Three Sheets to the Wind Ch. 4
Author's Note: So...I don't think it's any secret that I often come to doubt myself or my abilities. I know that many of you guys probably get sick of hearing me sink into self-disgust because of some cruel comment or criticism left by people who, in my humble opinion, are jerks. Lately, I've felt like I've lost touch with myself, my writing, and my work in general. But no more. I've been thinking long and hard, and the truth is that there are people in the world influencing it who shouldn't be. There are writers, game designers, directors, musicians, and people in every entertainment industry in existence who are willing to use greed, corruption, and sin in order to stand on the backs of the good and hardworking people despite that they don't deserve it. And I realized, that by being so harsh on myself because of what some people think...all I'm doing is letting that happen, and I won't do that anymore. It may be self-indulgent, I may be naive and idealistic, hell, they could even call me uncreative or repetitive, but I'm not going to give up and I'm not going to let them win. I know many of you are writers, many of you are artists in one way or another and I want you all to know that if there is anything you ever need me to do or to support your work, you have it. I'm finished backing down from the cruelty in this world, and I'm going to keep writing what I want, how I want it, regardless of anyone who attempts to silence me. I hope you all do the same.
Because at the end of the day, it's up to all of us to shape the world. I'm not going to let it be ruined by those who want it all for themselves. Thank you to those who have given me such great support, I don't intend to betray it. Not now, not ever. -Kiba
My heart was pounding as soon as I managed to struggle back to my feet. Already my breathing was ragged as the dark-skinned first mate approached me with a hearty laugh. "You're going to have to do better than that kid." He laughed, pointing the short wooden stick at me. "If this were a real blade, you'd have been dead a long time ago. How did you manage to beat our guys again?"
"Ha ha. Very funny." I snapped back, grabbing up the "weapon" that he'd skillfully knocked out of my hands.
"Your stance is far too casual. This is a fight for your life boy, even an inch in the wrong spot and you're as good as gone! Keep your back straight, weight centered between both front and back legs. I'm coming at you now. Try to anticipate my movements." My eyes focused on his as he stepped forward, casually as though he were just walking up to an acquaintance. My knuckles were white with how tightly they clasped on to the handle, and just as he lifted up his stick, I thrust the stick towards him only for him to simply tap me on the head, a little less than gently. "Know what you did wrong that time?" He asked as I placed my hand to my head, stumbling back.
"Agreed to this lesson?" I asked, causing him to chuckle.
"I'm bigger than you." He replied.
I looked up at him. "No shit? I thought it was just because I was slouching." His grin turned into a frown as he quickly swept my legs from under me with the stick and, as I fell, managed to drive his stick into my gut.
"Boy, I'm going to have to beat that smart out of your head if you keep talking to your higher-ups all sarcastic like. I meant that I'm bigger than you, which gives me the advantage of reach. I'm able to hit you before you can hit me."
I groaned, standing to my feet shakily. "Yeah…okay. Sorry, just frustrated is all." The glint in his eyes seemed to betray his forgiveness before he sighed, scratching his back with the stick.
"Maybe we should call it a day." He said, turning away.
"N-no!" I quickly called out, causing him to pause. "I'm sorry. I won't be sarcastic anymore. I just…I can't have you and the captain saving me all the time. When I'm not useful anymore I'm dead. Isn't that how things go on this ship?"
Cayman just laughed again. "With the way you fight? I'd say you'd be dead long before then." His eyes went out over the pitch black sea looking up to the full moon that glistened upon it like the sole beacon of light within a storm. "It's been three days you know…since we started this training."
I glanced down at my feet. "And I haven't made any progress… I know. I'm sorry Cayman, I'm doing my best. Honest."
"Boatswain."
"Yes sir?"
Cayman turned to me, and walking closer he placed his hand on my shoulder. "Listen to me son, you may not realize it, but you've come a far way from the sniveling whelp we dragged off a sorry smuggling ship. It may not seem like you're getting better…but you have to remember I've been doing this all my life…several of them."
"What do you mean?" He looked nervous, as though unsure of what to say.
"Let's just say kid…there are worse things in the world than cold-blooded pirates. At one point, I was one of them. Things are different now, that's all you need to know. Now then, again!" Turning back to me, he raised his 'sword' striking out quickly. I barely managed to move fast enough to block his strikes, and everyone felt as if hammers were raining down upon me.
"What in GODS' names are you two doing?!" A feminine voice startled me, causing me to lower my guard just as Cayman managed to whack me on the side of the head, making me fall to deck hard. I quickly clambered back up, offering a salute to the captain as Cayman chuckled.
"Sorry Captain," he said, "We didn't mean to wake you. I was just trying to teach the rookie a few lessons on how to hold his own in a fight."
Miss Fortune looked down at me, arms crossed over her chest. She wasn't dressed in her normal wear; rather she was wearing some sort of silk night gown that wavered in the cool sea breeze. It was easy to tell that she wasn't wearing any sort of corset or bra, so I tried desperately to ensure my eyes remained in hers. She seemed to notice. "Is there a reason you're staring at my face so intently Flintlock?" She asked, causing me to immediately turn red.
"N-no ma'am, just dizzy from the blow Cayman gave me. To be honest, I'm seeing at least three of you now." I laughed nervously causing her to shake her head with a sigh.
"Don't lie to me Flintlock, you're terrible at it." Looking towards the first mate she gestured towards the hold. "Cayman, return to your cabin and get some shut eye. I'll take over from here."
"Ma'am?" He asked surprised.
Her eyes immediately focused on him. "Do you truly want me to repeat myself?" She growled, and Cayman immediately shook his head.
"As usual captain, you're absolutely right. I'm rather tired and I'm having a hard time hearing you. I'll get some sleep. Shall I report back in a few hours for fire watch?" The two of them met eyes again. It was something that they often did, and I'd begun to suspect it was as if they were speaking in code to one another. It was unsettling to say the least, but at the same time I knew that the two of them knew each other well enough that they wouldn't have to use code. They could simply read the other's face and know exactly what words were on their lips.
"That won't be necessary. Since our boatswain has so much energy, I believe he'll be able to perform firewatch well on his own." Cayman's eyes closed and he let out a deep breath.
"As you command Captain. I bid you both good night." He turned to return to his cabin, raising a hand to wave a lazy farewell and soon it was just the Captain and me standing on the deck.
After a few moments of silent, my lips parted to speak. "Captain, I…"
"Do you find me weak Flintlock?" She asked, cutting off my words.
"What? Of course not, ma'am!"
"Do you think me foolish?"
I shook my head furiously. "Never Captain."
She bit her lip, as if analyzing my words down to every syllable. "Then why is it that you are so easily able to stare me in the eye despite knowing that in half of a heartbeat, I could easily put a bullet in your skull?"
Her question confused me. What did she mean by that? "I'm…not sure I understand Captain." I admitted carefully, not wishing to anger her. "Have I disrespected you in anyway? If I have, I promise I didn't do so knowingly."
"And what if you did Flintlock?" She asked, walking closer so that the pale moonlight now caused her ivory skin to shimmer. "Your apologies are meaningless to me. If you truly upset me, to the point where I was ready to kill you, what would you do?"
My breath caught in my throat. How could she expect me to even answer that question? "I'm…not sure ma'am." I replied softly, praying that my words didn't remove me from her good graces. "The truth Captain, is I'm not sure what I'd do."
"Would you do nothing? Simply let me kill you?" I shook my head. "So you'd try to kill me then? Is that it?"
"No Captain. I just…"
"Do you not believe that I would kill you?" She asked.
I swallowed again, trying to choose my words very carefully. "I…don't believe…I'd give you a reason to kill me Captain."
Now it was her turn to take a sharp breath. "And why is that?" She asked. "Are you truly so valuable?"
This time I knew my answer. "No ma'am. But…I believe that you would never kill me…because I know that if it were within my power I'd never do anything to give you reason to." A soft giggle escaped her lips.
"I see. And why is that?"
I wasn't entirely sure why the Captain continued to ask these questions. I thought she had told Cayman she'd wanted to train me. I could see she was waiting for my response and every second I took to answer her question seemed to cause something to build up in her eyes. I couldn't determine what that look she was giving me was, but I knew I didn't like it. "Because…well, you're my Captain, Captain."
"Does it bother you having a female Captain?"
Again I was stumped by her question. "Permission to speak freely ma'am?" I asked nervously.
"Granted. I want to hear what you actually think, no strings attached."
Here goes nothing. "Ma'am, I think that the biggest insult that you could ever give me is doubting my word. I'd never give you a reason to kill me Captain, because you've pulled me from the fire more times than I can count, to the point where I know that if I ever had the opportunity to do the same for you I would in a heartbeat. To be perfectly honest and frank, the reason I am able to look you in the eye isn't because I'm trying to challenge your authority or prove myself brave. I see the way that other crewmen, bounties, and pirates look at you. They either fear you, lust after you, or both. Their eyes are either on your body or at their feet, but either way, none of them dares to say a word because they know that to do so would be a risk to their lives. I look you in the eyes because I respect you. You're beautiful, stunning even. But that doesn't hold a candle to the fact that if I had to pick just one person in the world that I'd follow anywhere in the world I would choose you. Not because I'd be afraid of dying. If you told me to do something dangerous I'd do it anyway. I trust you completely and I'm willing to risk my life on the belief that you deserve nothing less than my absolute devotion and loyalty. That and well…your nipples are showing through your shirt and I don't want to be rude…ma'am." I added at the final moment as she simply stared at me stunned. "I apologize for my directness ma'am."
She shook her head, banishing the apology. "I don't…know what to say."
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about ma'am…you couldn't have known…"
"No. Not that." She whispered, cutting me off again. She cleared her throat, recomposing herself as I pondered what the consequences of my loud mouth would be. "Tell me Flintlock…because you spend so much time staring to my eyes, what are the things you have seen in them?"
"Courage. Dedication. And…" my words trailed off, unsure of what to say.
"And?"
"Kindness." I whispered. "And while I know…that's not what you want to hear because every sailor I've spoken to feels that Kindness is a weakness to be ashamed of…but I know that the kindness you have is one of strength, not weakness. You can tell when someone deserves a chance and when someone doesn't, and that you saw that chance in me is something I will never forget for as long as I live, Ma'am."
Her ruby red lips curled into a grin. "So…you would tell me something, knowing full well that I may not like what you had to say?" She asked, her eyes shimmering.
"I'd never lie to you ma'am. Well…except just then when you asked me why I was staring at your face, which I'm truly sorry about. I wouldn't ever want to give you a reason to doubt my honesty, is what I'm saying, I guess…" I stammered awkwardly.
"Follow me." She commanded, walking back to her quarters. I watched as she gave me a smirk that could melt the heart of even the coldest man before beckoning me to come closer. "Come on now Flintlock, I won't bite. Though you strike me as the kind who wouldn't mind if I did." I nodded, approaching her cabin as she disappeared into the soft glow of the lanterns that kept it lit, pausing just outside of her doorway.
Her room was beautiful, decorated in the finest silks and gems from whatever treasures she'd managed to commandeer. But despite what I could see, what struck me hardest was the scent. The air was heavy and musky, a scent that spoke to the deepest recesses of my biology and I couldn't help but feel a heat burning in my veins as the captain bent down, giving me a look at her soft and shapely legs. I quickly averted my eyes as she began to root through her trunk, as if searching for something. "Ma'am?" I asked softly but she just held up her finger without even looking back.
When at last she straightened, her cherry curls fell over one of her eyes as she sauntered closer, holding an ornate box in her hand. "Now then…I promised to train you for combat, and train you I shall. But before I do…there is something I need to give you." Walking closer to me, she held it out, her arms resting beneath it as though presenting me with something more fragile and delicate than a flower. Nervously I looked from her to the box and began to reach for it to open it, but she quickly pulled it away from my grasp. "Listen closely Flintlock…before you open this box, you're going to have to come to a decision about something. The truth is I've done some bad things in my life, and I work every day to ensure that the mistakes I've made are not repeated. I'm not promising that while you're serving under me that I'm going to be perfect. In fact, I know I'll make mistakes. So before you decide to open the box and take what's inside, you need to ask yourself if you're ready to commit to a flawed captain and her journey to achieve her goals? Because I'm going to do it, and I'll do it through blood and fire if I have to." She slowly held out the box once more.
"The entire world is flawed." I whispered, my hand running over the smooth painted wood. "But it's our flaws that make us who we are. You may have your flaws and crimes Captain…but I know that so long as I'm under your command…I'm going to do my best to help you fight for your dreams. I don't know if I'll be more help or hindrance…the truth is, I'm absolutely terrified of what I'm going to find in this box." My hands were shaking as they went to the ornate golden latch, my eyes rising to stare fiercely into hers. "But you're my Captain…and the person I respect more than anyone else in the world. I'd follow you into the depths of the nine hells." With that, my fingers unhooked the latch, and lifting the lid of the box my eyes fell on to two of the most beautiful weapons I'd ever seen. Letting out a breath, I slowly reached in, lifting the long and narrow basket hilt from its case. Sliding it from the sheathe, it glimmered in the lantern light. The blade was beautiful and ornate, etched with long complex swirls that resembled thorns. Holding it, it was surprisingly light, and examining its craftsmanship, I could scarcely believe she was giving it to me. Carefully, returning it to the box, I then ran my fingers over the black iron pistol, also engraved, though the barrel on this one had an intricate rose. "What are these…and why are you giving them to me?" I gasped in awe.
"They belonged to one of the greatest men I've ever had the pleasure of capturing for a bounty, and one of the things that even now haunts me. It was the first time I'd ever regretted capturing a bounty and I couldn't bring myself to get rid of either of these. I've been waiting to give them to someone who deserved them, and I believe that is you. Their names are Obsidian Rose and Silver Thorn. Take good care of them; there are none like them in the world." I nodded, strapping them both to my waist, the extra weight of both of them nothing in comparison to the weight of their meaning.
"Captain I…"
"Not another word Flintlock. No one is to know where you got these weapons…do you understand me?" I nodded. "Good. Now then, continue practicing what Cayman taught you about sword play. I know you well enough to know you can aim a gun." With that, the beautiful woman shooed me out of her cabin before closing the door behind me. I didn't even hear her groan as her legs began to grow weak beneath her.
The rest of the night went on rather uneventfully. As I had promised her, I continued to practice with Silver Thorn, my blade dashing in and out of an invisible opponent's range. While I knew I wasn't able to practice with Obsidian Rose yet, since the crew was sleeping, I resolved myself that once I was done with my duties tomorrow, I'd set up some sort of target practice, with the Captain's permission of course. Just as I was about to practice another thrust, my ears popped as the barometric pressure fell. My eyes immediately looked up towards our sails. Was a storm coming? They lay unwavering in the wind, completely still. And that was when I realized something was wrong. I could no longer hear the sound of waves against our hull and looking forward, I watched a great fog begin to roll in. From the massive ominous mist, a ship that was tattered and vile looking sailed closer, their sails ripped but puffed outward on a current that didn't exist. The ghost ship! Immediately I rushed back to the cabin, banging on the door. "Captain!" I called out fiercely.
"Flynn what is…?" Her words trailed off and she looked behind me, seeing the large ship looming ever closer to us. "Flintlock! Battlestations! Wake up the rest of the crew and make sure we sink this thing for good. I won't have any phantoms attempting to have their way with my ship." I nodded, and immediately set to my task.
Cries began to rise across the ship as everyone began to prepare the cannons. I wasn't entirely sure if the Rakkorian Fire would work on the ghost ship, but I immediately began to prepare it anyway, taking two men with me to work the billows. Knowing I'd have to light it, I returned to the top deck, informing them that they were to begin pumping at my signal. When I arrived there, Miss Fortune was already dressed in her normal attire, twisting the helm of the ship to narrowly avoid our attackers. Grabbing a lantern I hung it on a rod, going to lower it in front of the ship. "Flintlock what are you doing?!" The captain shouted.
"Rakkorian fire! Try to aim our nose at them!" She nodded, turning the ship to spin so that we would be at our enemy's rear. I smirked, now to just torch their rudder and they'd be…my thoughts vanished as with a shimmer, the boat vanished before reappearing facing the other direction. "LIGHT IT NOW!" I screamed just as a burst of emerald flames erupted from the front of our ship towards the phantoms. However, the fire went straight through them, as though they weren't even there.
"What magic is this?" Cayman growled as they turned, firing a broad side into our front, presumably killing the men who were working the billows. Almost immediately, long wicked hooks came flying towards the deck. Rushing towards Cayman, I quickly shoved him out of the way as a barb splintered into the wood where he stood. Sliding down from the higher ship's deck, creatures began to grab other sailors, stabbing them while they were shocked by their fierce appearance. The deck became a slaughter, and just as I drew Obsidian Rose, I managed to fire, knocking one of the vile beasts from the rope he was crossing. I began to rush outward, Silver Thorn in my other hand and slicing through the ropes that connected us. We had to retreat! The captain seemed to understand what I was attempting and violently spun the wheel to starboard so that they we began to pull away.
However, more hooks began to fly through the air, one of them managing to sink into an unlucky helmsman who wasn't able to dodge in time. We were trapped by these monsters, and I began to fear that our battle was one that was nearly over. But then I heard a scream. Turning I saw two of the undead figures, dragging the captain struggling back towards the ship. "Captain!" I called out to her, firing my pistol quickly, managing to destroy one of her captors, before he was replaced by another one. Cayman quickly grabbed the wheel, jerking it hard and ripping the hooks from the decks. This time no more flew, but the Captain had already been carried across. We were starting to pull away, and Cayman didn't seem to be eager to reclaim the Captain at the risk of the other soldiers. I could already feel my bloodboiling at the thought of him abandoning her, but I knew I had to put that aside. Sheathing my blade I quickly climbed the rigging. Just as the ship began to tilt, I screamed and ran towards the side, jumpin with all my might towards the ship. "Flintlock don't!" Cayman screamed, but it was too late as I managed to catch on to the rigging of the ghost ship.
The boat lurched, pulling away from our vessel and I saw Cayman watching in shock as the skeletal crew began to approach me with weapons drawn. I could see them holding the Captain further updeck, their sharp claw like fingers tearing at her as she attempted to pull from their grip. Her entire body was quivering, and immediately I drew my weapons and began to fight my way through the mob. The undead hissed and lunged at me, but with Obsidian Rose and Silver Thorn, I was able to slash and blast my way to my Captain through a cloud of bone dust. However, from the deck more skeletons began to rise eager to destroy the bounty hunter who had sought to sink them back into the ocean.
I ran for her as I watched her face take on a strange expression, the same kind she had when she was suffering from her illness, and I knew that it was up to me to save her. I lowered my shoulder, slamming into one of her captors and quickly blasting the other one from her arm as my hand went to her wrist. "Flintlock?!" She gasped in surprise, her eyes widening as I began to pull her towards the ramparts. But as I did, my eyes took in a nightmarish sight. The ship was gone, sailing out of the expansive fog that was now closing us off. I swore, looking around myself as they began to surround us.
I pushed her behind me, leveling my gun and blade forward. "Don't worry Captain, I'll find a way out of this mess for us."
"Flynn…"she breathed heavily as the crew advanced more. But suddenly they stopped, empty glowing eyes locked on the two of us as a man dressed in strange robes stepped out from the captain's quarters.
"Somehow I think not boy." He laughed as the skeletons made way from him. "So this is the infamous Miss Sarah Fortune. Good work my pets, you've brought quite the prize to me. And I do so plan on unwrapping this present." I again placed myself between the two, pointing my gun at him.
"I won't let you touch my Captain." I growled, causing him to just laugh.
"And you brought her pet dog too. Absolutely adorable. But tell me son, what has this woman done to earn such devotion from you? Are you truly willing to go toe to toe with a powerful necromancer like me? You're out of your league boy. Now, step aside…or else I'll kill you and then make you step aside. I've got a bone to pick with this bounty hunter."
Time seemed to be running out as I glanced over my shoulder to see a life boat nearby. Before the skeletons could stop me, I shoved Sarah hard toppling her over into the boat before I sliced the ropes that held it, causing her to fall into the murky water below. "Damn it! Stop him you imbeciles!" He growled, but it was too late. I narrowly avoided the sharp claws that tore down my back as I leapt from the ship. With a splash, I shot down into the watery depths before scrambling to the top, looking around desperately. Seeing the lifeboat, I swam towards it as fast as I could, hooking an arm over the edge and pulling myself up into it, gasping for breath as the ghost ship vanished into the fog, leaving my Captain and I stranded. She was out, most likely from shock or perhaps he hit her head against the life boat when I'd shoved her, but the important thing was that she was still alive. I'd done it…I'd succeeded and rescued her. I looked down at Obsidian Rose…she'd become emerged in water and checking it I discovered that sure enough it was water logged. I'd have to try it out before I could use it again. Even still, I sat in the boat, one hand on my blade, the other on the pistol as I watched over the dozing beauty, in case the ship came back.
An hour later, she began to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she gasped softly, her body convulsing as though she had a fever. I quickly took off my coat, wringing out as much moisture as I could before wrapping it around her in an attempt to keep her warm. "Captain…?" I asked softly, causing her to look at me before clutching the cloth around her tighter. "Don't worry Captain, we're safe. The ghost ship is gone."
Miss Fortune looked around he, slowly making her way to sit up as I quickly moved to help support her. Her body felt incredibly warm as I pulled her against me for stability. "And out crew?" She finally asked.
"Gone." I replied softly. "Cayman took our ship and left us."
"Good." She breathed a sigh of relief as she pressed herself against me fiercely. "That means he's following the code."
"Ma'am…how is that good at all?! He was going to leave you on that monstrosity so that that…fiend…could have his way with you."
"As you should have!" She snapped. "The pirate code states that should the captain be taken, the priority is to get the crew out first. Damn it Flintlock, what were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that I could save you! Which I did!"
She chuckled rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Flintlock…I appreciate what you did…really, but you need to realize something. There is no room in this life for playing hero! You have a good heart, truly you do, and one day it is going to get you killed."
"With all due respect ma'am…I'd rather die a hero then live as someone who'd abandon their friends." I felt the stinging of my cheek before I saw her hand move, and when I looked up at her, I could see the anger in her eyes.
"You just don't get it! No single person on that entire ship is worth saving, do you understand me? There are many reasons people get into the life of being a bounty hunter. You think some of those low-level bilge rats are there to make off with a life-time of treasure? Did it ever occur to you that maybe some of the people on those ship have something to live for other than being part of my crew? They have families, people they love, and missions of their own. When the chips are down, you pull away and you get as many people out of there as you possibly can, regardless of rank! That's what being a captain means! It doesn't mean getting a bigger share of treasure, it doesn't mean getting to boss people around, it means having a responsibility to your crew first, your ship second, and yourself third and it is a lesson you need to take to heart very quickly if you want to continue living this life." I gently rubbed my cheek as her words stung more than the slap. I almost felt ashamed for having done what I did now. That was when I felt her hand slip beneath my chin to tilt it upward to look at her. "Flynn…I want you to understand. I'm not saying this because I'm not grateful. But I've seen you at work…I watched you slash your way through an entire crew just to get to me and I've experienced first-hand the amount of potential you have in being a captain of your own some day. I'm telling you these things because I know that the world will be better off when you've learned these lessons, not because I want you to get out of this life. Do you understand?"
I nodded gently. "Yes Captain, though…" I looked around us, the ocean seemingly stretching in every direction away from the small lifeboat. "I'm not entirely sure how well it will do us now. It's just the two of us…and we've no food but I do have a half-full canteen. And I don't see any land on the horizon." I looked up to see another shudder run through her body as she looked at me with those piercing eyes of hers, the ones that indicated her illness.
"Damn it…" she whimpered, "not now."
"Captain? Listen, Captain I know you're not well. Just tell me how I can help and I'll…" I began to move closer but immediately her foot lashed out, catching me in the chest and pinning me down in the boat, her breathing ragged.
"No! Stay away…do not come closer." She gasped. "You don't understand Flynn, this isn't a sickness that can be treated."
I gently placed my hands on her foot, going to move it away but as soon as my hands touched her calf a flash of innate pleasure crossed over her features as she let out a soft sigh, collapsing weakly backward on to the ship. "Captain?" I asked softly, trying to understand what was wrong with her. She seemed to enjoy it when I just touched her leg…perhaps she was sore and massaging her would help? "Here Captain…you don't have to be embarrassed, I honestly don't mind helping." My hand began to stroke her leg gently, moving on its own accord as I attempted to warm and loosen the muscle in it.
"N-no! Don't…st-stop." Her words began to cut off and weaken as I continued massaging her leg and foot. "Y-you're just making it…w-worse!" She gasped flopping backwards allowing me further access to her shapely leg.
"Sorry Captain…but you seem to be enjoying it…"
"Of course I'm enjoying it!" She whimpered, lifting her leg so that I could travel to her lower thigh, bracing her foot on my shoulder. "Th-that's the probl-problem…"
I smiled softly to her. "Captain…you really don't have to be so proud you know. I'm happy help. Besides…who am I going to tell? We're alone and it's not as if I have any friends to blab too." Her normally pale skin became flushed, and that's when I saw the damp patch starting to form between her legs, causing me to blush. "C-captain?" I asked as she lifted her scarlet hair from her eyes to look into mine. I could see a hunger there that I hadn't before.
I watched as her hands slowly traveled down her body and undid her fly, before slowly and carefully slipping from her leather leggings. I could feel the heat in my own body rising, just what was going on?! "If you're going to do it Flynn…do it right…"she gasped, pulling her leggings away and then using her foot to gently caress my cheek urging me to continue.
"Ma'am…are you sure I should…?"
Her foot linked behind my head pulling me hard enough that it yanked me off balance towards her. "You started this damn it…"she growled, "you'd better finish it too." Nodding obediently, my fingers ran up the sides of her thighs, causing soft purrs to escape her lips. This close to her, I could smell the desire rolling from her body, and I tried desperately not to think about it. This was my Captain after all, I couldn't just…I mean she was the Captain! As I leaned closer to run my hands further, I barely noticed her hands stretch upward before tugging on my hair hard, pulling me down between her legs drowning me in her scent. "Gods yes! You'd better get to it if you don't want to disappoint me." My eyes widened at her words, she couldn't possibly mean…her hips thrust upward sensually, grinding against my face as she mewed in desire. Clearly that was exactly what she meant.
With shaky hands, I began to feel my heart race as I tried desperately to understand what was happening. But if it was what the Captain wanted…my fingers gently stroked the fabric that was beneath me, causing it to only become more thoroughly soaked through. Trembling, I looked up to see her eagerly awaiting my progression and so for the first time in my life I placed my lips upon a woman's body. I gently pulled aside her undergarments, gently kissing her again, this time tasting her desire. She pulled me even more roughly between her legs, ordering more from me and finally I gave her what she wanted. My tongue slipping in and out of her, egged on by her moans of pleasure. I was there for nearly two hours, my jaws sore and my chin soaked with her juices as I began to develop a taste for my captain.
I tried desperately to steel myself. This was the Captain, a woman whom was like a Goddess to me. She deserved far better than I, and I knew it, but with every second my resolve weakened until finally I surrendered to my desires, throwing myself into her throws with a long-dormant hunger. Fire was burning inside of me like it had never done before and soon she rewarded me with one last intense moan, arching her back as my maw was flooded with her climax, nearly drowning me as I coughed in surprise, swallowing much of it. Her body collapsed then, ragged and exhausted as she weakly pulled me upwards towards her. "You…need practice…" she purred before pulling me into her arms, placing a soft kiss on my lips. I shyly returned the kiss, taking her into my arms as well before I could hear her softly dozing, her eyes closed in a bizarre slumber. My lips parted from hers, and unsure of what to do I simply rested my head beside hers and in time sleep took me as well, making me wonder if perhaps I was dreaming all of this.
To be continued…
