Lighten Up Would Ye?

Capt_Davy_Jones_Lover, this is hilarious... i just cruised the Predfics... and we have similar tastes, don't we? :D neat.

thanks for reviewing guys and gals... it's good to see people appreciating something other than the standard Sparrabeth (yes, i read it. LOL)... you rule for taking the time to feedback to me. :D

oh, shit, almost forgot, I gotta credit my girls at LJ for inspirin me and helping me edit this thing... took me nearly a month to write! HUGS to them for thier encouragement and insatiable lust for tentacle smut. LOL. I'm so completely uncomfortable with it... would never have gotten done without their constant prodding. heh.

okay, well, finally, real smut.
*hides again*
be gentle... oh... oh yes... YES!!... again!
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(1.8)

He removed my hands from his shirt-tails held them above my head. “No touchin’.” I pouted but obliged, it was Captain’s orders after all. But I couldn’t resist teasing him a little more.

“So… runnin’ out the cannon ain’t gonna happen anytime soon, aye?” I smirked. He looked totally taken aback.

“I’m never going t’ be able to say that again without thinkin’ dirty, thanks Isssa.”

“Sure thing, Captain.” I rested my head back and once again the organ spouted a deep roar. “Damn.” I muttered once it quieted down.

He reached down and kissed me again, but this time his tentacles didn’t caress my face, they started tapping on the keys, and after a moment I recognized Spanish Ladies. I laughed into his mouth and he did the same, lifting up and looking me in the eye. “I can only imagine wha’ th’ crew’s thinkin’.”

“I know what I’m thinkin’.” I wriggled my wrists free and grabbed his shirt again. “I’m still thinkin’ it’s unfair that I’m sitting here naked and yer still dressed.”

I sat up and tried stripping him in earnest. Getting the blasted thing over his head was beginning to be a problem, but we both were slightly debilitated and so made things twice as difficult. Desperate, I glanced around… ahh! Within reach lay an old dagger, covered in barnacles but sharp enough for my purposes. With a wicked grin I brandished the knife before his eyes only for a moment before carefully making some quick cuts to essential seams, and with a quick tug most of his shirt lay in rags. Again I thanked the gods that we were drunk. I tossed the little dagger over his shoulder and took the remnants of his shirt off, all the while blatantly staring at the mass of muscles I just exposed.

For a few seconds we just soaked in the vision of each other. His arms alone were worth worship, thick and heavily muscled, covered with the sea-skin of the deep and thankfully hairless (nothing worse than men with more hair than a buffalo), a strange yet appealing mix of grey, blue and a light brown that was the remainder of his human tones. The claw part of his arm seamlessly blended into his skin and it was with much wonderment I traced its lines. I ran my hands up his arms and compared skin, and never would I ever have thought I’d be darker than a man who spent a few hundred years on a ship. I quite nearly proposed he should start doing his Captain’s duties topless, but I got distracted by the lovely shape of the rest of him.

Fair-skinned or not, this man was built like a rock. Clearly a body hewn from years of hard labour and even harder punishments, the scars numerous and the strength clearly defined through his skin. I tried to read the story of his wounds but there were too many, the biggest being on his chest, where I heard he tore out his own heart… which was something I really did not want to linger on at the moment. It saddened me too much, that a man like this could be so torn apart emotionally that the physical scars of old paled in comparison.

I focussed instead on his eyes, which lit up in curiosity as his gaze perused my own scars. Though not as numerous or severe as his, they stood out against my darker skin. Some were not yet three months old and still tinged red. The few on my arms were sun-baked and dark while the ones on my torso were tinged white. His more human hand reached and stroked my belly, lingering on the jagged pale tear that started just below my bellybutton and ended near my left hipbone. His brow furrowed just a little and I suddenly felt a little self-conscious. I didn’t need the reminder and he didn’t need the story. I shifted uncomfortably under him and he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking about. He looked back up at me, his pale blue eyes still full of puzzlement but he was wise enough to keep his questions to himself for now.

To divert him further I picked the final piece of ruined shirt off his claw and gave him a brilliantly wicked smile.

“That was me only clean shirt ye know.”

I ran a hand down his chest, and grinned. “As a sexy drunken Captain once said, vengeance is sweet.”

That earned me a rumble from deep in his throat. “I’ll put that on the list of things to punish ye for.”

“There’s a list?”

Before I could press him, he leaned down and kissed me. His talented lips and tongue teased a moan out of me and more of our bodies hit the keys. The organ protested but again we ignored it. “Aye, and it’s getting longer…” His lips moved down my jaw, tentacles brushing my hair out of the way for easier access to my ear. “Challenging the Captain on his own ship…” His good hand lifted my leg under my knee and I shook. “Stealin’ his rum…” The claw did the same to my right leg, and I couldn’t move either of them if I wanted to. “Threatenin’ to pummel him with a bench…” This time he licked my collarbone and one of the thicker tentacles wrapped around my right breast. “Teasin’ him all night…” The tentacle squeezed and I gasped, and Jones grinned against my neck. “Slappin’ his hand…” the mentioned hand’s longer finger stroked my inner thigh, “And the worst offense, spoilin’ the words ‘organ’ and ‘cannon’ for him forever…” Finally I felt him shift and a surge of heat bloomed between my legs as the bulge straining against his pants pushed against me. I couldn’t even muster the strength to laugh at the ‘organ’ jibe, his weight felt so good.

Between heavy breaths and feeling quite daring I managed to say, “That’s quite the list…” He mutely nodded and groaned deeply when I lifted my hips and ground against him. “And when is this punishment to commence?”

“Yer testin’ my limits, Isa.”

“Good.” I said lightly, using my arms as leverage and grinding harder against him. His head popped up and his blue eyes narrowed just a little and for a moment I thought I may have really pushed him too far.

“Havin’ fun playin’ with my organ?” He looked quite grave for a moment, but that didn’t last…We both busted out laughing, remembering the earlier story told during the game.

“Not yet, gimme a moment.” I took the chance while he was distracted to yank the belt off his pants. It was difficult, barnacle encrusted as it was, but somehow I did it without Davy stopping me. His pants dropped most of the way off automatically but I didn’t get to see nothin’, he was bent over in such a way that shadows and his ‘beard’ covered anything below the waist. Disappointed but still having fun, I had to tease him. “ALL ABOARD!”

Until I said that I don’t think he noticed… that or he got a breeze… Not only did he have to actually look down to be sure his breeches were pooled down near the floor, but he almost couldn’t breathe from laughing too hard.

“Stop… makin’… me… laugh!”

“But it’s so fun!” I reached up and gave him a chaste peck on the lips, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him closer. His skin was warm here too, soft, not scaly or wet like a fish, but just moist, felt like a man. I liked it. I gave him an appreciative squeeze, enjoying the firm bone and muscle beneath my hands, and a little angry that my arms weren’t longer to see what the rest of him felt like.

His eyes blazed and in the rush to get his pants off he did a bit of a bizarre dance and kicked the bench. I tried my hardest not to laugh but I couldn’t help it. It was so strange seeing this rival side of him, the light side to his darkness… and it was a total turn-on to know this ‘devil’ was as human as the rest of us when rum-soaked. I only hoped some of this light-heartedness would last longer than the rum did… this play was too pleasurable to end.

Then again I wasn’t exactly acting like myself either… but I promised myself: one night, no restraint. Bugger the consequences.

“Damn!”

He slipped and barely caught himself before his full weight pressed down on me (and what did weight did fall felt very good, rubbing me in just the right way), but the organ made such a noise that this time we both yelped and jumped clear off of it.

“I think it’s angry.” I said soberly, still totally wrapped around him and staring daggers over my shoulder at the organ as its booming vibrations slowly tapered off. The tone in my voice got him laughing again and only then did I become conscious of the quite large something brushing against my inner thigh… and it wasn’t a tentacle. At least I hoped it wasn’t. Oh…oooooh I’m in trouble. I couldn’t help but note he felt quite cosy lodged between my thighs like this. And that he didn’t wear underpants.

“Yer quite insane, ye know that?”

The only response I could muster was a quick nod, to which he just chuckled again and looked around for a new nest, all the while there’s me clinging on to him with his manhood whacking my leg and all I could think of was ‘playin’ with the organ’. I was beginning to panic, but at the same time, trying very hard not to just topple us both to the floor and, well, play…

“Don’t ye have a bed?”

“It’s around ‘ere somewhere. Ne’er use it.”

“Do ye sleep by the ooooorgan?”

“Quit sayin’ it like that!” He howled.

“Organ organ organ organ!” I growled with a grin, only to be squeezed extra tight by his good arm and get a growl in return. “Organ.”

Smart ass.

“Right. That’s it!” With a nod he spun, decision made, and he walked briskly and without faltering towards another corner of his large cabin, where a mysterious pile of dusty books and things were piled on something that sort of resembled a bed. With his cock rubbing up and down my leg I was quite distracted and not really caring where he dumped me, as long as he did it soon.

To hurry him up I started doing quite nasty things to his tentacles with my tongue and enjoyed hearing his breath speed up and get heavier…

His crab arm let go of me and I heard some rather loud crashes as I presumed he cleared some things off the bed… dust flew everywhere and we both sneezed and laughed a little at the plain goofiness of the situation.

“You gotta use this thing more often.”

“’Don’t have much of a chance to, m’ crew’s too ugly.”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “From the neck down Maccus is sorta…” I couldn’t finish, he drowned me out with another loud crash of books and trinkets falling off his bed and what almost sounded like a roar. He bent at the waist and grasped the top blanket, the cause of all the dust and threw it off completely, leaving a clean, well, relatively clean spot on the bed to put me on.

I half expected some form of sea creature to run across the sheet as I reluctantly slid off of Davy and sat on the edge of the bed. It was massive! It was big enough for four of him and covered in pillows, soft sheets, a blanket or two that hadn’t been used in ages, and had a thin canopy around it, probably to block out the sun in the morning. Unfortunately it was full of holes so it couldn’t have been that useful. Everything was in a deep shade of purple, and I couldn’t help but think he was either mimicking royalty or making fun of it, I wasn’t sure.

I scooted back a little so he could join me and he did, kneeling as best he could in front of me and suddenly I felt like I was being hunted… Oh shit. Watching his tentacles curl as he stalked me across the bed was both exhilarating and a little worrisome.

“Might have to keep you here awhile, you go nicely with me sheets.”

I felt my inner smart ass flare up. “Ye’ll have to clean up first…”

During our back and forth I’d been crab-walking backwards towards the head of the bed and he’d been crawling right after me, and with every movement forward that predatory gleam got brighter and brighter… he looked hungry. I had to stop when I reached the headboard, a large heavy wooden structure in the shape of, gee what a surprise, an octopus. Maybe the Kraken, I’d have yet to have seen it in its full glory, but I’d heard stories.… Creepy, but sort of beautiful, whoever carved this thing had the skill enough to put the grace of movement in it.

Taking advantage of my distraction Davy tried to grab my ankle, but out of the corner of my eye I saw his quick movement and dodged, pulling my foot out of the way and laughing at him. He tried twice more and twice more he missed. Looking a little amused he feigned reaching for my right ankle so I moved it but instead he caught my left and yanked, pulling me squealing and defeated across the sheets.

“Wiggleworm.”

I giggled at him as he secured my other leg under the knee and tugged til I was half under him. From this viewpoint I could see every detail of his body that the moonlight streaming through the cracks in the walls illuminated, and by all that was holy I couldn’t understand how he couldn’t get laid more often… Maybe if he raided ships naked… I made a mental note to draw him later, in as vivid detail as possible.

Davy Jones has a Belly button!

And just below it, fully erect and fully human… except for the ridges... ridges! Oh holy hell… was one impressive specimen of maleness. The area around it was also as hairless as the rest of him, and make his cock look so much bigger than it probably was… hopefully it was the angle that made it look so damned big but damn, if it wasn’t…

I’d seen only one or two totally naked males in my 27 years on this planet but nothing nearly like him. Frankly it scared me a little, but again I fought not to show it and took my eyes off the… that… RIDGES! I could only imagine how good that would feel…

I raised by eyes back up to his face, watched as his tentacle beard coiled and twitched and realized he was more than a little nervous having me gape at him, so naked in my fascination. The moonlight glinted off his eyes and they glowed brilliantly as he stared back down at me.

“Quit starin’, Isa”

“Can’t help it Davy…” His name still felt uncomfortable rolling off my tongue, after calling him Captain and nothing but for a couple of months. I paused, reaching up with both my hands, letting them entangle themselves in his tentacles and caress his cheek… I pulled gently and he obeyed, leaning down til he was level with me. I made sure he was looking me in the eyes so he could see the truth in my words. “You’re beautiful and I can’t help myself.” then I kissed the hell out of him again.

By the time I was finished with him he looked a little dazed and my breathing was ragged, but I continued to stroke his cheek with my right hand and look him in the eye. His entire body shook as my hand ran down his chest, down his belly (just had to feel the belly button for myself) and with just a little trepidation, over his shaft as far down as I could reach… the heat was incredible, like silk over stone… Feeling brave I wrapped my hand around and squeezed lightly. His hips surged forward and he groaned into my mouth…

Cocking an eyebrow at him I grinned, “Nice...”

“Don’t say it.” He growled, his lips pursed as if he was about to roar.

“Don’t say what?” I faked innocence.

“ORGAN!” His eyes were on fire, an inch away from mine…. And I actually watched as the frustration seeped out of them and he realized… “DAMN!”

“Ha Ha, you said it, not me!” I teased.

“I swear when I’m finished with you I’m throwin’ ye overboard...” I muffled the rest of his threat with another kiss, which he quickly settled into. I could NOT stop kissing this man.

“Take that back or I squeeeeeeeeeeeeeze.”

His eyes bugged out a little but he enjoyed the attention if his body was any indication. His skin actually changed colour, like a full body blush! “Don’t ye dare.”

“Take it baaaaaaaack…” I squeezed, but lightly. This was fun! Not only was he totally under my power at the moment (what man in his right mind would misbehave in his position?) but I was getting over the fear. Captain of The Flying Dutchman or not, he was still just a man… with tentacles… and a huge…

He appeared to think things over a bit, like he would any negotiation. “No.” Then he tried another tactic.

The pure passion he put into the kiss left me dazed, and he kept going til I literally had to push away so I could breathe. He looked rather smug afterwards. It took both hands to… damn… clever bastard!

I panted for a moment and watched his eyes change to that hungry stormy blue that I adored so much. Oh oh… I could almost see the plan forming in his head…

“And now I have another thing to add to the list...” He started kissing my jaw again. “And harsher punishment is called for.” His head kept moving downwards, lips caressing every bit of flesh along the way, tentacles doing the same, wrapping around my breasts then moving further down to stroke my belly and hips. I honestly didn’t know what to do with my hands so I kept them on him, anywhere that I could touch. I played with his shoulders, traced the contours of muscle and sinew that rippled through them, and a quick exploration of his back, where I felt more than saw more scars, imperfections that made him feel that much more powerful.

When I felt the first touch between my legs I just about screamed. He had me so worked up from his attentions to my breasts and thighs that I nearly forgot about everything else. It was so gentle, so soft, at first… then more and more touches, everywhere at once... my eyes opened wide when I felt the first probing nudge at my opening and my legs tightened around his ribs out of pure reflex. My breath hitched and I felt that familiar knot of fear, which I was really getting sick of, worm its way into my belly… and the next second Davy was up and looking me in the eyes, but his hand replaces his tentacles and kept working at me, but softer, caressing and rubbing enough to make my eyes flutter shut but not enough to make that knot go away.

“Isa, open yer eyes.”

I did. He had such a sweet look on his face I felt horrible and a wee bit cowardly for being scared. He leaned down and kissed me softly, and the wicked things he did with his tongue made me forget momentarily my fear. This time when I felt the nudge I didn’t clench, I opened up a little more for easier access. As the flexible appendage slid slowly inside I groaned deep in my throat and felt him smile.

“Still afraid?”

Trying to keep up the pretense, I said “Who says I was afraid?”

“Lass, if ye’d been any more rigid I’d have to get three or four of the crew to pry ye offa me.” The image I got coaxed a chuckle out of me and I felt like my face was boiling I blushed so hard. The tentacle inside me flexed and the friction made me gasp. He leaned his forehead against mine and said in a whisper “I’m a violent and impatient man, but ye have nothin’ to fear from me tonight. That’s a promise.”

I nodded.

“D’ye trust me?”

Now THAT was a tough one… but I knew he was a man of his word, not once had I ever witnessed him break a promise, or not follow through on a vow, no matter how little or big. But then again I hadn’t been around him long… oh piss on it… I’d go with what I’d seen. Again I nodded.

“Good girl.”

I growled. He knew I hated that, seein’ as he’d watched me slug a crewmember for sayin’ it. He just chuckled at me and went back down my body, resting himself on his elbows and readjusting me to where he wanted me. His hand moved out and away and I felt it run up my waist, along my left breast and the finger reached up far enough to caress my cheekbone, then settled on my shoulder. I grunted a complaint for being left like that but he quickly amended that.

The first touch of his hot tongue sliding across my clit made me fairly leap up… but the hand on my shoulder had a purpose, kept me in place… the tentacles down below had their purpose too, wrapping around my thighs, under my ass and taking a rather firm hold with the suckers on my back. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, totally under his control and loving every second of it.

He laughed again and the rumble slid through my entire body this time, every movement jolted through me. “Nobody done this to ye before, have they?”

In a rather pathetic squeak I replied in the negative, grabbing a pillow and screaming into it when his tongue resumed its probing. No, nobody’s done this, but then again I didn’t know anyone else with over forty tentacles either… I felt the penetration of two tentacles at once it took quite a bit of Davy’s strength to keep me from sitting up and screaming like a madwoman. It was too damned much!

He was persistent, fucking me with tentacle and tongue, and purring, the constant purring, sending lightning bolts down to my toes.

Oh shit I can’t take this I’m gonna go mad…madder…

My entire body trembled uncontrollably but I felt like I could melt right into the bed. I gripped the pillow tighter around my face, and shrieked into it. I could feel the waves building up inside me, nothing like I’ve felt before, the one time I’d given myself to a man… and I hadn’t even felt Davy yet… if this was the precursor I was afraid what my body would react like… Oh shit oh shit I’m gonna scream and wake up the crew oh fuck who cares Jesus fucking Christ…

I suddenly felt the pillow being ripped away from my face and Davy’s ministrations between my legs slowed and stopped… I looked down at him with murder in my eyes and he just grinned wolfishly back at me. Seeing myself wrapped up like a fly in a web with now three of Davy’s tentacles probing inside me and his mischievous blue eyes staring at me like this was quite possibly the naughtiest thing I’d ever seen, or ever would, and I knew right there and then that I’d do any bloody thing he told me to if he’d just let me COME FOR FUCK SAKES!

“Want to see yer face, lass…”

I cursed under my breath and he just laughed again. Bloody bastard was enjoying torturing me… oh, you’re enjoying it too.

My head fell back when his tentacles resumed their movements, stretching and sliding within me and all around me, all the different sensations both like a massage and a kiss, and watching Davy’s eyes get heavy-lidded and nearly black as he watched me in return, that gleam bright and the lips turned up and smug, I wanted to both beat the snot out of him and kiss him til he fainted like a girl. He was challenging me! Could I take it, or not…

Oh how he must be aching by now… he was hard enough before… I could only imagine…

Without loosening his grip on me his body slid up mine, it just added to the overall feeling of being fully embraced, warm flesh against warm flesh. I watched in rapt attention as his mouth descended on my right breast, talented tongue teasing my nipple, occasionally taking small bites that made me twitch, and he was still caressing me below, long appendages stretched to their limits in both holding me down, caressing and sliding in and out of me in a rhythm that had me audibly panting. My eyes clenched shut and I bit down on my tongue to keep quiet as the waves inside me crashed over and over and I hugged his head to me tight.

His breath blew over my sweaty skin and I shivered.

“I wanna hear ye…”

I didn’t want to make noise, I was afraid to embarrass myself, but … oh fuck embarrassment I couldn’t take what he was doing to me silently… every flick, every kiss, coaxed sighs and groans and little sobs out of me and I knew I’d be a mute tomorrow. If anyone was listening they’d learn quite a few different curse words in my language too.

“Let yerself go Isa, nobody’s gonna hurt you for feelin’ pleasure…” How’d he… “And no one can hear ye but me.”

My entire body was burning and the lightning bolts centered and I was gone, tilted over the edge by that look, that gleam, the pulsing blueness in his eyes and the shadows across his shoulders and the wonderful things he was doing to me between my legs and I finally let loose and howled like an animal with everything I had in me as the pure ecstasy poured over me in waves as high as the sun…

As it crested I felt my body go completely limp and I swear I must have blacked out.

Leftover ripples coursed through me and I slowly came down… and there lay Davy with his chin resting between my breasts smirking like the cat that ate the canary. His tentacles were spread out all over my torso, still caressing, albeit lightly in comparison. Playfully he lifted my right arm off the bed with his claw and dropped it. “Yer boneless as a jellyfish.”

He was right. I couldn’t move… I laughed breathlessly and I really couldn’t get the grin off my face, I tried, I really did.

He crawled up and kissed me senseless again (didn’t take much) and the wet slide of his ‘beard’ dragging across my belly and chest made me squirm in remembrance. It took great effort but I managed to curl my arms around his shoulders and hold him to me. I wasn’t sure where his ears were, if he had any, but I whispered “Thank You” nonetheless.

It was a genuine thank you but Davy had to check anyways. I smiled weakly up at his pleased face. He cupped my cheek in his palm and the longer ‘finger’ brushed a few more strands of hair out of my flushed face. “Isa, I haven’t even started yet…”

In my head a little version of me was doing cartwheels and squealing like a little girl.


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*peeps out*

hope i at least made you guys laugh a little. Heh. Ovary explosions would be good too, but hey, i'll settle for a good belly laugh... and spoiling the word 'organ' for you too. mwahaha.

*poof*