his pride and dignity to make promises that he wouldn’t be able to keep. Nor did he cry and reprieve or beg for more. He seemed to be quiet in the heart and soul, dejected but bending. Enduring. It reminded her of the few knights she managed to get her hands on during the years.
’My sweet gentleman. You know not how hungry you make me when you suffer me so beautifully.’
She made good on her promise. She did not atop until she heard his whimpers change in nature, did not feel him struggling again between the choices of ‘less’ and ‘more’, did not see him hide his shame in the pillow under his chin, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open as a sweet offering.
She was kind enough to let him slump against the sheets before she pulled out her toy, unclasping it without looking, her mind already on the next prize.
She nudged him until he slid down and was sitting on his knees against the bed, perfect sculpted face resting not too far from the spot where he came undone by her will. He was taking measured deep breaths, probably trying to calm his wildly beating heart. She found herself looking at the spot where his backside was sitting. Sweet smelling clear oil was smeared everywhere. Not a single drop of white staining those powerful thighs. It made her cross again. The only thing this toy is incapable of is filling up her partner with the evidence of their coupling.
She sat down heavily on the bed beside his head. She was absolutely soaked herself, though that blasted thing did not get her off. Oh well. She had a perfect alternative right here.
When her long and slender fingers sunk between his soaked dark locks again, massaging his scalp until he opened his eyes reluctantly to look up at her, she guided him closer by the back of his head. He must’ve been more spent than his somewhat collected expression suggested, because he followed the lead without much of a fuss.
And what a sight he made.
The great Gehrman Sparrow, the Predator of Pirates, sitting on his knees between her legs, naked and arms tied up across his back. Completely debauched and still able to take more.
She pulled his head closer again and again he did not resist much. She could see how he blinked longer than an alert mind would. Must be exhausted. Still, he seemed to know his task.
“Gently. Like a lover’s kiss.” She cradled his face in her hands and made him look up. “You do know how to kiss a lover, do you not? Or will I ruin you completely, my sweet?”
The sharp glare was enough to tell her the truth. Her eyes flickered for a second, but it was gone way faster than it could have been deciphered. She pulled him close, three a finger of each side of the jaw to urge him to open up while her other hand slid back to his nape.
“Open up, darling.”
She had to press a little to finally make him stop gritting his teeth. She slid two fingers in to toy with his tongue first and he choked a little. How adorable. And what a skilled tongue. A natural.
Once his jaw was let go, he tilted his head away for a second. His eyes were closed, lashes and eyebrows trembling in shame before he finally gave up his pride and opened up.
The first few licks were testing. Exploratory. She did not mind him getting familiar with her taste and shape. He seemed to at least know a women’s body well, as soon enough his tongue found that one spot demanding attention.
Just like she said. A natural.
He got courage quickly and whatever he lacked in experience, he certainly made up for it with talent. She was soon leaning back with a pleased sigh, one hand supporting herself leaning back while the other remained between his locks. Not gripping. Just a reminder.
She did not need a long time to reach her own peak. Despite the toy’s inadequacy, it did provide some fiction. Combine that with a warm mouth, a skilled tongue and the tantalizing image of Gehrman Sparrow on his knees, tied up and pleasing her, it was over way too soon. She wished she could cup at least one of her breasts to get more friction, but her hand seemed to be unwilling to part from its place on his head.
In what felt like way too fast, her ankles were crossed on her back as she rode out her orgasm. He made a small gasp like sound, like he did not expect it despite working very diligently for this very goal. And now he was soaked front and back. It suited him.
A face like that was a waste on a ruthless bounty hunter.
She pulled him up into the bed. He gave a muffled grunt of protest until he heard the cuffs being undone and tossed away. Lying side by side like this, it almost felt like they were just a simple couple enjoying the afterglow of a night well spent together.
She felt her sleepiness rouse in her mind. Out of habit, she wrapped around the broad chest of her prize, nuzzling her nose against his jaw.
“You can try to kill me while I sleep.” She mumbled directly into his ear. “But if I catch you, I’ll tie you up on the deck for my men to enjoy.”
She felt him tense up and shudder. She knew his body enough to know that this kind of reaction meant that there will be no funny business while she slept. Of course, it’s almost certain she will wake up to an empty bed next morning. But she didn’t mind.
Once one has a taste of the Demoness, they will never forget.