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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,674
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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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.
the good part
Despite her declaration about the tiny beastie. Neither James nor Elizabeth were interested in the pooling liquid on the table. Elizabeth stared intently at a bit of skin revealed under James cravat. Her mind wandered to the view of his torso that she had been privy to in his cabin upon his discovery of her on the Skirmish. Without taking his eyes from her he swept the table clear of the glasses, and papers that laid upon it.
Jack said nothing but raised an eyebrow appraisingly as Elizabeth surged forward with feline grace to tear at the lapels of James’ coat. His hands went to her fine waist and in a dizzying twirl he seated her upon the table and hungrily kissed her neck. Her head thrown back in a picture of ecstasy Jack thought not possible of women outside of the taverns of Tortuga. “That’s interesting, that’s very interesting” Jack sat back content with his rum to watch the lady and the gentleman behave in a manner he would not have expected, or at least would not have expected from James.
As he freed her breasts from the crushing embrace of her corset James marveled. He marveled at the soft pale skin that led up to the delicate puckered nipples, pink like the finest English rosebuds, he marveled that she called his name, his! Not Will’s but his as he pressed his warm moist mouth to them in urgent reverency. Marveled that he fumbled so with the buttons on his trousers, a tanned hand reached forward to stroke the firm young breasts that held his attention so. He slapped it away even as Lizzy turned her head smiling, her eyes were huge and the pupils large and dark. A small part of him recognized that he was wrong to be pushing up her skirt.
That part was quickly drowned in the wine as he stroked her soft toned flesh, so white and untouched by the sun. So delicate and her body so responsive under his touch, he imagined that she must be warm and moist as much as he was aroused.
She started when he pressed his hardness against her silky pale thighs, insinuating himself within her legs embrace. Her attention not at all on Sparrow now, who sat languidly grinning as the commodores considerable length and girth disappeared within the lush tight moistness of a half dressed Elizabeth. Sparrow mused that her indiscretion was only fair for all of the times that he and Turner had played captain and cabin boy with Will bent over that same table.
James grabbed her under her round bottom and brought her to him, she clung tightly to him offering no resistance as he took what he knew inherently should have always belonged to him. His brows knit in concentration not to loose control immediately as she bucked eagerly forward pressing him if possible, deeper into her moist embrace.
Elizabeth felt the sharp sudden pain of the part of her that was pure tear away with the commodores swift thrust. A moan escaped her lips, but the pain was so fleeting and the pleasure so much at the look on James face. A small line of rapturous concentration on his face, he flushed as he bore into her with speed and intensity that did not belong to a gentleman. Her moans turned to soft throaty cries of pleasure as she clung to him when he lifted her from the table and moved her bouncingly up and down his considerable length.
His body stiffened as his pleasure reached its culmination. While he looked into her flushed pink face he sank to his knees allowing her to sit forwards with him on his kneeing lap. He murmured a thousand platitudes into her perspiration plastered hair as she wantonly kissed his collarbone, his neck, his face and lips.
Sparrow looked to the door, there seemed to be some commotion. Although the passion had been surprising, unrestrained, and entirely unexpected, it turned out that the commodore and Lizzy were both intensely and quietly passionate pair. He moved quickly from his throne to the satiated and undeniably intoxicated pair.
He peeled a dazed looking Elizabeth from James’ lap; the smallest bit of blood was shiny against his dark small hair. James raised a brow in wonder that Will hadn’t gotten there first. Jack took no small pleasure in tucking her delicate breasts back in her bodice and helped her to the chair again. He turned to James, who was still on the floor and took equal pleasure in tucking him back into his many buttoned trousers. James looked at him blearily. “I’m easy on the goods darling.” Jack grinned at him.
He handed James back up and to his chair picking the papers some stained with wine off of the floor and pressing them into James’ hand. Jack wasn’t sure what was now going on, and Norrington seemed not to know either, Elizabeth was in distinct contemplation of the frog on the table from before the impromptu display of what the common whores in Tortuga would have called “a thruppence upright”.
James for his part felt his head swim, reality seemed so strange at the moment as he held the papers he swore he had had the most lucid hallucination of …. Well of compromising Miss Swan. He looked across the table, she sat there looking delightfully mused and flushed, but otherwise altogether dressed and in no ill humor. He got up to pour another glass of wine for her seeing she must have dropped hers, when, he could not remember. He stared at her, yes, yes she absolutely delightfully glowed.
Jack said nothing but raised an eyebrow appraisingly as Elizabeth surged forward with feline grace to tear at the lapels of James’ coat. His hands went to her fine waist and in a dizzying twirl he seated her upon the table and hungrily kissed her neck. Her head thrown back in a picture of ecstasy Jack thought not possible of women outside of the taverns of Tortuga. “That’s interesting, that’s very interesting” Jack sat back content with his rum to watch the lady and the gentleman behave in a manner he would not have expected, or at least would not have expected from James.
As he freed her breasts from the crushing embrace of her corset James marveled. He marveled at the soft pale skin that led up to the delicate puckered nipples, pink like the finest English rosebuds, he marveled that she called his name, his! Not Will’s but his as he pressed his warm moist mouth to them in urgent reverency. Marveled that he fumbled so with the buttons on his trousers, a tanned hand reached forward to stroke the firm young breasts that held his attention so. He slapped it away even as Lizzy turned her head smiling, her eyes were huge and the pupils large and dark. A small part of him recognized that he was wrong to be pushing up her skirt.
That part was quickly drowned in the wine as he stroked her soft toned flesh, so white and untouched by the sun. So delicate and her body so responsive under his touch, he imagined that she must be warm and moist as much as he was aroused.
She started when he pressed his hardness against her silky pale thighs, insinuating himself within her legs embrace. Her attention not at all on Sparrow now, who sat languidly grinning as the commodores considerable length and girth disappeared within the lush tight moistness of a half dressed Elizabeth. Sparrow mused that her indiscretion was only fair for all of the times that he and Turner had played captain and cabin boy with Will bent over that same table.
James grabbed her under her round bottom and brought her to him, she clung tightly to him offering no resistance as he took what he knew inherently should have always belonged to him. His brows knit in concentration not to loose control immediately as she bucked eagerly forward pressing him if possible, deeper into her moist embrace.
Elizabeth felt the sharp sudden pain of the part of her that was pure tear away with the commodores swift thrust. A moan escaped her lips, but the pain was so fleeting and the pleasure so much at the look on James face. A small line of rapturous concentration on his face, he flushed as he bore into her with speed and intensity that did not belong to a gentleman. Her moans turned to soft throaty cries of pleasure as she clung to him when he lifted her from the table and moved her bouncingly up and down his considerable length.
His body stiffened as his pleasure reached its culmination. While he looked into her flushed pink face he sank to his knees allowing her to sit forwards with him on his kneeing lap. He murmured a thousand platitudes into her perspiration plastered hair as she wantonly kissed his collarbone, his neck, his face and lips.
Sparrow looked to the door, there seemed to be some commotion. Although the passion had been surprising, unrestrained, and entirely unexpected, it turned out that the commodore and Lizzy were both intensely and quietly passionate pair. He moved quickly from his throne to the satiated and undeniably intoxicated pair.
He peeled a dazed looking Elizabeth from James’ lap; the smallest bit of blood was shiny against his dark small hair. James raised a brow in wonder that Will hadn’t gotten there first. Jack took no small pleasure in tucking her delicate breasts back in her bodice and helped her to the chair again. He turned to James, who was still on the floor and took equal pleasure in tucking him back into his many buttoned trousers. James looked at him blearily. “I’m easy on the goods darling.” Jack grinned at him.
He handed James back up and to his chair picking the papers some stained with wine off of the floor and pressing them into James’ hand. Jack wasn’t sure what was now going on, and Norrington seemed not to know either, Elizabeth was in distinct contemplation of the frog on the table from before the impromptu display of what the common whores in Tortuga would have called “a thruppence upright”.
James for his part felt his head swim, reality seemed so strange at the moment as he held the papers he swore he had had the most lucid hallucination of …. Well of compromising Miss Swan. He looked across the table, she sat there looking delightfully mused and flushed, but otherwise altogether dressed and in no ill humor. He got up to pour another glass of wine for her seeing she must have dropped hers, when, he could not remember. He stared at her, yes, yes she absolutely delightfully glowed.