So I decided I'm going to make this a multichapter thing now. Because there isn't enough fic of Charles Vane.
It had been a few days since her encounter with Charles Vane. Fiona felt good. Really good. The vigorous sex they'd had with each other left her feeling sated, but at the same time she wanted more.
Which is why she was on her way to Nassau. He said he'd see her there. Whether or not he meant it, and whether or not he'd even still be there if he had, was unclear to her, but she wasn't taking that chance. She needed him.
And they needed more rations. A win-win situation.
The night before she'd reached Nassau, she had been trying to sleep, but the memory of him on his knees, of his hands on her body, of his blue eyes burning into her, were too much, and she reached down to please herself, frantically kneading one hand on her clit and using the other to saw her fingers in and out of her entrance, imagining it was his hands bringing her pleasure.
Unfortunately, she was unable to finish the job, as hard as she tried to. She ended up falling asleep out of frustration and exhaustion.
When she woke, Brianne was shaking her and telling her they'd arrived in Nassau.
"Have you seen any sign of our dear friend Vane?" Fiona asked.
"Only a glimpse, but he's with some other men it seems," Brianne replied. "You gonna try and fuck him again?"
Fiona did not take her remark as an insult or as harsh judgement. She and Brianne had always been open with their sexualities, and talking about sex for them was as casual as a morning greeting. In this instance, it was a morning greeting.
"Aye. I'm not going to lie, he was a great lay, Brianne. I've been lusting after him since, and I tried to bring myself to a climax last night but I just couldn't do it."
"Sounds bad," Brianne said, sipping on some rum. "Well, you do what you've got to do."
"Ain't that the truth."
"Maybe I'll try and bag a man meself, God knows I need a good romp," Brianne added with a laugh before downing the rest of her rum and giving her sister some privacy.
Fiona got dressed in a simple thin white cotton blouse, gray trousers, a deep blue jacket, and some black leather boots. She considered brushing her wild mane of hair, but decided it wasn't worth the trouble. Besides, it made her look the part.
She walked out onto the deck of the Banshee, stretching and sighing, enjoying the warmth of the Caribbean sun on her cheeks. It was a fine day. Most of her crew had already disembarked in search of bed and drink, perhaps a woman as well. She stroked the railing of the Banshee lovingly before hopping off the ship onto the docks, planning on restocking her ship first, finding and seducing Vane second.
She had a long day ahead of her.
After purchasing enough food and drink to keep her crew well fed, repairing the ship in full, and selling some of her other goods for spare coin, Fiona set off to find Charles. At a pub, no doubt, drinking away the sunshine with other pirates.
She was correct, though he wasn't drinking surprisingly enough. He was smoking on a pipe while he and a devilishly handsome blonde man poured over a paper of some kind. When she walked up to them, he hadn't even noticed her presence until she spoke.
"Mr. Vane. A pleasure seeing you again," Fiona said, drawing out the word pleasure just enough to be noticeable. The man in question looked up at her, and upon seeing her face, the corners of his mouth turned upward in a smirk.
"Miss Fiona," he purred, "I must say it's a bit unfair that you know my surname and I don't know yours." Fiona scoffed.
"And you never will. Maybe you should take better care to know the names of your fellow pirates, then," she said, sitting in a chair. "What was it you said? 'I ain't heard of you once in my life, bitch.' Yes, that was it."
"Come on now, Fiona, take pity," he said in a low voice. The hand that was underneath the table had begun to stroke her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to home. She pinched the skin on the back of his hand and he let go. As much as she wanted his hands to touch her, to pleasure her, she wanted him to beg. The blonde man he was sitting with finally spoke up.
"I don't suppose you'd like to introduce me to this beauty, Vane?" he purred, eyeing Fiona up and down. She admitted, he was extremely attractive, maybe even more so than Charles. Any other time, she would have been eager to jump on the opportunity to bed him, but he was missing a certain...something. Something that Charles had.
Vane opened his mouth to do as he asked, but Fiona wasn't having it.
"I can introduce myself, thank you," she said, not intending to sound rude or angry. "The name's Fiona, sir, but I'm afraid that's all you'll be getting out of me."
"Edward Kenway," he said, nodding. "A pleasure."
"I'm sure," Fiona quipped cockily. Vane smiled at her attitude. She'd have to act like this more often if it got him to smile.
From behind Edward, Fiona could see a very androgynous man approaching. The man had dark brown hair that spilled from a red bandana tied around his head.
"Kenway, I need a word," the man said, his voice surprisingly high, yet husky. Edward jumped slightly, obviously too distracted by the lovely woman in front of him.
"Jaysus, Kidd, don't sneak up on me, you gave me a start."
"Be more alert, then."
Edward chuckled, and Fiona felt her loins stirring at his deep laugh. She briefly wondered how old he was, when he stood up and gave her one last suggestive wink before leaving with this Kidd man.
"You don't wanna do that, girl," Charles warned, hints of jealousy in his tone. "That's a married man."
Honestly, while Fiona found him very attractive sexually, she still had her heart set on the man next to her. But pretending wouldn't hurt anyone.
"Aw," she said, pouting adorably. "It's always the good-looking ones. Damn!" Fiona made a show of pretending to admire Edward's backside. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Charles frowning deeply. She stood up, leaning against the bar and ordering a drink.
Just as she'd expected, Charles was pressing up behind her within seconds, his hands resting on the bar on either side of her, closing her in. A hand left the bar and wandered up her side while his mouth left small kisses at the corner where her neck and shoulder met. His beard tickled her skin, earning him a deep shudder of pleasure. The bartender didn't say a word; he'd probably seen this many times. Charles dragged his lips up her skin until his mouth was just by her ear.
"What'll it take to get you back in bed with me?" He whispered in her ear, rolling his hips forward. She stifled her moan as she felt his erection pressing at her crotch through the layers of clothing. It took every ounce of will she had not to drag him into a bloody bush and fuck him senseless. Instead, she opted to tease him.
She removed his hands from her body and stepped away. He looked her up and down, steely blue eyes dripping with absolute hunger for her. Deciding to tease him one last time before leaving him behind with nothing but a raging erection, she walked back to him and pressed her breasts against him. She undid a few of her blouse buttons, showing a small amount of cleavage. She slid one hand between them and rubbed the bulge, earning a gasp of pleasure from him. Fiona inched her face closer to his, and he began to part his lips in anticipation. Just before their lips could connect, she pulled back. It took him a moment to register that she had pulled away from him, and he opened his eyes, glaring playfully at her.
"It'll take a lot more than that, Mr. Vane."
She had this in the bag.
During the day, she'd stumbled across Brianne, who was chatting with a fearsome looking man. He had a beard that was black as the night and a violent look about him. He'd introduced himself as Edward Thatch. The famous Blackbeard. She felt a little starstruck, and stumbled across her words. He had been the sisters' inspiration to become pirates, after all.
"Truly, I am humbled, that two such lovely ladies as yerselves became pirates on my account," he said to her. She had heard stories of his merciless nature, and was pleasantly surprised to find he was quite friendly and kind to the right people.
Thatch then invited them to join his usual group at the bar later tonight. Fiona wasn't sure if Charles would be there, but if he wasn't, too bad. She'd waited years to meet Blackbeard, and she wasn't about to pass this opportunity up.
When night fell in Nassau, Fiona and Brianne made their way to the tavern to meet Blackbeard. To her delight, Charles Vane was there, and Edward and Kidd, too. There were two other men there she didn't recognize, but she was sure they'd be introduced at some point.
Fiona greeted Vane, who still looked a bit unhappy over her teasing earlier, but she'd give it to him soon enough.
To her disappointment, Edward was no longer being the flirtatious man she'd met earlier. Maybe he snapped out of it and remembered he was a married man, or maybe he'd noticed Vane's lust for her. Or perhaps he was just teasing earlier. Either way, it meant she couldn't use that to make Charles a jealous mess. But she could use Edward to get information on the two mystery men.
"Edward," she asked, "Who are those two men over there? They're the only ones here who I haven't met before." Edward followed her fingers with his eyes.
"The one on the left is Benjamin Hornigold, and the one on the right is Jack Rackham."
"What can you tell me about them?" she asked, hoping he would give her answers in his inebriated state.
"Ben's a good man, a good pirate," he said, his words ever so slightly slurred, "an' Jack's a scoundrel, he is. Always hangin around Vane." She supposed he wouldn't give up information on his allies to someone he's only just met, so that would have to do.
Now, which would she use to stoke Charles' jealousy?
Before she could decide, the Hornigold man looked her way, and assuming a feminine pose, she pretended she hadn't noticed his eyes on her. Twirling her hair in her fingers, she breathed a deep sigh, her chest moving up and down. She ordered a drink, and as the bartender was handing it to her, she purposely spilled it down her front, turning her blouse partially see-through. Fiona was pulling out all the tricks to make Vane crazy.
Hornigold stood and crossed the room to her.
"Evening, love," he said in what she guessed was supposed to be a charming voice. It wasn't, really, but for the sake of sex with Charles, she would play along. "I don't think I've seen you 'round here before."
"Well, I've been here before, but you must have just overlooked me," she said.
"How could anyone overlook a beautiful creature such as yourself?"
"Stop," she replied, giving him a shy smile and pretending to be embarrassed over his compliment. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Charles watching them like a hawk. She cleaned off her blouse the best she could, but her breasts were still fairly visible, so she loosely crossed her arms to hide them.
She continued to flirt with Benjamin. She leaned her back on the wall, and he leaned sideways, his elbow high above her head. She periodically drank a sip of rum, but mostly she focused on getting a rise out of Charles.
"How long have you been a pirate, lass?" Benjamin asked her.
"Oh, not very long," she said, which she supposed wasn't a lie. "I'm getting the hang of things, but I've still got a lot to learn. Maybe you could show me some tricks?" she said, looking up at him through long eyelashes. In truth, he repulsed Fiona, but she was enjoying the effect it had on Vane.
"I could show you a lot of tricks, love," he said with a deep chuckle. "Why don't we talk on my ship and I'll show you a few now?"
That did it for Charles. He stood up, chair flying backwards, completely enraged, and he looked like he couldn't decide between punching Hornigold square in the nose or storming out of the room. He opted for the latter, making a huge scene by knocking over Rackham's drink in the process. While Hornigold was distracted by the scene, Fiona slipped away, intending to follow and have her way with him.
Fiona followed Charles as discreetly as she could. He was fuming, muttering to himself about Hornigold. She heard her own name, followed by the word "bitch".
"Good, get angry," she said quietly to herself.
She followed him to the docks, where he boarded his ship. She trotted onto the deck of the Ranger, ready to get the jump on him.
Instead, he got the jump on her.
Before she could register what had happened, Charles shot out from his cabin, dragged her inside, and slammed the door shut, locking it. He advanced on her, and she found herself stepping backwards. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her to the wall.
"Thought you could flirt with that prick Hornigold, huh?" he half shouted. "You thought I'd just let you get away with that? Well!?"
He was now yelling at her. Fiona could see the pure rage smouldering in every part of his face. His teeth were bared, eyebrows furrowed so lowly. She would have been scared witless if she hadn't been so damn aroused.
She expected him to say more, but he didn't. He just stood there, holding her against the wall, breathing heavily. Fiona breathed just as heavily, but for different reasons. Several seconds passed before he crashed his lips down onto hers.
It was not a gentle, loving kiss. This kiss was rough and heated. He was trying to dominate her and it was working. His talented lips moved down her neck. He bit down on her tender skin, and she cried out in ecstasy. He licked the now red bite mark as his hand worked her trousers down to her ankles, where she kicked them to a corner, forgotten.
His fingers delved into her. Fiona moaned loudly, knees growing weak. He worked his fingers in and out at an alarming pace, his thumb pressing down hard on her clit. Her legs were weakening by the second, and Charles had to support her against the wall with his own legs.
Fiona could feel herself easily getting closer to an orgasm. The fact that she was so close and it had only been a few minutes was alarming, but add in the fact that she worked her body close to one the night before, and that she'd been anticipating fucking Vane all day long, that would definitely explain it.
Charles buried his face into Fiona's shoulder, biting down hard. The pain drove her over the edge, and she came violently around his thick fingers, screaming. But Charles didn't stop. He continued to pump his fingers in and out, thumb sliding over her clit in quick circles. He kept her orgasm going for several seconds before he finally stopped.
The two of them stood, panting. Fiona struggled to catch her breath from the intense orgasm he just gave her. Already, her body was spent. Finally satisfied, she found herself dozing off in his arms.
"You think I'm done with you?"
She cracked an eye open. He can't be serious.
Without warning, he lifted her from the ground with a single arm. Using his free arm, he swept the contents of a table clean off, sending everything crashing to the ground. He put her, backside facing upward, on the table. She was too tired to move. Grabbing some spare rope, Charles tied her wrists to two of the legs of the table. It wasn't until he had already finished that she'd realized what he'd done and began to protest.
"Vane, what are you doing? Untie me, now," she said, beginning to panic.
"Not a fucking chance."
"I'm serious, untie me!"
Charles responded with a swift smack to her ass. She arched her back, yelping at the strange mixture of pain and pleasure. He parted her cheeks, rubbing tenderly between her legs. She moaned, but it was cut short by another yelp when he slapped her again, slightly harder.
His hands left her body. She couldn't see what he was doing, and she was delirious with the pain and pleasure. She heard clothes rustling, and felt his hard member rest between her cheeks.
She braced herself for his cock to enter her body, but it never came. Instead, he rubbed himself back and forth in the crevice, groaning loudly. Reaching down, he rubbed her clit gently with one hand, continuing to rub his cock on her. Spanking her again, she could feel her rear quivering. He inserted a finger in her.
She was getting close. He slammed his finger in and out as her breath quickened, slapped her rear again. Fiona cried out, tears running down her eyes. The pain was amazing. Just as she was about to come a second time, he stopped. She whined, wiggling her hips in hopes of tempting him to finally fucking her.
"Not yet," he growled, slapping her ass again. He rubbed her round cheeks with his hands, and Fiona could feel her would-be impending orgasm slipping from between her fingers. Then he began to saw his fingers in and out of her again.
She sighed in relief as the pleasure began to return, pooling inside of her. His fingers brushed a very specific spot inside her and she arched her back, a high, breathy moan forced out from her lungs. He strokes that spot over and over until she produces a long, unending whimper. Just as she thinks she's going to cum, he stops again.
"Vane, god dammit," she pants, breathless. "Stop t-teasing me."
He responded by slapping her rear again.
"Beg for it," he hissed through his teeth, spanking her again.
"Charles…" she whimpered. He combines a slap to the ass with a harsh stroke of her clit. She groaned.
"Fucking beg!" he shouts. Fiona's legs quake at his aggressive tone. His anger is possibly what attracted her to him in the first place. Unable to take any more teasing, she complies.
"P-Please…" she begins, her breaths shallow. "Charles…"
"Please what?"
"Please-" she stopped to gulp, "please fuck me."
Fiona sighs in anticipation as he places his tip at her entrance. He rubs and prods for a moment before grabbing her hips and sinking himself to the hilt in her warmth.
He growls like a damn dog at the intense pleasure he's experiencing and that only serves to arouse her more. He is still at the start, but after a few seconds of sitting and enjoying the feeling of being inside her, he pulls out and slams back in.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Fiona," he hisses. Her body grips him in all the right ways. She cried into the table as Charles drove into her over and over again, brutally hard, all the while grinding his fingers painfully into her clit.
He begins to spank her again, and in combination with the rubbing of her clit and the hard sex, she feels herself just on the verge of coming. Charles leaned over her, not slowing down in the slightest to whisper in her ear.
"Tell me you're mine," he snarls, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head off the table. "Fucking say it!"
"I'm yours-"
"Louder!"
"I'm yours!" she screamed it this time. "I belong to you!"
"That's fucking right!" Charles sped up as fast as he could go.
"Charles pleeease…" Fiona sobs, having been close to orgasm for near an hour. He furiously circles his fingers around her clit and he groans.
"Come for me," he said, and in that instant, she did. She came hard around him, tightening and spasming. A scream tore from deep inside her. Charles struggled to thrust inside her ever tightening pussy, and after a few moments, he screeches to a halt, firmly biting down on her neck. Fiona feels his cum trickling down her leg.
It is several minutes before either of them could even catch their breath. Charles is the first to recover. He removes his teeth from her skin, licking the second bite mark he's made on her that night. Grabbing her hair again, he pulls her head from the table.
"You are mine, Fiona," he snarls at her. "Don't. Fucking. Forget it." He lets go of Fiona's hair, her head making a small thud as it lands back on the table. He withdraws himself from her, making a pop as he exits.
Charles untied her wrists and scoops her abused body off the table. Her skin, slick with sweat, sticks to the wood. He carried her to his bed and placed her gently underneath the sheets, ripping off the blankets that it's far too warm for. She blindly gropes for his hand, and when she finds it, she brings it to her cheek. Charles sits on the bed, groaning with the effort it takes, and joins Fiona under the sheets.
Fiona, thoroughly sated and very happy, curls herself against him. Vane wraps his arms around her, pulling her close to him, not caring that their sweaty bodies are sticking together. Both of them exhausted, they begin to doze off.
Fiona's last conscious thoughts are of the fact that he was supposed to beg, not the other way around.
Hope you liked it. More to come soon.