Jack's Cure

(A/N: I dunno wtf was with that last chapter. All this crap about how evil Jack is capable of being just started flowing out o_o Anyway… hope you enjoyed it. And I’ve been thinking, I’m seeing a lot of fictions about Jack and Elizabeth “realizing their true feelings” and I’m kind of inspired to try my hand at one. Of course, mine will not be at all happy or uplifting or in any way resembling a cheerful tale. I’m all for angst and self castigation and loathing. It would probably involve a much darker, predatory Jack as I am quite intrigued by what came out in this last little chapter. Maybe a Jack that is overcome with jealousy so hturnturns to claim Elizabeth as his own, but at the same time hates himself for it. What say you? Should I go for it? Meh, I may, I may. First, I must finish this little tryst for you. I appreciate all the reviews! Lurve you all. ;-) -- Lizzie (anothersparrowgroupy)

Despite what Jack might have thought of him, Will was no saint, and it took an incredible amount of resolve and strength-of-mind to get up from the bed and leave Elizabeth to his friend. Puh, if the boy had known what sort of inner conflict was going on inside Jack’s head in those few moments he might have seriously reconsidered such an action. But lihe ihe ignorant fool Jack always took him for, he reassured himself that it would make Elizabeth happy and tentatively followed Anamaria to a spot a few feet away. The blacksmith never intended anything to happen. He couldn’t, of course, be expected to avert his eyes from wandering the lovely expanse of the lady pirate’s sun-kissed body, but he hadn’t expected that she would turn and take his hand in hers, placing it on one of her full breasts.
Swallowing hard, the boy couldn’t help but notice its weight in comparison to Elizabeth’s breasts. Elizabeth, who was still in her late developmental stages, had not yet fully matured. Anamaria had been a women for more than a few years and the difference was noticeable. The woman, too, was noticing the differences between Will and Jack. Both were finely muscled, quite lithe, definitely, but where Jack’s flesh served as a sort of map recollecting his life, Will’s skin was smooth and flawless. A few burns on his forearms from his work at the smithy, but that was all. Nothing eye catching like the jagged disfigurement of Jack’s left forearm where he had been torn at by a bull shark, or the two very conspicuous bullet wounds on his chest that he wouldn’t tell anyone about or the numerous other wounds he had collected over the years. Even Anamaria carried a few of her own scars, trophy wounds, but Will was pure and fresh. It was an enticing change.
Letting her hands slide languidly over his chest, she arched her back, pressing more of her breast into his palm and he obliged her by massaging the flesh gently. Anamaria found that his hands were indeed rough. Rougher, even, it seemed, than Jack’s hands which were weathered by years of work at sea.

“Can ye feel anything with’ose ‘ands o’ yourn, boy?” she inquired duskily.

Will nodded, eyes heavily lidded, “Aye,” he replied softly, his gaze lingering on her breasts before moving up to catch a glimpse of her smile.

That’s when he realized he was tremendously hard again. Not just erect, but throbbing painfully with a desperate need for release. And here was Anamaria, tantalizingly naked before him, smiling sinfully while his wife was… occupied. Helplessly, the young man let his eyes wander back to the bed just as Jack thrust into Elizabeth with an incredibly vigorous motion. The instinct to protect his ladylove was sparked all at once, and he wanted to interfere with what was going on. However, his plan was soon foiled when a warm hand wrapped around his iron-hard length and stroked him to the point of distraction.

“She’s gettin’ what she wants, lad. Ye ‘eard ‘er,” Anamaria reassured him, though Will still didn’t feel any better when he heard the bed begin to creak violently. But Anamaria’s sensuous stroking *did* help. It helped *a lot.* His body began to tingle pleasurably, muscles easing and the boy fairly melted in her grip. Smiling with approval, Anamaria drew him down so that she might whisper into his ear: “Now s’time for what *you* want, understand, boy?”

Indeed, this was put forth frankly enough that Will could comprehend, the faint blush that colored his cheeks was quite telling. Anamaria was, after all, such a guilty pleasure for the young man. Of course for Will, the guiltiest pleasures he had given in to before this little affair included blasphemies like practicing with his swords for an extra half hour or thinking about Elizabeth while he-- well-- did what Anamaria was doing to him now. However, a sharp moan from Elizabeth cut through his self-reproach and a new resolve passed over his handsome face. With a timorous nod, he waited for her to take the next action.
Fully accepting and adoring the role of teacher, Anamaria hoisted herself into a seated position on the nearby washstand, long legs dangling over. She made sure the lad was watching (and oh was he, his eyes couldn’t have been peeled away), and spread her thighs slowly, presenting him with her moist, warm sex. Will felt his enflamed erection twitch in excitement. Oh, how he wanted to be sheathed in that tight heat! He had gotten a taste for blood in his bride and now he craved more. But when he approached her to satisfy his urge she shook her head, putting a staying hand on his muscled shoulder. With a sultry quirk of her lips, she pushed him downward, to his knees. His face was positioned directly in front of her. He would have to work to get what he wanted. That was all right with Will, who didn’t think anything that came free was truly worthwhile (UNLIKE a certain pirate who was currently ravishing his young wife).
He leaned forward with relish, inhaling the female scent of her. If it were possible it made him even harder. Slowly ring ing forward to pull apart her nether lips, he gazed at the tender folds of flesh. She guided him to her sweet spot by pointing and taking his hand in hers so that he could find it with his own fingers. He massaged her for a moment and was thrilled to find that she reacted quite enthusiastically. Committing to memory everything he did so that he might remember when the time came to perform for Elizabeth, he leaned forward and lapped at the lady pirate’s clitoris experimentally. An overwhelming feeling of satisfaction overcame him when her hips jerked and she gasped, “That’s it, lad, right there, ye’re gettin’ the ‘ang of’t!” That’s all it took. Will lost his inhibitions at once and dove in, caressing, stroking, suckling and even nibbling. He eagerly tasted both her and the remnants of Jack’s earlier run with her.

Anamaria was quite impressed with how quickly the lad brought her to a powerful orgasm. Before it had even truly subsided as she leaned heavily on the washstand to steady herself she was pulling insistently at his dark locks.

“Up, lad, up. Now! On with it,” she ordered breathlessly.

Will was more than happy to accommodate her. Rising to his feet, he wasn’t even tentative as he grasped one of the woman’s supple thighs in each of his rough hands and pulled her to the very edge of the stand. Taking a moment to guide his aching arousal into her body, he waited not a single moment to begin the rhythm that overtook him like a man possessed. Every coherent thought fled his mind as he began to pump-- nay-- *pound* into his partner with robust fervor. It was Anamaria who worried a few moments before he brought her to another quaking orgasm that they would overturn the washstand with their rutting.
When he finally manipulated the pirate’s body into giving him what he wanted and she cried out in rapture, Will gave two more longer, harder strokes before gasping and tensing himself. Owing to the fact that he hadn’t been able to make Elizabeth come to her peak, he hadn’t yet experienced the feel of a woman’s climax. Anamaria’s body felt like warm velvet encompassing him. It was, for a brief moment, rather like dying… or at least how Will imagined (hoped) it would be. He made a brief guttural noise and stood tensed, leaning into her for a moment before he was able to breathe again. A sharp sound quickly cut through the haze of sexual bliss, however.

It was Jack (of course)… applauding.