Taste of the Briney Blue

//"Ye've not *come* at all gel, but yer Captain be fixen that fairly quickly." He grinned wickedly, tentacle beard lightly caressing her cheeks, jawline and neck. //


"Captain!" She yelped, shocked. Jones chuckled darkly and slid the many tentacles down her front. Salome was shocked. Davy Jones' tentacles were cavorting around her clothed breast like children at Willy Wonkas, and he was just laying there, watching indulgently.

"Aye, that be what yer supposed ter call me lass." He answered after a moment. Then Davy easily, with superior strength, wrestled her arms up and over her head and secured them by pressing down and looking her directly in the eye. "Ye not be movin' these from this spot gel, or I'll give ye five lashes myself."

Wide eyed she nodded, fearing the crack of the whip she tasted before. He gave her a wicked smile, before lowering his head and began to enjoy in lazy gluttony on the feast that lay before him. While she was being threatened into obediance his tentacles had undone her grimy yellowed shirt to reveal her perky breasts.

Salome was not a little girl by any means, although a little more lean than before. Her breasts were impressive, therefore, large fleshy mounds topped with perky tan-pink nipples. They pebbled in anticipation under his stare and he chuckled in response. Salome's cheeks flushed red and she wondered why she didn't just paint them that color. They were forever giving her away, just like her tretcherous body was now!

Davy nodded, obviously pleased, before lowering his head into the corner where her neck met her shoulder and she tensed in anticipation. Then she arched up from the bed as hundreds of suckers attatched themselves to her entire bustline. It felt like... nothing she'd ever felt before. A tiny suction, swelling the already sensative nerves and then sucking further before coming off with a soft pop like a soap bubble.

Multiplied by thousands of litter suckers, everywhere.

She arched off the bed again in ecstacy, as they suckled her flesh with exacting care, touching every single inch of skin, worshiping and sensatizing everything they could reach. Unable to keep her hands still she reached up and gripped the headboard and tossed her head up. Pleasure washed over her in waves, crashing into her with the force of a truck and receeding, only to come back, harder and harder.

Meanwhile, Davy was feasting contentedly at her neck, nipping and biting in earnest, feeling her tremble and shudder beneath him. Everytime she arched up she rubbed him through his breeches and cause a delicious friction. He growled deep in her ear and rewarded with a trembling that shook her, head to toe.

Deeming her ready he easily undid the scarves around her waist and the odd blue breeches she wore. A scrap of fabric protected her sex from his greedy gaze, but he ignored it for now, content to massage her thighs, and nibble her belly button. His tentacles attached and detached themselves thoroughly, massaging every available naked bit of skin, before he took the two largest and flicked over her cloth covered clit. She whimpered, thrusting up and he chuckled, she was a little hellion, this one.

Easily they slid past the barrier, pulling it down and revealing her naked sex to his gaze. He was pleasently surprised to see no hair, but a neat triangle of the same burnished scales that decorated her body instead. He played the tips of the tentacles over the hooded, swollen clit, teasing as she whimpered, before leaning forward, and sliding them inside her.

She was deliciously tight, more so than he'd thought in this age of 'equality'. Salome arched like a bow off the covers and let out a muffled cry as he plumbed her depths thoroughly. Then he slid his lips around her clit and sucked.

She screamed then, loud and long as she clenched and spasmed around his tentacles and rocked mindlessly. Pleasure flew through her, converged in a moment of stillness, then exploded, and she saw stars. Unnoticed, Davy sat up, using a nearby rag to wipe up as the poor girl jerked on the bed. Her eyes were closed and she trembled as wave after wave of after shocks rolled through her.

Finally she fell still, breathing heavily, exposed and uncaring on his bed. Davy stood then, giving her steamy sex a regretful caress and shocking her into opening her eyes. Watchfully she trailed his motions with her eyes. He, shirtless *woof!* walked over to the meal and began serving himself.

"In the future Miss Sullivan ye'll wake me by opening yer shirt and dropping yer pants before entering me bed. In addition, yell help me get dressed afterward and 'reciprocate' tonight, as ye help me get to bed." He said, without looking at her. Salome's eyes went wide. When she didn't answer he turned his head to her. "Well? Get up, gel, and get me clothes ready!"

She jumped as he used his 'Captain' voice, shamed that she got even wetter when he did. As she collected his outfit and hat she dreaded, feared, and *anticipated* the night to come.




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//She jumped as he used his 'Captain' voice, shamed that she got even wetter when he did. As she collected his outfit and hat she dreaded, feared, and *anticipated* the night to come. //


Salome was in a familiar position. Bent over the side of the Flying Dutchman, scraping barnacles off the banister that ran all around the top deck. She was barely five foot three so in order to reach with the others she had to balance on her stomach, leaning over the side with her feet in the air to balance her out. She would have feared being pushed over by 'playful' members of the crew, but there were few out.

That was because most of them were blissfully sleeping off their aches and pains of the day. Because her sleep had been chopped down she continued doing mindless chores long after the rest have gone abed. True, she could have gone down to the galley for a few mindless hours a Cook's helper, but she was to anxious to sit quietly and peel potatoes. Heaven forbid her trembling hands touched anything sharp for fear of losing a finger.

All she could think about was Jones. His cruel laugh, his cold, cold blue eyes, his broad, muscled chest, that mocking mouth and those teasing tentacles. She was as jumpy as a rabbit in the kitchen, hardly calming down despite the cool ocean breeze and calm waters. Worse still, the Captain went to bed as soon as the helmsmen switched and that was mere moments away. She began scraping harder with her steel hard finger nails, biting her lip in concentration.

"I must say, Sullivan, I've never seen ye so... dilligent in yer chores." The dark, accented voice of the devil growled softly from behind her. Salome froze, aboslutely still for a moment, like prey when they sense the predator. He was *right* behind her, she could feel the odd coolness of his through her work-worn jeans.

She never quite realized exactly how vunerable she was, ass up and head down, over the side of the railing. Although she wanted nothing more than to jump up and securely fasten her back to a wall, she steeled her nerves and merely rose slowly to face him.

Her courage was disegarded as he merely secured the clawed hand onto her neck and pushed her back down.

"Whats yer hurry? Yer Captain is enjoyin' the view, gel. Ye can stay there a moment longer." He told her in a casual way, which barely disguised the fact that it was an *order*. She stayed down, on edge, literally, as he viewed her from behind.

He made a pleased growl, low in his throat, before tracing the soft mounds of her bottom, with the almost-normal hand. She tingled where ever he touched, phisically tingled. He indulged himself in a grope, fingers sending joltz of pleasure through her to pool wetly between her thighs. His tentacle-finger wrapped around her thigh, moving restlessly and boldly, shockingly, down the inseam directly ontop of her clit.

Salome jerked, back arching and setting her body in a ninty-degree angle. She let out an embarassingly loud gasp of pleasure as the tip teased her gently. On top of the tension of the day and the no sleep she was vunerable as a girl could be.

"Mmm... Yer so passionate gel." He hummed appriciatively, before stepping back. "Now git yer bonny arse to me cabin posthaste."

"A-aye Captain!" She got out, jumping up and practically running to the cabin. Davy Jones watched her with satisfaction, then followed at a liesure pace, stopping to make sure the helsmen was aware of his duties and to survey the ship.

Once inside the cabin, and when her legs had stopped trembling, Sally quickly tidied it up, rolling up maps and putting them away, cleaning the floors best she could and all in all trying to ignore the tale-tell thumping of her captain.

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Davy watched the girl twitch and twitter nervously in front of him as he easily reclined on his bed. She was amusing, to say the least, but Davy had been pent up for a little too long to cater to some silly girl's fears. He easily leant back and made himself comfortable. In the process of entering his cabin he had removed his jacket and hat, so sat before the girl in naught but his shirt, breeches, belt and boots.

"C'mere gel." He said smokily. Salome froze, then bit her lip and tentatively approached, close enough to be polite. Davy grinned wickedly. "Ye'll need to be a bit closer fer what I had in mind, lass."

Her eyes widened as her cheeks flushed, but she obeyed, coming close enough for him to feel the heat coming off her in waves. Davy took her in, devouring her fearful anticipation like he were a starving man. Then he easily tugged her closer with his tentacle finger. Her every move was hesitant, scared, and confused.

Davy nearly growled in frustration. At this rate her contract would be up before she even touched him! Trying to loosen the stress so evident in her rigid figure, he wrapped a firm hand around her curvy thigh, tentacle miming its earlier position, laying against the folds of her clothed sex. That was when he descovered Salome's naughty secret.

She was already ready for him! His forcefulness had made her tremble in excitment, not fear! Davy chuckled, drawing the evil sound out long enough to see her flush redden dramatically. He enhanced her embarassment by deliberately rubbing the tentacle up and down, causing her breath to sharpen, and her eyes to lose focas.

"That'a gel." He whispered huskily as heat shot through him. She was so easy to arouse! So sensative! He would enjoy the next hundred years thoroughly.

She swayed gently, as he curled and uncurled the thick tentacle over and over again on her cloth-covered clit. Her unfocased eyes went hazy and half-lidded with desire as her breath hitched. She could feel her heartbeat in each and every inch of skin, which was growning more and more sensative by the second. Smooth, rolling waves of muted pleasure rippled through her, uncurling lazily, centering on her clit, her lips, and her ultra sensative nipples.

As soon as she reached that plateau, Davy removed his hand, grinning as she growned lightly in dissapointment.

"No, no, little fish. Ye got yers this morning. Now, get rid of that shirt." He growled lowly. Her eyes lit up with heat, the embers in her body leaping with flame. Her stomach flip-flopped, tightening because of the desire in his voice. Flying on autopilot only, she hastily unbuttoned the top, tossing it aside without hesitation.

Davy smiled in appreciation, watching her large breasts heave with her every breath and her nipples pebble under his armourous gaze. After another second of looking he reached out, as if unable to stop himself, and tweaked one nipple gently with his claw. Salome jumped, letting out a surprisingly loud moan in the cabin. Davy had no choice but the chuckle.

"Now gel, get on yer knees and release yer captain." He commanded smokily. Her eyes met his before skittering off, but he noticed she didn't hesitate to drop to her knees and reach shaking hands for his belt. She undid it easily, then the pants, and to her credit only paused momentarily before reaching into them to pull out the impressive bulge tenting the breeches there.

Davy groaned as her hot little hands held him loosely. When she paused he looked down breifly. She was staring at him, frowning at the little slits along the length.

Sally was confused as hell. How had she known in her dream that he had gills on his cock? For one breif second she was frozen into a statue, then shook herself out of it and licked her lips. Why would anyone want to sit and question dreams when she had /this/ waiting for her?

He was fully hard, definatly longer than the length of her hand and too thick to wrap her hand around completely. The skin was pale, almost green, odd, but she took it in stride as she pulled up and pushed down gently. He hmm'd in his throat, so she repeated it, drawing on her limited experiance.

Her grip was firm, but soft, and she was hot, her motions sending white-hot pleasure through Jones. If he wasn't careful this encounter would end sooner than her thought. To keep himself in control he thought about unarousing thoughts.

-which promptly flew out of his head when she took one hand off to massage his balls. With a muffled curse Davy jerked up, feeling like he was caught in gears as she jerked him off and gently fondled the soft sack underneath. The pleasure jetisoned through him, uncontrollable. She was merciless, going steadily faster, but not quite fast enough, keeping her touch firm, but not firm-enough, keeing him on the edge, permanently.

Breath panting out of him, Jones clamped the clawed hand on one poster of the bed, the other tentacle hand wrapping around her head and drawing her steadily to him. She seemed to read his mind, and when close enough she opened her mouth and engulfed him.

"Mary mother of God!" He hissed as she swirled her tongue around him, sending him through another plateau of pleasure. She didn't just use her mouth! Her tongue spun around him, tracing the veins, while her lips pulled and she sucking him into her mouth, bobbing up and down. The part she couldn't reach she caressed with one hand.

It rose faster than he could help it, stronger than he imagined, and Davy jerked up, freezing as it crashed though him. For a infantessimal moment tension filled him, a pleasurable agony, until it all flooded out of him. All the emotion fled like a torret, dropping him onto his back on the bed in a post-orgasmic gaze. A few ripples of pleasure started here and there, but all in all he was boneless as a jelly fish.

Salome was prepared for the rush of salty cum, and managed to swallow most of it and catch the rest with a rag nearby. Cum stains on the Captain's floor weren't mentioned in the cleaning schedual, but she figured better safe than sorry. When Captain Jones merely layed there, without moving, she hesitantly stood.

His eyes were closed, but he wasn't sleeping. For a second she didn't know what to do, but then she remembered she was topless. Her shirt was on her without premable, then she looked about. Well... what now?