The Tolling of the Bell

Author: Pilgrim
Title: Tolling of the Bell
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine (god damn them to hell!) Before anyone asks yes, Oria is mine, who else could have thought up such a creature?
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Chapter 1 – Heat and Silence

Jack leapt through his frantic retelling, the area cleared to allow him room to jump through the various physical displays of the tale, often involving the random flailing of his cutlass and flintlock. He was empowered by the awed gasps and cries at the adventures that came to life in people’s minds and eyes with his enrapturing words and prancing actions. “And so, our tale comes to an end with Davy Jones being reunited with his heart and me with my bonny lass and the world once again at rights.” His gaze rested on Oria with a cock-eyed grin, she merely smiled up sweetly.

“That wasn’t the end,” She whispered cutting through the silence that had fallen sharply and rose smoothly, “I believe that this was.” Oria wrapped her arms around him and crushed him to her, lips colliding passionately. Jack quickly recovered from the surprise of the spontaneous act, gripping her hips tightly and tugging her closer. The pirates began to cheer and cat-call at the display, their voices rising in volume with amusement at the spectacle.

Slowly the pair faded back into reality neither entirely willing to release the other but aware that nothing more could occur while in this present environment unless they decided on a further public display. “I think we might need a room.” Oria murmured as quietly as possible her eyes dilated and breathing quickened. Jack nodded curtly with equal haste and clasped her hand tightly as he barged his way through to the tavern owner evoking more cat calls and whistles.

“Room.” The man tossed a key over and held his hand out for a couple of coins. Oria dug in her pocket and tossed two pieces of silver into his palm before being dragged up the back steps to the rooms by an impatient Jack, the key dangling from his fingertips. “How many bloody steps are there in this place? Feels like we’ve been going on forever.” Jack complained with a scowl at the offending steps but not slowing his jogging pace. Oria stumbled up behind him, stopping swiftly and almost causing him to fall back down at the dead weight, she pointed at a well-concealed door a couple of steps below them.

“I think we’ve gone right past it.” She proclaimed in amusement at his impatience as Jack swiftly about-turned and dragged her back down. Slamming the key into the lock and brushing the door open, Oria all but tossed into the room in his haste as he fought to re-lock the door and prevent any unwanted intrusions or rather to be more accurate, intrusions full stop. The lock slid home with a satisfying clunk after a few seconds of valiant struggling with the rusty bolt. Jack spun once more on his heel and grinned predatorily before almost pouncing.

Clothes were hastily tossed aside, considered nothing more than a hindrance in urgency as heated skin sought heated skin. They tumbled to the bed in a mess of tangled limbs and enflaming whispers of words. The brush of fingertips over familiar sensitive points of flesh was igniting searing flames which ripped down veins on rapid waves of adrenaline and lust. “Jack stop teasing.” Oria accused as he nipped at her collarbone playfully, hands running riot over already sensitive skin causing her to squirm as if in pain.

“Fine.” He proclaimed but instead of sating the ache he disappeared down to the end of the bed. Oria sat up in disbelief her mouth agape in surprise; he was sat on the edge of the bed wriggling slightly in an attempt to control himself. She swiftly moved behind him pressing herself against his back, kissing his shoulder as she reached around to clasp him firmly in her hand. His hand grasped her wrist tightly before she could move it and tugged her around to straddle his lap. Oria moved without question to sit on his thighs a curious tilt of her eyebrow indicating her confusion. His fingers entwined themselves in her hair pulling her lips down to his.

One hand slowly trailed down away from her neck, brushing over her breast and caressing the nipple gently before travelling lower and tickling down the smooth plane of her stomach and over the light ripple of the three scars. She wriggled in anticipation as the butterfly soft touches graced her thigh and trailed slowly inwards. Jack had that all knowing grin on his face, watching her lips as she licked them in expectation. Oria instantly damned the man for knowing far too much and was tempted to get up and leave just to see his reaction. At least she would have been tempted had Jack’s fingers not finally reached their destination and cancelled out any rebellious thoughts.

Oria clung to him as the tips of his fingers grazed over her core, rippling several waves of pleasure though her very soul. “Jack, that’s not fair.” Oria gasped between tremors, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Jack nipped at her bottom lip, drawing her inward star seeing gaze back to him. He still had that smug look on his face, he knew full well what he could get away with and it excluded nothing when she was this close. At moment’s like these that smug look was well placed he thought, this was the one arena he could best her in.

“Ride me.” He whispered huskily in between butterfly kisses one hand resting on the small of her back holding her closer, his fingers still inside her till he had her unquestioning consent. This was something new, something no whore would have taught her and was unbelievably thrilling to him, he was finally able to teach her something new and not be surprised by anything she could do.

Slowly he crooked his fingers when she failed to respond; with a lust filled cry she nodded her head to his request.

“Fine, anything as long as you stop teasing.” Oria complained without any real complaining tone behind it, pouting slightly at the removal of the pleasurable fingers.

Oria rose just enough to allow him to enter her, her eyes sliding closed as a ripple of content teased up her spine. Jack watching with a cheeky grin as she slowly began to move, “Stop looking at me like that. This was your stupid idea.” She whispered accusingly, arching her back with a soft moan at the tingle of shooting pleasure her nails raking lightly down his chest. Jack merely smiled more broadly and lowered one hand to her hip, grasping tightly and encouraging a faster pace. Oria whimpered, unaccustomed to this new role and the strange intensity of having control over pace, angle and everything it seemed. It swam to her head in dizzying proportions intensifying every sensation ten fold.

Jack merely sat quietly fighting the instinct to take control, transfixed by the goddess in his lap. Taking her pleasure from him and whispering his name so beautifully every few seconds. She shuddered slightly as the pressure and tendrils of heat built and picked up a faster pace, Jack brushed his lips over her breast teasingly causing another gasp to fall from her lips and another increase in pace as the heat built to volcanic proportions.

Oria glared at him accusingly, especially annoyed at his over-confident smile and the stupid effect it was having on her, damn the man and damn that smile. She trembled as his hands grasped her hips tighter in an attempt to regain some control. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to take her harder and faster than he had ever before with anyone or slow her to make the moment last. She kissed him pleadingly, desperate to be sent over the crest. “Jack,” She pleaded while hating herself for doing so. He smirked against her lips, one hand trailing lower to rub a thumb over her clit. She jerked against him with a cry, causing a curse to fall from his lips at the stars in his vision from the sudden movement and pressure from her constricting body.

“Do that again and I’ll have no choice but to take you on my terms.” He growled in mock threat, Oria smiled shakily before tensing as the first wave began to crest. Her body convulsed around him once more as she cried his name quietly. Jack gripped tighter on her hip determined not to come yet but she was making it damn near impossible with the intensity, just the sight of her would have been enough.

He lost it, pushing her back onto the bed and urging her legs higher giving him deeper access to his desire. Her hands soothing the red lines made from her nails raking over his chest before as he sought his own release, his lips kissing any inch of flesh he could find heatedly.

He cried loudly as he came, pressing his head against her shoulder tightly, his hips surging against hers with bruising force before coming to a gradual stop. Jack tumbled off her and led panting on the bed, after a couple of seconds a warm arm wrapped itself across his chest and a body pressed close to his side. “I love you.” Oria whispered against his ear, slowly he responded as his vision cleared and sense came back to his muddled mind.

“I love you too.” He slurred, half with the residue of drunkenness and half with weariness as he dragged her closer, a lazy arm draping itself around her waist in return ensuring that she would still be there in the morning.

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Dawn rose slowly, bathing the small Tortuga tavern room in crimsons and gold’s that dazzled the eye. Oria frowned contemplating her current life which seemed to have been set in sharp relief against the dawn. Everything was so simple, so easy, nothing seemed impossible, as if they rode the crest of the wave that removed every obstruction from their path. There was no need for planning, no need for destruction or chaos; it was as if the very elements of her past life were forbidden in this idyllic setting.

Oria sat silently with her legs folded beneath her on the end of the bed. Her eyes were on the gilded ocean in the distance just visible over the crest of the wooden windowsill and silhouettes of fronds from the beach palms. Jack stirred behind her, stretching lazily before sitting up and attempting to drag her back down. Oria wriggled free from his grasp and slipped from the bed. “Come on, the Pearl will be ready to sail now and the crew will be beginning to forget which ship they belong to. We’ve been here for over a week,” Oria chided with a faint grin, her thoughts swiftly banished in favour of toying with Jack.

“Ah, but what a week!” Jack cried enthusiastically, “Plenty of food, rum and of course pleasurable company.” He teased with a wink before rising from the bed. Oria tugged her various articles of clothing on, pulling her belt tightly about her hips before leaning against the wall by the window and watching the sun finish its final pyrotechnic display of the morning. Jack joined her a few seconds later, fully clothed and watched the golden glow dim and become more watery as it played over the ripples of the ocean. “What are you thinking of?” He whispered, casting a curious side-ways glance in her direction.

Oria sighed and shifted slightly, “Everything,” she whispered, feeling the tingle of warmth on her cheeks as the sun began to bathe them as it rose into the azure sky. Slowly she shifted from her mindset of memories and thoughts and graced him with a reassuring smile. Not ready to share her thoughts with anyone, she didn’t really want to hear them herself, yet they rose unbidden like the tentacles of the Kraken and clung as tightly.