Pirate! England X Slave! Reader: Love's Enslavement Ch.3
Swearing, drunk pirates, nudity, fluff, sexual scenes, and of course plenty of pirate speak.
We had docked in an African port, somewhere in Egypt. Port Said, I think. (Yes, it is a real port, I looked it up on google maps.) We then walked around in the dust filled, muggy, Egyptian air. It was almost like trying to swim in a muddy swamp, only we weren't getting wet, unless you count our sweat. We walked to the nearest pub, after asking people several types, as I seem to be the only linguist, I was the one to ask. Arthur confronted another Arabian, asking in English, "Excuse me Sir, Where's the nearest pub?"
This had earned him an odd look, and the man seemed, to Arthur, sprout out gibberish. I sigh, shake my head and run a hand through my short, (F/C) hair. I push my captain gently to the side. I turn to the Arabian. "آسف، وقال انه لا يتكلم العربية لا. يمكنك توجيه لنا إلى أقرب حانة، من فضلك؟" (Sorry, he doesn't speak Arabic. Can you direct us to the nearest pub, please?)
The man smiles and ruffles my hair. He gives a barrel laugh and replies in a mix of English and Arabic, "Why didn't you say so? Come with me I'll show you! صبي صغير، كنت عبدا واحد يخدم سيده جيدا! مثل هذا الفتى جيد." (Young boy, you are one slave that serves his master well! Such a good lad.)
I smile. "شكرا لك." (Thank you.) The man smiles at me once more. He knew I was a slave because of my collar, in Egypt it was common for slaves to wear collars, chains, or brands to tell others who they belonged to, much like anywhere else. Arthur looks at me in amazement. "What?"
"How the bloody hell did you know what he was saying?" He asks, dazed by my sudden knowledge. I smile once again, causing a light barely visible blush to creep across his face.
"When you travel as much as I do, you tend to pick up a few things." I reply, giving him an answer, but not really giving what he wanted. We follow the man to the pub and again I thank him. I also slip five Euro coins, and some change into his hand and his face lights up. I had given him about 50 Egyptian Pounds. He smiles and thanks me again and rushes off. I follow Arthur and most of his crew into the tavern. They were about to order the local drink, a drink that was so alcoholic, it was an inquired taste. "STOP! Don't order that unless you want to be plastered by the time you finish half of it."
They all look at me and look, dubious as to whether or not that was true. Arthur clears his throat.
"If Blade says that's what's gonna happen, then that's what's gonna happen. He's obviously been here a few times." He says as the waitresses and waiters in the pub greet me like family and give me my drink on the house, which is what the others were going to order. "And apparently that's his favorite drink." He takes it from me, sniffs it, makes a face and takes a sip. I catch the mug as he falls off his bar stool. He can't hold his liquor worth anything.
"Told you." I say at the only partially conscience Arthur. The crew just looks at me, their mouths agape and waiting for flies to fly into their open maws. "If you keep standing there with your mouths open like that you're going to catch some flies." Right as I finish talking a fly flies into one of their mouths causing them to choke and gasp, spitting into a nearby vase. "Told you."
They let me order their drinks, and a big Scottish man, supposedly Arthur's brother, has what I have and he downs half of it. Then he slaps the table and laughs a deep laugh that shakes the table. "NOW THAT'S A RUM!" He empties his glass and has another. I drink mine and am on my third of the night. I know by the time I finish my forth I'll be tipsy, and a little more daring than usual. Oh, Iggy's gonna have some fun tonight! If he's sober enough by then, that is. I watch the men around me. They are laughing and causing the whole place to seem cheerful. I chuckle along with them. Arthur had begun to revive and was still as drunk as hell. I've never seen a crazier drunk.
"I'M THE BLOODY BRITSH NATION! I DO AS I PLEASE! BLADE! COME 'ERE MY LITTLE SLAVE POPPET! HAHAHAHA!" He slurred and leaned against the table. I tried so hard to keep a straight face. Allistor had already seemed to pass out from his drinking, surprisingly. "I SEE UNICORNS AND FAIRIES! CAN'T YOU SEE THEM TOO? BLADE!" I sigh and yell at the men.
"I'M TAKING THE CAPTAIN BACK TO THE SHIP! TRY NOT TO GET TOO BLOODY DRUNK!" with that being said, although I know they ignored me I put Arthurs arm around my shoulder and drag him to the boat. I half carried half dragged Arthur back to the ship. He's walking all crooked and defiantly drunk. Either that, or he's a really good actor. I take him to the ship, and tell the remaining crew mates to go to the pub. I carry Arthur to his room, and lean him in a chair. Then I go to his bed and prepare it for sleep, when I hear the click of the lock on the door being locked. I suddenly feel nervous. My hands shake as I continue to turn down the sheets. A pair of arms wrap around my middle, pulling my against their owners body. I gasp, and turn my head slightly.
"Now Love, that's no way to treat your Captain." Arthur says seductively into my ear. Biting and kissing it after he finishes. I squeak when he bites down on my earlobe, and continues nibbling on it. I let out a shaky breath.
"C-Captain, I-I was j-just getting your b-bed ready f-for y-you." I stutter out, I'm so drunk I haven't the nerve to fight him off. I hear another click, a pair of shackles bind me to the bed by my wrists. "C-Captain?"
"Shhh. It's alright Blade. You don't know how long I've been holding myself back, it was pure torture." He says huskily. His hands roam my hips and undo my belt and pants. He drops them down some, revealing my ass. He gives it a good squeeze and releases it. His hands no longer on me I try to get out of my predicament. I hear him fumble with his own pants before shoving his fingers in my face. "Suck."
I do as I'm told, I am his slave after all. The way I suck and lick his fingers makes him wish it was his cock in my mouth and not his fingers. He removes his fingers from my mouth, and promptly shoves two of them up my ass. I let out a gasp of surprise. "Ah~" He scissors his fingers in and out of my ass, stretching it. I groan in pain and pleasure. Who knew taking it up the ass would feel so good?
"Blade, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for three days, and even then, you won't be able to walk straight." He seduces into my ear. I gasp and moan again when he thrusts his hard cock into my ass. It hurts, yet feels so good. He pulls out mostly and then slams back into me. I can't seem to keep quiet.
"Ah~ A-Arthur~ Ah~" I can't seem to get a sentence out. I know he's smirking at my pitiful attempts of trying to speak. I feel a knot form in my lower regions, it hurts and feels so tight. I know I'm gonna go over the edge soon. He thrusts in and out, over and over. I finally go over the edge, he follows soon after, but has no plans on stopping. "AH!~"
"That was just the appetizer, Blade." He says removing my pants and his own, somehow my shirt was already off, along with his. It's funny, 'cause I don't remember it coming off. He's quiet and I begin to worry again. "Blade… where did this wound come from?" Ah, the wound on my back, I had fought some pirates off with the crew and was stabbed, it wasn't bad, but because of the way I wrapped it and keep working as though I was uninjured, had kept it from healing so it was still bleeding.
"Oh, remember that Pirate attack a few weeks ago?"
"Yeah."
"I got stabbed. I thought it would have healed by now, but I guess not."
"Oh, Blade. Why didn't you tell anyone?" Arthur says, his voice angry, yet sad.
"I didn't think it needed special attention." I say plainly. Arthur growls.
"From now on, whenever we battle any one, or even spar, I give you a thorough examination afterward." He growls, rummaging through his cupboards for something. I hear the swishing of liquid in a bottle, rum. I hear him uncork it and take a swig. Then he comes over to me again and kisses my wound, releasing a little of the alcohol in his mouth out a little at a time. My wound stings and throbs. I hiss, and growl. He leaves the alcohol on my skin and kisses down my back, covering my back and neck in butterfly kisses. I groan and try to move, but he pushes me back down. I've realized something, my wrap the hid the fact that I am a girl was no longer restricting my chest. He kisses my neck, finding my sweet spot. He licks and nips at it, biting my flesh. I moan and groan. He smirks against my neck. He flips me on to my back and stops, stunned. I turn my head to the side, not daring to look him in the eyes. Tears form at the corners of my eyes, I refuse to allow myself to cry. The Captain just chuckles lightly and kisses my collar bone. I also noticed that sometime my collar was removed. My minds so fuzzy from the drink and lust that I don't even remember when I heard him unlock it. I feel confused and lust driven, my body throbs and wants to touch him, and my mind has yet to catch up to my instincts. "Blade, if that's even your real name, why didn't you ever tell me, that you are a woman?"
"I didn't because Women are considered bad luck, I didn't want to leave your ship. Not only are you my master." I tell him burying my head in the nook of my arm. He smiles, knowing what I mean. If I didn't want him as a master, I would have already been long gone. He releases m hands from the shackles. I sit up and wrap my arms around his neck. "Do you still love me? Now that you know?"
"Tell me your name and I'll love forever. My poppet." He says capturing my lips with his own, we kiss quickly, for he wants an answer. When he pulls away I take a breath and tell him.
"It's _." I tell him, "Everything you know about me is true, the only things I lied about were my name and gender." Before he has time to answer, I capture his lips with my own, licking his bottom lip for entrance. He chuckles and opens his mouth. I thrust my tongue in, surprising him at my willingness. We wrestle for dominance, I let him win, after exploring his cavern a little. His own tongue strokes my own and explores my cavern, leaving no place untouched. I moan into the kiss, causing him to moan too. He pulls away, the need to breathe has become annoying, and inconvenient. We pant for air. While he catches his breathe, I lower my head to his hard cock. Such a naughty Captain, he's already hard again, and he just finished fucking my ass.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arthur's P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have to pull away from _. Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl. I pant and don't even notice her lowering her head until my cock was in her mouth. I gasped and moaned seductively. Her head bobbed and thrust as she sucked my length, I twitched uncontrollably. I grab her hair forcing her down farther on my length. She growls, sending the vibration up my spine, it felt so good. I couldn't think straight, and it wasn't just because of the liquor. I was going to go over the edge.
"AH!~ _!~ I'm G-goin- NYA!~" I went over the edge, my seed spilling into her mouth. She pulls away, an animalistic look is in her eyes as she swallows my seed, a little of it leaking from the corner of her mouth. Sweat coats our bodies. I'm drawn to that look, it unlocks my own instincts. I pounce on her causing her to growl at me, but I know she likes it. I lick the flaps of skin that hide her entrance. She moans and throws her head back. I continue to torture her like that, not quite letting her go over. I play with her breasts, twisting and nipping at her tight buds. Her moans drive me crazy. I position myself above her entrance, and whisper into her ear. "It'll only hurt for a little while Love."
Her eyes bore into my head with the most serious look I've ever seen.
"Just fuck me already." She commands me. How bold, a slave commanding her master? I have to say though, I am under her spell. I obey her. Just this once. I thrust myself into her gently. She gives a short scream and hisses, then she growls. I move slowly at first, throwing both of us into a blissful state. We moan and groan together, our bodies move as one. I pound her savagely, and she thrusts her hips at me just as hard. We both are nearly spent. I feel close, but what about her?
"AH!~ A-Arthur~ Come on A-Already!~" She moans between breathes. "FUCK ME HARDER ARTHUR! ~" She screams.
"Who's fucking you?" I ask, in a mischievous tone. She growls and screams at the ceiling.
"ARTHUR BLOODY KIRKLAND!~" _ screams. I like the way she said it. I smirk.
"Louder Love, I don't think the crew heard you." She smiles getting at what I'm hinting at. She screams louder this time, adding more than I thought she'd say.
"I'M GETTING FUCKED BY ARTHUR BLOODY KIRKLAND, MY MASTER, MY KING, MY PIRATE CRUSADER OF THE SEAS, MY LOVE, THE BEST BLOODY MAN ON THE SEVEN SEAS, HELL, IN THE WORLD, HEAVENS, AND HELL!~" She screams loud enough for any passerby to hear. I'm stunned, the woman I forced back into slavery, that I tore away from her crew, loves me more than life its self. She whispers in my ear, "Now Captain, who are you fucking?"
"_!~ MY SLAVE, MY LOVE, BEST BLOODY WOMAN ON THE SEVEN SEAS, WORLD, HEAVEN, AND HELL!~" I yell for her, smirking with her. I thrust her some more, she gasps and moans, it's more intoxicating than liquor.
"AH!~ A-ARTHUR~ I-I'm comin- NYA~" She yells, going over the edge.
"M-ME TOO~ _-_~" I yell, releasing my seed into her once more. I collapse on top of her, our sweat mingles, our breathing heavy. _ nuzzles my neck.
"I love you Arthur." She says, her beautiful (F/C) eyes drooping. I smile and pull her close, cuddling her.
"I love you too, Love." I say she smile a smile of pure bliss, and falls asleep in my arms. God, I love her so much, such a woman would never be found again, even if you scoured the world a hundred times over. I fall asleep, thinking about the woman, that is my slave, and my lover.