What is happening to this Captain - #2 - Shalaya and Riola
Author's Note: Hey guys! I haven't written anything in a super long time, lots and lots has happened in the past little while, so I'm hoping to write more! Unfortunately and fortunately, this one is another lemon/erotica! JackxOc again, our lovely Shalaya Blackthorn. I was debating uploading this as a separate entity but figured the first scene had a lot of followers so I thought to keep it going :) Thank you all SO SO SO much for the positivity on my last one! And I say unfortunately because I don't believe I know enough about PotC to write a full fanfiction. Maybe in the future when I watch the movies again but not in the near future however I MIGHT have a few more lemons planned in the future for these two, so we'll see. Thanks again for everyone that stuck by, hope you enjoy this new lemon! Quick shoutout to;
princessanastasia6467 : Thank you!
PLLML : Oh man, thank you so much! Your review made me feel wonderful! I was always nervous about writing erotica because I felt they always turned out too mushy, or just badly written. And I love that you caught onto it. Thanks again for the review and hopefully if you do read this, you enjoy this one!
Princess-xeno : Thank you! I'm sooo glad you enjoyed it! I had hoped I portrayed that side of Jack well!
treena1996 : Thanks for reviewing! And here's some more loving for you! And this is my OC, but just for you, I'll put a little back story in there :D
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*WHOO. This took an entirely different turn. Not Jack x OC, that's next time, this is more OCxOC. But give it a shot.*
It had been a month and a half since Jack and Shalaya's little...romp in the bedroom and clearly it wasn't enough.
Several days had gone by and Shalaya had found herself becoming more and more irritable. She blamed it on the overbearing sun, on the lack of breeze, on the impossibly handsome Captain within reach, on the attitude of her hot, sweaty crew, on those warm, chocolate eyes boring into her, on the lack of events, or direction –
Or MAYBE. On the fact that Shalaya was just about ready to fuck anything in sight. Namely, the man standing on the other side of the ship, casting longing gazes at her when she wasn't looking. So for her it was frustrating since he never seemed to meet her eye when she was looking.
She let out an aggravated sigh and pulled her hat off. She leaned on the railing watching the calm sea, running her hands through her hair, trying to relax.
It was... an odd feeling. The heat coiled and unfurled in the pit of her stomach, like a living, breathing monster. Her legs ached with the mere effort of standing. Her fingers trembled and twitched, wanting to be grasping onto him, instead of this stupid railing. Her tongue, heated and wet, lightly traced the outline of her lips, recalling the sounds that tumbled out of her, his name she wanted so badly to cry out, but was too shy. She gave a shaky sigh, realizing she was falling to deep into revelry and instead of calming herself down, she was much more worked up.
"Captain! Tortuga spotted!" Cried down William from his roost in the Crow's nest.
Shalaya snapped her gaze forward and squinted. She could see it, the ghostly silhouette of land. She was beyond aggravated. Because of their distinct lack of direction, they'd have to go ask around and come up with some sort of direction to find her father.
Oh well, she thought as she settled in waiting to dock, maybe I can find something else to entertain myself.
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Who would have thought, the daughter of the famed Tyrrel and Elenora Blackthorn, would become Captain of the Dragon's Den? Freed a group of slaves of her own ingenuity, and formed a crew? Been through hell and high water? Abstained from men in pursuit of the sea? And was now reduced to a hot mess by Captain Jack Sparrow himself? Pitiful, Shalaya thought, downing a bottle of rum with one hand, and successfully winning the 23rd arm wrestling match in a row with the other.
The man groaned in defeat as he tossed a small sack of money on the table and sauntered away. She watched his muscled ripple beneath his skin and felt her problem growl in the pit of her stomach. He wasn't the one she wanted, but at this point she'd take a wooden post. Damn, she wasn't drunk enough to forget this yet. She got up, and swayed over to Riola, a friend of hers from awhile back. She was flirting with a very muscular man, his gold tooth glinting as he leered at her. Riola giggled and brushed her hand up his arm, tracing the outline of his bicep. He pulled her closer and growled something in her ear as she bit her red painted lip and grinned. Watching the scene unfold made Shalaya more irritable and turned on. She strode up to them and planted a dagger in between the thin slices of their bodies into the wood of the bar. Riola squealed and backed off, and the man grunted and swung blindly at Shalaya. But, even in her alcohol-fueled state, she easily sidestepped him and brought her knee up, hard, into his solar plexus. The man doubled over groaning as she cracked the rum bottle over his head, effectively knocking him out. Riola grasping the situation turned her icy blue eyes onto Shalaya, now full of fire.
"SHALAYA. How DARE you! I was going to make a pretty penny off him." She shrieked. Shalaya appraised her. Riola had beautiful light skin, with as much showing as possible. Her dress dipped down to show off her impressive cleavage. Though angry, her stormy eyes were framed by dark lashes and black hair escaping the confines of her bun. Her blood-red lips were deliciously plump, yelling obscenities at her. Shalaya smirked, as she pulled her dagger from the wood. She had upset a bottle of rum and it spilled onto her blade. Raising it to her lips, she delicately licked it off, maintaining her predatory eye contact with Riola. She watched as Riola's eyes widened as the curses died on her lips. She watched as Riola swallowed. Shalaya slinked up to her and caught her between the bar. She pushed a knee between her legs and gazed down lustfully at the shorter woman.
"You're a right arse when you're grumpy and drunk. And horny." she gasped, as Shalaya had caught her hand and dipped her fingers into the puddle of rum and used her warm tongue to lick it off.
"I'll pay you double what he was going to pay." She growled, her eyes hooded and lustful.
"Triple. But, make me cum, unlike him, and I'll let you only pay double." She scoffed. Shalaya smirked and nodded as Riola led her upstairs.
Unknown to her, a pair of darkened eyes followed her every move, and an unhappy scowl graced his features.
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Shalaya wanted to be gentle. She really did. But the iron grip of desire and the promise of release from the monster roaring in the pit of her stomach made that fly through the window.
She roughly shoved Riola against the door as soon as it closed and captured her mouth with hers. Riola tasted of candy and rum, sweet and sharp at the same time. She ached to feel how soft she was, and to have her hands roam over the map of her body.
Shalaya loved always being the taller one. She loved always having the upper hand on Riola. This wasn't their first time, heavens no. Even though over the years of growing up and exploring what the other had to offer, sex was never routine to them. She felt Riola moan with wild abandon in her mouth. She pulled back and grinned, knowing she was the only one Riola could let go with.
"Don't go looking so smug...Captain. I don't cum easily." Riola snarled, leaning in and closing her teeth on the sensitive skin of her neck. As she sucked a mark, Shalaya groaned and ground her hips into hers, flushed from being called Captain. Gods, it felt good.
Riola laced her fingers with Shalaya's and felt her hands be pinned to the wall. Shalaya continued her assault on her, attacking every visible part of her with bites, licks and peppered kisses. She felt the friction of their sexes being rubbed together and gasped when she felt her dress fall to the floor. Shalaya knew her way around a woman's body, that was for sure, but why such a fervor tonight? Why so quick? She groaned as Shalaya cupped her round ass and squeezed – albeit harder than what she was used to by her, but welcomed all the same – and pieced together the information she had.
She pushed Shalaya roughly away from her, and she stumbled back a few steps and toppled onto the bed, he legs spread to brace the fall. She gathered herself onto he elbows, just as Riola pounced and straddled one of her legs. She brushed her knee on her inner thigh and Shalaya groaned. She looked up at her and Riola undid her corset and let it fall. Shalaya reveled in the sight of her and raised her hands to grab onto her perfectly rounded breast. Riola slapped it away, earning a glare from the woman beneath her.
"What's wrong Shay? Not enjoying yourself anymore?" She teased, grinning slyly.
Shalaya furrowed her brow. "Dammit Riola, let me touch you!"
"Hmmm? I don't think so. Someone's a little –too- into their power play tonight luv." Riola purred, rubbing her warm quim on Shalaya's leg. She arched her back and moaned loudly as she pinched and rolled her delicate, pink nipples between her slender fingers. Shalaya whined, as she felt both heat and wetness pool between her legs. Still propped up on her elbows she let her head fall back, as impatient noises escaped her lips.
Riola undid her shirt and chest band hurriedly and latched her mouth onto one of her beautifully dark nipples. Blindly undoing her pants she slipped her hand down and gasped in surprise – Shalaya had never been this wet before foreplay before – and trying to hold back her own arousal, used her middle finger to gently circle her clit. Shalaya squeaked and squirmed uncomfortably for a few seconds as she adjusted to the feeling, and gradually her hitched moans fell unabashedly from her lips. Riola was alternating between sucking and licking, leaving little marks on the sides where she could. Shalaya was so slippery that she threw caution to the wind and slipped two fingers inside.
Shalaya fell back onto the bed a strangled moan crossed with a relived sigh wormed its way out. Her hips bucked in enjoyment as she tried to get those fingers deeper inside of her. She babbled incoherently, begging for more. "Ahh – th-there, right there. Don't stop, Jack, please don't, don't, I want you, more, please –"
Riola ceased everything she was doing and removed her mouth with a slight pop. She stared down at Shalaya, beautiful and flushed, a frown of impatience marring her features. Her eyes glazed over with yearning, silently begged for release. Riola battled her own arousal and yearning to continue, feeling she'd get answers more easily out of her this way. "Who?" She asked.
"Who what. Riola. You stopped." Shalaya murmured, aggravated. She needed release so badly it hurt.
"Answer and I'll continue. Who?" Riola battled back.
"Who. What." Shalaya countered.
"Jack. The name you called out."
Shalaya's blood ran cold. She called his name out? She didn't realize, she didn't know what she was saying even during that.
"You don't mean... A man. A man? Named Jack? Not possibly, Jack Sparrow, THE Captain Jack Sparrow. The one travelling with you, the one downstairs in the bar right NOW." Riola's voice creshendoing louder until she was scolding her. Shalaya met her gaze and mutely, shyly nodded. "Bloody HELL Shay! You snagged HIM and you're wasting time up here with me? The bollocks is wrong with you?" Riola cried out, her English slipping back in as she slapped her forehead. Shalaya's hand shot out and grabbed her hand, a fierce intensity burning in her eyes. "Don't EVER, think that," she growled, "I love you like I always have, that doesn't change. That will NEVER change."
Riola swallowed thickly. "You absolute bellend. I love you too." She grinned, her eyes misty. "But why the hell aren't you shagging him? He clearly wants you Shay, He's been staring all night, and he watched us leave together." Shalaya perked up slightly at that, and then her shoulders sagged again. "I-I'm just not sure Ri. It's the first man in my life ever and, we didn't go that far the last time. He-He made me cum and we...fell asleep together." She mumbled, embarrassed to meet her friends eye.
Riola frowned and rolled off Shalaya to sit beside her. "I figured it was a man, but damn. Tell me what happened." She demanded, though not unkindly. Shalaya swallowed and spilled the condensed version. "Well, I went to sleep in my room, and woke up with him there. He seduced me a little then treated me so gently and so...sweetly. He, um... undressed me and used his fingers, three of them, and his mouth o-on my quim and we fell asleep together." She finished, blushing hotly.
"So...he didn't shag you?" Riola asked incredulous. Shalaya shook her head, wine coloured hair spilling over her shoulders. Riola raised her eyebrows but bit her tongue. Maybe she'd mention her thoughts to Shalaya when she was a little more clear-headed. "Consider it Shay. Men usually don't make a woman cum with nothing in return." She murmured into her hair as she leaned in. No wonder Shalaya had been trying to get the upper hand. The poor girl hadn't had real sex with a man yet.
"How long since the romp?" Riola asked lazily, twirling her dark hair around her finger. "Uhhm... a little over a month now." She mumbled.
Riola yelped, almost pulling her hair out. "Bloody HELL. We need to make you cum. Now. Over a month, God help you." Riola scrambled to pull Shalaya's clothes off and they landed with a thump on the floor. Shalaya was shocked, but dissolved into laughter that Riola soon joined in. Gods. They were indeed the best of friends.
Riola squirmed beneath Shalaya. "Still wanting the upper hand?" she smirked. Shalaya grinned and kissed her deeply. Oh yes she did.
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Riola moved her lips against hers, feeling how soft Shalaya was as she ground against her. Shalaya cupped her face in her hands, and let her tongue swirl around hers, the taste of rum tangling on their breath.
Their hair fell and mingled together, dark red against black.
Caramel skin against moonlight-kissed.
Lustful jeweled emerald eyes meeting playful oceanic ones.
Shalaya dragged the tips of her fingers over hardened pink nipples and elicited a primal groan. She followed that with a warm mouth and a wet tongue. Riola bucked her hips, her needy sounds tumbling out of her while Shalaya peppered her biting and sucking around her body. She kissed between Riola's full breast, lower and lower until she could graze her teeth along her hipbone. Riola mewled and raised her hips, begging for Shalaya to stop teasing. Shalaya grinned as she kissed her trembling inner thigh, and ran her tongue along the length of it. At last when she felt Riola had begged enough, she pressed her face into her dripping quim, obtaining a strained sound of desire from the young woman she had in the palm of her hand. She inhaled her scent, loving every minute of it. She placed gentle kisses around the outside and finally, finally, licked her from her opening to her clit. Riola almost screamed. Again, Shalaya pressed her face into it, alternating her tongue between lovingly circling her clit, to rimming her opening. She pushed her tongue inside her slightly to feel her writhe. She knew Riola loved it when you used only the mouth so she kept up her long, slow teasing stroked until she heard Riola sobbing above her about wanting to cum. She sped up her tongue and rocked her over the edge of her orgasm, interlocking her fingers with hers so Riola would have something to hold as she fell over the edge. Riola gradually came back down and Shalaya slowed her pace, only coming to stop when Riola was finished.
She came back up and kissed her softly, letting Riola taste herself. She wrapped her arms lazily around Shalaya's neck and kissed her deeply. When she pulled away, Shalaya smirked. "You came. Now I only pay you double." But Riola scoffed and pulled her down for another kiss. "If I make you cum, you don't have to pay anything. Let's see if I'm better than Sparrow, Captain."
Shalaya's bark of laughter turned into an ear-shattered cry as Riola plunged a finger in her. She pumped it slowly at the beginning, letting her walls tighten and loosen, marvelling at how wet she was. She placed a butterfly kiss on her hipbone, and watched with lust, amusement and love at the slightly older woman. Her body glistened with sweat as the pleasure rolled over her. Her eyes squeezed shut, enjoying every feeling. The words, the pleas that toppled off her lips, wanting more. Riola watch the sudden arch of her back when she slipped a second finger in. Shalaya's hands came up beside her and grips the sheets as her lips parted further, her desperate sounds louder and more needy. Curling her fingers, she drums softly on that spot, and Riola smirked lovingly as her name escaped Shalaya's beautiful lips instead of Jack's. Riola teased a third finger when Shalaya's eyes snapped open, and she pulled her down into a ferocious kiss. Riola, caught off guard, ceased pumping her fingers and fell into the kiss. "Don't compete with him, Siren. Give me something only you can. I want to feel only you tonight. I want you to make me come." Shalaya growled desperately, using Riola's pet name. Their gazes locked, Shalaya's determined one over Riola's shocked one. A grin crawled across Riola's face. "Your wish is my command, my great Captain." She murmured lowly, as she descended, dipping her face between her legs. She tasted Shalaya, letting her tongue stroke the lips first, before pushing, her whole face in, lapping up what Shalaya had to offer. Her hips rose, giving Riola far better access, and Riola could feel she was close. Something only she could do hm? She grinned and raised herself into a position where their warm quims were close. She closed her eyes and pushed them together, eliciting honeyed moans from the both of them. As she ground their sexes together, Shalaya was getting more and more higher pitched. Riola picked up speed, leaning down to nip and her breast, pushing their heated quims together, their wet clits grazing each other, their juices mingling, and Shalaya careened off the edge, screaming Riola's name.
Riola slowed the pace, and stopped when Shalaya almost fell backwards. She straddled her lap as they held each other close, breathing heavily into the crook of each other's neck. Even though they were spent, their grip on each other was still firm. Riola gently shimmied off and lowered Shalaya into bed. She wrapped her arms around her slender frame and watched as Shalaya's eyes fluttered shut and her breathing even out soon after. She propped herself up on her elbow and gazed down appraisingly at her. Shalaya was beautiful. Her wine colored hair, much nicer than her dull dark one, spread behind her. Her frame was slender, womanly but muscular from manning her own ship. Riola's gently fingers flitted over each mark on her body, scars that told stories, thin muscled beneath taut skin, this warm sun-kissed skin tone from being out at sea. She appraised her, bringing tears to her eyes. Shalaya was gorgeous, she was a Captain, and now had a ruggedly handsome man pursuing her? And her? Well, Riola had become a prostitute, wore low dresses and made enough money to get by. How could she ever compete with her best friend? Why was she even laying in bed with her, what was her worth – "
"Hey. Sorry I dozed off for a second there. You look beautiful." Shalaya murmured cracking her eyes open. Her body felt weak, so she stayed lying, but she rolled on her back to see more of her. And when she raised her gaze to meet her friends, not surprised at the tear rolling down her cheek. She raised a finger and caught it, and licked it off. "Siren tears are delicious."
"Why Shay. Why do you stay with me?" Riola murmured, embarrassed at the sudden question.
"Because I love you." Shalaya said simply, still looking at her. Her blue, oh so blue eyes snapped up to meet hers. "I love you Riola, I always have. I feel safe with you. When I'm with you, I'm home. And you're stunning to boot. You are, as if the sea itself decided to embody itself within one woman. Everything about the sea, from the calmest waters to the harshest of tempest. You're so mysterious, and I love everything from your nightshaded hair, to your moonlit skin, to your strength both inside and out. You make me whole; you keep me grounded when my life isn't. I look into your eyes and, well. I'm home. Captain or not." She murmured back, trailing the back of her hand over her hair, her skin, her heart, and pulling her hand up to flit a kiss across the knuckles. She looked up at her with shining eyes and whispers against her soft palm, "I want you to come with me."
Riola gulped, and blinked back tears, but smiled. "I can't, you dog. We both know that. Your home is here, innit? I love you too Shalaya. Always have, always do, always will. So come back often, and you'll be right at home." She kissed Shalaya gently and snuggled in with her, and they slept the night away.
The next morning, the rays of sunshine woke Shalaya to Riola beside her. She pressed a kiss against her forehead, and began dressing. Grabbing her effects, she strapped them on and turned to the door. "I'll be down at the dock at midday, luv. See me off." She called over her shoulder, not missing the tear-stained face. Shalaya blinked back traitorous tears of her own and stomped down stairs, determined to go into the town a bit, her sack of change tucked safely away.
Riola rolled onto her back and whimpered as she covered her eyes. Why. Why was she so stubborn? She wanted to go with her. She didn't want to prostitute anymore. She wanted adventures and to be by Shay's side. Her mind turned to Jack, but she realized with a start, the growing feeling inside wasn't jealousy. It was...happiness? And sadness mixed with a little pride. He'd make a fine man for her. But it didn't stop her from wanting to go. She wanted more than what this life could offer.
With a jolt she swung up and hurriedly got dressed. Vanity refused to let her leave without being made up first, but as she gazed on the little rucksack by the door, she was let down with a horrible feeling. How. How could she go anywhere? In a dress with a tiny bag, and not much money. She sat on the bed defeated. Shalaya didn't mean that. She wouldn't take her. She gazed in the mirror and looked into her own eyes. Was she scared? Of the ocean? The fear of the unknown? Or that Shalaya would become bored of her?
When it was soon midday, Riola trudged downstairs and began making her way to the docks. She marvelled from afar, at the crew, setting the ship up to be ready for sailing. Her eyes caught sight of Shalaya standing at the bottom. God's above. She looked like the chaotic beautiful of a tempest. Shalaya turned and caught Riola's gaze. Striding up to her, she watched as Riola opened her mouth to speak, but didn't let her.
She captured her lips in a sweet kiss. And pressed something into her hands. When she pulled away, she smiled. "1 Year." Shalaya murmured looking deep into her eyes and turned on her heel, and began walking to the ship. Climbing aboard, she called out to her crew and the ship began leaving the port.
Bewildered, Riola looked down at her hand. A heavy sack of money. And a dagger. A beautiful, simple dagger with a hilt of the brightest blue that shone in the sun. Unsheathing it, she found a word etched onto the base by the hilt. Home. Home.
"When I'm with you, I'm home."
That was inscripted around the base of the dagger. It caught her tears as they fell. Glancing into the money bag, she was astonished. Doubloons by the dozen. That was enough to pay her way for...one ...year.
Without hesitation, she ran as fast as her feet could carry her to the now empty dock. She grasped onto the post, and shouted with all her might;
"SHALAYA! I'LL BE READY! 1 YEAR, DON'T YOU DARE FORGET!"
Shalaya, though her back was turned, smiled a watery smile. She turned it into a smirk, and turned her head, letting the sun cast a shadow on her. She raised two fringes to her lips, kissed them and flicked her wrist backwards.
Riola let the tears fall unchecked. She grinned and laughed stupidly as she wiped them away. "You absolute bellend. I'll be more of a pirate than you in one year." She whispered out to the sea, watching as the sails got farther and farther. And she would be. She'd train; train hard until she could become a safe zone that would protect Shalaya. She would be her rock. Her home.
Smiling, she turned on her heel, awaiting when a year would be up.
Author's Note: DAMN. Well. I set out yesterday to write a Jack x OC. Partway through I thought it would be a brief kiss between the two friends. Then it turned into a whole Chapter? Well. I promise the next one is a JackxOc but I really liked the way this turned out, so please please review!