The Devil's Bride

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Recent reviewers: Linnie, I’m so glad you think Bonny fits in. I was worried I no one was going to like her b/c or her torrid past. Neenie, hmmm maybe he knows about the map, maybe he doesn’t. All in due time me dear, Muwahhh hah ha! Ani Sparrow-Oh believe me, Jack and Bonny will get under each others skin in more than one way. Here is some naughtiness as promissed. RumFlavoredGoldenToothedPirateKisses, me luvies!

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The Devil’s Bride

Chapter 6: A Distracting Practice

Will and Elizabeth had spent the better part of the day up in the rigging with Cotton and Davey learning how the sails were properly tied, when they saw Jack emerge from the brig. Jaclkedlked across the deck with a strange bowleg effect disrupting his usual serpentine swagger. He went straight to his cabin andmmedmmed the door.

“Pull anchor! Pull anchor!” cawed the parrot.

“Yer right Cotton, seems Bonny is still pretty pissed at him.” Laughed Davey.

Will and Elizabeth exchanged looks. Both of them doubted they would ever figure out what Cotton and his parrot were talking about.

“Davey, Mr. Cotton? Would it be all right if I go have a word with Captain Sparrow?” asked Will.

“Ready the sails!” said the parrot.

“Like Cotton said, that’s fine. Besides I think ye got the hang of it” Said Davey.

Will and Elizabeth started to make there way down deck.

“Where do you think yer going missy?” Davey called out. “Ye still need to work on yer knots.”

Elizabeth tried not to scowl as she climbed back to her perch.

Will scampered the rest of the way down the rigging and went to Jack’s cabin. He knocked but only received a grunt for an answer. Slowly opening the door he walked in to find Jack sitting in his armchair drinking frn aln already half way consumed bottle of rum. Clutching another cold bottle of the brown liquid to his crotch, Jack was finally feeling the last throbs fading.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m getting to be, no thanks to that mad woman” Jack noticed Will eyeing the bottle resting against his crotch. “And no, I’m not an eunuch, but it does smart like I was just made one.”

“I’m sure the whores in Tortuga will be very relieved”

Twisting a dreadlock, Jack pondered the economical effect the loss of his business would have on his favorite whores. Poor Scarlet and Gisele had almost lost their best customer. “Aye, Captain Jack Sparrow hates to disappoint a lass.”

Will shook his head “I take it that Bonny is still none to pleased with you?”

Jack took a long draw off his bottle. “Of course she ain’t going ter be pleased to hand over her swag, she be a pirate.”

“Do you really think that she is just going to help you find it?”

“I believe I know how to properly woo a lass, if ye know what I mean.” Jack brought the rum bottle to his lips, and took a sip but not before he uttered, “unlike one whelp I know” under his breath.

“What was that?”

“What was what, mate?”

“What you just said.”

“What did I just say?”

“Oh come off it Jack. I know you were making a comment about last night.”

“What about last night? The lovely sunset? The way the sails were flapping in the breeze? The gentle rocking of the waves? Ye’ll have ter be a bit more specific.”

“Me bunking with the crew and not Elizabeth.”

“Oh that. Well, if ye prefer the feel of whiskers and muscular arse, it makes perfect sense. Other wise ye must be bleeding mad.”

“Then I’m mad.”

Jack glanced up from the rum bottle he had been wallowing in and noticed Will’s stick straight posture. “Aye. And more than a little uptight. Ye need to loosen up mate, this be a pirate ship. There be no rules of polite society to be beholding to. All that matters is that ye obey command of e oue out ranking ye and that ye agree to the articles.”

“Articles?”

“Aye, the articles. To be officially sailing under me command ye and Elizabeth will have ter sign em. Never mind that now. Seems ter me that ye need to get something off yer chest.”

“I suppose I do”

“Well? Go on then.”

“It’s just…I guess I just don’t know how to go about…erm..”

“Fucking her? Its not that complicated.”

“No! I know what to do! I’m just not sure how to go about it. We have been waiting so long for this. It’s been so built up I’m afraid that I won’t be able to make it special enough for her.”

“Oh I see! Yer afraid ye won’t last long, eh?”

“No! That not it! Well, all right. Maybe that is part of it.” Will sighed and held his head in both hands. Just discussing the issue made him feel dizzy with nervous energy.

“Ye are really working yerself up mate. It’s not as if it be yer first ti As As soon as the words had passed his lips Will’s heaot uot up, and the lad turned a decidedly violent shade of pink. “Uh, it ain’t like ye’ve never done this before, right?” No words came from Will’s mouth and his pink tinged skin flushed to the point the boy almost looked purple. It was all Jack needed as an answer. “I see…Wait! What about Tortuga? I had a strumpet sent ter yer room to keep ye outta trouble. Paid her three crowns.”

“And I paid her five shillings to leave me be. I have no interest in whores, besides she sme wor worse than Gibbs that night and he had been bunking with swine”

“Aye, the whores in Tortuga do seen to have quite a…um…presence to em.”

“Presence? More like a poltergeist. Their stench could raise the dead.”

“Hey now! Some of those whores be close personal friends. But lets carry on. So ye have never bedded a lass. Gotta say that explains a lot.”

“Jaaaack! Not helping!”

“Sorry mate, sorry.” Jack waved his hands about in an apologetic manner. “I have ta say that if its help ye need, ye couldn’t have found yerself a better teacher on the subject.”

“So you would be willing to help me?”

“Oh I can help ye out. In more ways than one, if you like.” Said Jack with his trademark smirk.

Will thought something a bit odd about the way Jack said it, but he gratefully accepted Jack’s help.

“I’ll teach ye all ye ever need ter know when it comes ter pleasing a woman, but first ye need to learn how to please yerself.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“No need ter beg mate.” Again the smirk.

Will was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable but also very intrigued.

“All I’m saying is that ye can learn ways to keep from ending a special moment abruptly.”

It was finally beginning to dawn on Will what Jack was getting at. The pirate crossed the room and handed him the full bottle of rum he had been holding in his lap. Then he went to the door and made sure it was locked, and then reclaimed his place in the armchair. They were about ten feet apart, but the way Jack’s eyes drilled into his gaze, Will felt as though they might as well have been touching foreheads the stare was so intense. His stomach tensed, and Will felt a warmth radiating down from his navel to his thighs and pooling in between them.

“Do as I do” Jacks voice seems huskier than usual.

Jack took a healthy swig of rum, and Will followed suite. Jack slunk deep into the down filled armchair and hooked a thumb into the waistband of his britches. He slowly slid the digit back and forth a few times between the material and his browned skin, and then began to unbutton his pants. Will’s blush came back stronger than ever and he opened his mouth to say something but Jack immediately hushed him. Jack didn’t continue to take off his pants but instead slipped a hand in to take hold of him self. Will was embarrassed but drank a long draught from the rum bottle and with slightly trembling hands, repeated Jacks actions.

Jack’s hand was starting to move around more under the faded gray material of his britches. His cock was obviously straining against the material now, as was Will’s. Jack had broken his gaze with Will to watch him bring his member to life, but brought his sight up to the young blacksmith’s eyes as he lifted his slim hips and pulled his britches past his very stiff member. Jack couldn’t help but give a wide grin when Will glued his eyes on Jacks generous length and let slip a small gasp. Jack showed off for him by pulling long luxurious caresses up his length till his cock fairly touched his navel. Will who was unable to slump in the wooden dinning chair had to stand up to pull down his pants. Jacks stomach did a flip when for a moment he thought the young man was about to make his way across the room for him. Jack found himself disappointed when Will sat back down, and he realized he very much wanted the lad. He looked so delicious, a stray curl falling down onto his sweaty forehead, the perfectly shaped column of flesh between his legs. “Hmm, maybe Pierre is right. Maybe I have been missing out on so much fun,” Jack thought to himself.

The younger man mirrored Jack’s lengthy strokes. Jack took his other hand to his balls and lazily rubbed the tightening sac. A small drop of pre-cum oozed out and the pirate captain smeared it around the large pink head and relished the slippery sensation. At the same time Will’s cock was absolutely weeping and his maneuvers were becoming increasingly jerky. Will’s entire body began to tense and he could feel a buildup of pleasure starting to overwhelm him. Jack noticed how taut Will’s muscles were and knew he had to intervene.

“Will! Think about Barbossa!”

“What?” asked Will feeling disgusted at the mention of that name during the moment at hand, so to s.
.

“When ye feel as though ye can’t hold off much longer, think of something else. Usually someone as ugly as Barbossa will do it, and it can help bring ye down and make ye last a little longer.”

Will nodded and took a few deep breaths as he slowed the strokes to his member and thought of Barbossa and his disgusting brown teeth. Then he thought about Elizabeth’s father and that ridiculous wig he wore. It didn’t so much look like hair as it looked like a poodle that had crawled onto his head and died. Now Elizabeth, she had beautiful hair. Will’s hand started to pick up a faster pace. Golden strands of honey that cascaded down her back. He would love to see her naked with only her flower scented waves of hair covering her. Right as he was thinking this Jack let out a very lewd moan, and before Will knew what happened he spilled his seed all over his rippled stomach.

Jack watched the boy clench his teeth and orgasm on himself, and the sight made him lose it completely. Jack went slack jawed and let out a long “uuuggghh” and squirted onto his stomach as well. They sat panting in the room together, neither really knowing what to say. Finally Jack got up and with his britches still around his ankles, shuffled to his dresser and pulled out a couple of clean rags. He tossed one to Will and used the other to clean himself up best he could before he pulled up his pants.

“Need some more practice distracting yef, bf, but I think ye are going ter be just fine.”

Will finished buttoning up his pants and made his way to the door and unlocked it. Jack worried that he had made Will feel uncomfortable. But right before he closed the door behind him, Will stuck his head back in “I can’t wait to practice more with you, Jack.” He then closed the door leaving Jack alone with a big grin.