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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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Adult ++
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10
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3,748
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17
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Chapter 1 - Of Drunks and Ladies
Metamorphosis, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention. / and * are used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene or perspective changes, and elapsed time.
Summary: When checking out a port he’d never seen before, Jack runs into the WRONG woman. G/B, N/C, M/F, J/W, Slash, Lemon.
A/N: Let me know how you like it.
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Chapter 1 – Of Drunks and Ladies
The drunken sailor wandered aimlessly through the alleys of Port Royal, hoping to find a cheap enough whore, as he was almost out of money but didn’t want to go back to the ship yet. He hiccupped and tripped in the mud, falling into a rain barrel between the buildings. He started picking himself up, then noticed a pair of legs lying behind the barrel. They were decidedly feminine, and quite bare. He licked his lips, smiling. He crawled to the pair of legs, and his eyebrows raised to the heavens. There was a girl attached to them; petite and beautiful. She was around 5’ tall and maybe 6 stone dripping wet, which she was. Her skin was extremely tanned, and she certainly didn’t look like a whore. Her braided hair the glossy black of a raven’s wing, braided and full of trinkets, and quite muddy. /Must be a red skin from the Americas. Prob’ly a slave./ She was naked as the day she was born. He touched her to see if she were dead, but she was still warm. He turned her face to look at it, seeing just how becoming she truly was. /Maybe I’ll take her home and keep her. Nah. Whoever owns her will miss this one./ He maneuvered her on her back and took down his breeches enough to pull his manhood out. He tugged on it a couple of times, making it hard enough for entry, then positioned himself above her and started pushing himself into her. He’d gotten less than two inches inside, when he felt resistance. /A virgin!/ He almost spilled at just the thought! He’d never had one, but he’d heard stories…
She woke up as he started to push past her maidenhead, her eyes wide in shock and surprise. She tried to get away; he grabbed her and forced himself into her hard, making her scream. She tried to paw at him, to search him for a weapon, but he backhanded her, and she lay quiet, shocked and horrified at what he was doing. He plunged into her again and again, with no consideration for what she was going through. To him, she was but a hot hole to fill, and fill it he did. He came hard and fast, her tightness forcing him to greater heights than he was used to. When he was spent, he lay heavily on top of her, breathless. She moved a hand to his side, finally finding a dagger, pulled it from the scabbard on his belt, and stabbed upwards into the back of his neck, embedding the blade deep in his brain.
She tried to throw him off of her, but his weight was too much and she failed miserably. She squirmed around in the mud, finally wriggling out from under the corpse of the dead man. She looked down at herself, seeing the mud all over her body and hair, and the blood running down her legs, her eyes wide in surprise and horror. She looked at the dead man at her feet, and got down to business stripping his clothes off, starting with his boots and moving upward. She dunked her head in the rain barrel, quickly rinsed herself off, and wrung out her hair, the trinkets making a tinkling sound as she did so. Then she rinsed out the clothes of the dead man, making sure all the blood was out of the shirt. It took forever as far as she was concerned, but at least she was now clothed. Then she looked at her rapist and grinned wickedly. She rolled him over, grunting with the difficulty of it, took hold of his manhood and cut it off. She opened his mouth and shoved it in, then patted his cheek. She walked out of the alley and saw a sign: The Boar’s Head Tavern. /I’m in Port Royal. I don’t think I was in Port Royal before…/ Before what? She just couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember anything before being so rudely awakened by that freeloader. /Freeloader? Ah, I must be a whore. I guess that explains my state of dress, or undress as it were… Well, I’d better get to earnin’ a livin’ then./ She walked into the tavern. As she entered, heads turned toward her, and the men fairly dumped the whores off of their laps to run over to her. They’d never seen a red skinned whore before and wanted to try one. /Well, when given a choice, always pick the best quality. Now, who should it be?/ She looked over the men trying to win her attention and noticed that they were all rather foul. Then she noticed someone who looked like he needed a companion.
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The man in the corner booth seemed to barely notice her. He nursed his mug and sulked. He had soft brown hair, long eyelashes, and a pout that could drive women wild in its innocence. His name was Will Turner, and he was depressed. His true love had left him, declaring that though she loved him, her father stated that Will was beneath her station and she was being forcing to marry Norrington after all, and Jack Sparrow, the exotic pirate who helped him save her had sailed away. He’d been thinking about the mysterious Captain a lot lately, and not just as a friend, which made him feel embarrassed and rather dirty. He’d been in the tavern drinking for hours; this was his sixth rum, and he wasn’t feeling much of anything at the moment.
Quite abruptly, Will found himself staring into a pair of exotic, deep black pools looking back at him, as a strangely dressed whore sat on his lap, putting her arms around his neck. “You look lonely, love. What’s troubling you? Perhaps I can help. Nobody should be as lonely as you appear, looking as nice as you do.”
Will looked her over. He noticed that she was wearing men’s clothes, and they were much too big for her. “Are you a’right? You’re not dressed in the ‘usual way.’”
“I don’t know where my clothes are. I had to make due. You could buy me some, eh love?” She looked deeper into his eyes.
He looked at her a bit closer. The trinkets in her hair were tinkling softly as she shifted her position on him. They looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite remember in his drunken state. “Wha’s your name?”
“You can call me anything you wish, love.”
“Y’know, you might jus’ be wha’ the doctor ordered. So I’ll call you ‘Doc.’”
“Your choice, love.”
He picked the girl up in his arms and carried her out to the applause, catcalls and whistles from the other clientele.
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Carrying Doc all the way back to the smithy (he only fell down once but dropped her twice), Will opened the door, and brought her inside to set her down on the bed in his room. “How much?”
She looked at him, not comprehending.
“How much for your time?”
“Oh. Five Shillings? Does that sound ok?”
“Soun’s like a deal.” He fished them out and gave them to her. She put them in the little pouch she’d taken from the man she’d killed. She started to undress. Will couldn’t help but watch as she pulled her shirt off. Even as large as it was on her, she was able to shed it in a MOST seductive way, the hard, brown nipples of her small, firm breasts peeking at him at first, then staring sensuously at him in full view. Will found himself getting hard just watching her!
It wasn’t that Will would usually purchase favors with the whores of the town. In fact, he wasn’t sure why he brought this one home, as he’d never done that before. But she was different, he could tell. She wasn’t dressed like a whore, and she looked like a native from the Americas. She was probably a runaway slave, but if so, she wasn’t acting like one.
However, he was drunk, so he wasn’t as interested in placing her as perhaps he would on a “normal night.” Normal…as if getting drunk at night wasn’t “normal” for him lately. He removed his shirt, and sat down to take off his shoes.
Doc had already removed the rest of her clothes, and laid them next to the bed. As Will slid his breeches down, he noticed her watching him. He smiled at her, and she invited him onto the bed with a pat next to her. He climbed into bed, snuggling up next to her, nibbling and licking her ear while his other hand explored her breasts. They were very firm, and his breath hitched as he cupped her breast in his hand, her hard nipple between two of his fingers.
At first, she just lay there, allowing him to explore her body. But shortly thereafter, as he suckled at her nipple, cupping her breast in one hand and his other on her mound, she mewled softly and started to move into his ministrations. Thus encouraged, he moved his thumb to her clit and started massaging and tugging the nub between thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan and raise her hips looking for more.
Will smiled, and began worshipping her body with his tongue and one hand; his other hand planted firmly on her mound, making her wet. He finally made his way down to her womanhood and started suckling her clit as he sent two fingers into her. She bucked wildly, a moan torn from her lips as she came hard.
Doc almost fell asleep from the energy ripped from her from the orgasm, but she pulled Will’s head toward hers, breaking his contact with her sex and helped him position himself for entrance. He pushed forward gently, and she moaned slightly; she wasn’t completely healed from being raped, but she wasn’t going to tell a paying customer. She started to rock her hips up and down slowly, and Will began to move with her. She reached up and played with his nipples, causing him to moan.
However, all of a sudden, he fairly collapsed on her, unconscious. She pulled one of his eyelids open. /Drunk. Oh well. I’ll earn the money in the morning./ She rolled him off of her and cuddled, falling asleep fairly quickly.
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TBC
A/N: Never forget to feed the starving writer. I starve for reviews...critiques...flames...PLEEEEZE? Hit that REVIEW button and tell me what you think!
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention. / and * are used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene or perspective changes, and elapsed time.
Summary: When checking out a port he’d never seen before, Jack runs into the WRONG woman. G/B, N/C, M/F, J/W, Slash, Lemon.
A/N: Let me know how you like it.
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Chapter 1 – Of Drunks and Ladies
The drunken sailor wandered aimlessly through the alleys of Port Royal, hoping to find a cheap enough whore, as he was almost out of money but didn’t want to go back to the ship yet. He hiccupped and tripped in the mud, falling into a rain barrel between the buildings. He started picking himself up, then noticed a pair of legs lying behind the barrel. They were decidedly feminine, and quite bare. He licked his lips, smiling. He crawled to the pair of legs, and his eyebrows raised to the heavens. There was a girl attached to them; petite and beautiful. She was around 5’ tall and maybe 6 stone dripping wet, which she was. Her skin was extremely tanned, and she certainly didn’t look like a whore. Her braided hair the glossy black of a raven’s wing, braided and full of trinkets, and quite muddy. /Must be a red skin from the Americas. Prob’ly a slave./ She was naked as the day she was born. He touched her to see if she were dead, but she was still warm. He turned her face to look at it, seeing just how becoming she truly was. /Maybe I’ll take her home and keep her. Nah. Whoever owns her will miss this one./ He maneuvered her on her back and took down his breeches enough to pull his manhood out. He tugged on it a couple of times, making it hard enough for entry, then positioned himself above her and started pushing himself into her. He’d gotten less than two inches inside, when he felt resistance. /A virgin!/ He almost spilled at just the thought! He’d never had one, but he’d heard stories…
She woke up as he started to push past her maidenhead, her eyes wide in shock and surprise. She tried to get away; he grabbed her and forced himself into her hard, making her scream. She tried to paw at him, to search him for a weapon, but he backhanded her, and she lay quiet, shocked and horrified at what he was doing. He plunged into her again and again, with no consideration for what she was going through. To him, she was but a hot hole to fill, and fill it he did. He came hard and fast, her tightness forcing him to greater heights than he was used to. When he was spent, he lay heavily on top of her, breathless. She moved a hand to his side, finally finding a dagger, pulled it from the scabbard on his belt, and stabbed upwards into the back of his neck, embedding the blade deep in his brain.
She tried to throw him off of her, but his weight was too much and she failed miserably. She squirmed around in the mud, finally wriggling out from under the corpse of the dead man. She looked down at herself, seeing the mud all over her body and hair, and the blood running down her legs, her eyes wide in surprise and horror. She looked at the dead man at her feet, and got down to business stripping his clothes off, starting with his boots and moving upward. She dunked her head in the rain barrel, quickly rinsed herself off, and wrung out her hair, the trinkets making a tinkling sound as she did so. Then she rinsed out the clothes of the dead man, making sure all the blood was out of the shirt. It took forever as far as she was concerned, but at least she was now clothed. Then she looked at her rapist and grinned wickedly. She rolled him over, grunting with the difficulty of it, took hold of his manhood and cut it off. She opened his mouth and shoved it in, then patted his cheek. She walked out of the alley and saw a sign: The Boar’s Head Tavern. /I’m in Port Royal. I don’t think I was in Port Royal before…/ Before what? She just couldn’t remember. She couldn’t remember anything before being so rudely awakened by that freeloader. /Freeloader? Ah, I must be a whore. I guess that explains my state of dress, or undress as it were… Well, I’d better get to earnin’ a livin’ then./ She walked into the tavern. As she entered, heads turned toward her, and the men fairly dumped the whores off of their laps to run over to her. They’d never seen a red skinned whore before and wanted to try one. /Well, when given a choice, always pick the best quality. Now, who should it be?/ She looked over the men trying to win her attention and noticed that they were all rather foul. Then she noticed someone who looked like he needed a companion.
* - * - *
The man in the corner booth seemed to barely notice her. He nursed his mug and sulked. He had soft brown hair, long eyelashes, and a pout that could drive women wild in its innocence. His name was Will Turner, and he was depressed. His true love had left him, declaring that though she loved him, her father stated that Will was beneath her station and she was being forcing to marry Norrington after all, and Jack Sparrow, the exotic pirate who helped him save her had sailed away. He’d been thinking about the mysterious Captain a lot lately, and not just as a friend, which made him feel embarrassed and rather dirty. He’d been in the tavern drinking for hours; this was his sixth rum, and he wasn’t feeling much of anything at the moment.
Quite abruptly, Will found himself staring into a pair of exotic, deep black pools looking back at him, as a strangely dressed whore sat on his lap, putting her arms around his neck. “You look lonely, love. What’s troubling you? Perhaps I can help. Nobody should be as lonely as you appear, looking as nice as you do.”
Will looked her over. He noticed that she was wearing men’s clothes, and they were much too big for her. “Are you a’right? You’re not dressed in the ‘usual way.’”
“I don’t know where my clothes are. I had to make due. You could buy me some, eh love?” She looked deeper into his eyes.
He looked at her a bit closer. The trinkets in her hair were tinkling softly as she shifted her position on him. They looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite remember in his drunken state. “Wha’s your name?”
“You can call me anything you wish, love.”
“Y’know, you might jus’ be wha’ the doctor ordered. So I’ll call you ‘Doc.’”
“Your choice, love.”
He picked the girl up in his arms and carried her out to the applause, catcalls and whistles from the other clientele.
* - * - *
Carrying Doc all the way back to the smithy (he only fell down once but dropped her twice), Will opened the door, and brought her inside to set her down on the bed in his room. “How much?”
She looked at him, not comprehending.
“How much for your time?”
“Oh. Five Shillings? Does that sound ok?”
“Soun’s like a deal.” He fished them out and gave them to her. She put them in the little pouch she’d taken from the man she’d killed. She started to undress. Will couldn’t help but watch as she pulled her shirt off. Even as large as it was on her, she was able to shed it in a MOST seductive way, the hard, brown nipples of her small, firm breasts peeking at him at first, then staring sensuously at him in full view. Will found himself getting hard just watching her!
It wasn’t that Will would usually purchase favors with the whores of the town. In fact, he wasn’t sure why he brought this one home, as he’d never done that before. But she was different, he could tell. She wasn’t dressed like a whore, and she looked like a native from the Americas. She was probably a runaway slave, but if so, she wasn’t acting like one.
However, he was drunk, so he wasn’t as interested in placing her as perhaps he would on a “normal night.” Normal…as if getting drunk at night wasn’t “normal” for him lately. He removed his shirt, and sat down to take off his shoes.
Doc had already removed the rest of her clothes, and laid them next to the bed. As Will slid his breeches down, he noticed her watching him. He smiled at her, and she invited him onto the bed with a pat next to her. He climbed into bed, snuggling up next to her, nibbling and licking her ear while his other hand explored her breasts. They were very firm, and his breath hitched as he cupped her breast in his hand, her hard nipple between two of his fingers.
At first, she just lay there, allowing him to explore her body. But shortly thereafter, as he suckled at her nipple, cupping her breast in one hand and his other on her mound, she mewled softly and started to move into his ministrations. Thus encouraged, he moved his thumb to her clit and started massaging and tugging the nub between thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan and raise her hips looking for more.
Will smiled, and began worshipping her body with his tongue and one hand; his other hand planted firmly on her mound, making her wet. He finally made his way down to her womanhood and started suckling her clit as he sent two fingers into her. She bucked wildly, a moan torn from her lips as she came hard.
Doc almost fell asleep from the energy ripped from her from the orgasm, but she pulled Will’s head toward hers, breaking his contact with her sex and helped him position himself for entrance. He pushed forward gently, and she moaned slightly; she wasn’t completely healed from being raped, but she wasn’t going to tell a paying customer. She started to rock her hips up and down slowly, and Will began to move with her. She reached up and played with his nipples, causing him to moan.
However, all of a sudden, he fairly collapsed on her, unconscious. She pulled one of his eyelids open. /Drunk. Oh well. I’ll earn the money in the morning./ She rolled him off of her and cuddled, falling asleep fairly quickly.
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TBC
A/N: Never forget to feed the starving writer. I starve for reviews...critiques...flames...PLEEEEZE? Hit that REVIEW button and tell me what you think!