Chapter 29: Silver Goddess
Jack watched his silver goddess sleep. Her magnificent black mane was sprawled across the dark silken sheets, half her arm was hanging off the bed and her other was thrown onto his chest carelessly. Her plump lips were slightly parted, and her head was tilted to the side a bit. Jack's eyes drank in the sight she made, the ambiguous little goddess she was…so irresistible and almost perfect in his eyes now. He brushed her cheek, and then traced her bottom lip with his thumb. He cradled her lithe, ravishing body towards his hard muscled one. Her scent calming yet arousing him at the same time, the rousing lust coming from the memories of her naked, stunning body fluidly and perfectly moving in talented movements under his strong, skilled one.
Jack was forced out of his thoughts when he heard her whimper from her dreams…or were they nightmares that plagued her mind? He looked at her and made a few soothing sounds into her ear, but unfortunately it didn't help take away the images that took over her mind…
From the cavernous darkness of the tomb, a voice rumbled out…she felt the cold of the tomb seeping into her body almost unbearably painful.
"You have come to us…dear Chrysta."
"I haven't come to you; I have come to kill the woman who helped kill me."
A slow clapping echoed through the magnificent dark cavern.
"Excellent," the male voice spoke powerfully and with approval, "Exactly what I wanted to hear."
Chrysta's eyes blinked open and took her surroundings swiftly, almost believing she had been in the cold cave. She propped herself up, one hand on the bed and the other across her nude chest, covering herself as she peered outside her window. The sun had just begun to rise, just bathing the dark sky with a delicate light. She glanced at Jack, knowing he was awake and she gave him a small yet nervous smile. But a nervousness directed at what she would be put up against that day.
"I love you," Chrysta croaked stiffly and she winced at her daft words, looking away from him.
"I love ye too," Jack whispered back in his masculine velvet tone, sincerity rolling of his masterful tongue. Chrysta's breath left her body in a large whoosh and she returned her gaze back to him and gave him a smile, ruined by the edgy hollowness in her eyes.
"It's early," she whispered her voice hoarse from sleep, her eyes dropping to the bed sheets, a hidden smirk on her lips, "Melinda won't be here in a while."
"Are ye suggesting something?" Jack asked with a roguish smirk and Chrysta peered at him with desire from under her lashes.
"Maybe I am," Chrysta said throatily and Jack growled in lascivious approval. He leaned towards her body as she leaned teasingly away. His strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him, he placed his mouth on hers and she gave a purr of pure bliss. As Jack expertly pried her lips open with his, he pulled her onto his lap easily, making sure to not enter her yet. Her heavenly soft chest pressed to his powerful taut one and her lean legs were placed on either side of his hips.
Chrysta broke the kiss, her lips tastefully swollen from his kiss and her eyes dark with divine arousal. She leaned forward and placed a soft, tempting kiss on his lips…her pace slower than his earlier one. As she brushed her tongue across his top lip, he sought it with his desperate for a quicker speed. She broke the kiss again as he started to quicken the pace and he growled in impatience.
"Take your time with me Jack…take your time with this sorceress," Chrysta said huskily as she licked her lips a smirk tugging at her lips. She brought her hand up to his face as he snarled angrily at her tormenting teasing. He wanted her now and he was getting extremely impatient, Chrysta saw this and gave an innocent smile…although it didn't look very innocent since she had a ruthless gleam in her eyes, mixed with all the desire and lust.
"Patience," she purred, and Jack rolled his eyes.
"Not good with that luv….and just to remind you…you're my sorceress."
"Then for this woman…your sorceress" Chrysta said as she looked into his eyes deeply and pointed her hand to herself, "Be good, be patient."
Jack was getting thoroughly aggravated by her and her teasing. The damned wench…vixen….witch. He grabbed her hips firmly and slowly pushed her against his length. Chrysta's eyes fluttered shut and she moaned loudly as he started to slowly penetrate her…at a very tantalizing and too slow pace. She tried to push down to get him all within her but his firm grip didn't let her and she heard him chuckle darkly. Jack being the tease now.
"Damn you Sparrow," she hissed and he pulled her off him, his length withdrawing from her tight canal. He smirked at her as she glared at him.
"Kiss me," he commanded huskily.
"Ha! Why don't you kiss me Sparrow?"
"Fine with me Chrys," he said as he pulled her to him once again and kissed her. His hands now roaming her body, intoxicating her with the dizzying desire he had taught her. She moaned into the kiss and Jack sighed as she started to match his fervent, demanding passion. Her lips maneuvered over his smoothly and easily, everything so impressively natural. Both individuals devouring each other, not able to satisfy …no matter how many times they made love. And it scared the pirate captain to no end, because when it was time to say goodbye, would he be able to?
His thoughts were pushed away though when Chrysta let out a loud growl and broke the kiss, she wiped her mouth, her eyes filled with fiery passion but also incensed anger. In a grimly furious voice she said, "Don't think of goodbyes now. Think of them later."
Chrysta's face softened and she gave a vacant closed smile, her hand trailing down his tightened muscled chest and navel. Until she reached his manhood, she brushed her smooth elegant hand across it and gave him a sultry smile as she licked her lips. He gave a loud guttural moan as she wrapped her hand around him and moved along his shaft, her light yet firm touches easily inciting delicious sparks of pleasure run through every one of his flexed muscles. He threw his head back as she caressed him erotically, his eyes closed.
Chrysta then straddled him, her hands now on his shoulders for support. His eyes snapped open and he nodded in encouragement, his hands automatically going to her hips. Chrysta lowered herself onto him, his glorious manhood entering her slowly and with a firm push of his hips; he was completely embedded in her. Chrysta's head lolled to the side and a feral moan was ripped from her throat, ecstasy pumped through both of their bodies.. Before Jack could take control of his senses she was already moving on top of him in graceful and carnal motions, her hips rolling against his in an erogenous rhythm.
The sorceress and the pirate felt that familiar indescribable feeling; the connection between them that almost became tangible when they copulated. The thrill and intensity overwhelming them, pleasing and satisfying their bodies to beyond reason. Their bodies fused together was perfection.
Chrysta gave a purr as he latched his lips on one of her hardened nipples, his talented mouth piquantly sucking and nipping it. His mouth then trailed upwards to her collarbone, one of his hands rubbing and pinching her other hard nub. She moved faster and harder on top of him, her body asking for more…her mind asking for more. Her breasts bounced with every one of her unrestrained, sensual movements.
She felt both their bodies tightening, ready for their climaxes and she was disappointed it had to end so soon, but already the sun's rays were starting to light their perspiring and hot bodies. She knew that Melinda would be here soon and she couldn't exactly be caught in such a compromising position with the pirate…who was supposedly on Melinda's side not hers. Jack brought his lips up to her neck and nipped it roughly; she gave a yelp and glared at him. He placed his hands on her hips, an arrogant smirk fixated on his handsome face and Chrysta sneered at him. He growled as she brought her lips to his neck and nipped it, first softy and then roughly, obviously marking him.
He flexed his hips upward harder and rougher, and she matched his intensity. Their breathes coming out harshly from their lips, their lids half-lidded and heavy with pleasure, their gazes trained on the other. Jack trailed his hand down to where their bodies met, and found her swollen nub. He stroked her with steady and confident strokes, causing every one of her muscles to tighten and her nerves sing. With a roar Jack climaxed within her, spilling himself insider her as she followed right after with a breathy wail. Her beautiful body convulsing and riding both their peaks with nimble motions of her hips.
"Jack," Chrysta murmured his name breathlessly as she placed her head at the crook of his neck, his skin moist with perspiration. Jack held her sweaty body closely, one of his hands stroking her soft hair. He kissed the top of his head and shifted to lie down, her body resting against his, her face calm but with a satisfied tiny smile curving her lips.
"I luv ye," Jack whispered, the statement whispered from his parted lips almost effortless now. Chrysta looked at him through heavy lids and gave a lopsided smile, "I love you too."
They stared into each other's eyes, actually loving what they saw. The improbability of the whole situation almost humorous. A pirate and a sorceress who both promised not to love, were now loving each other.
Chrysta's eyes drifted closed, her breathing slowing and Jack thought she was asleep. He took the time to caress her moist body lovingly and look at her ethereal skin that shimmered almost strangely in the light. He promised himself that he would protect her that day and it would be the last thing he would do for her before he left. Jack was lost in his thought when she suddenly got off him and slid off the bed; he peered at her face and saw her grey eyes shining with tears. He got off the bed after her and hugged her body to his from behind, as he nuzzled her neck.
"Are ye upset I'm leaving ye?" he asked.
"No. I just don't deserve your protection today."
"Why would ye say that?" Jack asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Because, you even know that I can't be trusted," she said in a monotone voice. Chrysta unwrapped his arms from her waist and walked to her drawers.
"Get dressed and leave," she said her voice cold. Jack looked confused at her sudden mood change and she turned around, her eyes icy.
"Leave. Go to your crew because Melinda will be here soon," Chrysta said coldly, as she turned her back to him and rummaged through her drawers. Jack felt angry at her coldness and did exactly what she told him to do. His movements were jerky and angry as he put his clothes and effects on.
Before he left, she handed him the little ebony box full of gems that he had actually forgotten about. Without any words exchanged between the two lovers, he left the sorceress. His mind telling him that maybe she did not deserve to be protected by him, not today and not ever. His mind going to the memory of the night he made her his…the night she had pressed the dagger to his throat.
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The sun had risen to midday, the day already smoldering hot on the island. Chrysta quickly dressed, she wore her trademark color…black. It was a convenient shade, especially when there would be blood shed. She pulled on a pair of black trousers, a shift and a linen black short-sleeved shirt. Chrysta kneeled onto her knees and looked under the bed, she reached out and pulled a pair of weathered black boots and put them on. She walked to her commode room, and looked in her mirror, she analyzed herself and saw the noticeable difference in her skin's pale tone…her body radiant and bizarre, almost creepy in her eyes. Her eyes scanned her features through the mirror, from her silvery-grey eyes, to her sharp nose and pronounced cheekbones, to her plump lips. Her eyes then went to her body, she lifted up her shirt to expose her navel and didn't see a difference. Wonder when the little bugger is going to start to show, Chrysta thought as she let her linen shirt drop back to hide her lean stomach. She looked back up to her face and ran her fingers through her raven-black hair, and started to braid it in one long braid, she tied the ends with a leather strip and placed her braid over one shoulder. Chrysta then applied her dark kohl around her grey orbs and glanced one last time in the mirror before she left towards the village.
The sorceress walked into the village, and she spied two of Jack's crewmembers walking towards the interrogation hut.
"Raghetti…Pintel," she called out, her voice sharp and making them jump. They shifted nervously as she approached them.
"Yes ma'am?" Raghetti asked, trying to sound brave but failing.
"Where is your Captain?"
"Cap'n Sparrow?" asked Pintel.
"Of course. Is he not your captain?" Chrysta asked, showing her irritation.
"Er- he's in there wit' Melinda and the others," Pintel said as he pointed into the Melinda's interrogation hut.
"Alright thank you," Chrysta said as she started to walk away.
"De ye want us te call 'im?" Raghetti asked.
"No. And forget you ever saw me," Chrysta said and then added a threatening, "Alright?"
Raghetti and Pintel nodded, making sure they forgot they saw the intimidating witch.
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Chrysta walked towards Jenna's hut, as she was about to enter, Wilfred stepped out and pulled her inside. She yelped in surprise and stumbled over her own feet. Jenna quickly grabbed the sorceress with concern on her face.
"You never falter in step," Jenna said, it was more of a question than a statement.
"I'm just a little tired-"
"And weak," Jenna said as she scrutinized her half-sister but then her face broke into a smile, "Long night with Captain Sparrow?"
"Maybe," Chrysta stated emotionlessly, her eyes trained on Jenna's unmoving.
"Not very smart of you….did you even sleep?"
"Not exactly but I don't regret it."
"I'm curious as to why. You never had anything with any man in this village except Davis, and even then, you were cold stone. Has the pirate melted the ice around your heart?" Jenna asked, as she shuffled to the table and grabbed a bowl full of cooked fish.
"Ohh! I love fish," Chrysta said as she accepted the bowl from Jenna. Jenna tapped her foot and crossed her arms, "You didn't answer my question."
Chrysta took a deep breath in through her nostrils but her eyes widened halfway. She felt her stomach churn uncomfortably, and before she could vomit all over the hut's floor she ran outside and heaved all over the dirt ground. Her body wretched and with every heave, pain tore through throat. Jenna ran outside and pulled Chrysta's hair back, as she rubbed soothing circles on her back. When Chrysta stopped, she breathed heavily and turned to a concerned Jenna.
"Thank you."
"Chrysta…are you…are you with child?" Jenna asked with wide eyes and hope that she was wrong and overreacting, as she took in Chrysta's glittering aura. The sorceress looked away and nodded.
"Does…Jack know?"
"No and he won't find out," Chrysta said with threat laced in her words. Jenna nodded in understanding as they both walked back into the hut.
"Are you in love with him?"
"No," Chrysta said, but Jenna knew that it wasn't the honest answer, in fact it was the opposite.
"Let's stop with the questions and head for my cabin," Chrysta suggested sharply, after she took a long drink from a water jug. Jenna and Wilfred nodded in agreement and they all walked out the hut door, unprepared for the treachery to come.
A/N: I know! I know! It has been the longest time! And I apologize, I really have been soooo busy…and very stressed out! So many things have happened in the past weeks, relating mostly to school! So I apologize for the huge delay! I hope you all forgive me!
Well thank you to all my reviewers and readers for continuing to read this story and not losing 'hope' in me!
Tell me what you all thought of this chapter…was it okay? Horribly written? (c'mon I really AM 'self-conscious' of my writing 'skills')
Well anyways, thank you all again! You are all the amazing!
-Ana
Preview For Next Chapter:
"You look brilliant…literally. There is a glow about you…"
"Hmm. Must be the excitement," Chrysta said emotionlessly, the wonder on his face then slid off, replaced with disbelief.
"Chrysta…Chrys…are you carrying a child?"
Chrysta closed her eyes tightly and then turned to face him, the truth rolling off her tongue like heavy stones.
