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The Power of Love
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,353
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Old Friends Revisited
Reviews:
Sunset20: Hehe it’s not so bad, just until you’ve read…No, no that’s not true, it’ll be bad! Muahahaha
Hell_on_earth: Quite alright darling, just get healthy again, story isn’t going to run away!
Chapter 2: Old friends revisited.
As Jack stood before the little shack, he sighed, then entered, looking at the enigmatic voodoo lady, sitting at her table.
She rose near immediately, speaking to him of memories of the past before her fingers deftly moved to unbutton his shirt.
In the midst, he stopped her, “I know ye missed me luv, but I need your help in other areas. I need to find the chest of Davy Jones, save myself, I can’t die, I’m not ready to yet…and his lockers aren’t any better.”
She frowned, “The compass I gave you cannot take you to this?”
He blushed, she laughed, “Hmm Jack Sparrow doesn’t know what him wants”
Jack gave a toothy smile, “I know what I want… it’s just not what I should be wanting”
Tia laughed again, “In love are you Jack? Well well well… I can help you, but I require payment”
Jack nodded, “I failed to bring any, I was, in a hurry, as it were”
Tia frowned, then smirked, “I know of one thing”
As Jack looked at her in question, she laughed, “You… make love to me again Jack, as you have in the past, and I will help you find the chest”
With a frown, Jack nodded his agreement, picking up the wench and laying her down on her table after clearing it with one quick sweep of the arm.
Moving up her dress he smiled, his hands squeezing her voluptuous breasts, his voice deep, raw, “Mmm so eager, aren’t you Tia?”
The voodoo lady just moaned in reply, her claw-like fingernails digging into his flesh as he drove himself into her with a primal passion she loved.
As Tia moaned his name, he arched into her, thrusting hard and deep while she mewled in delight.
A soft chant of gasps was all that Jack knew to mean she had found her release, and indeed, then her muscles clenched around his cock, milking him, causing him to moan low as he emptied himself.
He steadied himself and smirked, “Still got it”
Tia sat up, a satisfied smile on her lips, “Aye indeed, now, let me help you as you have me Jack”
Then, she threw her crab claws up into the air, watching them fall to her table in the shape of a particular island, “Go there, you will find both the chest and your loved one, in random order. Now go”
Jack smiled some, “Thank you luv, but ..I was hoping for something to keep me save…as well, til I’ve found it, that is”
As she walked off, Jack swiped some rings from the table, then smiled, pretending innocence when she returned, handing him a jar of dirt.
Jack accepted it, but raised a sceptic eyebrow, “Dirt… This is a jar of dirt”
Tia Dalma gave a nod, not understanding the point, “Yes?”
Jack tilted his head to the side then, “Is… the jar of dirt going to help?”
She sighed, stepping to him, “If you don’t wants it, give it back”
Jack frowned, clinging to the jar of dirt, “No!”
She smiled, satisfied, “Then it helps”
With a curt nod, he bowed to her, “A pleasure as always luv, great doin’ business with you”
She smiled, nodded and watched him go.
TBC…
Sunset20: Hehe it’s not so bad, just until you’ve read…No, no that’s not true, it’ll be bad! Muahahaha
Hell_on_earth: Quite alright darling, just get healthy again, story isn’t going to run away!
Chapter 2: Old friends revisited.
As Jack stood before the little shack, he sighed, then entered, looking at the enigmatic voodoo lady, sitting at her table.
She rose near immediately, speaking to him of memories of the past before her fingers deftly moved to unbutton his shirt.
In the midst, he stopped her, “I know ye missed me luv, but I need your help in other areas. I need to find the chest of Davy Jones, save myself, I can’t die, I’m not ready to yet…and his lockers aren’t any better.”
She frowned, “The compass I gave you cannot take you to this?”
He blushed, she laughed, “Hmm Jack Sparrow doesn’t know what him wants”
Jack gave a toothy smile, “I know what I want… it’s just not what I should be wanting”
Tia laughed again, “In love are you Jack? Well well well… I can help you, but I require payment”
Jack nodded, “I failed to bring any, I was, in a hurry, as it were”
Tia frowned, then smirked, “I know of one thing”
As Jack looked at her in question, she laughed, “You… make love to me again Jack, as you have in the past, and I will help you find the chest”
With a frown, Jack nodded his agreement, picking up the wench and laying her down on her table after clearing it with one quick sweep of the arm.
Moving up her dress he smiled, his hands squeezing her voluptuous breasts, his voice deep, raw, “Mmm so eager, aren’t you Tia?”
The voodoo lady just moaned in reply, her claw-like fingernails digging into his flesh as he drove himself into her with a primal passion she loved.
As Tia moaned his name, he arched into her, thrusting hard and deep while she mewled in delight.
A soft chant of gasps was all that Jack knew to mean she had found her release, and indeed, then her muscles clenched around his cock, milking him, causing him to moan low as he emptied himself.
He steadied himself and smirked, “Still got it”
Tia sat up, a satisfied smile on her lips, “Aye indeed, now, let me help you as you have me Jack”
Then, she threw her crab claws up into the air, watching them fall to her table in the shape of a particular island, “Go there, you will find both the chest and your loved one, in random order. Now go”
Jack smiled some, “Thank you luv, but ..I was hoping for something to keep me save…as well, til I’ve found it, that is”
As she walked off, Jack swiped some rings from the table, then smiled, pretending innocence when she returned, handing him a jar of dirt.
Jack accepted it, but raised a sceptic eyebrow, “Dirt… This is a jar of dirt”
Tia Dalma gave a nod, not understanding the point, “Yes?”
Jack tilted his head to the side then, “Is… the jar of dirt going to help?”
She sighed, stepping to him, “If you don’t wants it, give it back”
Jack frowned, clinging to the jar of dirt, “No!”
She smiled, satisfied, “Then it helps”
With a curt nod, he bowed to her, “A pleasure as always luv, great doin’ business with you”
She smiled, nodded and watched him go.
TBC…