cribellate | age of piracy;

[Every movement is steady, every single touch perfect and careful and caring, and she just wants him to press his mouth to her already. But at the time time, she's enjoying the rasp of his beard, the way his eyes are focused on her like she's made of sugar and he's a starving man.

She runs her hand over her other breast, teasing the nipple into hardness, and takes a long, shuddering breath.]

Yes.

Are you going to put your mouth on my cunt, or just one of those rough calluses you have on your thumb? Run it over me until I'm so hot I might boil the water over?

[She's very careful with how she speaks, because this kind of thing can go many ways. Today it's a tease; she wants him hard and willing and wanting, but he has to be cautious with her still. There's a bullet wound on her leg, on the outside, near where his hands are now, and he can probably feel the divot.]

Why don't you tell me.

[ Although their relationship is a balance of wills that had to be mastered quickly, it's rare that Charles actively submits to her, even if he's more willing to do so. She's been known to get feisty when he puts the reins entirely in her hands.

But there's only so feisty she can get while she's healing.

He presses one more kiss just above her pussy, and then rubs the spot with his fingers, as if he's cleaning it off her. ]

Do you want my fingers, or my tongue? Or, maybe there's something else you want instead. Go on. [ The water ripples her, just a little, as he shifts. ] Whatever it is, I'll do it.

[She kicks a little, but mostly in excitement and mostly to tease.]

Don’t lie, lion.

[She likes certain acts he won’t indulge in and largely that’s okay. She tips her head a bit to look at him.]

I want you to sit on the edge, here, and I want to take your cock in my mouth.

[Its not like he would ever say no to that, but there’s that dimple of hers, mischief personified. She may be offering him her mouth but she’ll be the one in control.]

[ At first, the only thing he does is give her a thoughtful sort of look, his fingers skimming along her legs just under the water. But then he smirks a little bit, and turns his head to nuzzle her thigh. ]

If you say so.

[ Carefully, he helps her lower her legs again, sliding back up alongside her on the raised bench under the water. Then Charles stands up on it, the water streaming off of him and his fully hard cock as he takes his seat on the edge of the pool. ]

But I thought I was the one taking care of you.

[She watches him; the hunger is clear in how she watches the water drip off him, off the taut skin and muscle of his abs and thighs, off his cock. Her hands skim up his legs.]

I think I owe you a bit of an apology for scaring you.

[She presses a kiss to the inside of his knee, her fingers tracing the outside of his leg, and she traces her mouth up his leg.]

Then I'll let you press your hand against me until I come apart in your arms.

[She nuzzles her cheek right against the soft skin of his cock, and her tail unspools, flicking in the water back and forth as she licks a long stripe up the length of him.]

[ Well, fuck. It's not like he had reservations to begin with, but when she starts talking like that it really is impossible to resist. He loves being looked at like she wants to devour him. There are worse ways to go. ]

...fair enough.

[ With a low, relaxing sigh, Charles tips his head forward, tensing just a little bit at that first lick. His hand slides into her hair and down her back, loosely detangling it, and then the glimpse of her tail brings a slow grin to his mouth.

It makes him lean further, following the curve of her back to the base of her tail, where his fingers slip into her fur and then draw the length of her tail back up. ]

Didn't Priya warn you not to shift?

[She licks up another stripe, and flicks her eyes up at him.]

It's just my tail.

[She flicks it again, curling it around his fingers, and she takes him into her mouth, the head of his cock against the soft inside of her cheek. He likes the way she looks at him and she likes the way he feels in her mouth, the heaviness of him and the bitter-salty taste.

Her hands come up to the crease of his hips, her thumbs up pressing up and in. He has a direct sightline down the tattooed expanse of her back, all the way to where her body shifts in slow, strange increments.

Her good hand moves to the base of his cock, so that she can keep a grip on him as she sucks.]

[ He makes a vaguely skeptical noise, but it's only teasing, and he certainly isn't complaining about it. Vane tips his head back this time, with another low sigh when she takes him into her mouth.

It would be so easy and luxurious to just lean back and let her work, but he can't take his eyes off of her for long. Not when the candlelight catches every drop of moisture on her back like jewels, and the tattooed stripes almost seem to move under her skin, and the tip of her tail coils around his wrist in a way that might not even be intentional, he can't tell.

He lets out a sound that rumbles through his body. ]

God, Daphne, your mouth.

[She curls her tongue a little and chuffs, pleased with his noises and pleased with how happy he seems. Or maybe happy isn't the right word. Peaceful. Pleased. Aroused. Smelling thickly of pleasure. She loves the way he smells, like the ocean and sweat and her.

And a little, right now, of rosewater. They put rosewater in her bath, and so now he smells even more like her.

She works her tongue over him, reaching to take his hand and putting it on the back of her neck, her eyes flicking up to watch him, to see the way his blue eyes focus on him.

She moves again, tries to take as much of his cock as she can, and then working back up until just her lips are over the head, a smile twisting the corner of her mouth.]

[ As soon as his hand settles on the back of her neck, he kneads his fingers in, drawing them up almost like he's running them through fur. But then the possessive weight settles, cupping just enough to suggest he'd stop her if she tried to pull away, because she just feels so fucking good.

But his hand stays relaxed, and his head tips back further, until he's reclining on one elbow and it's her turn to look at him from the length of his body.

Charles doesn't hold back the deep sound of his moans of pleasure, but they're cut short when she swallows his cock as every muscle goes tense. It takes him a second to relax even after she draws off to tease the head, and his breath catches, fingers flexing on the back of her neck. ]

What are you smiling about?

[She doubts he wants an answer. She doubts he wants her to move her mouth anywhere away from him right now. But there is something too beautiful about him, the long length of his body, the strength in him. Daphne, like most Khan, is attracted to strength, physical and emotional, and Charles has it in spades. Strength of will.

She takes a moment before she gives him an answer, lapping the tip of his cock with a broad, flat tongue, letting him see the pleasure that she takes from this act. Her eyes close to slits, her mouth shifts just a little - fangs, tongue - and she shows those off, too, before she swallows him down as much as she can, letting him feel the sharpness of her teeth, dangerous but never that dangerous.

When they were in Nassau, someone - to this day Daphne doesn't know who, it might have been one of Charles' men, known for being wild - thought that she was an easy target. They got her on her knees, and she was half-asleep, dazed, absolutely horrified anyone would touch her this way.

She shifted her teeth and bit his prick off, and that was when Jack, Anne, and Charles, hearing the commotion on the beach, came in. She was covered in blood, savage, spitting out hunks of flesh, and Charles, seeing the wildness, barely knowing her, held out his hands. It'll be done, he said, as he knelt down next to her and watched as she swore in a language that none of them spoke.

She doesn't know - or care - what happened to that man. She suspects someone killed him, or maybe he jumped into the sea. But she knows that when she brings teeth into the equation, Charles knows that she's done it before, and knows, too, that she would never do it to him.]

Ungh.

[ It's the look of her pleasure that gets to him, almost as much as the edge of teeth. Charles knows that Daphne would never hurt him, not even with an accidental shift, but it doesn't stop his breath from hitching when her fangs scrap the side of his cock, somehow hot and cool at the same time.

It keeps him still beneath her... mostly. His back still arches, a tremor running through him underneath her hands and mouth. Fuck. ]

That's my girl.

[He says that's my girl and for some reason she can't quite understand, that's what makes her whimper, a high and needy noise that she can't control. How is this man real, and how is he hers?

She presses him further down, breathing through her nose, eyes fixed on how he's arching his body. The sharpness of her fang moves just against his cock, teasing, and then she moves her teeth away and out of where it might do damage as she swallows him down.

Oh.

Her eyes flutter closed so she can concentrate, and oh.]

[ That's just more than he can take.

His grip on her neck goes tight, and he throws his head back with a shameless groan and nothing else to warn her of how close he suddenly is to the edge.

It's all he can do not to thrust upward, though the delicate caress of her teeth helped to remind him of that, when just a glimpse of the look on her face makes him come, hard, his hips shuddering with the effort of staying still. He groans again, long and guttural, and again, when the last pulse goes through his cock. ]

[She swallows, pleased, and watches him finish, watches him groan and shudder and come right into her mouth.

She kisses his thigh, presses her head against the spot, just for a moment. She's quiet as she lets him catch his breath, and then after a moment she presses another kiss to his thigh, shifting back and crawling up out of the water and into his lap, practically purring for this.

She leans to kiss him on the mouth.]

My lion.

[She looks so pleased.]

I love the way you look at me when you come. Like I'm the entire world.

[ It actually does take a minute for his head to clear enough to push himself slowly up again, and when he does so, he quickly finds her waiting for him.

Charles gathers Daphne into his arms and kisses her back, with more hunger than might be expected after the way she just made him come. His hands slide around her waist and up her back, and then one of them drops down, between her legs. ]

You are the world, tigress.

[ The end of all things. He'll either die with her or for her, whenever his time truly comes. The trade is still worth it. And he kisses her again, hooking two fingers inside her, curving into her warm cunt while his thumb rolls over her clit. ]

I love the way you close your eyes when you suck my cock. Like it makes you so wet to do it.

[She loops her good arm around his neck, digging fingers into his hair and gasping as his fingers slip inside her. It's good - really good - and she spreads her legs a little to give him space. His hands are big, and she really does like those calluses, a reminder of who he is, that he lives and dies by the strength of his hands.

She closes her eyes now.]

It does make me wet. Every time, hot, and wet, and tight, just from the taste and the smell.

[She lets him hear all those pretty noises he likes so much, presses her head into the crook of his neck and whines.]

That's good, just like that.

[ Those noises are music to his ears, the only siren call that would ever work on him now. But it's the way her voice sounds when she talks dirty to him that brings his blood straight up, even if he just came two minutes ago.

She says just like that, but he presses a third finger inside her anyway, pumping his hand against her cunt to give her something to ride if her body lets her. ]

Tell me what else makes you wet.

[ His hand moves faster, rubbing her clit with the heel of his palm, and he nuzzles her up for an obscene kiss. ]

[She whimpers - ah, ah, ah - as she moves her hips as much as she can, kissing him and devouring his mouth, then whimpering again. It's hard to focus but she likes his hand on her, she likes the simplicity of coming on his hand like she's a green girl.]

When you were gone-

[When he was at sea.]

I'd think of your come, hot and sticky, between my legs, and it would make me heat up. And you in my bed, late at night when you got hot and just turned me over to fuck me. The-

[She groans, and kisses him, riding through a little peak, but it's not enough.]

-the way you look when you're half-naked and covered in blood and war is all on you.

[ His growl is absolutely predatory, and maybe it's just like developing an accent in a new place over time, but every time he does it, he sounds just a little more like her.

Picking up the tiger tongue, as it were.

He fucks her harder with his fingers when he feels the tremor go through her, pressing his nose to her cheek with a hungry sound. ]

I dreamed of you. You haunted me at sea. [ He smirks a little bit, as his hand nearly lifts her. ] My ferocious woman.

[She's a savage thing that he's caught, and she's still dangerous, untamed, feral, and growling in his arms as her cunt pulses around his three fingers, as she rocks against his palm. She tugs closer to him, somehow, and nods, her eyes closing now. The sound of his voice, the growl, it makes her spasm a bit.]

I want every moment you're at sea, ever moment you're away, Charles, I want-

[She opens her eyes and presses her nose to his.]

I want you to suffer in how much you miss me. I want you to know that no one else could satisfy you.

[She cries out, now.]

Charles, I want you to know I'm hungry for you.

[ He kisses her, messy and hot and breathless, his fingers fucking her ruthlessly and his palm grinding her clit, chasing every spasm that goes through her body. He wants her wrecked, strung out, loving the sight and sound of her pleasure more than the haul of any treasure galleon. ]

Whenever I'm not inside you, I'm suffering.

[ His dick, which had barely flagged in the meantime, is fully hard again and pressing solidly against the warmth of her inner thigh, and every time she trembles it sends a pulse through him, making him groan.

The sound of his fingers relentlessly working the sweet spot inside her is even more obscene in the quiet of the bath. ]

Soak my fingers so I can fuck you.

[She laughs, and nods, kissing him.]

Push up.

[She knows her body; he knows her body, too. He knows just how to touch her, just the spot, his long fingers practically magic at this point. She reaches down to touch his cock, not stroke, but just press her fingers against him as she whimpers against his mouth.]

You don't have to wait for me.

[She kisses him hard, but grinds down against his hand anyway, a rush of fluid suddenly against his hand, his wrist, and her cunt is pulsing as she gasps. She takes a breath, her eyes shut tight as she cries out and curls down against him.

He doesn't ever have to wait for her, but he does, and that means more than she can actually communicate.]

[ It turns him on so much more to wait for her, her pleasure making him wild, whipping him up into pure lust so that getting his chance to finish is that much more powerful. But since he's come once already he figures this doesn't even count.

He moans when he feels her come all over his fingers, catching her ravenously in that kiss and only letting her go with a snarl. His fingers draw out and slide up her clit just in time for the last wet spurt to soak his stomach, making him let out a breath like he's taken a blow.

Charles gives her a moment to ride out the fiercest waves, but before she's stopped shivering from it he grabs her hips and pulls her straight down onto his cock. The moan that comes out of him rolls his head back. ]

That's it. You're so fucking wet for me, Daphne.

[ He holds her on him and then he moves, pushing himself off the edge and sliding back into the water with her. The water keeps him slower, but lets him move her easily, without putting much stress on her body that isn't the good kind. ]

[The best part of having him push into her, right on the end of her orgasm, is that she's still tight, clenching, like she's trying to hold him in. It means when he fucks into her the stretch is almost painful, almost, that glorious edge where pain and pleasure blend and she's cries out that feeling, her hands scrabbling to hold onto him. There's still weakness in her bad arm, but it's doesn't seem to slow her down.

He lowers them into the water and she has to admit that's better.]

No one else-

[As if her loyalty was ever in question; it never has been. Since the first time he fucked her, she's been gone for him, possessed by him.]

Turn us around, I want you pressing into me, I want you to fill me up.

[She means she wants to have her back against the edge of the bath, she doesn't want to be on top. She wants him to be the only thing that she can focus on, the whole world.]

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