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Tassja_g's turn again!
Port Royal, Jamaica, circa 1690
“Put me down you….you brute!”
“Sorry miss,” the voice belonging to the hulking body over whose shoulder Guinevere was unceremoniously flung sounded almost apologetic, “Captain’s orders. We’re taking 你 on board.”
On board?
She cursed the blindfold over her eyes. If she wasn’t a well-bred young woman, schooled in elegance and manners as befits the niece of Commodore Uther, Gwen would have cursed out loud.
She could hear men shouting, and the unmistakable clang of metal. Maybe her Uncle’s men would succeed. Maybe she would never see this accursed ship.
But her hopes were unfounded. The Commodore’s men never even managed to unbalance the giant who carried her, and she could soon smell sea-water and the unmistakable stale salt odour of ship wood.
There was the deafening blast of canons, and 更多 yelling and curses. She realized with a sinking 心 that they were leaving the bay, and that the soldiers were too few and their vessels unprepared to prevent them, having spent the entire 日 celebrating at the ball for Commodore Uther’s birthday.
Whoever these kidnappers were, they knew what they were doing.
Gwen was set on her feet at last, and she struggled to regain her balance before they removed the blindfold from her. Blinking, she took in her surroundings. She was on board a vast ship, surrounded 由 curiously watching men.
“Here she is, Captain,” someone announced, and she watched as another man walked over. He was tall, broad of shoulder, a dark blue longjacket worn casually over a white 衬衫 and boots that only emphasized his long powerful legs.
“Do 你 know who I am?” he drawled, moving to stand in front of her.
In the moonlight his blond hair was as a 帽 of silver, some of it falling carelessly across his forehead. Deep-blue eyes watched her sardonically in a face of such chiselled masculine perfection that she found herself blushing.
Then she noticed the ornate handle of the rapier at his hip, and the full moon clearly outlined the flag streaming from the topmast. Pirates.
Guinevere De Grace, niece and adopted daughter to Commodore Uther, drew herself up boldly, “I know you’re a coward who sends brutes to snatch women from their homes.”
For a moment he was taken aback. When he had planned to kidnap the Commodore’s ward, he had expected her to be a scared and fussy little princess, not this scintillating and damnably beautiful creature whose simmering dark eyes made him want to carry her off to his 床, 床上 and get to know her better.
Arthur laughed, “A brute? Percy? Why he couldn’t hurt a fly,” he gestured behind at her and Gwen saw a tall, massively built man with nevertheless a surprisingly gentle pair of blue-grey eyes. He shrugged apologetically at her and the other men joined in the laughter.
Guinevere would not be laughed at. Not 由 these rapscallion men and their impudent Captain whose white 衬衫 hinted far too indecently at a powerful and sculpted physique.
“Brute 或者 not, you’re cowards, all of you!” she declared, “When my Uncle hears of this-,”
“-he will pay us handsomely,” the Captain casually touched a loose curl of her hair, his eyes wandering to her lips. Suddenly her corset felt tighter as her breasts heaved with quickening breath. His fingertips touched her cheek lightly, and he saw his nostrils flare slightly when her breasts swelled over the low-cut 舞会礼服 she was wearing, “Although perhaps there are some things 更多 desirable than gold…certainly 更多 beautiful…”
Gwen swallowed, temporarily caught under his spell. The men at Port Royal who danced with her and poured her wine and plucked gardenia blossoms for her in the moonlight had never looked at her quite like this, nor had she ever felt her skin grow warm with a curious pleasure when she met their gaze.
It’s all a trick Gwen! Don’t be fooled. You’re the Commodore’s niece!
“The word of a pirate is worth less than dirt,” she bit out, “What is your name, pray? If I’m to be your captive I demand to know who 你 are. That is, if 你 at least have enough honor to name yourself.”
Your captive.
She probably didn’t intend for that to sound so… deliciously illicit, he mused. This should be interesting.
“Captain Arthur Pendragon, at your service,” his infuriatingly full lips quirked in a grin as he swept off his hat in an elaborate bow.
“Arthur Pendragon?” she voiced incredulously,
“The same, Guinevere.”
She felt an uncomfortably sweet tingle low in her belly at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue.
Arthur Pendragon.
Her Uncle’s sworn enemy. The elusive Silver Sword of the high seas. Prince of pirates.
xxx
The knocking startled her from her spot 由 the window. Guinevere looked up as Captain Arthur stepped in quietly.
She stood up, immediately assuming the mantle of cold dignity she used around him.
He was hatless, and the sun-bleached hair fell careless as always across his temples. Guinevere felt again that disconcerting urge to brush the strands away with her fingers, trace them over those chiselled cheekbones…
“How are you, Miss De Grace?”
“As fine as I can be.” She was actually surprised at her treatment. A week since they had left Port Royal and not a single heinous tale recounted about pirates had proven true. Yes they drank and swore, but so did the Commodore’s men. None of them had accosted her, in fact they had brought her food, allowed her to walk on deck, and even furnished her with spare clothes (although she didn’t want to imagine how the dashing Captain Arthur came to be in possession of discarded gowns).
Arthur strolled up, hands clasped behind his back. He had received word that morning from the Commodore: he was willing to pay the full ransom, provided his ward was returned safely. Why am I hesitating then?
He hated to admit it, but he would miss her presence on the ship. When he took to the seas as a pirate, he’d forsworn the aristocracy with their supercilious ways. But this woman, Guinevere, was different. It wasn’t just her beauty that taunted him with empty desire at nights when he lay sleepless, imagining the feel of her cinnamon skin and luscious mouth. It was what he sensed underneath her prim exterior: a kindred spirit, proud and courageous, a smouldering fire.
“Was there something else, Captain?” she asked softly.
Guinevere felt suddenly flustered with him so close, alone with her in a small cabin. His scent, all musk and sweat and leather, made her feel faint.
“No sharp words?” he quirked an eyebrow, sapphire eyes twinkling, “Why Miss De Grace, I do believe you’ve grown fond of me.”
Her face flushed with anger, “I could sooner grow fond of the barnacles that grow on sunken ships.”
He laughed again, which spurred her anger, not the least because of how well laughter suited his already handsome face, “Come now, surely we’re better company than those tight-laced soldiers the Commodore hangs around with?”
“Those tight-laced soldiers are three times the men 你 could ever hope to be.”
“Is that so?” he stepped closer, eyes on her lips.
“It’s true and plain as day,” she rushed on, noticing that her voice sounded annoyingly breathy, “You may like to flatter yourself that I’m your guest, but I’m nothing 更多 than a prisoner, one 你 intend to barter for 金牌 like I’m a box of treasure you’ve plundered on your campaigns. Furthermore - ,” her words were cut off 由 the sudden warmth of his lips on hers, overwhelming in their fullness and ardour. He tasted of rich spiced wine, and his mouth coaxed hers easily, deepening the 吻乐队（Kiss） so that her eyes started to flutter close.
Shocked at her own response, Guinevere tore her lips away, administering a smart slap to his face. How dare he! He looked on her for a moment, smiling slightly as he touched the side of his face, eyes caressing her lazily.
To hell with it. Throwing decorum to the wind, Guinevere grasped the lapels of his 涂层, 外套 and pulled his mouth down on hers. If he was surprised he recovered quickly, a strong arm coming around her while his other hand 魔发奇缘 in her loose streaming curls, holding her head in place while his mouth ravished hers expertly and feverishly. His tongue parted her lips, running along the sensitive insides of her mouth and drawing forth a soft moan from her.
All her years of carefully cultivated mannerisms fell away in his arms. The taste and scent of him felt right, at once familiar and dangerously exciting. Arthur’s hands slid down her shoulders, making her shiver, before they rested lightly under the swell of her breasts. Guinevere could already feel her tightened nipples underneath the light corset, and she surged against his body, feeling him growl low in his throat.
Unable to resist, Arthur finally let his aching hands cup those delicious full breasts whose honeyed lushness had lanced his nights with furious lust. He was rewarded with a delectable moan from her, and when his thumbs brushed hardened peaks Guinevere felt her insides go molten, and there was a hot dampness between her thighs.
Arthur broke the kiss, looking down at her beautiful, flushed face. Her eyes were melted caramel, and her parted lips were swollen from his kisses. He continued his attentions to her breasts, watching her eyes go smoky with lust, and ground their hips together so she could feel him hard and ready.
“Guinevere,” he whispered hoarsely against her silken throat, “Stop me now, before I forget myself completely.”
But Guinevere had no intention of stopping. She felt drunk with desire, with the light-headed rush of knowing she could arouse his desire so easily, the proud pirate prince. His touch was like an awakening, and suddenly her life before this, that she had thought perfectly lovely, seemed tepid and dull. She felt hotly alive, as though feeling and experiencing her body for the first time.
Pulling away slowly, keeping her eyes on his, Guinevere sat down on the small 床, 床上 and began to unlace her gown. Arthur’s eyes went dark with lust and she shivered, tremulous and melting with excitement. With her other hand Guinevere slowly pulled up her 短裙, 裙子 and light petticoat, parting her legs invitingly. She wore no stockings, and the creamy brown expanse of her skin was laid bare for him.
Goddammit if she isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Arthur approached her slowly, knowing already what he wanted to do. Bending, he kissed her hard and fierce, making her whimper, then softened the 吻乐队（Kiss） until it was slow and delicious as melted sugar. Kneeling before her, his lips travelled hungrily down the column of her neck while his hands made 迅速, 斯威夫特 work of her corset laces. When his mouth closed over the tight nipple she moaned deep in her throat, and Arthur shifted uncomfortably against the straining hardness in his trousers.
Travelling lower, he ghosted kisses over her thighs, making her gasp softly when he discarded the light cotton drawers. Guinevere felt her shock melt into sharp pleasure when his tongue flicked against the most intimate part of her.
“Arthur…” his name fell helpless from her lips when his hands slid under her rump and pulled her closer to him. Her head fell back as she surrendered to his mouth. She was wet and hot and shivering and helpless to do anything except thrust her hips forward.
Arthur smiled against her, laving her with his tongue while she keened and mewed and grew slippery with lust.
Guinevere could feel a heated pressure building up deep within her, ready to explode, when Arthur slid a slow finger inside her wetness, languid thrusts communicating what he wanted to do. He started moving his finger faster, hard and 迅速, 斯威夫特 against her melting insides, while his tongue flicked 蝴蝶 strokes against the exquisitely tingling little mound nestled high in her folds. Gwen was losing herself completely, her moans deepening as she rolled her hips, edging closer to something she couldn’t describe.
“Ohhh… Arthur…”
“Yes… oh yes, my love,” he groaned against her, laving her long and slow with his tongue before quickening the pace again. When he sensed her climax approaching, Arthur slid another finger inside her while his thumb joined his tongue in feverishly stroking the nub of her pleasure.
The tightly-coiled sensations at her core unravelled all at once in rippling, white-hot pleasure, and she bucked against him, crying out her ecstasy while he hungrily lapped her hot juices. Waves and waves rolled through her, shuddering, and when Guinevere’s eyes opened at last she felt that the world had changed, shifted on its axis, the colours around her saturated with new richness.
Breathless, she looked down into Arthur’s eyes, their passion-drugged depths, and the thought of never seeing him again, never feeling this way, clenched her heart.
xxx
It’s a tale that everyone except the Commdore loved to tell in Port Royal. How on a sunny 日 the pirate prince Arthur had returned Guinevere De Grace to her Uncle, while all of Port Royal stood watching. How as the pirate ship lifted anchor and began to drift away, Guinevere De Grace had suddenly broken loose from her Uncle, had run with her skirts lifted to the end of the pier, had leaped in started to swim. How the pirate prince had leaped in after her, gathering her to him amid the wet and billowing swirls of her gown. How one of his crew had thrown down a rope and pulled them back on board. How Arthur flung the 金牌 coins of ransom back at the waiting crowd, how furious the Commodore had been when everyone, including his soldiers, sank into a mass frenzy of retrieving the gold. And how on the prow of the ship, Arthur Pendragon, the Silver Sword, kissed Guinevere De Grace for all to see, and his crew cheered, and the sun kindled into brilliance behind them.
**suggested music: ‘Crusin’’ 由 D’Angelo**
Part 5: link
Tassja_g's turn again!
Port Royal, Jamaica, circa 1690
“Put me down you….you brute!”
“Sorry miss,” the voice belonging to the hulking body over whose shoulder Guinevere was unceremoniously flung sounded almost apologetic, “Captain’s orders. We’re taking 你 on board.”
On board?
She cursed the blindfold over her eyes. If she wasn’t a well-bred young woman, schooled in elegance and manners as befits the niece of Commodore Uther, Gwen would have cursed out loud.
She could hear men shouting, and the unmistakable clang of metal. Maybe her Uncle’s men would succeed. Maybe she would never see this accursed ship.
But her hopes were unfounded. The Commodore’s men never even managed to unbalance the giant who carried her, and she could soon smell sea-water and the unmistakable stale salt odour of ship wood.
There was the deafening blast of canons, and 更多 yelling and curses. She realized with a sinking 心 that they were leaving the bay, and that the soldiers were too few and their vessels unprepared to prevent them, having spent the entire 日 celebrating at the ball for Commodore Uther’s birthday.
Whoever these kidnappers were, they knew what they were doing.
Gwen was set on her feet at last, and she struggled to regain her balance before they removed the blindfold from her. Blinking, she took in her surroundings. She was on board a vast ship, surrounded 由 curiously watching men.
“Here she is, Captain,” someone announced, and she watched as another man walked over. He was tall, broad of shoulder, a dark blue longjacket worn casually over a white 衬衫 and boots that only emphasized his long powerful legs.
“Do 你 know who I am?” he drawled, moving to stand in front of her.
In the moonlight his blond hair was as a 帽 of silver, some of it falling carelessly across his forehead. Deep-blue eyes watched her sardonically in a face of such chiselled masculine perfection that she found herself blushing.
Then she noticed the ornate handle of the rapier at his hip, and the full moon clearly outlined the flag streaming from the topmast. Pirates.
Guinevere De Grace, niece and adopted daughter to Commodore Uther, drew herself up boldly, “I know you’re a coward who sends brutes to snatch women from their homes.”
For a moment he was taken aback. When he had planned to kidnap the Commodore’s ward, he had expected her to be a scared and fussy little princess, not this scintillating and damnably beautiful creature whose simmering dark eyes made him want to carry her off to his 床, 床上 and get to know her better.
Arthur laughed, “A brute? Percy? Why he couldn’t hurt a fly,” he gestured behind at her and Gwen saw a tall, massively built man with nevertheless a surprisingly gentle pair of blue-grey eyes. He shrugged apologetically at her and the other men joined in the laughter.
Guinevere would not be laughed at. Not 由 these rapscallion men and their impudent Captain whose white 衬衫 hinted far too indecently at a powerful and sculpted physique.
“Brute 或者 not, you’re cowards, all of you!” she declared, “When my Uncle hears of this-,”
“-he will pay us handsomely,” the Captain casually touched a loose curl of her hair, his eyes wandering to her lips. Suddenly her corset felt tighter as her breasts heaved with quickening breath. His fingertips touched her cheek lightly, and he saw his nostrils flare slightly when her breasts swelled over the low-cut 舞会礼服 she was wearing, “Although perhaps there are some things 更多 desirable than gold…certainly 更多 beautiful…”
Gwen swallowed, temporarily caught under his spell. The men at Port Royal who danced with her and poured her wine and plucked gardenia blossoms for her in the moonlight had never looked at her quite like this, nor had she ever felt her skin grow warm with a curious pleasure when she met their gaze.
It’s all a trick Gwen! Don’t be fooled. You’re the Commodore’s niece!
“The word of a pirate is worth less than dirt,” she bit out, “What is your name, pray? If I’m to be your captive I demand to know who 你 are. That is, if 你 at least have enough honor to name yourself.”
Your captive.
She probably didn’t intend for that to sound so… deliciously illicit, he mused. This should be interesting.
“Captain Arthur Pendragon, at your service,” his infuriatingly full lips quirked in a grin as he swept off his hat in an elaborate bow.
“Arthur Pendragon?” she voiced incredulously,
“The same, Guinevere.”
She felt an uncomfortably sweet tingle low in her belly at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue.
Arthur Pendragon.
Her Uncle’s sworn enemy. The elusive Silver Sword of the high seas. Prince of pirates.
xxx
The knocking startled her from her spot 由 the window. Guinevere looked up as Captain Arthur stepped in quietly.
She stood up, immediately assuming the mantle of cold dignity she used around him.
He was hatless, and the sun-bleached hair fell careless as always across his temples. Guinevere felt again that disconcerting urge to brush the strands away with her fingers, trace them over those chiselled cheekbones…
“How are you, Miss De Grace?”
“As fine as I can be.” She was actually surprised at her treatment. A week since they had left Port Royal and not a single heinous tale recounted about pirates had proven true. Yes they drank and swore, but so did the Commodore’s men. None of them had accosted her, in fact they had brought her food, allowed her to walk on deck, and even furnished her with spare clothes (although she didn’t want to imagine how the dashing Captain Arthur came to be in possession of discarded gowns).
Arthur strolled up, hands clasped behind his back. He had received word that morning from the Commodore: he was willing to pay the full ransom, provided his ward was returned safely. Why am I hesitating then?
He hated to admit it, but he would miss her presence on the ship. When he took to the seas as a pirate, he’d forsworn the aristocracy with their supercilious ways. But this woman, Guinevere, was different. It wasn’t just her beauty that taunted him with empty desire at nights when he lay sleepless, imagining the feel of her cinnamon skin and luscious mouth. It was what he sensed underneath her prim exterior: a kindred spirit, proud and courageous, a smouldering fire.
“Was there something else, Captain?” she asked softly.
Guinevere felt suddenly flustered with him so close, alone with her in a small cabin. His scent, all musk and sweat and leather, made her feel faint.
“No sharp words?” he quirked an eyebrow, sapphire eyes twinkling, “Why Miss De Grace, I do believe you’ve grown fond of me.”
Her face flushed with anger, “I could sooner grow fond of the barnacles that grow on sunken ships.”
He laughed again, which spurred her anger, not the least because of how well laughter suited his already handsome face, “Come now, surely we’re better company than those tight-laced soldiers the Commodore hangs around with?”
“Those tight-laced soldiers are three times the men 你 could ever hope to be.”
“Is that so?” he stepped closer, eyes on her lips.
“It’s true and plain as day,” she rushed on, noticing that her voice sounded annoyingly breathy, “You may like to flatter yourself that I’m your guest, but I’m nothing 更多 than a prisoner, one 你 intend to barter for 金牌 like I’m a box of treasure you’ve plundered on your campaigns. Furthermore - ,” her words were cut off 由 the sudden warmth of his lips on hers, overwhelming in their fullness and ardour. He tasted of rich spiced wine, and his mouth coaxed hers easily, deepening the 吻乐队（Kiss） so that her eyes started to flutter close.
Shocked at her own response, Guinevere tore her lips away, administering a smart slap to his face. How dare he! He looked on her for a moment, smiling slightly as he touched the side of his face, eyes caressing her lazily.
To hell with it. Throwing decorum to the wind, Guinevere grasped the lapels of his 涂层, 外套 and pulled his mouth down on hers. If he was surprised he recovered quickly, a strong arm coming around her while his other hand 魔发奇缘 in her loose streaming curls, holding her head in place while his mouth ravished hers expertly and feverishly. His tongue parted her lips, running along the sensitive insides of her mouth and drawing forth a soft moan from her.
All her years of carefully cultivated mannerisms fell away in his arms. The taste and scent of him felt right, at once familiar and dangerously exciting. Arthur’s hands slid down her shoulders, making her shiver, before they rested lightly under the swell of her breasts. Guinevere could already feel her tightened nipples underneath the light corset, and she surged against his body, feeling him growl low in his throat.
Unable to resist, Arthur finally let his aching hands cup those delicious full breasts whose honeyed lushness had lanced his nights with furious lust. He was rewarded with a delectable moan from her, and when his thumbs brushed hardened peaks Guinevere felt her insides go molten, and there was a hot dampness between her thighs.
Arthur broke the kiss, looking down at her beautiful, flushed face. Her eyes were melted caramel, and her parted lips were swollen from his kisses. He continued his attentions to her breasts, watching her eyes go smoky with lust, and ground their hips together so she could feel him hard and ready.
“Guinevere,” he whispered hoarsely against her silken throat, “Stop me now, before I forget myself completely.”
But Guinevere had no intention of stopping. She felt drunk with desire, with the light-headed rush of knowing she could arouse his desire so easily, the proud pirate prince. His touch was like an awakening, and suddenly her life before this, that she had thought perfectly lovely, seemed tepid and dull. She felt hotly alive, as though feeling and experiencing her body for the first time.
Pulling away slowly, keeping her eyes on his, Guinevere sat down on the small 床, 床上 and began to unlace her gown. Arthur’s eyes went dark with lust and she shivered, tremulous and melting with excitement. With her other hand Guinevere slowly pulled up her 短裙, 裙子 and light petticoat, parting her legs invitingly. She wore no stockings, and the creamy brown expanse of her skin was laid bare for him.
Goddammit if she isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Arthur approached her slowly, knowing already what he wanted to do. Bending, he kissed her hard and fierce, making her whimper, then softened the 吻乐队（Kiss） until it was slow and delicious as melted sugar. Kneeling before her, his lips travelled hungrily down the column of her neck while his hands made 迅速, 斯威夫特 work of her corset laces. When his mouth closed over the tight nipple she moaned deep in her throat, and Arthur shifted uncomfortably against the straining hardness in his trousers.
Travelling lower, he ghosted kisses over her thighs, making her gasp softly when he discarded the light cotton drawers. Guinevere felt her shock melt into sharp pleasure when his tongue flicked against the most intimate part of her.
“Arthur…” his name fell helpless from her lips when his hands slid under her rump and pulled her closer to him. Her head fell back as she surrendered to his mouth. She was wet and hot and shivering and helpless to do anything except thrust her hips forward.
Arthur smiled against her, laving her with his tongue while she keened and mewed and grew slippery with lust.
Guinevere could feel a heated pressure building up deep within her, ready to explode, when Arthur slid a slow finger inside her wetness, languid thrusts communicating what he wanted to do. He started moving his finger faster, hard and 迅速, 斯威夫特 against her melting insides, while his tongue flicked 蝴蝶 strokes against the exquisitely tingling little mound nestled high in her folds. Gwen was losing herself completely, her moans deepening as she rolled her hips, edging closer to something she couldn’t describe.
“Ohhh… Arthur…”
“Yes… oh yes, my love,” he groaned against her, laving her long and slow with his tongue before quickening the pace again. When he sensed her climax approaching, Arthur slid another finger inside her while his thumb joined his tongue in feverishly stroking the nub of her pleasure.
The tightly-coiled sensations at her core unravelled all at once in rippling, white-hot pleasure, and she bucked against him, crying out her ecstasy while he hungrily lapped her hot juices. Waves and waves rolled through her, shuddering, and when Guinevere’s eyes opened at last she felt that the world had changed, shifted on its axis, the colours around her saturated with new richness.
Breathless, she looked down into Arthur’s eyes, their passion-drugged depths, and the thought of never seeing him again, never feeling this way, clenched her heart.
xxx
It’s a tale that everyone except the Commdore loved to tell in Port Royal. How on a sunny 日 the pirate prince Arthur had returned Guinevere De Grace to her Uncle, while all of Port Royal stood watching. How as the pirate ship lifted anchor and began to drift away, Guinevere De Grace had suddenly broken loose from her Uncle, had run with her skirts lifted to the end of the pier, had leaped in started to swim. How the pirate prince had leaped in after her, gathering her to him amid the wet and billowing swirls of her gown. How one of his crew had thrown down a rope and pulled them back on board. How Arthur flung the 金牌 coins of ransom back at the waiting crowd, how furious the Commodore had been when everyone, including his soldiers, sank into a mass frenzy of retrieving the gold. And how on the prow of the ship, Arthur Pendragon, the Silver Sword, kissed Guinevere De Grace for all to see, and his crew cheered, and the sun kindled into brilliance behind them.
**suggested music: ‘Crusin’’ 由 D’Angelo**
Part 5: link
