The Pirate Round
The Rakish and Ribald Adventures of Captain Blackheart and her Lady Chartreader
The Captain's Portion
By the time we dropped anchor at Hastings, we had been at sea two years. The crew deserved an extended shore leave, and most I would never see again. My quartermaster and lieutenant were misty-eyed about our ship, The Mermaid, and suggested we put into to dry dock in London. It was just turning March, and I could see the advantage of repairs and provisions, trade and pleasure, I found myself effortlessly persuaded.
We parted company on good terms and agreed on a summer at sail. We had just plundered the spice route and could do with some Spanish Gold before winter, particularly since the charts looked like they would be on our side with the Portuguese out of the way.
I wandered along the Thames from tavern to tavern toward the tower and under the bridge. There I came across many society whores ready to relieve me of my change purse.
I loved the women here; all cultured fallen wealthy who could go down on you in five languages who loved pirates of all genders for their no-hurry-to- leave and drink-till-dawn three -abed- games. I knew from the cat –calls and earnest beckoning that I would spend a week not seeing my clothes.
A group of such damsels were courting my relaxed gaze one in particular; the Lady Calico even uncupped her breast, inviting me to an evensong ball where we would fuck hard in the belfry for dessert
“Blackheart we thought you drowned, come see if we're all as wet as that sea you hold so dear…”
Too tempting, I mused, to ignore and with the night so young
“ Twice as wet and three times as long to drown I’ll wager…who says three pieces?”
Giggles cheers whoops and smiles settled then
I started toward the awaiting entertainment.
It was then I felt a warm hand slip deftly into my shirt not making a steal for my coins but grazing a thumb almost imperceptibly across my nipples before it steadily played on the curve of my ribs.
I break my stride, but from the touch, I realised there is no need to reach for a blade.
I turned to meet eyes I hadn't seen since being in Indus eighteen months passed.
She made quick to rest her lips on mine staring but briefly, at Lady calico and saying for the benefit of ear-shot “Lady Calico? Really, Captain? Where I come from, Calico is cotton my Blackheart. Why have cotton, when you can have silk?
“Leica?” I was pleasantly startled.
My night's plans changed in a whisper.
Kissing and touching then as if no one stood watching
hot wild you let me take you right there against the bridge wall.
Lady Calico made no fight of it bowed her head in accepted reverence and waved herself and her cohort away.
Yes, they all knew who Lady Leica was even if they'd never seen the small 'Rose and Roger' tattoo on her caramel shoulder showing allegiance to only one flag
there'd be no belfry for anyone else today but one nor foreseeable for if this Blackhearted Captain had a Lady Blackheart? Then it was her.
Since we reunited by tower bridge, we’d been fucking for a month now in a room above a Southwark vintner. A peel of bells punctuated our raucous acts of love.
Ceilings so low you started to become accustomed and then positively enjoy taking me in your mouth on your knees with me in a chair.
At once and again at times not allowing me to finish the cup of rum brought up from the cellars as it was poured into my hand by the housemaid, you swung between my legs to make me come in kicks barely permitting the room girl to depart.
Crawling up from the floor to lay along me you put your head in the crook of my arm impatient with her attending to her duty
your hand in a sweeping gesture toward the door.
“Captain…” you whispered into my shirts…
then pleading;“ I will not wait any longer… are my needs any less than yours?
You compelled me to affect the scene, and I address the maid;
“It matters not if you stay…however, the Lady Leica shall not divert her attentions further so if you blush easily I suggest you take your leave…”
The girl leaves in runs, and you smile and allow me to finger you a little as you tease my thighs in strokes…
“you wanted her to stay…”
you slip yourself lower
And then as you graze your nipple against my hardness and you place my fingers in your mouth…I court your move with words;
“Well, she is so young, she could learn a lot from you…”
I push your head down to kiss at my wetness.
Breathlessly pausing from sucking at me, you ask;
“ Captain, Would you pay her to stay?”
I coil my hand into your hair to pull your lips closer;
“If my Lady bade it I’d empty my pocketbook into her lap.”
my suggestion only serves to engender your ardour you begin to fuck me with your tongue feverishly
I name the angels aloud, and in shaking satisfaction come hard in your mouth, I feel your lips quiver with pleasure….
And I know my reward will be fucking you till you call out
But before we reach the bed there are raised voices and rapping at the door…
Ignore the din my Blackhearted one… fuck me where I lay and let me at a noise to distract you from this irritation…”
At which a two of my crew burst in fetching my clothes from around them as they come toward us.
“ Captain…” They are earnest and afraid of something so much, they do not immediately see whose arms are about me. Then they see that marking of yours and doff their tricorns.
The Quartermaster is chastened having always been fond of you.
“Lady Leica we had no idea we thought you…”
I sit up and stop them “ Yes, yes, what's this? Your news ought be great, or as I love you I’ll run you through for this”
“ Captain we must away the king has warranted your arrest and is ordered arms to be fetched here…
“ Here? My whereabouts are privy only to yourselves… for you know if I am found you swing as well as I.”
“ Captain we know not how you are betrayed, but you must make haste it is only that the king's daughter pleaded an hours grace for you else your head would be on a pike just now.”
As if to remind all present of their misdemeanour you take my hand, securing me by my mid-arm you course it between your breasts and down past your stomach to your damp clit you move wantonly against my arched fingers
The quartermaster and lieutenant dutifully avert their eyes they both know of your pleasures well, together and apart, but would never dare even brush by you whilst I was at port on pain of hanging from a yardarm
Looking briefly at each other they reluctantly interrupt us, My lieutenant is first to
speak;
“ Captain…. good lady if it pleases…”
And meet with your scathing disdain;
“No! it does not please at all…it is the very least in pleasing… is it not plain there is only one pleasure here.”
With that, you pull me closer…encircling my shoulder, you ease yourself hard onto my fingers and with a cry of desire and allow my fuck of you, your knee at my elbow the thumb of my free hand between your teeth defying my fate and I willingly ready do accept it if you promise not to desist.
You slope a long glance at my troubled crew as they must mind your throes, twixt pitches of delighted breath you dare them;
“ tell the king…. and that…. worthless wench of a daughter…. to run out their guns….where they might….. for the captain and lady Blackheart have better time to waste this day.”
I wince like a puppy at what must be and scarcely believe my own words;
“ Lady Leica …whilst I agree no virtue higher than an afternoon at your beck and call I’ll wager fucking more enjoyable whilst still alive.”
You smile and let me at my leave but add as I’m dressing
“Permit me Captain, but you should not sail the timbers are not mended and a week more to season such” you proffer knowingly
But I know I risk the ship impounded if not.
I know what I must do
And orders are swift; to one
“ You release the ship from dry dock find five crew and slip her to shutes till dusk we’ll fetch back to Hastings tonight.”
and to the other,
“You muster all the whores in our employ to relieve the King's best of their will to obey commands…”
You kiss me long, and I’m away
Lying in bed, you are perturbed and its but moments before you call for the house maid.
“ …What puzzles still, is how anyone knew us to be rooming here and to have been here long enough but only now to give us a chase of it?
The girl is all fidgets and is clenching her fist you beckon her to you
“ Approach me.”
“Mistress…I…I…” she begs with a stammer
“ Come here …. Give me your hand…” you command calmly
The girl edges forward, and you grab her forearm she starts to squeal
“ Oh stop I’ll not harm you…well not unless its absolutely necessary”.
Reaching behind the headboards for your kirpan you ask her to open her palm
She shakes her head, and her knuckles whiten with refusal
So you tap the as yet unsheathed blade on her closed fingers
“ Show me your hand… or lose it at the wrist.”
She loosens in seconds and drops five pieces of gold onto the bed linen
“Crossed keys” you snarl.
You know only court whores are paid with coins such as these.
“ Well, it seems Lady Calico still has much left to say on the matter…
You eye the girl sternly,
“Tell your mistress this… that…I have paid you ten for a message that she should not to court my temper”.
Dismissing the girl and knowing you'll deal with this later, you start to dress for the sea…
Riding toward the ship, I remember how I first met you.
We were tacking north of Keralaputra, along the south-west coast of Indus. Heading for port at Kandla in on the Gujarat peninsula yawing wide to shun a scrape with Portuguese traders and hoping we’d meet with some Rajput exiles who would join us; we were some fair few crew down after running into guns down in Ceylon, and none fancied our chances against a man-o-war in open water.
Lucky for us we’d taken on some chart readers at Pondicherry, and we dropped anchor out of sight to settle our route.
One such reader tempted all the crew greatly with her knowledge of where we were to steer You’d been in service one way or another to privateer crew all over the Asias, but Your home was Amritsar.
None from this ship had been that far inland on Indus and Your stories weaved sultry entertainment when there was nothing to do but hide.
The Lady Calico was still draped over me from seeing to our fuck still wet and coaxing… My cabin door open and the quartermaster was idling a little drunk at its hinge… daring not to enter but making much of having spent time listening to the mores of just moments ago
“ Captain, if I may… the Lady Leica… I want her…”
I beckon in
“Ha ha…Does she want you? My briny friend?”
“ if it pleases she’d have us both the lieutenant and me…”
“ Mmm…Tigress…Maybe I should cut into the fray.”
Ever since you’d board and we’d been fucking for week on the mid deck among some ropes where you poured honey on my openness and sucked at me till I came on your lips you knew whoever was in my bed that I still wanted you…
taunting me with these cabin games knowing full well they’d have to come and ask me first, and the Lady Calico knew, and when she looked at me she saw it, and it burned her.
She interjects... her hand steadying my will to leave
“Dear Blackheart why should only you have your fill of fun after making such a good chase of it from Ceylon reward your crew with this reader minx…. sweeten your lips with me…and if you’re still hard we’ll ask she joins us later.”
I was trying at much to hide the sullen jealousy
“ have your fuck, then, quartermaster…be at your sport” I laid back down but was restless and later whilst Lady Calico slept from love I made my way out to the lieutenant's cabin and could hear you laugh and make such delightful sounds of pleasure...
As I turned to leave you to your diversions, the door cracked open, and you backed out giggling with a bottle of rum wrapped only in bed linen you stepped unwitting into my arms, and you spun round in surprise
“Captain…! Have you come to play with me, and these two…or has the Lady Calico tired of you?”
You uncovered yourself and dropped to your knees
“…I would never tire of you” you unbuckled me in a flick.... my clit hard before you could kiss at me…
“I will always want you in my mouth…” you handed me the rum.
My eyes closed with desire and you took your fill of me……
The Servant's Eyes
I am a waiting-maid at the court of the king, and there have been many spectacles here...
our education as dark as it is lively and we are covered in the tittle-tattle of the day but one choice piece of court gossip was the return of Lady Leica... from the dead to all and purposes…
You must understand, we knew pirates could never be kept, but the Captain Blackheart had such a flame for the Lady Chartreader it was all that was in Lady Calico’s power to see to her dispatch.
Now? Having believed it true until a month hence, she revelled in seeing the Captain in London again. However, The Lady Leica defying the attempt on her life by Lady Calico herself a year passed, returned to claim Captain Blackheart as her own. The Lady Calico searched the streets of South London paying all who would take her coin to find out where they were hold.
When the news arrived this one morning... of the two of them blissfully rooming in Southwark for a month she turned hell cold with her cursing;
The sounds of porcelain smashing were coursing through the king's courtesan quarters The lady Calico was enraged to madness screaming with anger and rotting with jealousy manifest.
“Will no one rid me of this willful wench?”
The room-girls quaked in the corner avoiding flying crockery
“Am I to be plagued to the ends of my days with this tiresome deck whore?”
Turning her hands on curtains shredding them from their stays with fury she ranted;
“How in the sands of time is this worthless guttersnipe still alive?”
calming herself with wine she sent word with me to the king's advisor;
“You…go to that gluttonous excuse for a man and tell him this…tell him there rats in the port of London and that those rats seek consort with the king's own courtesans….remind him of the penalty for piracy and taking your fuck from the court of the king.”
she smiled at her nemeses fate
“let the captain and her lady have pikes for a wedding gift.”
I made my haste the Lady Calico was a cruel and unforgiving mistress and having delivered my message I started back toward the abbey rooms and was dragged into a shadow
“What is your business here?
The voice was gentle, and I recognised its command beneath the velvet hood
as the king's own daughter
“I lowered my eyes immediately speaking reverently into her sleeves
“ I am just the messenger kind majesty.”
“Do not be afraid tell me what you know…” she coaxed sweetly
’If it pleases, the Lady Calico is saying the Captain Blackheart is waging the court’s own property that’s death M’lady as sure as I breathe.”
“that insolent and hypocritical whore….fucking her way through every black-flagged ship that drops anchor along the coast…I will deal with the king you take a footman into Cheapside and find friends of our dear captain make sure she can make her escape…”
I run as fast as was able…I hoped I would be made good time to save the Captain Blackheart after all she did make us all step a little more lightly and sing a little more sweetly….
We remember most fondly her teaching Spanish, we willingly recited verbs and removed garments with each answer….
Playing naked Chess and Canasta quite more than four hours the captain fucking the winner whilst the losers watched and touched each other for sport…
Shame indeed to have such afternoons end for envy's sake.
The Pirate Round
My crew have made well their orders and secured the ship to the shutes and floated her to open water past cannon fire I have been circuitous in my escape making much of the hour setting false stories that I’m heading west to Avonmouth on the Bristol packet. We were to meet on the ship at eight bells, and you had given to rowing out to the boatswain's signal.
You boarded to his hand.
“Lady Leica the captain is not here…if it pleases…perhaps you would take to waiting in my cabin?”
The boatswain is an opportunist, but you are not enamoured
You step to make your way to the mid deck to my quarters
“ I am flattered by your hospitality, but I shall be reading the chart for our plot….”
He blocks your path and takes your arm
“ Oh, but have I not heard you with the lieutenant and the quartermaster…why not take your turn with me?
“ you would take your fuck of me without speaking with the Captain…?”
the boatswain's grip moves to your hand pressing its path beneath shirts pulling you in to meet his mouth
“What a happy secret this could betwixt us…is not my rum as sweet…?”
you smile and make a whisper of your retort close to his ear
“I suggest… you seek fast to unhand me….lest the captain finds you with your arm about me and is forced to make casting dice, from your teeth…”
The boatswain, chastened allows you to continue.
Naked now in my bed you unfurl your design for the trip. Your gold map-wheel hung from a leather cord between your breasts in readiness. Your astrolabe, compass and quadrant were quickly matched to the longitude and latitude of the new journey. You were not as familiar with these waters, but to a reader, with your skill, it was a matter of time and pitching out of Hastings passed the French? Child's play for you.
So thusly distracted you do not hear the bells strike eight….
looking up when I, at last, arrived you smiled
I sit down next to you
“ Leica …” I touch your shoulder where it meets your breastbone and kiss the scar so deep and pitted there.
“ What passed twixt you and Lady Calico?”
You stretch your fingers out over the chart and exert a little irritation
“ Captain, we are not wed, the secrets of my head will always be mine and mine alone…do not ask this of me.”
You comfort me with kisses and reach for my belt
“ beside the secrets of my flesh will always be yours…”
You unbuckle me in gasps
“ Be you content with that.”
I place my hand over yours and redo my belt
“ No we are not wed ….so why would I ask for secrets…I cannot pry, I do not ask for secrets, I ask only for the truth…”
You push the charts from the bed you have no wish to quarrel and bid me lie next to you
“ What are the rumours, my Captain?”
“That whilst I was gone six months toward the new world where we had pledged to meet…you took to Lady Calico’s bed and were thrown overboard for your trouble.”
You cover your eyes.
“Captain do you believe this…?”
“The quartermaster heard a shot… and saw you lifelessly smash against the water…when I got the news, I changed my course for the spice route…”
You touched my lips with your fingers
“You must have made much of hating me….”
“Well…All was forgiven when we took our fuck at tower bridge….”
You laughed adding;
“Captain you must believe as you are able…but I know the truth…and I must deal with her once and for all.”
“If she harmed you…I promise... I will kill her, Leica…”
“Captain… If you believe she harmed me should you not grant that I and only I am allowed the pleasure of dispatching Lady Calico myself?”
As if to seal the agreement, you set about unbuckling me again, this time I do not stop you…
The Quartermaster’s say
I am the Quartermaster aboard a Dutch frigate. I take my orders from one Captain Blackheart. She has commandeered a ship to the New World, where we are to join her in a few months when those who would hang us have sort other quarry. She charged the Lieutenant with the run of The Mermaid and to protect us all from Portuguese guns we are at port in Kandla on Indus and the crew but were soon to disperse with booty each enough.
Above all, she charged us with her most precious cargo the Lady Leica, a chart reader from Indus as wanted by the Portuguese as any pirate for running the maps for privateers where they that would plunder, knew not the route. Lucrative dangerous and not fine work for anyone but she made it her own. It was said that the captain had many lovers but only one lady, and this was her.
The lady Calico was also aboard, the Captain's hitherto lover ever waning in the Captain's attentions while the reader was aboard but she was well connected to the courts of both England and Portugal and was gone three days at her business occupied thus I knew I had time for play.
The lady Leica had come to my bed and that of the lieutenants from time to time. She liked us well enough, so I fancied my chance and sent for some rum and asked her to make a night of it with me. I surprised when she came to the quarter deck
She saw to my drink
And sitting astride me moving back and forth along my thighs.
Telling me how she was naked under her dress and had hoped I might ask of my fuck of her so had not worn any undergarments to hinder our sport. She thrust her hands into my shirts and pulled at my nipples and kissed me taking rum from my mouth allowing my fingers free to travel over her and uncup her breasts her nipples were hardening under my thumbs
“you wetten me, quartermaster.... will you not touch me …?
She swung around with her back to me and took me at the wrist to hitch her dress and expose her glistening clit. As she sat in my lap her legs widened to my quickening touch her delighted cries allowed me to finger around her cunt, but when I plead to fuck her, she steadied my hand, and I knew there was only one who entered that gate “make me come for you” she beckoned and she rubbed herself against me until she came in my hand.
She said she wanted to taste me and watched me unbuckle and sank to her knees to lick at my wetness
my pleasure was mounting I left the cabin door open as you had asked and coming in your mouth the Lady Calico stood watching as I put my hands in your hair she stepped into the room.
I begin to wave her away and take a drink, lady Calico rolls her eyes;
“Oh do not flatter yourself deck hand…Do you seriously think I want the quartermaster when I have the captain…? No, it’s the reader I would speak with.”
You look up from your amusement turn to face her and wiping your hand across your lips you make your answer...
“Lady Calico…. I am at my diversion what would you have me do…?”
You ask me for the rum
“ Leica…come to my cabin when you are… done here…. I have some news that would benefit you and the captain.”
You wait until Lady Calico leaves and touch my arm
“Quartermaster will you follow me” I jump at your request you ask….
Lady Calico's guard enter the cabin and order I stand outside.
I hear Lady Calico's voice
then your laughter
I could see you had opened the door
then as quick you close it again
more of Lady Calico then you say something
There is quiet for a moment then a pistol shot
I round the door your neck and shoulder crimson with blood….Lady Calico’s guard are at your elbow one has his hand over your mouth… you are too weak to struggle…Lady Calico's guard hold me fast you look at me eyes pleading… Lady Calico is screaming
“ She tried to kill me throw her overboard…”
They drag you out to the rail
I break free from their grasp, but they had swiftly cast you over, I run to put my arms over for you put I you are gone, and I see you fall to the water…
Lady calico runs to me
“Quartermaster do not blame yourself, those people cannot be trusted…I tried to tell her I could help…but she became angry…that knife you see…”
There was blood on her breast…
I went back to my cabin and lay down, reeling... how would I explain this to the captain…
The Chartreader’s way
I was quite beside myself with missing your touch and although the quartermaster and lieutenant were pleasing enough I tired easily of their games.
All well and good then that we were to make the rendezvous with the rest of the crew in a matter of days. And? In less then three months to sail to make our meet with my Captain in the New World. Where we would not be put to the chase for our plunder. We could not make it passed both the King’s and the Portuguese guns alive, so the wait was on. We spoke nightly positing if only we were free, we could sail sooner, but buying our freedom meant flanking court at sea, and none here wanted to ferry under royal colours. The captain always said we ought rather hang. So anchored as we were off from the Indus coast, I knew so well and happy to be entrusted with the charts for The Mermaid.
I came to her cabin that night Lady Calico was not one to be refused and having already taken my fuck of you and brazenly…I did not see the need to taunt her further and just that I may have been born at sea does not make me insolent.
I was a little drunk for sure on grog and playing well with the good Quartermaster, but my wits were not dulled so asked her to accompany me to the Lady’s cabin.
Lady Calico was a courtesan and from nobility and five of her own paid guard made the constant show of strength needed to remind us there were other orders on open water around the colonies. Although I had no personal quarrel with the lady what she stood for was what I hated that more than anything.
The Quartermaster was not permitted to enter the cabin, and one guard stood outside to agree it.
I made my way in and in my surround was an excessive four guards and a cabin girl my kirpan felt keen against me, but I made no move to use it.
She offered me refreshment but I wanted to get on with the business she had spoken of when first she’d interrupted my sport with the quartermaster my patience thinning cordiality had no place.
She wanted me to see to spend the night in her bed to secure our release and whilst I found this more than a little amusing? She was deathly serious…
“So…Leica can I offer you some refreshment some liqueur perhaps…?”
“No…thank you Lady Calico….The captain has entrusted me to the chart I must see to my duty…so if it pleases…do we have business here today?”
“…Leica …. I can secure your release from the Portuguese…”
“ I do not need my release from those imperialistic dogs my life has always been at sea, and I will die at sea free or hanging.”
“Yes…. well…. whilst that is no doubt a comforting thought….
I have negotiated the release of both you and the captain….”
“Why would you step aside and allow this…and help us?”
she paced around her cabin
“ I have….given some thought to this…I have some dignity the captain has chosen you….for now at least…with or without my help, you are going to set sail for the new world…”
“what does this bring for you?”
“Well, there in lies the offer Lady Leica… I would like one night with you…. then you and the captain can leave freely…do we have an accord?”
“I think we are finished here…”
Laughing as I took my leave, she felt trifled with and threatened me with my Blackheart’s life;
“Here’s the document, take it, I know you can read….”
“…and here’s another… a death warrant…with reward…”
I saw she was not in the mood for games and closed the door again.
“ You spend one night with me, or I will see to it every naval and legal ship from here to the New World has Captain Blackheart for quarry…
There'll be no escape at land or sea...you'll never be free...how will you go on without this pardon...how will you live real lives...?"
The document she showed me was true a seal from the Portuguese Queen, the crown prince…and in the king's own handwritten sentence; A pardon…
She then waved a death warrant in front of my eyes making her threat a promise I became anxious….stepped forward ….and took the documents to study… I bowed my head and concentrated over the legalities…as I did…knowing the Quartermaster stood at the door, she must have silently signalled to her guards as before my wits knew two were about me, holding me fast. She wrenched the pardon from me and handed it to the cabin girl to put to a candle as it burned, I did my best to resist and thrash free, but she held my face to read the death warrant more closely and there plainly… Orders for me to be shot on sight without trial… with her free hand she found herself to my thigh and unsheathing my Kirpan, she said cutting herself with it …
“ What would you have me do…. allow someone like you her free fuck of my captain…?
She took her guards pistol and holding the barrel to just below my collarbone; “I will say...I quite liked you…and gave you a chance to give yourself up…but you resisted arrest and attacked me…so I had no choice…” she pulled the trigger, and the quartermaster came in sword to the ready, but? They held her….
I felt faint with pain and tried to struggle free but was weakening with blood loss I looked at the quartermaster I wanted for all the world at that moment for her to believe I did not try and kill Lady Calico and that I had been tricked…
I was naïve of what covetousness could do…I was not to know she had already secured your release and only yours…. That she planned my demise and for all, I would ever know would claim the reward for it. No one but Lady Calico and I would know what really passed twixt us that night the poor quartermaster only relaying what she had seen to you, a now long-forged rumour by the time the news had reached you.
I was picked up by kinsmen from the boat I had crawled into roped at the side of the mermaid it had drifted into fisheries, and I was glad of their kindness.
I was land-lubbed for a year and heard not one bit of news of where you might be until some tale of you wanting to return to Hastings attached me to sail with traders to find you I searched St Leonards and Pevensey for a sight of you.
However, when I saw the state of the ship I knew your crew would persuade dry dock of you and stowed in sluice till we made London. The rest you know but this you do not;
Having made our pledge to meet at eight bells in your cabin, I find myself down to the port…
I have sent an envoy to lady Calico to meet me alone in a Redcross Street Tavern
My enemy enters…
“Lady Leica raised from the dead…none more surprised than I …”
“ Lady Calico…we are to be roomed…” I send the table boy to her side and show her a key
"…. so that no one may overhear us or you be tempted to put guards at my surround…now take off your clothes…”
“ are you out of your mind?”
I need to be plain you have not concealed a weapon about you…”
“ I will do no such thing…”
“ Lady Calico you will remove every last thread of your attire and you will do it here or in the street….”
“ I shall take my leave..”
“you will undress like the common whore you are, or I will shoot you where you stand…. you were altogether glad to see me in your bed when it suited, so lets see the measure of you now…"
she begins to shed her garments
“Not so brave today at threatening me with the life of the one I have chosen…!”
she stands naked in front of me
“well… I see if you were a weapon about you I’d have to fuck you to find it which I have the least desire to do…go on...follow the boy up the stairs.”
I close the door and lock it behind us
I allow her to dress…
“ we need to settle this what do you want?”
“I want nothing from you…the Captain will always be mine. Look how she found her way to the London…to me… when she thought you were dead…”
“ it was only the thought I might be dead that would make her touch you..”
“ You are nothing…just some deck rat fucking anything that moves as long as it is covered in salt..”
“I am free… no court has me tethered like a goat to their whim my allegiance is to the sea and to those who would love me as I am…thanks to you the captain is free to….the Portuguese think me dead…you have nothing to gain from this bottomless jealousy…”
“I made a witness of the guards and the cabin girl….that night …and claimed the reward for your capture… I bought the finest French bed to do nothing but fuck in and when The Captain tires of you…and? She will… I’ll be there in that bed, waiting and when my nipples are in her mouth she’ll forget the arms of a common reader…”
I stepped toward her and brought her close by the forearm
“Lady calico…tonight the only thing tiring the captain will be that delicious sleep from love…when we are spent from having her two fingers inside me for an hour and my lips at her cunt, it is you who will be the distant memory….and I’ll see to it…”
I drive my kirpan in between her ribs to the hilt the blade stopping her heart with a slice…
releasing her from its grip, I drag her to the bed and cover her
I wipe and sheath my knife
Unlocking the door I take one last look I go down into the tavern and pay for some rum I warn the room boy to allow the good lady sleep… they know lady Calico’s reputation for temper and have no truck with a flying cup this night and agree they’ll not bother her till morning on my coin…I pay them handsomely and take my leave…
Having had you question me and set your mind at rest with sucking at you playfully you move to taste me and forget our argument your mouth is hot against my clit and your lips circle my wet and open cunt.
My calls of pleasure make you tongue-fuck me fast and hard, but I want you inside me so take your wrist and plunge two of your fingers into me in cries of delight…I whisper for you to fuck me harder…and as I come…I ask that you stay within me a little longer…I kiss you deeply, and I plan to stay like this for the rest of the night….