Calypso

Dawn appeared, fresh and rosy-fingered, and its enlightening rays revealed the figure of William Turner, prone on the ribbed sea-sand, salt water trickling from his still form. The burgeoning light pulsed red against his eyelids, and he stirred from his slumber. A moment's disorientation, finding himself washed up on a foreign shore, quickly resolved itself, as Will sat up on the beach, staring out to sea.

The Dutchman was still out there, somewhere. He recalled the moment when he had been plucked from its deck, from the midst of his crewmen, as the mighty fluyt had ridden the undersea currents through the Persian Gulf. He, so long accustomed now to the feel of the ocean pressing all around him, felt himself gliding at great speed through the waves, then, in all in a rush, he awoke on this desolate and unknown shore.

He concluded, therefore, that he had been brought here for a purpose. He stood, and unsheathed his sword; the gold filigree he had inlaid into the handle decades, maybe even centuries, before had not tarnished, and though designed for another, it fit his hand perfectly.

'Show yourself,' Will commanded, with all the authority that captaincy of the Flying Dutchman brought. There came an answer, from the only being in the world for whom that authority conveyed not an order, but simply a request.

Calypso, goddess of the sea, emerged from the undergrowth behind Will, appearing to him, as she had many times before, in the guise of Tia Dalma, the beautiful vodou priestess. Her long, black hair, matted and dreadlocked, hung long down her glistening shoulders, and her nude form carried a sultry sashay that all but the staunchest of men would find impossible to resist. 'William Turner,' she said, her voice laced with the strong accent adopted during her former life. 'You come to me again.'

'I was summoned to you,' Will said levelly, and Calypso inclined her head, a wide smile emerging from within her mane of hair.

'And so you were,' she replied. 'But why?' Her smile widened yet further, revealing white teeth flecked with gold. She swayed closer, keeping her big, round eyes fixed on his.

William tilted his head, lowering his sword as the goddess approached. 'I can guess. It isn't ten years yet,' he said with a wry smile. 'You're tired of waiting.'

Calypso's eyes sparkled. 'Can you blame me?' And she glided closer, reaching out to trace along his strong, bearded jaw line with a long, dark finger. 'Tell me you don't want it,' she added, and Will could not help but smile.

'I can't,' he confessed, and caught the goddess around her slim waist, pulling her bodily to him. Her breasts rested against his loose, soaked shirt, and her long, supple left leg crooked around his right. He leaned in, pursing his lips, but halted mere centimetres from Calypso's full lips. 'But only if you keep to your agreement,' he added warningly.

Calypso's eyes smiled up at him, and she closed the gap between them, sucking Will's lower lip into her mouth and bringing her snake-like tongue over the top to graze across his teeth. Will fell into the kiss, drawing the woman closer still, losing his free hand in her thick hair. After a moment, Calypso pulled back, dragging his lip lightly in her teeth, before finally releasing it and looking once more into his eyes. 'Of course,' she answered. 'I shall not let you be corrupted by de sea, my beautiful.'

Her lithe hands were already shrugging Will's shirt from around his shoulders, baring his golden skin to the heat of the morning air, and displaying the grisly scar over his heart that served as an eternal symbol of all that Will had lost to achieve his position -- a position which now included his embrace in the arms of the sea goddess.

He was quick to reach out and cup his lover's full breasts in his rough, calloused hands, and kneaded the dark, slick flesh under his fingers as Calypso pressed her lips to his prominent abs, planting wet kisses across his torso. She traced the outline of his scar with her tongue, looking into his eyes as she did. 'It was a terrible price to pay, was it not?' she said, in between lacing the jagged welt with her tender pecks.

'The price has been paid. Now I can enjoy the reward,' Will commented, running his thumbs over Calypso's hardened nipples. She cooed and writhed under his ministrations, slowly lowering herself down Will's sculpted body, pressing kisses into his hard abdomen. Will was forced to release her breasts, but contented himself with tangling his fingers into her hair, while watching the goddess perform. Reaching his belt, she quickly divested him of it, and tugged down his pants, allowing his growing cock to spring free of its water-logged confines. It bumped against Calypso's chin, such was its length, but the goddess took it in her stride, and glanced up at its owner, towering over her.

'De sea has not taken everyt'ing from you,' she mused wryly, and engulfed his member between her hot lips. Will gasped, and threw back his head, lost in the feeling of Calypso's warm mouth around his needing cock.

'The reward,' Will managed to breathe out, as Calypso's tongue snaked out to lather the underside of his shaft. 'I once thought it was the price.'

Calypso smiled around the meat filling her mouth. 'To never age? To remain youthful and vigorous? An' so... strong. There is no price there.' She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deeper into her wet mouth, then released, only to bring him in again.

Will ran his hands through the goddess's hair and down her smooth, bare back. 'Only because of the company I keep.'

The goddess paused, Will's length still caught in her lips. 'You tink of poor Elizabeth. Your lost love.' It was not a question.

'I outlive everyone but my crew... and you. There's the price,' he answered.

Calypso pressed a kiss onto Will's shaft, then let it drop from her mouth. She stood to face him directly, licking her lips. 'I cannot change de unfairness of de world, William Turner. But I can give you comfort.' She spread her hands, palms outwards; an inviting gesture, and Will did not pass up on it. He grasped Calypso about the waist, and gently lowered her to the warm sand. She lay back, submitting to him, as he trailed kisses down her neck and through the valley of her breasts, soaking up the sweet beads of sweat forming on her skin, drinking in her musky scent.

'And how long before you leave me?' Will asked, pausing at her navel. She looked down at him to find his brow raised, but his expression wry. She laughed lightly.

'When I become bored of you,' she answered simply. 'So you best not give me cause.' At this, Will's eyes shone, and Calypso let out a gasp as her lover dived between her legs to capture her sweet flower in his mouth. He pressed against her opening, forcing her petals wide with his probing tongue, and brought his hands up to push her legs apart, kneading the flesh of her thick, chocolate thighs. He feasted on her sweetness as if he were a man deprived of water for a lifetime, and he soon suckled on her engorged clit with the same voracity. Calypso wriggled in his embrace, burbling sounds emanating from her mouth, as Will lapped at her juices.

'I'd hate for you to get bored,' Will commented, and shifted his position on the sand, scooting up Calypso's body to look her in the eyes once more. He adopted an innocent, sincere look, lower lip jutting out, and said, 'You aren't bored, are you?'

Calypso grinned, and reached down to grasp his rock-hard cock in her hand. She guided it to her slick entrance, and rubbed the crown along her puffy lips. Both sailor and goddess gasped at the sensation, and Calypso arched her back. 'Thrill me,' she moaned, and Will was happy to oblige. A single thrust found himself sheathed within the goddess, and there he remained, motionless, for a moment, savouring the heavenly feel of Calypso's hot, wet walls enclosed around his manhood. She was as tight as he recalled from their first meeting, yet she could accommodate him with an ease that Elizabeth had never managed to attain. Will pushed all thoughts of his former lover out of his mind, and slid his cock back out of Calypso's warmth, preparing himself.

'Calypso,' he breathed, and snapped himself back inside her. The lovers fell into an easy rhythm instantly, so well had they come to know each other during their many couplings. Will undulated his hips against her hot, dark flesh, and Calypso responded in kind, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, drawing him ever deeper inside her with every long stroke. Her arms wrapped around his neck, but soon wandered south, to cup the firm cheeks of his ass in her palms, squeezing them tightly and inspiring Will on to greater speed. He thrust into her hard and fast, and her teeth soon found his neck, biting into his shoulder blades in delightful agony. Her hands flew up, too, to dig their nails into his broad back, leaving long streaks of red in his skin, to join the many others that had accumulated and slowly faded over the years. Will gritted his teeth and ground into her with ferocity, humping his lover with renewed energy.

But Calypso was lost in the moment, and she was not prepared to simply lie back. Squeezing her powerful thighs, she rolled the two of them over, so Will's bloodied back was pressed into the sand, and it was Calypso riding him with wild abandon. She shook out her smoky tresses, causing the matted stands to cascade over her flushed, upturned face, and gyrated her hips on top of her thrusting lover. Her breasts, bouncing freely, were soon captured by Will's hands, and Calypso arched her back as Will resumed his kneading. Her ass slapped lewdly against his splayed legs, as her pace became increasingly wilder.

She was becoming the true sea goddess, screaming and growling in pleasure, humping against Will's pistoning cock till the end of the world, and flailing her head this way and that, her breathy features becoming a blur of wild eyes and bared teeth. Will could only ride out the storm, as he so often did, washed along on Calypso's wave.

In time, the maelstrom would subside, but only upon reaching its terrifying peak. Calypso was screaming a hoarse rumble of Obay incantations; they would be causing storms in the Caribbean, and tidal waves off the British Isles, but neither she nor her lover cared; all that mattered was here and now. Calypso came first, arching her back so far she could almost have snapped her spine in twain; and Will was fast to follow, jetting his hot seed deep inside her as the goddess, sated and glowing, fell upon him, her hair splayed over his chest.

The storm faded, the seas calmed, and the lovers lay still, the goddess clinging to her human partner, her breasts pressing into his chest, her still-undulating ass cupped in his strong hands. Eventually, she looked up at him with bright eyes. 'All men are drawn to de sea,' she said.

Will ran his hands over her body, idly stroking her wet flesh. 'It's a beautiful thing,' he responded, holding the gaze of the goddess.

'And terrible,' she added, allowing Will to roll her over onto her back, where he slid a hand down her sleek leg. 'It consumes all that it takes into its soul.'

Will did not flinch from the steady eyes boring into his. Instead, he found himself growing hard again, nestled between the goddess's shapely legs. He pressed himself against her opening. 'And there's the allure,' Will said, burying himself inside his lover once again.

The sun went down upon the right, into the stillness of night, casting cool shade over the entwined lovers, rolling upon the sand of the isolate shore; the sailor and the goddess, united before the roil of the ocean, laying apart from the world.