[ It's the way her cunt throbs around his cock that makes him snarl and nearly buckles him on top of her, still fucking her like a knife to the ribs wouldn't stop him.
This ritual is a part of him now. He would never think to change it, and possibly couldn't now, not looking forward to it the way he does whenever he's long at sea. Sometimes it's on her turf instead of his, but it's never far from where the two meet. They simply don't last that long.
Neither one of them is going to last long now. Charles can feel himself getting close to the same edge, but he's determined to send her over it first, so that he can come with the spasms of her pussy milking his cock. So his only answer is the hand in her hair that pulls her head roughly back, giving him space to sink his teeth into her throat at the curve of her neck to her shoulder.
Because he may not be a tiger himself, but he can still mark his territory. ]
Her whole body, it seems, lights up on that one single spot, and she arches at the same time her legs pull him closer. The noise that comes out of her is feral and wild, half a roar and half a scream, her hands scrabbling down his biceps and leaving behind thin, ragged scratches. Her cunt tightens, again, and her orgasm carries her, making her curl up a bit against him.
She doesn't want him to let go of her throat yet. Her healing will mean that by the time they go back to shore the mark will be gone, but it'll last as long as they are in this room together, and she wants to relish in both the pain and in the pleasure of knowing she's his, his, his.
[ The claws down his arms make him snarl, and worry her tender flesh in his teeth, knowing full well that he can't easily hurt her but still holding himself back just from breaking skin nonetheless, because his aren't as sharp as hers, wouldn't manage as cleanly.
He just wants to mark her, even for the briefest moment, and send that mark shooting through her belly to her cunt; he wants her to know what it is, and know he did it to her, before they go back to her people in the mouth of the jungle and she rises beyond any claim all over again.
Charles groans, feral, as the quaking of her pussy massages his cock, and he keeps thrusting, harder and heavier, pulling her closer even as she twists around him - and before the last of her tremors has passed, he buries his cock inside her and comes, fingers raking in her hair, moaning into her throat.
He still can't breathe, but he finds her mouth and kisses her anyway, biting the soft flush of her lips. ]
[She mewls a little as they kiss, and doesn't let him pull away. Instead she holds him to keep him right there, tucked inside of her, and takes deep breaths.]
I'm going to look you over for new scars.
[She says, finally, as she runs a hand through his hair. There are places it catches but she doesn't seem to care, nosing against the skin of his jaw, kissing along that line.]
Swear vengeance on anyone who hurt you.
[She's teasing a little, because there's no need for that. He's more than capable, and he hardly cares if he gets hurt.
But she loves him. She wants him to know it, that she would, that she would hurt anyone who hurt him, truly.]
[ He slowly relaxes over her, with a luxurious stretch that only nestles his cock more snugly inside her; the fingers he has in her hair loosen slowly and pull through. ]
They surrendered. The captain who gave us those beads, and his crew. Begged me not to feed them to the tigers.
[ Does he sound disappointed? It might be hard to tell, but he is. More than a little. While it's still true that no man is rich who could have more by doing less, it's also true that he gets bored of that kind of thing very quickly. ]
I obliged, because I thought you'd like the gift. Spared his crew, I mean. Him I gutted and tossed overboard for assuming I'd be so easy to bribe.
[ Let them take that fucking story home with them. ]
[She says it with an easy smile, her fingers moving across his arms. He's still mostly dressed, but she doesn't want to pull away to get his clothes off. It was only because his shirt was sleeveless that she could rend skin and not fabric.
Her eyes are bright as she looks at his face.]
How disappointed are you? That they struck up a white flag before you even got to start a fight?
[Her fingers are working their way up to his face, idle and easy, tracing old scars and lines, like she's trying to make sure he still is hers, like he still looks the same. He does, but there is still a certain measure of care.]
Everything here was boring. The rains came and went. It was quiet.
I keep waiting for the day I see the sails over the horizon and it's a ghost from your past come to find you.
[ He left all of Nassau behind - if the past comes for him now, it'll be to drag him back to the gallows or simply sink his ship underneath him. Charles still can't believe he's lived this long, or that he now has someone willing to wait for him while he's at sea, who will great him when he returns. Death has never frightened him. Loss frightens him more.
He has more to lose now. But he also has more means to protect it.
With a deep sigh, Charles wraps his hand around her thigh and rolls them both, putting Daphne on top of him so that he can look up at her face, blue fabric pooling below her waist and over his lap. He runs both hands up her sides to mold her breasts, running his thumb over the teeth marks on one tit. ]
They won't all be cowards like the last captain. I'll get my fight, one way or the other. But now I have a choice: to pursue and escalate, or withdraw, and enjoy this bubble before it bursts.
Your old shipmates. Someone who wants money. Your reputation is spreading.
[She puts her hands on his chest. Nassau is half a world away, but men sail for longer than that for treasure. They came in a journey that almost drove her insane, but it’s what settled them. It’s what bound them together forever.
She watches his fingers, and catches them, brings them to her mouth, kisses his palm and then settles it back over her breast. There’s that curious feeling of her nipple against his palm, and it makes her purr a bit.]
There was a hunting party that came from the Portuguese. They knew your name.
[Daphne is always hard to get information out of; the habit of secrecy is hard to break.]
They tried to set up camp a few miles from the outpost. One of the teenagers went and talked to them, they said they knew you were here.
[The teenagers are her cousins, or cousins of cousins, kin one way or another. A small delinquent unit, they practically worship the ground Charles walks on.
Its not necessarily bad that the Portuguese know he’s there; his reputation is important, but the Portuguese have never talked about Charles Vane before.]
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[ That is interesting. It thrills him, right into that primal part that drew him to her and vice versa; but the part of him that's grown accustomed to returning to his queen's waiting arms is strong enough now to tense at this knowledge.
One hunting party is nothing the Khan can't handle. But one hunting party is usually just the beginning.
Charles plays lovingly with her breasts, kneading his fingertips down to each taut nipple before his palms roll over them again. ]
What are they hunting? [ Couldn't be tigers. No one would be stupid enough to brave his waters to hunt tigers in her jungle - although if they have, then he's got nothing to worry about. Daphne and her people will strip them down to blood and bones. ]
[She says it as she enjoys - really enjoys - the touch of his hands on her breasts. It's so funny, how much she missed this, the touch of his skin, the way he savors hers. A rumble starts at the base of her throat, and she leans into that touch.]
The boys didn't say. Big game, for certain. They brought muskets; they had an elephant.
[She reaches for one of his hands again.]
If they know your name, then the English do too. And they know you're here.
[Traders and merchant vessels are one thing; the governments are another.
[ He tangles his fingers with hers, so that he's guiding them both to fondle her breast, his grip firming up when she says that. It makes his cock twitch inside her. ]
We knew it was only a matter of time.
[ There was no way he could have gone back to raiding the high seas, even in a different part of the world, without word traveling sooner or later. The East India Trading Company itself has felt his authority over these waters in recent months. Granted... it's the tigers that have made him nearly untouchable.
Charles leans up to draw one of her nipples into his mouth for a suckling bite, teasing with his tongue, before he sinks back again to see her face. ]
Do you think I'm becoming too bold, with your people at my side?
[She says it with a groan, and an arch of her back, and it’s the truth. He is bold, bolder than most, but the idea of holding him back is repellant. It feels like she did, back when she was caged, when he found her, drugged on some hunter drug and unable to shift. She won’t keep him from the sea and she won’t tame him.
She shakes her head, and starts to rock a bit. Her body is lithe over his.]
No, you won’t get caught. You love my cunt too much to let another man have it if you die.
[She bares her teeth in a smile; she looks savage.]
[ With a low growl, Charles pushes himself up again for another taste of her, sucking her tits one after the other as his cock fills out inside her. When he lets go this time, he doesn't drop back. ]
That's fucking right.
[ No one else gets to fuck her but him. No one gets to feel her come but him. And if he has to drag himself across this earth to his last breath to defend this treasure as his own, he'll damn well do so.
He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her down against his chest, flexing his hips into a slow roll beneath her. She moves like something elemental. ]
I'll take my men, chase them out of your territory. [ It's offered in earnest, but there's the unspoken concession within it that she calls the shots once their feet touch the shore, and if she wants him to leave these trespassers alone, he will. ] Send one of your cousins as a guide, to lead them into a trap.
[This is how they are; wrapped up in each other, enamored with each other, unable to pull away. She puts her arms around his shoulders to keep him close, and nods a little.]
Why take my cousin when you can take me?
[She knows he loves to watch her hunt; is familiar with her shape and her patterns, can always tell her apart from any other of her kin or even the occasional wild tiger they see. There are plenty of those in her jungle, too.]
Leave one or two alive to go back and tell them that they have to stay away-
[She growls, and tugs his head up by the hair to kiss him them.]
[ He kisses her back with a growl, and then pulls her into another one as soon as the words are out of her mouth, deepening it immediately. Charles works his hips up again, thrusting slowly to feel his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy as his tongue slips into her mouth.
Yes. He'd give anything to watch her hunt these trespassers, on her own turf, in her own tiger skin. Sometimes he still forgets that she's not like every other ruler he's known, preferring to send messengers in their place - either for the sake of intimidation or protection.
Which, to be fair, does make a solid point. ]
What if they aren't here for me?
[ He drags his hands up her back and into her hair, pushing it away from her face, still grinding into her from below. ]
If they did come here to hunt tigers, they might not be easy prey. And they can't have you either, tigress.
[She's been caught once. In fairness, she shouldn't have been, it was sloppiness on her part and it ended with her being put in a cage. She presses down against him, tightening her cunt as much as she can, to get his cock in a grip. She bites a little at his mouth.]
I'd be almost sorry for them, if they caught me, and if they hurt me.
[Charles is not the kind of man who takes it lightly, a threat to the small security and family he has. She thinks he'd be magnificent with his own children, feral and absolutely unhinged about them.
It's why she loves him like she does. Another part of herself, trapped under all that beautiful skin.
She huffs, and reaches to tug his shirt up, trapping him in it for a moment, and then just shredding it under her fingers, her mouth going to his shoulder and teasing up a mark there.]
[ His eyes go bright with lust when she rips his shirt apart, dropping both hands to her ass with a groan so that he can squeeze and pull her down onto his cock. Each of them has seen firsthand what the other can do to their enemies; the ferocity they show in defense of each other is even more vicious. But Charles has never had to rise to Daphne's defense that way. She can fight her own battles.
If something put him in a position where she needed him to protect her, then they'd really call him a monster. ]
I would send their heads home to their families.
[ Seems to him a fair trade, if they came here to hunt hers. Charles groans again, throwing his head back for her mouth, keeping the pace of his thrusts steady to really take in how fucking good she feels. ]
[She echoes his tone as she raises her head just enough that her mouth rasps over his skin as she speaks, and she pushes her hips down and moves her hands over his chest, over the old brand there, her fingers tracing the lines.
He never let her touch it, once. Before he loved her, when they were just two wild things smashing into each other like storms. But now she takes a moment to trace the shape, to run her thumb over the line and then to lean down and kiss him again.
They were both captured once.
She rocks down on him, and takes a heavy breath.]
I missed your mouth, your cock, your skin, the way you smell like the sea-
[She shudders, a full body pulse.]
The way you look at me like there’s nothing else in the world.
[She pushes him down, then, her hands on his shoulders, and she starts to really move, faster, making a show of it as she tosses her head back so he can see the long line of her body, her breasts high and on display for him.]
[ Sometimes when she rides him like this, he takes the opportunity just to lie back and watch her, because it's a privilege no one else is allowed. He does it now, sinking back to the furs, only moving when she needs him to and in short caresses along her waist.
There is nothing else in the world. She saved him from the noose in Nassau, and from that moment on he was dead to his old world and reborn in the one she rules, with her people and her kin and her land. She willingly tied her fate to his, and he won't undo that knot for anything now.
The more intense it feels to him, the more he loses the words to describe it, but it's written across his face in the way he stares at her like a starving man, as she touches him with absolute familiarity, as she rides his cock with the increasingly wild abandon of a woman who is secure in her claim.
God, she's so fucking beautiful.
Panting heavily now, he runs one rough hand up her stomach, between her breasts, just enough to touch them, more to feel her heartbeat underneath his palm. ]
[Her heart is beating hard against his hand, as she tosses her hair back and her mouth opens. She presses one hand against that hand, right against her chest, and then the other stays down to give her some leverage.
She wants to ride him until she's gone, until she comes again and he's in her senses and her blood, until all that he can sense is him, him, him.
Her cunt pulses, again, and she rocks down, and tugs his hand over one of her breasts and pinching.]
I want you to come inside of me before-
[She breathes it.]
And then lick it out of me, and get me off, my lion.
[ His snarl is an eager agreement, and he starts to thrust up into her again like he's been given permission to do it, letting the world melt away from her exactly like she said, until she's the only thing left.
His fingers tug roughly at her nipple, and his other hand slides up her waist to mold the other, and he squeezes her breasts as he fucks her harder from below. It's the exquisite wet heat of her pussy doing most of the work, really, but she just feels too fucking good, and he's drunk on her again, the relief of being home and in her arms, getting to touch her the way he's dreamed about and fuck her properly. Jade cocks wouldn't be enough to tide over a woman like her. ]
Tell me again-- [ because he is not a man to deny or be ashamed of his wants ] --how much you missed my cock.
[ He's already getting close - he can feel it coming up on him, spiked by the delicious peak of her nipples, making him grunt through his teeth as he bucks his hips and grinds himself inside her. ]
[His snarl is a jolt that goes straight the center of her, and she leans against his hands, pressing her breasts down against him. Her breath catches, and she has to focus, to think for a moment. He's filling all her senses, the smell of sex thick in this tiny room, the feeling of him. She missed him, not just for his cock, for the glorious feel of sex, but for waking up with his smile against her shoulder, the way he tucks her against him.
She doesn't ever feel unsafe, but it's incredible how safe he makes her.
But his cock is excellent. Fat and thick inside of her, tucked up in her like they were built for each other, lighting her up.]
You've ruined me-
[She takes a breath, and grinds down against him.]
Your cock ruined me for anyone else, I think I cursed the ocean for having you while I was trying to keep myself happy with three fingers-
[She'll let him play with that image, and shakes her head.]
[ The sound he makes is wild with pure lust, when she gives him exactly what he wanted.
Charles wraps his arms around her back, and leans up just as he pulls her down so that he can hungrily suck one nipple into his mouth. He holds her there, with the perfect leverage to keep fucking her as she keeps riding him, his mouth working over her tit like he's ravenous.
No marks this time. He just wants her to feel the thrum of his groan through her nipple when he finally thrusts up hard and comes, making sure to pull her down snugly against his hips to make sure she feels the heat of his body against her clit.
It leaves him fucking dazed, dizzy with pleasure and release. But before he lets himself settle, he twists them both, and all but throws her down to the furs again. It's torture to pull away from her. But in moments, his head is between her thighs, his mouth against her pussy, tongue working into her to clean out his own come, like she told him to do. ]
[There is that mix of feeling again. She feels him come inside her, feels the lust and the passion in the way he growls and tosses her like she’s a rag doll. No one else treats her this way, no one would dare. She’s had other lovers, men who did as they were bid or women she could dominate entirely, but she’s never had anyone else who challenged her. Who threw her, who moved her body like it was just an extension of his own.
Maybe that’s why she kept such an interest on him.
It’s his beard the does it, the roughness where he hasn’t shaved in a few days brushing on the smooth, sensitive skin of her thighs. She arches up, her fingers in the thick furs, her thighs clamping against his head as she screams at the first touch of his tongue on her. She’s wet and messy and hot.]
Please, lion, please, please.
[Its gibberish, soon, her pleas falling in and out of accented English and desperate panting.]
[ Perhaps if he knew another way to be well enough, he might have become one of her obedient boys, and maybe she never would have cared for him as much. But it's as much in his nature to demand control as it is in hers, and from the start he thought nothing of demanding it from her as well. And she allowed him to do it. Because they both learned the value of a push and pull, of sometimes stepping back to let other, capable hands take the lead.
This is one of those times when he demands because he can't not, and the way he licks his own come out of her radiantly hot pussy is his form of obedience, because if it was up to him he'd keep everything inside her, fill her up with it and leave it like some kind of banner with his name on it. Charles Vane was here.
Every raw mark on his body from her claws and teeth says the same thing about her.
He adds his fingers to the work his tongue is doing, two fingers rolling her clit as his tongue keeps licking her out. He may not have a cat tongue to offer, but that doesn't mean he can't get her clean. ]
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This ritual is a part of him now. He would never think to change it, and possibly couldn't now, not looking forward to it the way he does whenever he's long at sea. Sometimes it's on her turf instead of his, but it's never far from where the two meet. They simply don't last that long.
Neither one of them is going to last long now. Charles can feel himself getting close to the same edge, but he's determined to send her over it first, so that he can come with the spasms of her pussy milking his cock. So his only answer is the hand in her hair that pulls her head roughly back, giving him space to sink his teeth into her throat at the curve of her neck to her shoulder.
Because he may not be a tiger himself, but he can still mark his territory. ]
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Her whole body, it seems, lights up on that one single spot, and she arches at the same time her legs pull him closer. The noise that comes out of her is feral and wild, half a roar and half a scream, her hands scrabbling down his biceps and leaving behind thin, ragged scratches. Her cunt tightens, again, and her orgasm carries her, making her curl up a bit against him.
She doesn't want him to let go of her throat yet. Her healing will mean that by the time they go back to shore the mark will be gone, but it'll last as long as they are in this room together, and she wants to relish in both the pain and in the pleasure of knowing she's his, his, his.
He's hers, too.]
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He just wants to mark her, even for the briefest moment, and send that mark shooting through her belly to her cunt; he wants her to know what it is, and know he did it to her, before they go back to her people in the mouth of the jungle and she rises beyond any claim all over again.
Charles groans, feral, as the quaking of her pussy massages his cock, and he keeps thrusting, harder and heavier, pulling her closer even as she twists around him - and before the last of her tremors has passed, he buries his cock inside her and comes, fingers raking in her hair, moaning into her throat.
He still can't breathe, but he finds her mouth and kisses her anyway, biting the soft flush of her lips. ]
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I'm going to look you over for new scars.
[She says, finally, as she runs a hand through his hair. There are places it catches but she doesn't seem to care, nosing against the skin of his jaw, kissing along that line.]
Swear vengeance on anyone who hurt you.
[She's teasing a little, because there's no need for that. He's more than capable, and he hardly cares if he gets hurt.
But she loves him. She wants him to know it, that she would, that she would hurt anyone who hurt him, truly.]
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[ He slowly relaxes over her, with a luxurious stretch that only nestles his cock more snugly inside her; the fingers he has in her hair loosen slowly and pull through. ]
They surrendered. The captain who gave us those beads, and his crew. Begged me not to feed them to the tigers.
[ Does he sound disappointed? It might be hard to tell, but he is. More than a little. While it's still true that no man is rich who could have more by doing less, it's also true that he gets bored of that kind of thing very quickly. ]
I obliged, because I thought you'd like the gift. Spared his crew, I mean. Him I gutted and tossed overboard for assuming I'd be so easy to bribe.
[ Let them take that fucking story home with them. ]
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[She says it with an easy smile, her fingers moving across his arms. He's still mostly dressed, but she doesn't want to pull away to get his clothes off. It was only because his shirt was sleeveless that she could rend skin and not fabric.
Her eyes are bright as she looks at his face.]
How disappointed are you? That they struck up a white flag before you even got to start a fight?
[Her fingers are working their way up to his face, idle and easy, tracing old scars and lines, like she's trying to make sure he still is hers, like he still looks the same. He does, but there is still a certain measure of care.]
Everything here was boring. The rains came and went. It was quiet.
I keep waiting for the day I see the sails over the horizon and it's a ghost from your past come to find you.
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[ He left all of Nassau behind - if the past comes for him now, it'll be to drag him back to the gallows or simply sink his ship underneath him. Charles still can't believe he's lived this long, or that he now has someone willing to wait for him while he's at sea, who will great him when he returns. Death has never frightened him. Loss frightens him more.
He has more to lose now. But he also has more means to protect it.
With a deep sigh, Charles wraps his hand around her thigh and rolls them both, putting Daphne on top of him so that he can look up at her face, blue fabric pooling below her waist and over his lap. He runs both hands up her sides to mold her breasts, running his thumb over the teeth marks on one tit. ]
They won't all be cowards like the last captain. I'll get my fight, one way or the other. But now I have a choice: to pursue and escalate, or withdraw, and enjoy this bubble before it bursts.
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[She puts her hands on his chest. Nassau is half a world away, but men sail for longer than that for treasure. They came in a journey that almost drove her insane, but it’s what settled them. It’s what bound them together forever.
She watches his fingers, and catches them, brings them to her mouth, kisses his palm and then settles it back over her breast. There’s that curious feeling of her nipple against his palm, and it makes her purr a bit.]
There was a hunting party that came from the Portuguese. They knew your name.
[Daphne is always hard to get information out of; the habit of secrecy is hard to break.]
They tried to set up camp a few miles from the outpost. One of the teenagers went and talked to them, they said they knew you were here.
[The teenagers are her cousins, or cousins of cousins, kin one way or another. A small delinquent unit, they practically worship the ground Charles walks on.
Its not necessarily bad that the Portuguese know he’s there; his reputation is important, but the Portuguese have never talked about Charles Vane before.]
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[ That is interesting. It thrills him, right into that primal part that drew him to her and vice versa; but the part of him that's grown accustomed to returning to his queen's waiting arms is strong enough now to tense at this knowledge.
One hunting party is nothing the Khan can't handle. But one hunting party is usually just the beginning.
Charles plays lovingly with her breasts, kneading his fingertips down to each taut nipple before his palms roll over them again. ]
What are they hunting? [ Couldn't be tigers. No one would be stupid enough to brave his waters to hunt tigers in her jungle - although if they have, then he's got nothing to worry about. Daphne and her people will strip them down to blood and bones. ]
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[She says it as she enjoys - really enjoys - the touch of his hands on her breasts. It's so funny, how much she missed this, the touch of his skin, the way he savors hers. A rumble starts at the base of her throat, and she leans into that touch.]
The boys didn't say. Big game, for certain. They brought muskets; they had an elephant.
[She reaches for one of his hands again.]
If they know your name, then the English do too. And they know you're here.
[Traders and merchant vessels are one thing; the governments are another.
But she doesn't sound worried, either.]
Keep doing that and you'll get me going again.
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We knew it was only a matter of time.
[ There was no way he could have gone back to raiding the high seas, even in a different part of the world, without word traveling sooner or later. The East India Trading Company itself has felt his authority over these waters in recent months. Granted... it's the tigers that have made him nearly untouchable.
Charles leans up to draw one of her nipples into his mouth for a suckling bite, teasing with his tongue, before he sinks back again to see her face. ]
Do you think I'm becoming too bold, with your people at my side?
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[She says it with a groan, and an arch of her back, and it’s the truth. He is bold, bolder than most, but the idea of holding him back is repellant. It feels like she did, back when she was caged, when he found her, drugged on some hunter drug and unable to shift. She won’t keep him from the sea and she won’t tame him.
She shakes her head, and starts to rock a bit. Her body is lithe over his.]
No, you won’t get caught. You love my cunt too much to let another man have it if you die.
[She bares her teeth in a smile; she looks savage.]
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That's fucking right.
[ No one else gets to fuck her but him. No one gets to feel her come but him. And if he has to drag himself across this earth to his last breath to defend this treasure as his own, he'll damn well do so.
He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her down against his chest, flexing his hips into a slow roll beneath her. She moves like something elemental. ]
I'll take my men, chase them out of your territory. [ It's offered in earnest, but there's the unspoken concession within it that she calls the shots once their feet touch the shore, and if she wants him to leave these trespassers alone, he will. ] Send one of your cousins as a guide, to lead them into a trap.
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Why take my cousin when you can take me?
[She knows he loves to watch her hunt; is familiar with her shape and her patterns, can always tell her apart from any other of her kin or even the occasional wild tiger they see. There are plenty of those in her jungle, too.]
Leave one or two alive to go back and tell them that they have to stay away-
[She growls, and tugs his head up by the hair to kiss him them.]
-they can't have you.
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Yes. He'd give anything to watch her hunt these trespassers, on her own turf, in her own tiger skin. Sometimes he still forgets that she's not like every other ruler he's known, preferring to send messengers in their place - either for the sake of intimidation or protection.
Which, to be fair, does make a solid point. ]
What if they aren't here for me?
[ He drags his hands up her back and into her hair, pushing it away from her face, still grinding into her from below. ]
If they did come here to hunt tigers, they might not be easy prey. And they can't have you either, tigress.
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I'd be almost sorry for them, if they caught me, and if they hurt me.
[Charles is not the kind of man who takes it lightly, a threat to the small security and family he has. She thinks he'd be magnificent with his own children, feral and absolutely unhinged about them.
It's why she loves him like she does. Another part of herself, trapped under all that beautiful skin.
She huffs, and reaches to tug his shirt up, trapping him in it for a moment, and then just shredding it under her fingers, her mouth going to his shoulder and teasing up a mark there.]
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If something put him in a position where she needed him to protect her, then they'd really call him a monster. ]
I would send their heads home to their families.
[ Seems to him a fair trade, if they came here to hunt hers. Charles groans again, throwing his head back for her mouth, keeping the pace of his thrusts steady to really take in how fucking good she feels. ]
Daphne.
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[She echoes his tone as she raises her head just enough that her mouth rasps over his skin as she speaks, and she pushes her hips down and moves her hands over his chest, over the old brand there, her fingers tracing the lines.
He never let her touch it, once. Before he loved her, when they were just two wild things smashing into each other like storms. But now she takes a moment to trace the shape, to run her thumb over the line and then to lean down and kiss him again.
They were both captured once.
She rocks down on him, and takes a heavy breath.]
I missed your mouth, your cock, your skin, the way you smell like the sea-
[She shudders, a full body pulse.]
The way you look at me like there’s nothing else in the world.
[She pushes him down, then, her hands on his shoulders, and she starts to really move, faster, making a show of it as she tosses her head back so he can see the long line of her body, her breasts high and on display for him.]
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There is nothing else in the world. She saved him from the noose in Nassau, and from that moment on he was dead to his old world and reborn in the one she rules, with her people and her kin and her land. She willingly tied her fate to his, and he won't undo that knot for anything now.
The more intense it feels to him, the more he loses the words to describe it, but it's written across his face in the way he stares at her like a starving man, as she touches him with absolute familiarity, as she rides his cock with the increasingly wild abandon of a woman who is secure in her claim.
God, she's so fucking beautiful.
Panting heavily now, he runs one rough hand up her stomach, between her breasts, just enough to touch them, more to feel her heartbeat underneath his palm. ]
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She wants to ride him until she's gone, until she comes again and he's in her senses and her blood, until all that he can sense is him, him, him.
Her cunt pulses, again, and she rocks down, and tugs his hand over one of her breasts and pinching.]
I want you to come inside of me before-
[She breathes it.]
And then lick it out of me, and get me off, my lion.
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His fingers tug roughly at her nipple, and his other hand slides up her waist to mold the other, and he squeezes her breasts as he fucks her harder from below. It's the exquisite wet heat of her pussy doing most of the work, really, but she just feels too fucking good, and he's drunk on her again, the relief of being home and in her arms, getting to touch her the way he's dreamed about and fuck her properly. Jade cocks wouldn't be enough to tide over a woman like her. ]
Tell me again-- [ because he is not a man to deny or be ashamed of his wants ] --how much you missed my cock.
[ He's already getting close - he can feel it coming up on him, spiked by the delicious peak of her nipples, making him grunt through his teeth as he bucks his hips and grinds himself inside her. ]
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She doesn't ever feel unsafe, but it's incredible how safe he makes her.
But his cock is excellent. Fat and thick inside of her, tucked up in her like they were built for each other, lighting her up.]
You've ruined me-
[She takes a breath, and grinds down against him.]
Your cock ruined me for anyone else, I think I cursed the ocean for having you while I was trying to keep myself happy with three fingers-
[She'll let him play with that image, and shakes her head.]
-missed you, missed this-
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Charles wraps his arms around her back, and leans up just as he pulls her down so that he can hungrily suck one nipple into his mouth. He holds her there, with the perfect leverage to keep fucking her as she keeps riding him, his mouth working over her tit like he's ravenous.
No marks this time. He just wants her to feel the thrum of his groan through her nipple when he finally thrusts up hard and comes, making sure to pull her down snugly against his hips to make sure she feels the heat of his body against her clit.
It leaves him fucking dazed, dizzy with pleasure and release. But before he lets himself settle, he twists them both, and all but throws her down to the furs again. It's torture to pull away from her. But in moments, his head is between her thighs, his mouth against her pussy, tongue working into her to clean out his own come, like she told him to do. ]
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Maybe that’s why she kept such an interest on him.
It’s his beard the does it, the roughness where he hasn’t shaved in a few days brushing on the smooth, sensitive skin of her thighs. She arches up, her fingers in the thick furs, her thighs clamping against his head as she screams at the first touch of his tongue on her. She’s wet and messy and hot.]
Please, lion, please, please.
[Its gibberish, soon, her pleas falling in and out of accented English and desperate panting.]
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This is one of those times when he demands because he can't not, and the way he licks his own come out of her radiantly hot pussy is his form of obedience, because if it was up to him he'd keep everything inside her, fill her up with it and leave it like some kind of banner with his name on it. Charles Vane was here.
Every raw mark on his body from her claws and teeth says the same thing about her.
He adds his fingers to the work his tongue is doing, two fingers rolling her clit as his tongue keeps licking her out. He may not have a cat tongue to offer, but that doesn't mean he can't get her clean. ]
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