Lighten Up Would Ye?

This is the first of the three harder smut chapters. I'm so beyond nervous about this chapter, even though it's been seen by a few people already... was my first smut... ever... yeah. lol. so sorry if it's bad smut, but hey, it's DJ smut, and the more the merrier.



be gentle! *ducks*





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(1.7)





There was no thought towards taking it slow, no thought towards such flowery words as Love or Devotion. The only thing going through our minds right now was Need, Lust, and even as far as Desire.



His elongated finger let go of me temporarily as he fumbled with the door to his cabin, and after a moment of frustrated growling he used his stronger chitin leg to kick it open, slamming it hard against the wall. He grunted in satisfaction at the noise and I paused our kiss to giggle at him. He stepped through and kicked the door shut again, but it bounced…



“I… think you broke it.” We both snickered, watching the door swing back and forth with the roll of the sea, repeatedly slamming against the splintered doorframe. I caressed his cheek and smiled as he hesitantly put me down. Only then did I notice I was STILL gripping my rum bottle, and laughed again as he gave me this incredulous look and took it from me. On shaky knees I stepped back, cold without his overheated body, and watched his coat swung around wildly as he searched around for something to block the door off with. He looked so strange without the big hat; it did more to tame the wild tentacles than I’d thought.



Turning and trying not to laugh at his rampant cursing, I took in the room for what felt like the first time. Lit only by moonlight now it was rather dim and I could only see the outlines of a few chests, but against the farthest wall I saw the light glint off multiple pipes that reached up at least 10 feet… his pipe organ. Framing it was a painting of the seraphim, done in the style of the masters but old as the ruins of Mycenae. I stepped slowly towards it, half-heartedly unwinding the braid out of my hair to feel it trail down my back. I’d only glimpsed the organ once two months ago when I was first brought aboard, but it was brief enough that the details never had a chance to settle in. Now I could memorize its shapes and shadows in leisure.



I didn’t dare touch it. Mere feet away from the huge bench placed before it, I felt the sacred emotion that surrounded it like an aura, such pain and passion that it staggered me and I shut my eyes and drifted in its power. I bore my sorrow in silence and I couldn’t imagine sitting here every night wallowing in grief for quite possibly close to a millennia, and my only release being the music, the same song, over and over. I’d never seen him play but I could picture it, and it broke my heart.



Only half hearing Davy block the door off with one of the chests, I stepped a little closer to the bench, now close enough to run my hands along it if I so chose. There was even a worn spot where he sat, and a small damaged hole where I assume he rested his claw sometimes. It was a painful reminder of where I was, who I was with, and how I got here in the first place. The haze in my mind cleared a little, the rum-buzz of the evening slowly backing out. Doubt and a little fear began to take its place, finally realizing what I’d gotten myself into.



I barely noticed when he came up behind me and wrapped both arms around me, but I sure woke up when a tentacle lightly stroked over my bare breasts like a hundred gentle kisses. Where’d my shirt go? I looked down to see his long finger curl around my left breast and noticed a bit of flimsy cloth dangling off his claw. I laughed lightly and plucked it off, dangling the ripped material up in front of us both. His hot breath coursed down my back and neck as he chuckled, grasped the shredded chemise again with his claw and tossed it casually over his shoulder.



As one of his suckers none so gently plucked a nipple, I was shocked into thought…was this drunken playful character the same man who, mere hours ago, ordered me to work faster, harder, or he’d cut my hair off and order Legs to give me a good floggin’? I knew now it was a semi-idle threat, he wouldn’t have sliced my hair off, (apparently he liked it) but the floggin’ was a reality that we all lived with here. Do wrong, get whipped, it was a given. How could I now let this man…



My brow furrowed. Wait. Let? We were both in this. Swimming through my drunken horny mind at the moment was difficult, but I managed to think about it from the other side of the coin. What was he doing with a subordinate like me? Did he do this with crew regularly? Visions of Maccus… ewww. What happened to the women from before, the ones Bill told me about?



All this was thought in an instant and put aside for later. You wanted relief, release from the routine, a pleasant memory to help get you through the next hundred years… you got it. You’ve got a tall thick drunken Scotsman behind you with every intention of ravishing you til you can’t walk, so let go, have fun! Forget just for a moment who you are and who he is. Deal with the consequences when they come, like you always do. If all else fails, even if you feel differently, just blame it on the rum. You deserve this.



I silently thanked my inner voices for the encouragement, and made the move to step back from myself, my memories, my fears, and just for one evening, enjoy the pleasurable sensations without reservation.



Bending a little he started running kisses down my neck and shoulders, tentacles running rampant along my bare skin, caressing, stroking. I could barely keep on my feet when his tongue shot out and started licking the sensitive spot near my ear. His clawed arm gripped me tighter when I lost all strength in my knees. All the while his good hand was still feeling on both my breasts at the same time with that long finger of his, little suckers pinching and sucking, hitting all the right spots to make me gasp and shudder.



“Breathe!” He laughed.



I suddenly felt quite shy. “Sorry.” I hesitantly reached up behind me and grasped the cloth on his head, pulling him forwards to finally kiss my lips. He did so eagerly, giving a happy grunt when I turned and plastered myself to his chest. Breaking it off, I looked up into his glowing eyes and smiled. “It’s been a while… and the last time wasn’t nearly as fun as this is already.” Yeah, good job not thinking about it.



He acknowledged the compliment with another long kiss, playing a little with the loose hair now coursing down by bare back. The combined feeling of silk and warm flesh almost made me breathless again. Too distract myself and get him a little more naked, I ran my hands under his coat and around to his shoulders to take it off. The course and heavy fabric scratched my hands but I was beyond caring, and I pushed it off without any ceremony. It was up to him to shake it off, but he wasn’t willing to let me go long enough to. I growled at him and he growled back as we wrestled his jacket off his arms. It took a while as our coordination wasn’t exactly at its peak, with enough rum in us to kill the average elephant, let alone a couple of mortals. Hell if I was mortal I’d have been unconscious before Groesbeck.



Ewww, don’t think about THAT.



“See what I mean?” I grinned at him once we finally got the damned thing off and he tossed it behind him like he did my shredded chemise. He still wasn’t naked enough in my opinion… “You wear far too many clothes, sir.” I proceeded to pop the buttons off his waistcoat, taking my time and smirking up at him.



“Does me good in drinking contests.”



“Well, now that I know better… hats and boots no longer count.” I lost no time in undoing the rest of his vest buttons and we quickly shed him of that as well.



Without the jacket and waistcoat he still cut quite the impressive figure, trim and fit, a body carved from years of work, and even with the strange mutations of the sea he was still sexy as the devil himself. . I didn’t get the chance to gape long as I was crushed to him so fiercely I thought my spine would bend.



“Issssaaa…” he hissed, looking down at me with eyes nearly black with passion and just a little reservation. The question in his eyes made me feel… like an equal. He was leaving the decision up to me what would happen next. I never felt so safe or so wanted in my entire life and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to make him experience some happiness. Especially after so many centuries of grief and loss.



Davy was a good foot taller than me, so I stretched my neck out and kissed his lips gently, giving him the go ahead to do whatever he wanted. He stood there silently, analyzing whatever he seemed to see in my dark eyes, and apparently found what he wanted. With a swiftness that defied his drunkenness, he bent down, swept his claw arm under my knees lifted me clear off the ground and carried me the rest of the way to the organ. I must’ve let out a squeak or something because he grinned quite devilishly at me before setting me down on its keys, and the pipes made such a sound that I wanted to jump right back off. He held me down though, hovering above me and blocking any chance of escape. Not like I wanted away from him, but damned if I wanted to make this thing make any more noise.



He stared down at me, stroking my cheek till I relaxed enough to resume my play-fondling of his tentacles.



He reached down and kissed me with all the passion he had in him, and I had to grip him around his neck to keep from fainting backwards onto the upper keyboards and scaring myself right off the organ.



His good hand had a strong grip on my neck and hair and he pulled a little so my neck was strained back and I opened my eyes to see the angels on the painting above observe us in our desecration of this somewhat holy relic of pain, in total defiance of what it seemed to symbolize. Instead of pain, tonight, this moment, it was all about pleasure.



His multiple tentacle fingers ran down my neck and chest as he kissed his way downwards, brushing heavily against my throat, then lower and lower, and he paused at my breasts, taking a moment to caress and tease the nipples to diamond hard points. Rogue tentacles slid along the belt of my breeches, some sliding under and toying with the thin undergarment I wore, but not breaching it yet. I was helpless in his grasp, crying out whenever his mouth hit something more sensitive. And every time I cried out he groaned, and when he groaned I got even hotter inside, I could feel my body burning, aching for some sort of release.



I let go of his shoulders once he got down too far and had to rest my elbows against the keyboard, bracing myself for the noise it’d make.



He chuckled when I jumped, blowing warm moist air over my cold skin. I lifted my head and peered at him, giving him an evil look. He just smiled at me, and when he let go of my hair and ran his hand softly down my spine to the curve of my hip, I couldn’t help but whimper a little... He was so gentle with the clawed hand it made me want to kiss him again, but I didn’t dare interrupt whatever his mind was focused on now…



With dexterity beyond my comprehension he somehow used his pincer to slice all the buttons off my pants at once, not once nicking the skin nearby. Taking a heavy breath he gripped them and started tugging downwards.



As the cool night air hit more of my skin I started getting a little more nervous. Like I’d told Davy before, it’d been a long damned time since anything like this had happened to me, and never with such gentle reverence and bold passion. Flattering as it was it was also a little scary. My breath quickened and Davy’s head snapped up to look me in the eyes. He saw what I felt, let loose my breeches and stood up and kissed me again, putting as much care into it as he could, trying to calm me down. I lost myself in it, my head whirled … and I felt his hand strip off my pants and didn’t feel anything but anticipation now…



I heard them hit the floor and the scrape of his crablike leg against the wood as he kicked them under the bench. I laughed into his mouth and he let me go, smiling down at me.



Now clothed only with the thin undergarment to ward against the chill air, and despite the closeness of his rather large warm body, I shivered from the breezes I felt. His eyes turned from pure hunger to concern.



“Cold?”



I nodded. Immediately he shifted, reached out and grabbed a match from who knows where and struck it up. In awe, I watched as he passed it from appendage to swaying appendage, lighting the candles around the organ until it was bright enough to see well and warm enough to be comfortable again. With a casual shake the match was extinguished and flung aside.



“Better?”



The candles heat, through minimal, was enough to stop the cold shivers… now it was just lust shivers I had to deal with. With the new light I could distinguish the change of skin tones from his sun-darkened face to the nearly white-blue sliver of chest I could peak at through the ties on his shirt. I could see the shape of him through the clothes and my gods he was built beautifully. Not only that but because he displayed such care for my comfort I couldn’t resist pulling him back down to me for another impassioned kiss. I felt his body quake when I wrapped my now bare legs around his waist and pulled him even closer. He slipped a little and his arms hit the keys on either side of me, making such a booming vibration that I yelped and nearly crushed him in surprise.



Laughing, he said, “Nervous ain’t ye?”



“Is it that obvious?” Probably was, and for all my provocations I felt like a bumbling novice. Not difficult in comparison to a man who’s been around for, well, a long bloody time.



“Ye’d think the rum would’ve gentled ye down some…”



I scoffed and un-tucked his shirt from his breeches before he could do anything about it. “So says de man who can’t say ‘monosyllabic’ without stutterin’.” I grinned at his pretend insulted face. The verbal jousting got my mind off the fact that his hand was now slowly but surely slipping my flimsy underwear off. “And why, pray tell, are you still clothed?”



“Ladies first…” He growled as he realized I’d have to move my legs if he was going to successfully get me totally naked. I felt a tug and heard a rip and the scrap was gone. Problem solved, I suppose.



“Yer hard on clothing, ye know that?”



“Ye won’t be needin’ em for a while...”









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*runs*