Funerary Customs

*** Author's Note*** I'm a girl who stumbles through her own universe, making up the rules as she goes along. I've manipulated the timeline and perhaps even some dialogue, to make things go my way. The story that follows is pure shower-nozzle masturbation material and should be treated as such-- in short, don't think about it too hard! :-)

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“Father! Come aboard!” Even the coldest pirate heart shivered with grief at hearing the anguished strains of Elizabeth’s screams. They were all fully aware that the Governor was most surely dead if he was traveling these waters. But Elizabeth, remembering how she’d left things with her father, seemed unable to accept the inevitable truth. She kept calling out to him, but he turned only a blank stare to her and kept drifting farther and farther from them.

“She must not leave the ship!” Tia Dalma shouted, nudging Will into action. He ran to her, pulling her from the ropes and clutching her tight to his chest. She tried with all the strength she could muster, to wrench herself from his grasp, but finally gave up. The realization of her father’s death came crashing down upon her like the swollen waves of the tempest. Elizabeth pressed herself into Will’s shoulder. Sobs that shook her entire body were wrenched, seemingly, from the depths of her soul. Will looked around as if waiting for someone to tell him what to do. Getting only looks of uncertainty, he improvised, pulling her towards the hull of the ship, whispering words of comfort. Just as they reached the doors, Elizabeth’s knees buckled and she sat down hard on the deck, only serving to make her cry harder. They all watched, unmoving, as Will gathered Elizabeth in his arms and kicked open the door to the hull.

“Well… that was dramatic,” Jack piped up, sashaying across the deck and leaning on the rail. “I certainly feel on the edge of despair. Nothing like a death to bring one’s life into perspective.” As was customary whenever Jack spoke, the entire crew looked at him quizzically. “Ahem… I think I’ll just go see how she is.”
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As Jack reached the living quarters, deep in the belly of the ship, he could still hear Elizabeth’s muffled sobs. Poor lass, her father was all she’d had in the world except for Will. And he’d noticed some distance between them since the rescue. She might be a murderous wench, but she was clever and he had to respect that. During his time in the Locker, he’d come to have a renewed respect for Elizabeth Swann. Had he himself been in her place, he’d probably have done the same thing. With this respect had come a deep affection for her and this affection had made his heart break at hearing her so grieved. Jack rubbed his chest uncomfortably. He wasn’t sure he liked this feeling of caring. He stopped at the door and knocked softly. “Ehm… I don’t mean to pry… can I come in?” Receiving no answer, he just turned the knob and stepped in boldly. “Elizabeth--” he stopped at seeing her. Will held her in his lap, rocking her as he would a small child, stroking her hair and whispering softly to her. Will looked up at Jack, a desperate expression of helplessness marring his features. “Is she alright?”

“She will be.”

“Come on, Lizzie!” Jack sat down next to her and Will on the bed. “It’ll all work out in the end, love. Your father was a good man. I’m sure that he’ll be ferried to a good place.” To his own surprise, he found himself touching her delicately, his hand rubbing in slow circles over her shoulder.

“Who cares about a good place?!” she cried out suddenly. “I know I’m selfish, but I’d rather have him here! He was so worried about me. He tried to understand me, but he never did and I did everything I could to push him away! I just never…” her voice was coming in choking hiccups as she tried to spit out the words that were like poison in her mouth. “If only I could just tell him one more time that I loved him.”

Will pushed her hair back and cradled her face in his hands. “He knew it, Elizabeth. I think your father was more like you than you think. He was very proud of you.” She looked up at him, his features blurred from the tears still streaming down her cheeks. The anger that she had seen flicker in his eyes earlier had subsided and he was again the soft-spoken boy she’d known nearly half her life. She had nothing left to cling to but him. It had been so long since they’d touched, since his lips had moved softly over hers.

“I’m so sorry, Will. I nearly ruined everything and I’m so sorry. I should have told you… I should never have let you think---” She threw herself against him, hugging him tightly.

“Sssshhh… forget it. It’s done.” He tipped her chin upwards and pressed his lips against hers. It was a simple, innocent kiss-- a gentle caress. It had been so long and she felt so good, that he deepened the kiss urgently. He teased her mouth open with a playful bite to her lower lip. His tongue sneaked into her mouth, tracing over her teeth and tickling her tongue sensually.

“Uh… well… this is my cue to leave.”

Jack started to stand up but was stopped when Elizabeth grabbed his hand tightly. She pulled her mouth away from Will’s with a breathless sigh and turned her head to look at him. Her spiced rum colored eyes turned to his with heavy lids. “Don’t go, Jack.” She looked back at Will, her expression pleading, and leaned over, kissing Jack warily. He pulled back abruptly, but she was persistent. “Please stay,” she whispered against his lips.

Both men looked at each other questioningly, trying to hide their shocked expressions. Elizabeth sat back, scooting back farther into the massive bed. “Please… I want to feel something other than this sadness. This loneliness. Please…” The two men could do nothing but watch breathlessly as she loosened the garment tied crudely at her waist.

Seeing the curve of her breast exposed brought Jack to his senses slightly. “Elizabeth… are you drunk?”

“Of course not! What kind of girl do you think I am? Besides… the rum’s gone.” She smiled mischievously and pulled the clip from her hair, letting it spill over her shoulders. “I can assure you that I am of sound mind---” she paused, looking down and letting the tunic fall open fully, “and body.”

“Yes… definitely sound body…” Jack replied, his voice catching in his throat.

Will narrowed his eyes dangerously and punched Jack in the arm. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”

Elizabeth sat up on her knees and shouted angrily, “Yes I do! I’m sick of everyone telling me how I’m supposed to act! Please--- I need you… both of you.” She crawled across the bed and into Will’s embrace, purring, “Please… make me feel better.” She nuzzled against the corner of his jaw, breathing warmly against his skin. Her tongue darted out, catching the small drop of salty sweat that was beginning to run down his neck. He growled deep in his throat and wound his fingers into the mess of hair around her face. Possessed by a sudden urgency, he pulled her head back roughly, crushing his mouth against hers. Her gasp of surprise was hidden as he took her breath, suckling at each lip in turn and then stabbing his tongue between her teeth, working it back and forth in an almost obscene imitation of what was to come. When he pulled away from her, she groaned in disappointment, but had no time to protest. Putting his hand in the center of her chest, he pushed her backwards forcefully.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he rasped, looking down at her and pulling his shirt over his head. He looked over at Jack who still sat and stared stupidly, his mouth ajar. “Well what are you waiting for, Jacky?” Jack seemed to be shocked to action and, for lack of a better suggestion, began pulling off his sash.

Elizabeth pulled back slightly, thinking that perhaps she’d gone a little too far. “Will--”

He raised his eyebrow and began crawling across the bed towards Elizabeth. “Come now, love, this is what you wanted, right?” He grasped her ankle and pulled her leg out straight towards him. He smiled seductively and kissed lightly over the top of her foot. She started to speak, but could only chew on her lip as he rubbed his rough cheek over her calf and nibbled lightly at her knee.

Will glanced over at a shirtless Jack and nodded as if approving his admittance to the party. Jack slid into the bed easily, pulling himself to his knees and reaching out for Elizabeth’s hand. Grasping it, he pulled her up hard, letting her crash against his body. The air was pressed from her lungs audibly as he pressed her against him. Being somewhat more rough around the edges, Jack’s hands immediately slid down her back and grasped her bottom, forcing her pelvis against his growing erection. He did not kiss her, but licked her lips playfully as if daring her to respond. And respond she did, her mouth seeking his. He toyed with her a moment, barely letting their lips make contact, then pulled her close again and captured her with an almost violent kiss.

She could feel Will sidle up behind her, his warmth enveloping as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. His fingertips coiled in the thick curls at the back of her neck and swept her hair away from her ear. He breathed wetly against her ear, whispering words of seduction. Her body trembled and her skin prickled at hearing his voice, so raspy and labored. He could feel her body tense in his grasp and he laughed softly. Taking her earlobe between his teeth, he nibbled gently and licked at the cuff of her ear. His hands moved over her shoulders and down her chest. The calluses on his fingertips scraped against the smooth skin of her breast. He traced around each areola and watched in savage delight as they tightened into small, pink nubs that stood out proudly. When he scraped a fingernail over first one and then the other, she moaned and threw her head back against his shoulder. “Will--” she murmured.

“Shhh…” he whispered against her ear, rubbing his hands in smooth circles over her breasts. “Just relax and let us take care of you.” Cupping her breasts in his hands he offered them up to Jack’s waiting mouth. Jack lapped at them languidly taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking them fully into his mouth. Elizabeth gasped as he rolled the sensitive nub of one between his teeth and carefully pulled at the other one before switching. Goosebumps popped out all over as his beard tickled over the sensitive skin surrounding each nipple. She could feel Will’s hands trailing lazily down her sides, then resting on each thigh. She leaned back against him whilst Jack continued his assault. But she wanted more. She reached out, pulling Jack’s face closer, tugging at his hair almost painfully. Instantly, Will’s hands were on her again as he entwined her arms in his and pulled them back, pinning her hands behind her. She whimpered as he whispered in her ear, “Patience, love.” She wriggled in his grasp a bit half-heartedly but it was to no avail as he only held her tighter, her arms almost crisscrossed behind her back.

A small shudder of apprehension went up her spine. It was true that she had held this fantasy in her darkest dreams for a while now, but she hadn’t really expected it to happen. And now that it was, it was both erotic and frightening. Jack didn’t surprise her much. He was the embodiment of the “dirty pirate”, but never in her wildest reveries would she have imagined the Will who held her now. He was dominant and aggressive-- not at all the quiet, shy boy that always seemed at a loss for words whenever he saw her. And though he scared her a bit… the sensations he caused were most pleasurable. His voice purred into her ear, “Give up the control, Elizabeth. Don’t you trust me?”

“I trust you,” she panted, falling back against him as he released her and crawled from behind her. He laid her back against the pillows and shoved Jack out of the way, crawling lithely between her outstretched legs. He sat back on his heels and grasped the front of the thin undergarment she still wore. The fabric ripped easily and he roughly tossed her legs from one side to the other, pulling until the garment was completely free of her body and then tossed it aside. Both men looked down at her, their eyes wandering over every inch of her naked flesh. Each one sat on either side of her, their hands beginning to meander across the smooth geography of her stomach.

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Will asked and Jack nodded in reply. Elizabeth could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment at being examined so closely. She’d never even looked at herself naked and the thought of not just one, but two, other men looking at her was almost too much to bear. She tried to cover herself as best she could with her hands, but both men reached out to stop her. “We want to look at you, Elizabeth. You’ve nothing to hide.”

“Why would you want to hide any of this?” Jack asked, almost laughing with the satisfaction of finally seeing her. “Your skin… and those perfect…” his fingertips scrolled over her breast and across her belly as he spoke. They mewed and cooed over her, their hands never ceasing to move over her body, but carefully avoiding that most secret of places.

Elizabeth grinned slightly. “But when do I get to see you?” She batted her eyelashes teasingly and crossed her arms over her chest.

“A bit bold for someone completely at our mercy,” Will replied, circling her navel with a sinewy finger. “You’ll just have to be patient, won’t you?” Leaning down on one elbow, he kissed her again, entwining his tongue with hers as his fingertips worked their way down to hover at the edge of her sex. She inhaled sharply and tried to arch her hips up to his hand, but Jack pressed his hand against her hipbone, forcing her in place.

“Keep still, you impetuous wench, you,” Jack laughed. “We’d hate to have to tie you down.” She winced as his bony fingers pressed into the bone. His other hand strayed to her thigh and he massaged it firmly, his thumb nearly brushing the sensitive flesh.

Elizabeth bent one leg at the knee, raising it as Will rubbed the underside of her thigh and then pulled it towards him, opening her fully to their eyes. His eyebrow raised in surprise at seeing the slight glistening that already dribbled across her inner thigh. “It seems you’ve been thinking of this for a while now. What a little harlot you’ve become.” He winked at her and let a single fingertip trace the slit from top to bottom. Elizabeth bit her lip to keep from crying out and tried not to move for fear he would stop again. “So sensitive, I’m barely touching you and already you’re writhing.”

“Interesting… let me try,” Jack rasped, his fingertip tracing a path to the opening of her sex. He flicked it gently with the pad of his finger and this time she did cry out. “I think we’ve misjudged you all along, Miss Swann. She certainly moans like a whore.”

Elizabeth sat up on her elbow, her mouth opened to protest his coarse description of her, but was cut off as Jack scraped his nail across the tiny nub of flesh that was beginning to swell under his ministrations. “Oh my God…” she purred and fell back against the pillows again.

“God has nothing to do with it, love,” Jack replied, daring to press his fingertip further inside and rubbing her clit in slow circles.

Elizabeth purred softly, grabbing for Will, her mouth begging for his kiss. He obliged her, letting his hand fall to rest between her legs and lazily stroking the hood of her sex, his fingertips tangled in the downy hair that covered it. He could hear the tiny whimpers that escaped her lips as Jack continued to fondle her gently. Never one to be outdone, he stretched a single fingertip down to the opening and began to stroke just around the outside. When she began to pant, he cagily sneaked it inside, smiling as her inner muscles clutched at the invader. He pressed it inside a little further until she gasped. With a flick of his wrist, he twisted the fingertip inside and began pulling it out slowly. He looked down into her eyes, smiled mischievously, and pressed it back inside quickly.

“You two are going to kill me, I just know it,” Elizabeth gasped, her hips arching up to their hands.

“But what a way to die,” Jack growled, pinching her clit between his fingertips. Her moans began to escalate to near-screams as they sped up their efforts. Will tried to be gentle, having no desire to damage her fragile virginity just yet, but she wasn’t making it easy to keep his composure. His mind told him to slow down, but his body wanted to shove Jack out of the way and ravish her right here.

“Would you rather we stop?” Will asked, pulling out of her completely.

“Please! No!” she gasped desperately. Will laughed softly and slid two fingers back into her gently. Her cries became incoherent as they pushed her further towards the edge. Both men had to bite the inside of their mouths to keep from panting as they watched her writhe, her body begging for release. A panicked expression clouded her features as she started to feel the pounding, rolling tremors that began deep inside and radiated outward. Her breathing came in short gasps and her hips arched involuntarily against them. “My God, what’s happening?“ she gasped. “It feels like I’m turning inside out!“ The soft whimpers became screams that Jack had to silence with a fevered kiss until they subsided.

“Let’s hope they all mistook that for cries of anguish and despair,” Will smirked.
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