Find the Edge of Reason
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
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Adult +
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4
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10
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Final chapter: Death
My thanks to HTR for all her wonderful work and for putting up with my demands for her to read, read, read! Also to APK without whom I wouldn't have written nearly as well. My thanks to those who have reviewed and also to those who didn't leave a review. I hope you have enjoyed the journey. Here is the final part of Find the Edge of Reason.
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previously....
She tangled fingers in his hair, her breath coming in slow, rasping gasps. Her stomach tensed more as he nuzzled her and she felt faint as he kneeled up, his lips at her skin, tongue caressing, his fingers teasing. Her own fingers were still entangled in his hair as he moved down, his tongue at her curls, gliding slowly, but surely between her legs.
Part IV - Death
Jack’s fingers joined his tongue as they toyed with her outer lips, sliding down to her vaginal opening and back up across her centre cleft towards her clitoris. She quickened her breathing again and began to moan and struggle as his tongue finally reached her throbbing, erect nub. It was swollen and protruding from its sheath, and softly he brushed his full lips back and forth, his hair swinging with the movement, teasing the insides of her thighs. Each touch sent frissons of lightning energy coursing through her body; her hands clenched at the sand, at empty air as she moaned; her naked figure twisting and writhing on the white beach.
Carefully, he pulled back the hood to expose it fully. He knew it must be at maximum level of sensitivity by now. He focussed on her inner lips and deliberately he moved his forefinger up inside her, slowly inserting it all the way to the rings. She began to buck involuntarily as he stroked the inside of her, teasing that sensitive spot in her most inner sanctum and causing sensation after sensation to wash over her. His rings rubbed directly against her exposed clitoris, causing her to arch and grind against him as the friction sent bolts of energy from her loins to every erectile portion on her. She ached; it was at fever pitch and dimly, she knew she wanted to feel every part of him; preferably inside her. He grinned wickedly up at her; his dark eyes alight with excitement as the underside of her breast swayed with her movements, and his smile grew broad as he watched.
Her knees gave way, and she fell awkwardly to the ground, breaking contact with Jack. Dazed, she stared at him as he shuffled on his knees to sit between her legs. He paused momentarily, his hands curling and uncurling in front of his chest, as he gazed down at her – all of her. A slow flush crept up her body as the sardonic gleam in his eyes grew then shifted to businesslike as he hoisted her legs up onto his shoulder, stopped long enough to raise one eyebrow in a mocking salute before he dove down to the sand. Anxiously, she half sat up, but almost as suddenly, she lied back down as his tongue made contact once more at her loins.
He was truly experienced; she would give him that, and was adept at driving her mad with desire. He flattened his tongue and renewed his attack by flicking and stroking right on the exposed clit. He kept up the constant rhythm, and she started to build once more toward her first orgasmic peak. As the sensation grew in her lower belly and spread upward across her middle, a set of fingers began to gently enclose and tightly squeeze her left nipple, rolling it between them, firmly, but gently. The fingers moved to her right nipple where they repeated the motion and then retreated. While his tongue moved over her, tasting her and seemingly never-ending; a finger rimmed her wet, wide-spread lips and then slid inward to gently caress her, gently nudging the firm flesh to give way beneath his exploring digits.
Her eyes stared fixedly at the blue Caribbean sky; her mind focussed on the sensations that he was causing; from the sweep of his tongue over her swollen and overly-sensitive flesh; to his nimble fingers coaxing her liquid flesh to mould to them as they explored every crevice, every line within her; to the feel of his rings against her skin, the metal a sharp contrast to his roughened hands as they pressed, kneaded and moulded over every inch of her from the curve of her shoulder to the line of her hip, the swell of the breast to the hardened tip.
His fingers questioned her body; his mouth sought answers and her body was responding with everything she had in her. She could barely breathe, so caught up was she in this line of questioning; she could only let out a weak whimper and a loud moan.
His body was sliding up over her now, and somehow it seemed that he was as naked as she. Every morsel of him moved against her, feeling like a rough caress as his skin glided its way up her nerve-filled body. His hand moved softly against the side of her face, his finger tracing her eyes, her cheek, sliding down to her mouth, tugging at her lips. He traced the line of her bottom lip before gently, insistently pushing it into her mouth. She wrapped her willing lips around it, drawing it further in.
Experimentally she moved her tongue, winding it around his finger, savouring the feel of it against her wet and searching mouth. She suckled as he gently moved it back as if to take it out, laving it, licking it. He groaned close to her ear and she could feel his own hard swollen organ pressing against the juncture of her thighs. Her pulse leapt anew as his cock throbbed and moved against her, the tip pressing against her own swollen and heated flesh. He moved slightly and she could feel it against her opening, simulating the feel of his fingers previously. She opened her legs farther and felt him drop between her parted thighs, felt his coarse hair rubbing against her clitoris, pubic bone to pubic bone. A flood of warmth greeted him from her entrance and he welcomed its liquid warmth with his own.
His head dropped to her chest, and she could feel his body shake as he sought control of his limbs. His tongue snaked out to find her erect nipple and drew it into his mouth. The answering shock lifted both her hips and her breasts toward him, and she could only mindlessly grind herself against his naked body, and with that movement, his cock slid into her hot flesh, cleaved as if only for him. Her eyes snapped up to meet his, both shocked at the suddenness of his entrance into her body, yet it seemed to not cause pain as she had expected, but instead started a burning heat as if the two of them joined had started an immense fire that would not - could not - be stoked until it had burned away.
Dimly, she knew this was not the way it was at all, but her mind was so intent on the feelings, the sensations caused by this moment, she did not care as to the seemingly glaring errors in her dream. She could only focus now on the feeling of him moving inside her, the rush as he slowly moved against her, she raising her legs to accommodate him further. She pushed her heels into his bare buttocks, and her hands fastened onto his shoulders. She stared into his eyes as they intently looked upon her, his hips moving all the while, her own rising to meet them.
He moved over her, slowly, his cock coaxing her flesh to mould around him. She could feel him inside her, sliding slowly from the entrance, feeling each ripple as she engulfed him until he was fully immersed and the base of his organ pressed hard again her outer lips. She pressed herself up against him, her clitoris stimulated by his pubic bone and as he moved over her, his chest sliding slowly against her sensitised nipples. Her breathing was laboured, much like his as they moved like musicians perfectly timed against each other, waxing eloquence from their bodies as they gathered each other to fever pitch.
As he lowered his head and his tongue sought hers in a truly embracing kiss, all but one coherent thought left her mind.
This was what she wanted.
As waves of pleasure erupted over her and his mouth locked with hers, she jerked; and abruptly found herself looking up at the blue Caribbean sky. This time it seemed different. She gasped and sat up straight. The view was breathtaking, but she barely noticed it. She only noted that it wasn’t the sandy white beach of the island where her mind had been, moments before.
She was only dimly aware of the figure sitting near her, taking stock of her countenance. She gasped as the person touched her shoulder, her body still aflame from the dream and it leapt at the feel of another person’s touch against her. She turned quickly. Will’s accusing gaze made her face flush and she struggled to meet it without betraying herself.
He lifted one hand to her face, and she flinched momentarily before forcing herself to lean into it. His eyes dropped to her lips and he swooped in to claim them in a bruising kiss. She tried heartily to respond, but her body knew. It knew he wasn’t Jack, but the heat that remained from her dream caused her to respond, bitterly, to his questing mouth, his hands.
She coaxed his tongue from his mouth, parried it with her own, tasting him, willing him to taste like rum-soaked pirate. Inside she wept bitterly as she frantically kissed her supposed fiancé, her lips delving into his mouth, running over his jaw, down to his neck; her hands running over his shoulders, pulling him into her, wanting him to appease the guilt inside her. He lifted his head, surprise apparent in his eyes. He moved his lips back to her cheek and kissed her gently before smiling his soft smile and he motioned for them to walk back to the cabin. She smiled at him and shook her head. He got up and paused to look back at her before striding away to join the others.
She stared unseeing over the sunlit harbour, the clear blue sea; only thinking of her dream. There was no Jack here; No Mercer; Only her.
She shivered as she sat alone. She knew now that everyone else in the crew, including Will, knew the Kraken had been after Jack and Jack alone, yet it was she out of all of them who shackled Jack to leave him to die, to sacrifice him to save her own life. The pirate she found fascinating yet left him to die for her own selfish motives – her fear of death.
Jack has been right to call her out on it, and she realised in the back of her mind that they had met each other’s terms. Her body knew it, and that was why Jack could have her in her dream. She wanted him to have her. Her body ached and she shivered as she thought of it.
Her breathing became even more erratic as she thought back to her dream and realised that she considered herself to be the one who was a true mate of Jack Sparrow’s - a pirate and yet a coward. Her dream self was the free lass who cavorted with pirates; that let her be teased, cajoled and give of herself willingly.
As for Mercer, she was Mercer - the embodiment of what she thought of herself. She was the person who stared and watched as she cavorted with Jack. She was the one who dirtied her hands with other people’s blood and watch cold bloodedly as the red washed away.
She stared out to sea, tears running down her face; she wept for the person she had thought she once was; for the person she wanted to be and most of all, for those dreams that would haunt her over again until she saw him again.
*COMPLETE*
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previously....
She tangled fingers in his hair, her breath coming in slow, rasping gasps. Her stomach tensed more as he nuzzled her and she felt faint as he kneeled up, his lips at her skin, tongue caressing, his fingers teasing. Her own fingers were still entangled in his hair as he moved down, his tongue at her curls, gliding slowly, but surely between her legs.
Part IV - Death
Jack’s fingers joined his tongue as they toyed with her outer lips, sliding down to her vaginal opening and back up across her centre cleft towards her clitoris. She quickened her breathing again and began to moan and struggle as his tongue finally reached her throbbing, erect nub. It was swollen and protruding from its sheath, and softly he brushed his full lips back and forth, his hair swinging with the movement, teasing the insides of her thighs. Each touch sent frissons of lightning energy coursing through her body; her hands clenched at the sand, at empty air as she moaned; her naked figure twisting and writhing on the white beach.
Carefully, he pulled back the hood to expose it fully. He knew it must be at maximum level of sensitivity by now. He focussed on her inner lips and deliberately he moved his forefinger up inside her, slowly inserting it all the way to the rings. She began to buck involuntarily as he stroked the inside of her, teasing that sensitive spot in her most inner sanctum and causing sensation after sensation to wash over her. His rings rubbed directly against her exposed clitoris, causing her to arch and grind against him as the friction sent bolts of energy from her loins to every erectile portion on her. She ached; it was at fever pitch and dimly, she knew she wanted to feel every part of him; preferably inside her. He grinned wickedly up at her; his dark eyes alight with excitement as the underside of her breast swayed with her movements, and his smile grew broad as he watched.
Her knees gave way, and she fell awkwardly to the ground, breaking contact with Jack. Dazed, she stared at him as he shuffled on his knees to sit between her legs. He paused momentarily, his hands curling and uncurling in front of his chest, as he gazed down at her – all of her. A slow flush crept up her body as the sardonic gleam in his eyes grew then shifted to businesslike as he hoisted her legs up onto his shoulder, stopped long enough to raise one eyebrow in a mocking salute before he dove down to the sand. Anxiously, she half sat up, but almost as suddenly, she lied back down as his tongue made contact once more at her loins.
He was truly experienced; she would give him that, and was adept at driving her mad with desire. He flattened his tongue and renewed his attack by flicking and stroking right on the exposed clit. He kept up the constant rhythm, and she started to build once more toward her first orgasmic peak. As the sensation grew in her lower belly and spread upward across her middle, a set of fingers began to gently enclose and tightly squeeze her left nipple, rolling it between them, firmly, but gently. The fingers moved to her right nipple where they repeated the motion and then retreated. While his tongue moved over her, tasting her and seemingly never-ending; a finger rimmed her wet, wide-spread lips and then slid inward to gently caress her, gently nudging the firm flesh to give way beneath his exploring digits.
Her eyes stared fixedly at the blue Caribbean sky; her mind focussed on the sensations that he was causing; from the sweep of his tongue over her swollen and overly-sensitive flesh; to his nimble fingers coaxing her liquid flesh to mould to them as they explored every crevice, every line within her; to the feel of his rings against her skin, the metal a sharp contrast to his roughened hands as they pressed, kneaded and moulded over every inch of her from the curve of her shoulder to the line of her hip, the swell of the breast to the hardened tip.
His fingers questioned her body; his mouth sought answers and her body was responding with everything she had in her. She could barely breathe, so caught up was she in this line of questioning; she could only let out a weak whimper and a loud moan.
His body was sliding up over her now, and somehow it seemed that he was as naked as she. Every morsel of him moved against her, feeling like a rough caress as his skin glided its way up her nerve-filled body. His hand moved softly against the side of her face, his finger tracing her eyes, her cheek, sliding down to her mouth, tugging at her lips. He traced the line of her bottom lip before gently, insistently pushing it into her mouth. She wrapped her willing lips around it, drawing it further in.
Experimentally she moved her tongue, winding it around his finger, savouring the feel of it against her wet and searching mouth. She suckled as he gently moved it back as if to take it out, laving it, licking it. He groaned close to her ear and she could feel his own hard swollen organ pressing against the juncture of her thighs. Her pulse leapt anew as his cock throbbed and moved against her, the tip pressing against her own swollen and heated flesh. He moved slightly and she could feel it against her opening, simulating the feel of his fingers previously. She opened her legs farther and felt him drop between her parted thighs, felt his coarse hair rubbing against her clitoris, pubic bone to pubic bone. A flood of warmth greeted him from her entrance and he welcomed its liquid warmth with his own.
His head dropped to her chest, and she could feel his body shake as he sought control of his limbs. His tongue snaked out to find her erect nipple and drew it into his mouth. The answering shock lifted both her hips and her breasts toward him, and she could only mindlessly grind herself against his naked body, and with that movement, his cock slid into her hot flesh, cleaved as if only for him. Her eyes snapped up to meet his, both shocked at the suddenness of his entrance into her body, yet it seemed to not cause pain as she had expected, but instead started a burning heat as if the two of them joined had started an immense fire that would not - could not - be stoked until it had burned away.
Dimly, she knew this was not the way it was at all, but her mind was so intent on the feelings, the sensations caused by this moment, she did not care as to the seemingly glaring errors in her dream. She could only focus now on the feeling of him moving inside her, the rush as he slowly moved against her, she raising her legs to accommodate him further. She pushed her heels into his bare buttocks, and her hands fastened onto his shoulders. She stared into his eyes as they intently looked upon her, his hips moving all the while, her own rising to meet them.
He moved over her, slowly, his cock coaxing her flesh to mould around him. She could feel him inside her, sliding slowly from the entrance, feeling each ripple as she engulfed him until he was fully immersed and the base of his organ pressed hard again her outer lips. She pressed herself up against him, her clitoris stimulated by his pubic bone and as he moved over her, his chest sliding slowly against her sensitised nipples. Her breathing was laboured, much like his as they moved like musicians perfectly timed against each other, waxing eloquence from their bodies as they gathered each other to fever pitch.
As he lowered his head and his tongue sought hers in a truly embracing kiss, all but one coherent thought left her mind.
This was what she wanted.
As waves of pleasure erupted over her and his mouth locked with hers, she jerked; and abruptly found herself looking up at the blue Caribbean sky. This time it seemed different. She gasped and sat up straight. The view was breathtaking, but she barely noticed it. She only noted that it wasn’t the sandy white beach of the island where her mind had been, moments before.
She was only dimly aware of the figure sitting near her, taking stock of her countenance. She gasped as the person touched her shoulder, her body still aflame from the dream and it leapt at the feel of another person’s touch against her. She turned quickly. Will’s accusing gaze made her face flush and she struggled to meet it without betraying herself.
He lifted one hand to her face, and she flinched momentarily before forcing herself to lean into it. His eyes dropped to her lips and he swooped in to claim them in a bruising kiss. She tried heartily to respond, but her body knew. It knew he wasn’t Jack, but the heat that remained from her dream caused her to respond, bitterly, to his questing mouth, his hands.
She coaxed his tongue from his mouth, parried it with her own, tasting him, willing him to taste like rum-soaked pirate. Inside she wept bitterly as she frantically kissed her supposed fiancé, her lips delving into his mouth, running over his jaw, down to his neck; her hands running over his shoulders, pulling him into her, wanting him to appease the guilt inside her. He lifted his head, surprise apparent in his eyes. He moved his lips back to her cheek and kissed her gently before smiling his soft smile and he motioned for them to walk back to the cabin. She smiled at him and shook her head. He got up and paused to look back at her before striding away to join the others.
She stared unseeing over the sunlit harbour, the clear blue sea; only thinking of her dream. There was no Jack here; No Mercer; Only her.
She shivered as she sat alone. She knew now that everyone else in the crew, including Will, knew the Kraken had been after Jack and Jack alone, yet it was she out of all of them who shackled Jack to leave him to die, to sacrifice him to save her own life. The pirate she found fascinating yet left him to die for her own selfish motives – her fear of death.
Jack has been right to call her out on it, and she realised in the back of her mind that they had met each other’s terms. Her body knew it, and that was why Jack could have her in her dream. She wanted him to have her. Her body ached and she shivered as she thought of it.
Her breathing became even more erratic as she thought back to her dream and realised that she considered herself to be the one who was a true mate of Jack Sparrow’s - a pirate and yet a coward. Her dream self was the free lass who cavorted with pirates; that let her be teased, cajoled and give of herself willingly.
As for Mercer, she was Mercer - the embodiment of what she thought of herself. She was the person who stared and watched as she cavorted with Jack. She was the one who dirtied her hands with other people’s blood and watch cold bloodedly as the red washed away.
She stared out to sea, tears running down her face; she wept for the person she had thought she once was; for the person she wanted to be and most of all, for those dreams that would haunt her over again until she saw him again.
*COMPLETE*