Taming A Dragon

Author: Pilgrim
Title: Taming A Dragon
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine although that shouldn’t be much in this fan fiction.
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Chapter 19 - Changing Course

Oria awoke slowly aware instantly of the strange feeling of an arm about her waist and the distinct heat of another body very close to her own. Her eyes opened to be greeted by the still slumbering features of Jack, a small grin lit her face, she couldn’t help it and that little voice was purring, very content with its’ lot in life. The once louder voice of reason, demand, logic and revenge was screaming at her angrily and stamping its’ feet but it was so far on the horizon she could barely hear it.

That was when she knew she was in trouble, to abandon instinct was not good, somehow she would have to get a balance in between the two, reinvent herself, she wasn’t ready to give up Jack just yet. Davy Jones floated in front of her face, scattering the content feelings instantly, now she had two reasons to get that plan in motion, easing herself out of his grasp she slipped out of the bed and dragged her boots back on before taking a last glance back and heading up top. Bootstrap was stood at the helm; he smiled when he saw her approach.

“New co-ordinates. Fast as you can.” Bootstrap looked at the small piece of parchment she was holding out to him.

“Captains’ orders?” Oria nodded.

“Aye.” He took the parchment and began shouting commands all over the ship, the crew leapt to work, he watched as Oria disappeared back into the cabin. Once back in the dark room she sat cross-legged on the desk and waited for him to wake up. Five minutes later he began to stir, his hand searching the bed for something, he sat up sharply when he didn’t find what he was looking for. His eyes lighted on her and he gave a sigh of relief before slumping back and rubbing his eyes.

“Had me worried for a moment then. Thought you’d abandoned me.” She smiled slightly.

“You present me with a problem Sparrow.” Jack sat up again with a cocky grin.

“Oh? And what problem would that be?” Oria watched as he stood up and changed his shirt, she watched quietly for a few seconds as he covered up the smooth muscles once again. Clasping her hands together to stop her fingers from twitching in longing to touch.

“Do I or do I not inform you of my plans?” Jack stalked over to the desk.

“What plans might they be?” He grasped her hips and pulled sharply till she was just sat on the edge, her feet touching the floor either side of his. Oria didn’t look at all startled, though both her hands were now resting behind her in support, she continued regardless.

“About Davy Jones.” He stepped closer in between her legs till their hips were touching; Oria smiled and tilted her head to gaze up at him sideways.

“What about him?” Jack lowered his head to ravish all too ready lips, she pushed him away.

“You have to listen to this Jack. I know how to destroy him, I can get you free.” Jack paused.

“Get me free?” He was listening now, this was interesting, no servitude on the Flying Dutchman sounded very good, “How?”

“That’s what we’re going to find out now. I’ve changed the ships’ course; we’re heading for Tia Dalma’s hut. She can tell you everything you need to know.” Jack nodded.

“Good, then there’s nothing we can do till we get there, I’m sure Bootstrap can manage the ship for a few hours.” He stepped back close, his voice low and barely above a whisper, “I have much more… pressing matters than guiding a ship.” Oria smiled slightly and leaned into the contact, her hand wrapping round the back of his neck to bring his lips to hers, the other still slightly behind her supporting her weight. Jacks’ hands split one holding her lips to his in a similar manner the other grasping her hip tightly keeping it in contact with his own tightly. He could feel the smile against his lips.

“I want you.” He groaned slightly, such small words, such a massive impact, his grip tightened perceptibly, he was pretty sure there would be bruises, if not for a few days then a few hours.

“Not here.” Unwillingly he pulled away from her touch and dragged her from the desk towards the bed, he froze when he felt her fingers tugging his shirt up and tracing lightly over his stomach. The muscles tightened at the light touch and more heat pooled in his belly, threatening to sink lower and take over. He grasped her wrists and dragged them away, “I need some control or it’s going to hurt a hell of a lot more then necessary ‘cos I won’t be able to restrain myself.”

She nodded slightly and helped him tug the shirt off followed swiftly by her own. It was almost like looking in a mirror, the same muscles that rippled beneath his slightly paler skin ran beneath her own golden skin but more fluidly, like water under liquid gold. Of course, the major difference was the breasts, the exercise and tone of her had reduced them, his hand ran over one, it fitted in his palm perfectly and sent a jolt straight through him, the jolt increased when her fingers started on his belt, swiftly followed by his britches.

Too much adrenaline was running through his veins, his fingers were all thumbs as they attempted to unfasten the smaller laces on her britches. Oria’s fingers brushed his away and calmly unfastened her own pushing the material down and away to land somewhere near his own discarded items. She lowered herself to the bed and dragged him after her; Jack couldn’t keep the grin off his face, how long had he been waiting for this to happen.

Nine months, approximately, he counted, from the moment he had laid eyes on her, perhaps then it had only been for the sake of desire but now it was something deeper, something he had no control over. His knee pushed her thighs apart and he lay between them, directly over her, his erection pressed between them relieving some of the aching longing. The battle for dominance over tongues commenced swiftly and hands trailed everywhere mapping out new touches and sensations.

Jacks’ fingers brushed over the three slight grooves of her scars; reminding him of the power and history behind her, he knew he stood no chance against her should she choose to change her attitude. He smiled again this time with pride; he was willing to bet no one else had got this close without losing their life or several limbs. All coherent thought stopped as her fingers grazed between them and over his over-sensitized member. His hips jerked slightly against hers, she gave the slightest gasp at the jolt of white hot pleasure it sent up her spine.

“Please Jack.” So sweet a plea from one so fiery couldn’t be refused, he eased his weight up from her slight frame and rested his hands on her hips positioning himself just brushing her wet warmth. He could see in her eyes she was as far gone as him, he couldn’t wait any more, there was too much temptation but he had to be sure.

“Are you sure? You know it can’t be undone.” She nodded quietly.

“I know, I want you.” Jack didn’t need any more confirmation and slowly began to enter till he felt the slight pressure against his intrusion. One hand released her hip and gently cupped the back of her head, she leaned forwards slightly to meet him half-way. He kissed her carefully; Oria returned the gesture and wrapped one arm about his neck holding him close as if he was an anchor.

“I’m sorry.” He flexed his hips as gently as he could and felt the barrier give way, she winced against his lips and gave the slightest of shudders, he groaned as he sank up to the hilt into her warmth. Any movement and he would come undone; shots of pain mixed with pleasure ran over Orias’ body as she grew accustomed to the new sensation, the stretching and fullness.

She watched as Jacks’ breathing slowed slightly as he regained some control over himself, the slightest smirk crept over her features as she tightened all of her lower muscles. His breath hitched at the increased sensations running up his nerves like a wild fire and he met her eyes in surprise.

“Just because this is a first doesn’t mean I don’t know a thing or two.” Jack groaned as she tightened again and jerked his hips in response, she bit her lip as stars glittered behind her eyes, “Don’t stop.” He smirked slightly and began to move slowly, the stars being mirrored in his own minds’ eye.

It didn’t take long to build up the pace, a natural primal rhythm falling into place, both unaware, too overtaken by the fires boiling their blood. Oria shifted her legs to wrap about his hips, her back arching as he reached new depths and a place that sent rivers of white hot heat and pleasure racing to every pinnacle of her being, it pushed her over the edge with a quiet cry.

Jack captured her lips desperate to take any sound she made into his own being, the spasms around his cock overtook his will to last longer and he lost the rhythm, pounding into the willing body beneath him till he came with a cry matching her own. He slumped on top of her feeling more sated and content than he ever had in his life at any point before. After several minutes he gathered enough energy to roll himself off and drag her to him in a tight embrace, she was watching him carefully.

“Thank you.” Jack frowned at her.

“Shouldn’t it be me thanking you?” Oria smiled and leaned over to kiss him tenderly, or at least as tenderly as was her way.

“Either way, let’s call it mutual gratification.” Jack laughed.

“Trust you to use big words when I can barely understand the difference between yes and no.” She chuckled and draped an arm over his chest lazily.

“You do realise that you are still Captain of a ship and have duties such as guiding it and the crew don’t you?” He nodded.

“This though is a much more desirable way to pass the time till we get to your little friends’ hut.” Oria sat up slowly.

“Perhaps but that isn’t necessarily going to mean we get there any faster. Get up.” She poked him in the ribs, he grunted slightly.

“That’s not fair, wear someone out then expect them to continue as normal.” Oria stood up and strode over to the desk, she knelt and picked up a bucket of water.

“Either get up and get washed or I’ll just chuck this over you. Your choice.” Jack sat up quickly with a wary look on his face, he had the suspicion she would follow through with the threat. With a slight stretch he got up and stood in front of her, she lowered the bucket as he dragged her close enough to ravish her mouth one last time before decorum had to be maintained in front of the crew.