Summary:
"I granted you clemency." But why, do you ask? Here is a possible answer. Governor Swann/Will Turner. One-shot, one-hundred words, written by me onesies. Do try not to slay me, I am well aware of the grossness of this pairing. Hence its irresistibility to me. *grin*Clemency
I stand before him without my wig. Fully dressed yet naked.
This is how you repay me.
The blade of his tongue slids under mine, engaging in a wordless duel.
A blacksmith's hands are rough —,
but capable as he adapts his skill to the growing need of my dancing greed.
These hands that'll one day — yes I've seen the looks the promise behind your eyes Will boy — roam over my daughter's form.
His tongue fits strongly round my cock... almost like a noose.
A craftsman always likes to hear his work's appreciated.
"I grant you clemency."
And so I did.
_FIN_