Day 29 – Pirates

A/N: Once again, this is almost pure PWP. I'm not even sorry.


The rum was delicious, burning a blaze down his throat and lighting a fire in his stomach. Nathaniel took another sip as he leaned back in his seat, watching the scene unfolding before his eyes with avid interest.


They had been hunting smugglers in Amaranthine, to help out poor Constable Aidan. The once-proud town had never recovered from the darkspawn attack, was hardly more than a fishing port nowadays, and the city watch was struggling to keep the criminal elements at bay. He, Megan, and Carver had followed the trail to a shabby tavern near the docks. The barkeep had been surly and less than forthcoming with information, and they'd been ready to give up when they had run into the pirate.

"Carver Hawke! What are you doing in this rat hole?" Her bored drawl couldn't quite mask the genuine pleasure in her expression as she embraced Carver.

"Isabela." Carver was actually kissing her back, his face lighting up in a happy smile. "You look great!"

Nathaniel was inclined to agree. None of Carver's stories had prepared him for the reality of Isabela – dark skin, a dazzling smile, raven-black hair and full red lips - her curvy body proudly on display in a tight white tunic and thigh-high boots. She was gorgeous and confident and dangerous - every inch the pirate.

"And if it isn't the Warden Commander of Ferelden herself! I never thought we'd meet again this side of the void, Meg." Isabela beamed at Megan and kissed her soundly on both cheeks.

"Isabela. Good to see you. Meet my second-in-command, Nathaniel Howe." Megan looked pleased too, if a little wary, as the pirate shook hands with Nathaniel. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd settled down over in Kirkwall."

"A pirate never settles down for long, sweet thing. Besides, I have a new ship. Want to come and see her for yourself?" The pirate's smile was proud.

Megan hesitated, but then she shrugged. "Why not? It's not like we're making progress here."

Together, they headed for the docks, glad to leave the stale air of the tavern behind. The pirate's ship was docked at the outermost pier – a slim, fast sloop named the Ocean's Strumpet. "Isn't she lovely?" Isabela's tone was tender. "One thing to say for that raving madman you call your brother, Carver. He got me a ship."

"About the only good thing he's done lately," Carver muttered under his breath.

"Come aboard." The pirate grinned. "Say, Megan, do you still remember what I taught you, back in Denerim?"

"Your duelist's tricks?" Megan nodded. "You bet I do. They've come in handy from time to time."

"Let me see." Isabela reached for the two slim daggers strapped to her back.

Instinctively, Nathaniel tensed, though he knew Megan was perfectly able to defend herself. And, sure enough, her own daggers were already out, gleaming in the afternoon sun as she fell into a fighting stance. Isabela beamed with delight and mirrored the motion, her eyes firmly fixed on Megan. Nathaniel glanced at Carver, but the other man seemed unconcerned, leaning back against the railing with a broad grin.

"This should be fun to watch." Carver's voice sounded rough, and Nathaniel, following his gaze, felt his own throat go tight.

The two women were circling each other like large predatory cats, sure on their feet, focussed on each other's tiniest signals. When they finally engaged, their blades met for mere seconds before they retreated again, almost too fast for the eye to follow. Megan charged again, Isabela parried with a giddy laugh, feinted, withdrew, only just evaded another attack, and snuck in one of her own. Both of them were incredibly quick on their feet, sure of themselves and their abilities, ruthlessly pressing every advantage.

And yet, it looked less a fight than a dance, Nathaniel mused, despite the deadly edges of their blades; a beautiful, graceful whirlwind; two masterful performers coming together to create a perfect whole. Next to him, Carver was watching with rapt attention, his face flushed with excitement and his eyes shining with admiration.

There was no way of telling which of the two was the better fighter. But, in the end, Isabela managed to trick Megan into a freshly scrubbed corner of the deck. Her feet slipped the tiniest bit on a plank, and though she quickly regained her balance, the pirate didn't need more than that split second to pin her to the railing, a dagger pressed to her throat.

"That was cheating." Megan's breath was coming in quick, hard gasps, and she pretended to frown, but her whole face was shining with happiness.

"Well, duh. Pirate, remember?" Isabela winked at her as she sheathed the dagger, running a teasing finger along Megan's throat. "Come on. My cabin is freshly re-fitted and I've had a barrel of rum delivered this morning. Time for a drink!"


They'd all made themselves comfortable in the captain's cabin, Carver and Nathaniel in a pair of armchairs, Megan and Isabela on the big, fur-covered bed, each with a generously filled glass of rum in their hands.

"Your ship's a beauty, Isabela." Megan ran her hand appreciatively over the dark wooden panelling. "And I bet she's fast and deadly. Those fat merchantmen from Orlais better beware!"

"Ain't that the truth." Isabela raised her glass to toast Megan. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again: You'd make a damn fine pirate, sweet thing. Is there no way I can entice you to leave your order and sign up with me? That goes for the two of you as well, of course." She included Nathaniel and Carver with an expansive gesture.

Megan grinned. "I told you, I don't know the first thing about sailing. Besides, I'd say we're quite happy with the way things are."

Isabela's smile was sly. "So, the rumours are true?"

"Depends on the rumours." Megan stretched languorously on the bed, wiggling out of her coat. "What is it they say?"

"They say the Warden Commander has not one, but two big strong wardens to warm her bed." The pirate's smile became almost predatory as she glanced over at the two men. "You know, I was wondering whether you might be persuaded to share a little of that bounty."

Megan shrugged nonchalantly. "They're both free to do as they please."

"Are they?" Isabela was positively purring. "But, you may have noticed, my dear, that I said I'd like to share, rather than borrow." Her eyes were firmly fixed on Megan now. "You know what they say – men are only good for one thing. Women are good for six."

There was a brief pause. Megan's gaze flitted over to him and Carver, then she raised her chin, accepting the challenge. "Now you've made me curious."

"That was my intention." Isabela put down her glass.

Nathaniel watched in fascination as the pirate moved closer and took hold of Megan's chin, pulling her into a long kiss. When Isabela undid the lacings of her shirt, Megan didn't resist. In fact, judging from the flush on her pale skin, she seemed to be enjoying herself, but her response was uncharacteristically subdued. He smiled to himself. It was fascinating to see her like this, cautiously feeling her way through a scenario that was as unsettling as it was exciting.

Next to him, Carver gasped audibly, then got to his feet and made his way to the bed, getting rid of his leathers on the way there. Taking his place behind Isabela, he peeled the tunic off her shoulders, pushing it down to reveal her breasts. He cupped them with both hands, an expression of sheer bliss on his face. Nathaniel couldn't blame him. Isabela had perfect breasts, full and heavy, yet round and firm. Next to her luscious curves, Megan's slim body looked almost delicate, if no less enticing.

The pirate ran a skilled hand all the way down Megan's bare torso, down to the waistband of her pants, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in her wake. "Off," she commanded, drawing another gasp from Carver. Nathaniel's fingers were clenched hard around the armrests of the chair but, for some reason, he held back. He wasn't quite sure why. Maybe because it was far too arousing to watch them, so much so that he feared he wouldn't be able to control himself once he got directly involved.

Isabela pulled Megan's pants down in one swift move and stood back for a moment, wiggling out of her own tunic and stepping out of her boots and underpants. She was even more stunning fully naked, with nothing but her golden gorget and a pair of earrings adorning her smooth brown skin. Nathaniel's pants had grown so tight it hurt, and he fumbled with his laces, eager for some relief.

Carver moved behind Megan, up to the bed's headboard, cradling her in his arms and spreading her wide open for Isabela, and whispering something in her ear that made her bite her lip. He had undressed completely, too, and Nathaniel felt dizzy with all this naked skin on display for him; three beautiful bare bodies arranged on the bed like an intricate tableau of lust and debauchery. Isabela was kneeling between Megan's thighs, bending down to taste her. A groan escaped his lips at the sight, and Isabela glanced back over her shoulder to wink at him, then wiggled her round ass enticingly at him.

Nathaniel knew an invitation when he saw it, and he also knew the time for waiting and watching was well and truly over. Slowly, he got to his feet and threw off his clothes, moving in behind the pirate, and running a hand all the way down her spine and between her legs. She was wet and hot, but he took his time caressing her, thoroughly relishing the way she pushed herself into his touch. Carver was watching them, breathing hard, his eyes almost feverishly hot and his arms tight around Megan's trembling body. And Megan…

Even as he pushed two fingers deep inside Isabela, Nathaniel couldn't take his eyes off the woman he loved. She was writhing under the pirate's expert caresses, making small noises that made it abundantly clear how close she was. Some small part of him wanted to push Isabela out of the way, heck, to shove even Carver off the bed, to take Megan for himself, possess her, make her all his. And, at the same time, he was incredibly turned on by seeing her like this, her fingers tugging the long black strands of Isabela's hair as her voice rose to a high-pitched whine.

And, he wanted Isabela too, with an urgency that became harder to control with each minute until he gave up all restraint and aligned himself, burying his cock inside her with a single, hard stroke. Isabela cried out at this, pausing for a moment in what she was doing to Megan to roll her hips once against him. He couldn't help echoing her cry.

"Maker!" Carver's voice sounded strangled. He was still holding Megan, his cock trapped against her naked body. He must be close to going mad over there, with the way she's wriggling.

"Soon." Nathaniel caught his gaze, a silent promise travelling between them. "Just-"

Megan screamed, bucking up hard as her climax hit her, and Nathaniel lost control, thrusting deep into Isabela's willing body. The pirate kept up with his every move, begging hoarsely for deeper, harder, more, until they both collapsed on the bed, spent and trembling and utterly exhausted.

Yet, Nathaniel had a promise to keep. While Isabela embraced Megan, muttering endearments and breathing feather light kisses on her cheeks, he turned to Carver.

"Nate." The younger man was shaking with pent-up need. "Please…"

He nodded once, and wrapped his lips around Carver's aching flesh without further hesitation. It didn't take much effort, and even less subtlety. Within moments, Carver's hands tightened on his shoulders as he came hard, every muscle in his body tense as a rope.

"Mmmhmm, lovely." Isabela yawned, sleepy and contented. "You know, Meg, I can definitely see the appeal in this… arrangement of yours."

Megan curled up on the bed with a lazy, satisfied smile. "Yeah. I thought you would."

"And you're quite sure you don't want to sail off into the sunset with me?" The pirate sounded positively wistful.

"Tempting, but no." Megan grinned. "Or do you honestly think we would ever get around to pirating?"