Hey, guys! New story! Hope you like! Please R&R if you wish me to continue this story! I got this idea because I happened to be in the mood to write about a pirate love story. This one also has lemons so underage folk, beware! tata! Dark
Prologue
The year is 1787 and it is autumn is just around the corner. I know this because it has been growing ever colder and the leaves are turning a magnificent color. Autumn has always been my favorite season. Full of vibrant shades of reds, yellows and oranges, I would always go out on the grass and paint this wonderful sight each year. It was also the time my family grew closer. We don't spend much time since my dad had hit a gold vein in the political mine and since I started getting older. Souta, my little brother, has always been there to bring out the child-like humor in me when it was apparently absent. He has also always been there for me. This especially rang true after that one disastrous day. It was the day that my father surrendered his life.
He had given it up to protect us from what mother called 'pirates'. It was not an uncommon expression; I just didn't conceive that the vandals that killed my dearest father were indeed pirates. In fact I have always had a yearning for the swash-buckling existence. It was an adventure, if the opportunity presented itself; I would gratefully and eagerly take. Though I am strictly forbidden to speak of him, my uncle was a scallywag himself. I always admired him and listened intently when he spoke of the dangers in the sea. He told of mutinies, sea monsters, pillaging other ships and towns, and many other various adventurous deeds. My mother scowled every time he told his tales and always promptly ushered me out of the room when she found us. She spoke of such stories as not being lady-like and shouldn't be told to one with such a background as mine. Hence I become secretive with my obsession of the world on the rocky sea.
Speaking of lady-like, I am regretfully apologetic that I have yet to introduce myself. I am Kagome Hiragashi, had emerged into this world 18 years ago and I secretly desire, above all else to become a pirate.
I sighed curtly as I stared impatiently out the window. My childhood friend, Ricardo was late.
Since I lost my young innocence, I found this luxurious lifestyle incredibly pointless and monotonous. There was absolutely nothing to do except gather with the other prosperous girls in the neighborhood for the latest gossip, which I loathed, and meandering through the polished and proper tea times, which I loathed more. There wasn't much in the way of physical gaming and competition. This was mostly due to the conception that the wealthy should sit on their high and mighty (and often obese) posteriors, watching others become slick with perspiration for them.
I paced relentlessly about my late Father's grand study. My afternoon, hoop dress swayed in time with each of my awkward and jarred strides.
Ricardo, the only who knew of my secret to escape the upscale world, was coming to smuggle in instructions of serious swordplay. He was exuberant to give me the training in exchange that I played matchmaker for him.
For a while, he has been obsessively infatuated with Isabella, the daughter of the duke and duchess of Spain, who happened to have moved into the house next door to the Hiragashis. He then gave me an extra bonus. He had promised me that he would enter me into small tournaments around the kingdom as an adolescent male named Kagiro if I performed well. He even said he would make an extra effort if Isabella accepted him in his attempts to court her.
I huffed in defeat and dropped into the stuff, violet and red chair extremely ungracefully. I knew if my mother ever saw me in such a manner, she would probably die with utter frustration in trying to cultivate me into a decent and befitting young woman. To further insult my strict, prim and prudish upbringing and environment, I slouched in the irritatingly straight piece of furniture that my mother insisted I have. I started to fidget with my gold necklace.
I hated the color, but wore it simply for the fact that it had been my father's. A delicate chain draped itself alluringly around my slender neck and a pendent with my family crest that connected to the small links graced upon my chest, which had been thrust up as a result of my rib-cracking corset. I had been coerced into wearing the damned, wretched contraption since I was little. I had screamed and ran away in protest then. Now I know it's going on one way another, reluctantly or not. I scrunched my nose in utmost distaste and displeasure every time.
I let my soft, slender fingers fiddle with the tendrils of hair that framed my small face. My hair was supposed to be in a constricting bun, but I often slopped it on in an effort to not only to appease my mother, but to also not squander so much time and detail in my hair. I had other things to do besides sitting around sculpting my hair. Mother often seemed fulfilled with my hairstyle, therefore I never heard a word of disapproval.
The sound of heavy footfalls that could only come from a horse's hooves reached my ears. I rushed to the window, almost falling over my gargantuan gown and looked out into the beautiful autumn afternoon.
The horse-drawn carriage pulled to a stop outside the front door to the mansion. A slender, dark-haired man of twenty crawled out of the interior and spoke to the driver. They exchanged words briefly and the young man handed him money for the ride. The driver thanked him kindly and snapped the reins firmly but with care to encourage the horse to walk. The horse complied and pulled the carriage effortlessly and comfortably as they rounded the turning road back to where they had come from.
The young man in the carriage turned around and looked up. As he had expected, I looked down gleefully back and gave him a finger to indicate to wait. He nodded calmly and stood with his hands crossed in front of him.
I ran downstairs, ignoring the scolding cries of my maid who warned of my mother, and dashed as quickly as one could in a huge hoop dress to the door. I unbarred the door and opened it a little before launching myself into a bear-crushing hug. The young man laughed merrily and picked me up, twirling me bodily in a circle before setting me gently back down. I squealed childishly in excitement.
"Are we going to do it? Are we going now, Ric?" I asked in a hush whisper, careful not to break the enchantment of our mischief. I already knew the answer, but felt compelled to ask regardless. Ricardo smiled down at me and nodded, participating in the excitement.
We had arranged for my mother to know I was to take a stroll with Ricardo around the property and our neighborhood and wouldn't be back until after dusk. What we were really going to do was walk to his house down the street, swap my dress for a few of his garments and race to the abandoned barn away from our plantations. No one, but us knew about our secret place, because it was within a garden labyrinth. However, we had cracked its puzzle long ago and loved to trek down there to get away from our lives here.
I walked gracefully throughout the house, searching urgently for my mother. By the gods, I was too excited. I would be liable to faint if not careful, for the restricting contraption around my torso, restricts my air supply. I quickly found her in the dining room and informed her I was going for a nice long stroll with Ricardo and would be back until the desired time. She complied and let me go. I increased my gait as soon as my mother was out of sight and dashed to the door, my heels clicking on the floor lightly.
I called for Ricardo and we set off at a good pace down to his place. We arrived and I mentioned a quick hello to the Mister and Mrs. and gave a quick curtsy to satisfy the ridiculous needs of proper socialization. Their son gave a quick bow and we rushed upstairs to his domain and closed the door. He glanced at me and smiled. Mischief was almost complete. He took three long strides to his wardrobe and opened it and found some of his working clothes. He tossed them at me and I rushing into his bathing room to change. I finished and placed the three-cornered colonial hat on top of my head, making sure all my hair was safely tucked underneath the concealing object. He grinned at me.
"Ha! You really could pass for a boy, Kagira, "He emphasized. I laughed and went to his full length, rotating mirror and took a look at my new appearance.
I had taken off the corset so my bosoms didn't thrust out as much; I had also put on his trousers, which fit me pretty well. They should have considering we were about the same height and size. I placed a vest over the tunic to complete the piece. The last thing was the working shoes and the hat. I beamed at this new demeanor and turned around. I asked him silently with my eyes what he thought.
Ricardo pulled me forward and walked around me a few times. He paused in front of me, a wide grin splaying across his face and he reached a smooth, slender hand to twist the colonial hat. This created a bubble that started in my belly and rushed to my throat as I giggled at the childish jest. I dashed around his back and proceeded to smack his firm buttocks.
He leaped up at the sudden contact on such an intimate region and reached back to attempt to retaliate. Not finding me behind him his green eyes poked every nook and cranny to see if I was present. His attempt failed and he began to walk to try to find me outside of his room. I had positioned myself carefully underneath his bed and stuck out a foot just as he unknowingly stood before me.
A satisfied thud indicated that my foot had done its part and retreated back beneath the bed. I suddenly felt a hand grab the back of Ricardo's tunic and rip me from underneath the bed and had me suspend in mid-air. My eyes searched around to figure out what had just occurred when I saw Ricardo. A smug grin plastered his face and he sighed in mocking scold. I giggled and shrugged in returning mock innocence. He smiled sweetly and set me down. He looked towards the door and motioned to it.
"We should best be off lest I should take you back home," Ricardo said. I laughed.
"And how, kind sir, are you to do that, when I demand one lesson from today?" I questioned rhetorically.
"With you gracefully thrown over my shoulder, dress and all, all the way, with you kicking and screaming," he said, teasing me. I retorted.
"Is that correct? Well, I do believe I witnessed a faint interest from Isabella at some poor bloke at the pub a couple days ago," I said pretending to be nonchalant. His face drained of color and he stared at me with this ghastly expression. I laughed heartily and reassured him.
"Don't you worry your little head. As long as you give me a lesson, I'll attempt to urge Isabella to become enticed in your efforts to woo her," I teased. He shoved my nose in between his index and his middle fingers and gave it a gentle shake. I laughed and batted his hand away. He reached for two swords and picked them up tentatively.
We secretly crept down the stairs and out the door in the rear and made a mad dash to the grove of trees behind his property. We stopped at two oaks to catch our breaths. Finally settling our frantically beating hearts we walked down to the little labyrinth.
We stopped at its entrance and squinted up. It was only noon and the sun was high in the sky, gracing us with gentle warm fingers. We proceeded to walk into the labyrinth and retraced the same steps taken as children. Sporadically, we would tease each other and determined who could oust who in the name game. I won of course, most of my studies being competitive argument and having the sharpest tongue in our ritzy neighborhood.
We finished at the old barn and paused, neither commenting nor questioning. We stood in reverent silence to not snap the spell. We took side-long glances and strode in. We situated ourselves in our preferred destinations.
"Are you sure you still wish to learn this?" he inquired in half-interest as he put on his gear.
"Of course, Ric, I actually dare to hope to duel a master one day," I grinned in confidence. He nodded in affirmation and readied his stance, directing me to do so as well. I complied and questioned if it was right and he declared it was. He began to teach me how to spar.
It was almost dusk when we sprinted back to his house, both faces bursting in perspiration and taunt with worried haste. We had to make it back to her house a little after dusk, otherwise, both knew I was in for a beating engagement with my mother. We slowed their rushed pace as we neared the mansion and he signaled that he would make sure it was all clear. He held the door ajar for a moment and then snuck in with complete silence.
I released a breath I didn't know I was withholding in my chest when he came back confirming that the coast was indeed clear. We snuck quietly up to his room and I quickly snagged my dress. I promptly walked to the bathing room and hastily switched the apparel. I emerged from the bathroom and quickly placed my hairpin in a messy bun. I nodded my head in his direction, announcing I was ready to go.
Ricardo stood up from his seated position on his bed and walked over to me.
"You did magnificent even as a first lesson. I have taught other blokes who were a far-cry from your level," He complimented.
"Why thank you, Ric! I quite enjoyed our little sparring," I grinned cheekily up at him. He gave me a quick hug and we made our way back to my home, my heart rejoicing the entire trek back. Even if her mother slapped her with those infernal devices intended for discipline, it wouldn't ruin her bubble of happiness.
I arrived back home, gave Ricardo another quick hug and added a friendly kiss on the cheek and confirmed our next meeting. I walked inside and my maid showed me to the dining room. I was quite famished and desired to eat. Mother greeted me warmly and swung her hand gently toward the seat next to her. I complied and sat next to her. We chatted merrily until our meal was over and we headed our separate ways to go to bed.
My maid, Maria, helpful as always, helped in my preparations for my slumber. My aching muscles settled into the steaming water of my bath and I relaxed, curling my toes in pleasure. One of the few things in luxury that I did gratefully enjoy was the warm bathing habits. My maid uttered to me that she was going to get ready for her slumber and asked if I need anything else. I looked around and determined I didn't and told her so. I slumped back into the tub and relaxed in the blissful silence.
A small noise stirred my attention and I lifted my head to look out the door. Seeing nothing I decided I should get out and crawled out of the tub. Drying my dripping body with a towel I made my way to my wardrobe to grab my nightgown. Walking in the nude in my room never bothered me so I made sure my door was barred and progressed to clothe myself. Satisfied with the silk nightwear, I crawled into bed and slid under the thick covers. I heard another noise and halted my movements, shrugged when nothing came up and pulled the covers to my chin. I closed my eyes and fell asleep fairly quickly.
Since I was asleep I didn't realize that the noises were produced by another individual. He crept out of my spare room and walked like a predator stalking its prey, watching my face intently. My body noticed the change in the presences in my room and urgently prodded me awake. I mumbled inaudibles and turned over. The presence crawled with great care over to my body that was splayed on the four-poster bed. I had fallen back asleep, disregarding my body's warnings.
The intruder glanced at the door and knew I had locked it tight. He turned his attention back to me and his hooded face leaned down to mine. A long tongue protruded from the hood and slid from my neck to my temple. The creature, clearly liking my taste, crept lightly under the covers with me. He glanced at the door again; satisfied because he knew he had taken all the keys to his interest's room.
He averted his attention back to me and pushed up the slick material over my head, leaving me bare to his whims. He smiled seductively and licked his mouth in a hungry manner and wrapped his strong slender appendages around me.
My body forced me to wake and I complied unwillingly. Realizing the state I was in I opened my mouth to scream when a slender hand came down upon it, causing my scream to be coerced back into my throat.
"Hello, my sweet, I just happened to be strolling around when I saw your pretty face. I couldn't resist it. You look too delectable to just pass up," the stranger rumbled behind me. My eyes widened and I struggled desperately to rid myself of the intruder. He laughed, mocking my feeble attempts to circumvent.
"Yah know, if you struggle more, the more tempting and delicious your body appears to me eyes," he groaned at me. He started to rain small nips up and down my neck, a vibration began forming at his chest and reverberated itself through my body. My body slowly and gradually stopped struggling, the vibrations curiously alluring. It was almost comforting. My being relaxed and yielded to him without my consent.
The vibration continued as his long hands came around my front, drew a finger up my middle from the start of my pubic area to arrest in between my breasts. For a bizarre reason, my body responded, quite pleased with the gentle touch.
I could tell he was much larger than I, his voice seemed to come from above my head and my feet seemed to touch what were his shins. His being seemed to wrap mine in a cocoon and relentless to let go, I almost felt protected by this intruder and probably soon to be rapist. There was something about him that just made this 'rape' just…right.
All reason flew out of the door went his hand appeared on my breast. I gasped and he chuckled at my surprise. He rolled the soft flesh around in his fingers, the pads pressing firmly but gently into my bosom. The pleasure this simple act invoked were addicting. I whimpered for more, he silently agreed when he rubbed my nipple into a bead and began making slow circles around it. I moaned and exposed my neck to this stranger, he responded by nipping my neck in time with the rotations. I gasped for air and reached behind me to grasp his sides and squeeze gently.
He chuckled, a wonderful sound that bounced in my ears, and the vibration continued and grew in strength. His other hand reached down my body and placed itself over the bundle of nerves at my core. He licked my face and groaned questioningly to continue. It was strange, my rapist was actually asking for permission. It felt so heavenly that I pushed my body down on top of his finger, not pushing it in, but urging him to go on.
He growled behind me with lustful pleasure and rubbed my core gently, I gasped and expressed in wordless noises that I was pleased. His confidence inflating he gently suck at the skin that was stretched taunt over my pulsing artery in my neck. I felt my world become light and felt heady as I groaned for more and did he ever give more.
He carefully and delicately scratched at my back, causing it to arch, thrusting my breasts and allowing a better view of me. He growled, the vibration getting stronger when he did.
"Beautiful," He uttered before taking my mouth. I felt his tongue nudge mine, pleading entry. I yielded and was swept away as his tongue showed me what it could do. I groaned at the visualization of what it could do elsewhere. He seemed to have read my mind when he flipped me over, facing him, but never seeing his masked face. He shed his clothes and he kissed me in between my breasts, stopping to suckle on it and rub the other, both gaining successful results of ecstasy. He continued his onslaught until his face was at her core, moaning in pleasure, he thrust his tongue deep within me.
I cried out at the burst of indulgence and he pulled his tongue out only to dive again. I cried out each time and wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me and drew me in for another one. In one final cry I felt my walls clench and expel its contents. The stranger lapped it up and smacked his lips, greatly satisfied with the taste.
"Not done yet, my love," he rumbled huskily in my ear. I felt my body quake with excitement and waited in anticipation. He poised his shockingly large member above my entrance and halted. He had left his hood on to remain anonymous.
"Just to warn you, this will hurt the first time, but I'll go slow," he uttered to me. It didn't occur to me how strange this rape really was all I felt was physical. Nothing else mattered. I lifted my head and gave a small kiss to his swollen lips. He licked mine tenderly and took my mouth completely when he suddenly thrusted into my core at full speed. I cried in his mouth at the pain that abruptly crashed into my pleasure filled world. He didn't move for a while, patiently waiting for me to tell him to go on.
I finally began moving my hips restlessly and he took that as an indication to proceed. He slowly started pumping into me. The effects were instantaneous. I felt wave after wave of ecstasy and began to match my hips to his set rhythm. He sped up and pushed harder into my core. I screamed in his mouth in absolute pleasure.
I felt my climax coming and he seemed to be reaching his and right as he peaked I did as well. I felt my walls clench deliciously around his now pulsing appendage. His seed spilt into my core, filling me up and giving me a wonderful glowing feeling. He collapsed beside me and wrapped his arms slowly, still inside me. We waited until our heart beats slowed.
"I am so sorry to have rid you of your maidenhood, but I felt the impulsive urge to have you. If you ever want to find me, look to the sea and say the name Inuyasha. I'll find you whether I'm across the world or inches from your face, savy, my love?" he rumbled behind me. I nodded my affirmation, feeling my eyes droop in wanting slumber. He chuckled and continued his vibration that slowly soothed me to sleep.