The Maiden's Lament

“I see you took your hat back.” Daz said, noting the hat back on Jack’s head. Jack shrugged and walked towards Daz. She reached under her pillow, but felt nothing but the sheets beneath. She looked accusingly at Jack, who dangled the pistol from his long thin finger. Dazmorah’s eyes glazed over at the thought of that finger, what it could do to her, had done.... She pursed her lips and sat up against the wall in her bed.
“So now what, Captain?” She asked. Jack sat down in a chair next to the bed, setting the pistol in his lap. Dazmorah knew better than to rush for the gun; Jack was deceptively quick.
“Well, for starters, you’re going to release my crew and declare us allies.” He said. Dazmorah nodded, though she’d known this from when she first captured the mighty ship. Jack had helped her install the Lament’s brig-bars; no doubt he’d left himself an opening somewhere for just such an occasion. She grinned inwardly at the captain’s innate cleverness.
“What else?” She asked, and regretted that her voice had taken on a husky tone. Jack took a deep breath, and Dazmorah noticed his own anxiety. So its not just me, she thought. Taking advantage of the situation, she crawled towards the captain, knowing that he had a good view of her breasts through the low neckline of her chemise. Jack swallowed audibly, and Dazmorah smiled.
“I was wondering why you happened to have coconut rum on your ship at the samme yme you were traveling through my territory…” She nodded towards a cabinet on the floor. Jack opened the cabinet and withdrew the bottle of rum, still more than half full.
“Always was your favorite, Daz.. I’d never forget that.” He said, taking a swig from the bottle. He handed the bottle to Daz, who took a drink from it and then set it on her nightstand. She frowned.
“You remember such things, and yet.. I still remember one day when I woke up handcuffed to the bed.”
“You like to be dominated.”
“With all my money gone.”
“Money is such a material thing, Daz..”
“And my favorite little boat gone from the harbor.”
“Leaky little dingy, that. Barely got me to the docks at Port Royale.”
“Three years, Jack. We were married, happily, for three years, and then, at one mention of your Pearl, you rush ond lnd leave me like there was nothing between us.”
Jack was stunned to see actual tears glistening in Dazmorah’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, Daz. I never meant to really hurt you.” He said, his voice surprisingly serious and gentle. Daz wiped away the tears with a shirtsleeve, and then looked coyly over at Jack.
“Well, I know a way you can make it up to me.” The lady-captain said, leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Jack grinned lewdly and set the pistol on the table.
“You always were a benevolent soul, Daz.” He said, and jumped on her.
The bed creaked as Jack struggled to shed his clothes and fondle Dazmorah’s generous breasts at the same time. Daz giggled drunkenly and helped him out, unbuttoning his shirt while he slipped his hands under her chemise, feeling her soft skin beneath. Dazmorah shivered at his rough, cold touch, but held back a moan as Jack found the soft flesh of her breasts and began to rub and knead them, teasing her nipples to stiff arousal. Dazmorah could feel Jack’s own arousal grinding against her hip, and after she unbuttoned and discarded his shirt, she reached down and rubbed the large bulge erotically with her palm. Jack made an amusing groan, and began to nibble on Dazmorah’s ear, tickling her with his stubble. Dazmorah moaned for a moment at the combined work on her ear and breasts, and then reached down Jack’s pants and deftly wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She marveled momentarily at the size and feel of the captain’s cock. Though she’d seen it and touched it and done so much with and to it, she never grew tired of the feel of it; like hot steel covered in velvet. Her body burning with desire, Dazmorah frantically pulled at Jack’s pants until they came down. As his dick sprang free of confinement, Jack moaned and bit Dazmorah on the neck harshly. Daz wasn’t hurt by this; in fact shed always enjoyed it rough. The bite excited her even more, and suddenly her shirt felt very confining. Jack seemed to read her mind, slipping the chemise over Daz’s head. Then, looking up at Daz’s flushed face, Jack smiled and kissed her neck, then her shoulder, collarbone. He kissed between her breasts, and then wrapped his skilled tongue around aff, ff, nip nipple, and began to suck. Dazmorah pressed his head to her chest, craning her head back at the sensations that wracked her body. She soon remembered Jack’s member, straining against her covered opening, and managed to pull down her own breeches. She kicked off the last bit of clothing joyously and spread her legs for her lover. Jack continued to suckle at her breasts until Daz once again grabbed hold of his dick, pulling it gently towards her aching entrance. Jack understood and, with an erotic thrust, slid slickly into Dazmorah’s warmth. Dazmorah threw her head back; only Jack could ever fill her like this. She wrapped her legs around Jack’s waist as he began to pump, in and out of her at a steady rhythm. Daz leaned towards him and kissed him deeply, tongues searching, exploring. Daz noted with familiarity that Jack’s tongue tasted like sea-salt, and sucked on it willfully. Jack ran his hands up and down Daz’s sides, and then one pressed into the bed, as the other slid down between her legs and raked her clit. Dazmorah’s cried into Jack’s mouth, her nails digging heatedly into the captain’s back. Jack ran his lithe fingers around her clit as he pumped into her, his cock beginning to vibrate with arousal within her. Dazmorah lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. The only sounds were the creaking of the bed- Dazmorah didn’t care if the whole world heard them fucking- and the slick sounds of their union, Jack’s cock sliding into Daz’s wet entrance. Jack began grunting in effort, and Daz knew the end was coming. Wrapping her arms around Jack’s neck, she leaned in close and nipped at his ear, thrusting into his thrusts, and tingling at the attention he was paying to her sensitive nub. Jack knew the signal and increased his speed, banging into Dazmorah as hard and fast as he could. Dazmorah’s breasts jiggled with the exhertion, and she cried out at each thrust. Finally, the heat rose up ove overtook the lady-captain, riding her into ecstasy with a primal scream. Immediately after, Jack pumped powerfully a few more times as Dazmorah’s orgasm ended, and then roared as his peaked, spilling his heat into her with a low growl.
Jack rolled over to Daz’s side, wrapping his arms around her. He remembered with surprising accuracy and even more surprising regret the times when they had lain this way every night. He could feel Dazmorah’s heavy breathing slow in front of him, and felt her body go limp, deep in sleep. He kissed her neck and fell asleep beside her