Hi everyone! This is my first story on here, I love writing and I really love erotica - is certainly the mecca of erotica. I want to be producing quality writing and would appreciate reviews! This should be a long story with chapters and hopfully excitement. I was inspired by other stories on here. Enjoy!
The afternoon sun glinted off the ridges of the waves as Hook stood, leaning over the edge of his ship, fixated on the royal brigs nestled in the harbour ahead. It had been many months since a successful siege had taken place and the crew were beginning to become tiresome. Although the Jolly Roger would not usually dare attack land, Hook knew that this could be a promise of glory as well as a way of settling those new crew members on board. He had not yet managed to deliver promised decadence to the new Charmings' castle stood proud on the tops of the hills, beckoning.
"FULL SPEED AHEAD, SMEE!" Hook shouted, his steps loud and pronounced on the top of the deck as he marched towards the steer of the ship. Black leather trailed behind crew had already been briefed on the plausible attack, first by entering the small village and blending in, before approaching the castle. It was the Jubilee festival, meaning all villagers were in the centre square of the village - no doubt dancing to music that pained Hook to even think about. The royal family would be there too, peering over them in their viewing box. All would be oblivious to the onslaught.
This place was not unknown to Hook, for it was long ago that he first met his Milah... no, his heart vibrated painfully at the thought. The village was bright, hues of yellows and blues dashed with cheery bunting and pink flowers - the royal family was known for its kindness towards its civilians and made sure that things were always beautiful. This was not a comfort to Hook, in fact it was infuriating that his target was not unkind to the village, this he knew would have made the bloody task easier. No doubt, the thought of murder was equally familiar. Hook was already a wanted man in most realms, for he was known for his coldness. Ruthlessness. He was not a forgiving man. Killing was second nature. These were simply necessary costs to a life of freedom.
The ship slipped into the harbour unseen and unheard, the crew working the ropes and sails until they moved at a creeping pace. A deep note sang through the enchanted ship as it recognised its settling place.
Good girl, Hook thought. A settling pride ran through him, followed by a chill of excitement. The next steps were unspoken of, the crew had always worked like cells in an organism, communicating through unexplained currents. Words were not needed. The years of seigeing made them a unit. Within moments they had removed leathers in turn for brown hemp trousers and tunics. Hook felt almost a sense of shock as his crew transformed in front of him, the usual facade of threat melting away. With browned faces and muscular bodies, they could easily pass as farmers. Each had knifes and pistols hidden. Hook gave a small nod, and the crew skillfully dispersed into the crowd that filled the cobbled streets. Hook was left to his own thoughts.
It was easy work. He was a wanted man, not an inexperienced one. Hook threaded through a crowd of young women, before spotting two girls - brunettes, eyes trailing over the swell of their bosoms and the flash of ankle below their skirts. A distraction. This only added to his excitement.
"Hello, ladies" he grinned. Although he was no longer in his sea wear, and completely unused to the uncomfortable... sacking he wore, Hook knew he was still a vision. The ladies swooned before dancing towards him, one of them reached out a hand and stroked his chest. Muscular. They weren't refined hands, although not unlike the many belonging to the whores Hook had paid for over the years. She had freckles and burnt skin, brown eyes. Hook knew she was a farmhand. The other, Hook was even less interested in. They weren't high class women - but they would have to do. It had been months since any of the crew had buried themselves in a woman.
"And who might you be?" They giggled.
"I was hoping you'd surely let me retain my element of mystery. I am a great admirer of your...work." Hook gestured his hand to their shapely bodies. He made sure that the metal sheen of his hook was hidden underneath his tunic. This would surely be an identifier in his cause, and no one in their right mind would protect him - he was wanted in this realm too, and for a pretty penny. Despite the royal family taking care of the village, no one would hesitate to claim this prize.
"Well, thank you, I must say it isn't easy to look like this." She ran her hands along the feminine dress that didn't settle well on her, was unused to her body. She was a woman of dungarees and hard labour, not petticoats. Not that this had ever turned Hook away before.
"Have you visited during our time of Jubilee before?"
He jolted. They knew he wasn't a local. The ladies clearly saw the look of surprise painted across his face. This time the other girl spoke
"Alicia has slept with every man in town. And some of the women too, course." At this, Hook noticed a blush rise to her dark skin. Either she had been one of Alicia's conquests, or, judging by the way she stared at Alicia, a hopeful. She continued "Including her cousins. She knows everyone, inside and out. Literally. Don't fret, we don't mind what your business is here."
"You are my business, now."
They smiled.
"Jubilee time is beautiful, but wonderful in other ways too - many of the houses are empty due to everyone being at the festival. Would you like to come in?"
The ease at which he succeeded with women was almost boring. However, he couldn't have denied that the thought of the girls on their knees wasn't tempting. Hook's cock twitched. He licked his bottom lip. Thought for a moment. There were a couple of hours until he was meant to make his way to the castle.
"Yes, I think I shall indulge in what you are offering."
Within a few minutes Hook's fantasy became a reality. He was quite happy to watch the girls strip and play with one another, pink tongues teasing at pink lips. He pulled his cock out of his trousers and stroked its long length, admiring the show. Alicia lay down, and Hook thrust his fingers - lazily - into the wet pussy that waited for him. After a few minutes Hook found he was bored of the girls, and wished for the chase and release. He was tired of them, found the simulated, practiced moans and groans the girls gave to be dull. He wanted to hear and feel something real. He finally bucked into the girl. Rough, he listened to the satisfying snap of his lithe hips against hers' the burst of pleasure that tingled through him. He let a small grunt out. Watching, as the other played with herself on the small bed. Hook saw the glare of jealousy in the girl's eyes and how this made her speed up her pace, tracing the bud at the top of her pussy. She was wishing for a climax to dampen the sting of jealousy. Hook decided to play with her feelings. Alicia wasn't offering too much excitement and Hook was never one to turn down the opportunity to inflict cruelty. Hook grabbed Alicia by the hair and yanked it, hearing the scream as she felt the metal against her hip. She could feel the cool stroke as he pulled her back down from the painful edge. They would be too scared to call for help, but no doubt knew who he was from the feeling of his hook alone.
"Lie underneath her" he ordered the other girl. She did as she was told, having seen the pain he unleashed onto Alicia and not wishing for the same. Hook saw and ignored the fear that was in her eyes, although noted it was mostly for the girl he had his cock - and hook - buried into.
"Bend over."
Hook relished in the sight of two women, folded over one another with asses tight and ready for him. He pushed the face of the girl on top - Alicia - into the bed. Inserting himself slowly into the girl on the bottom, he lingered with the tip of his penis inside her folds and circled the edge of Alicia's asshole with his hook. Both girls trembled with anticipation - or fear. Simultaneously, his cock was thrust into the girl below with his fingers into Alicia's tight little muscular ring. Both girls screamed. He felt the flesh of her ass tear around his fingers. He was angered by their expression of pain and slapped her ass as punishment - leaving an imprint, and no doubt a burning sensation. Hook felt a boiling feeling of pleasure grow as he thrust and played, before finishing with a small grunt and leaving the girls, unsatisfied and bleeding on the bed. One was crying. He barely heard their upset. No matter. This was his favourite way to leave women. He left a coin on the edge of the bed before doing up his trousers and leaving.
It was like this throughout all of the town, sex beckoning him on every doorstep. But Hook had always struggled to find satisfaction in the act, finding that it promised more than it delivered. The whores he visited in ports were distractions, rather than rewards. Perhaps it was just the women he always chose. These thoughts perturbed Hook as he made his way to the top of the hill. A climb that would challenge most, but was a small task for Hook after many active years on the ocean. The afterbuzz of sex allowed him to advance with enhanced power, he craved action. Nothing was as satisfying as killing. When Hook reached the crescent of the hill, he sat behind a nearby, shaded tree and ate a small supper of bread and cheese that he had stored in his pack. He knew his men would be ready around the circumference of the castle soon and that his energy would be curbed by hunger. A celebratory dinner - stew or soup, was currently being made by the cook on deck for the rest of the men when they returned. At 4 o'clock, Hook made his way to the west wall of the palace. He threw a rope and makeshift grappling hook over the boundary of the wall and, stone by stone, began to climb.