A partial sex scene warning
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Vaas scares off Ceria's attacker from outside of Hoyt's office and he motions for her to follow him, agitation practically radiating off of his dark skin. Ceria's mind is a complete mess right now but she decides that listening to Vaas is the right thing to do at the moment. The young woman swallows and glances over her shoulder a few times to see if the Privateer is trailing them but he's no where in her line of vision. The hallway looks pretty empty right now and it surprises Ceria but she doesn't let it linger on her mind.
A Privateer with an AK-47 hanging from his broad shoulder eyes both Vaas and Ceria with an unnerving aura clouding him; Vaas growls at the taller man and pushes open the doors with an unnecessary amount of force, startling Ceria as she hurries to exit the building, as her fear of the previous Privateer immediately bubbles back up.
The hot island sun is now finally setting for the evening and the temperature is warm and not so offending to the skin. Faint sounds of music floating from the bars meets Ceria's ears and so does the chirping, the loud cricking and growling of the nocturnal creatures hidden in the shrubs and large jungle trees. This place doesn't look so intimidating at night, after taking in all the ambient lights and the beautiful glow of the fireflies. Ceria's fear slowly drains from her body and she catches up to Vaas after losing herself in the beat of the music playing in the bar they wander passed. She walks along side him and draws her gaze over to her right to look at the pirate King. His focus is strictly on the dirt path ahead as he pulls a poorly rolled blunt from his front pants pocket with a small box of matches in his other hand.
"Fuck!" he curses at the sight of the blunt. It must have been crushed during the little scuffle he and Hoyt got into earlier. After a minute of messing with it, he lights the shitty blunt anyway and pinches it tightly between his index finger and thumb, inhaling quite a lot from it. Ceria watches the mind bobbling smoke expel from between the pirate's lips and then looks down at her slowly drying suit jacket.
They pass a few Privateers and when they end up at the front gates, Vaas turns his body toward Ceria, gazes down at her with a pair of glazed eyes and offers her the blunt. There is a wave of silence between them and after a minute of thinking, which has irritated Vaas, Ceria reaches forward to grab the blunt. Vaas gives the young woman a soft smile and turns his head in the direction of the two Privateers who are impatiently waiting to open the gate. Vaas cocks his head and gives the two men a crazy stare, and without a sound the fatter of the two Privateers opens the large door, watching the two wander off.
"Montenegro gives me the fucking creeps," the shorter, lankier man admits in a whisper as the fatter man closes the door. He nods his head in agreement, swatting away a pesky mosquito near his ear.
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Ceria mindlessly smokes the last of Vaas' blunt and he turns his head just in time to see her flick the butt into the jungle. Vaas hums and by the light of the moon, Ceria notices the small smirk displayed across his cut lips. The smell of tropical flowers and hot skin distracts Ceria's thoughts and she doesn't recognize the mouth on hers until a sloppy tongue begs for entrance between her lips. She blinks her eyes more than a few times and takes a step back, tasting the nasty weed from Vaas on her lips.
Vaas gives her a questionable look but brings himself in close again for another kiss with a faint smirk on his lips, his dirty hands holding her hips. Ceria's drug idled mind can't fully compute what is going on so she accepts the kiss and unknowingly places her hands over Vaas' warm shoulders, closing her eyes. The pirate keeps a hold of her mouth as he reaches down to unbuckle his fabric belt and pulls down the zipper to his cargo pants. Ceria deepens the kiss and tightens her grip on the man's shoulders, managing to pull him closer to her. Montenegro isn't looking for love, he doesn't need that shit in his life, his high mind and body is in need of a quick release.
"Put your arms around me, hermana," Vaas says to Ceria breathlessly against her lips, the strong scent of his breath and body messing with her already jumbled thoughts and without any protest, the young woman does as she's told and winds her dark arms around Vaas' neck and he resumes the kissing while bending at the knees to carefully lift her up in his arms, with her toned legs secured around his waist. Their mouths lose contact at the sudden movement but Vaas doesn't seem to mind as he hurries to a nearby tree, using it as a wall to hold her against. The young doctor stares deeply into Vaas' glazed over eyes, finally recognizing the purple bruise he earned from the argument with Hoyt around his eye, camouflaged by the pirate's dark circle and she releases her secure hold from Vaas' neck.
Her rational mind is slowly returning to her but the pirate's taut, tan biceps and the curl in his lip have her biting the inside of her cheek and she recoils her arms around his neck, melting instantly into the intimate grip at her butt.
"You smell nice hermana, very nice..." Vaas purs dangerously low against the hot flesh of Ceria's neck, planting a kiss as his fingers somehow manage to roll up the hem of her tight dress skirt and pull down her thin panties. As warm and welcoming as the night air is, with Vaas pressed so tightly up against her, the temperature of her body rises to hazardous levels and her eagerness explodes into a wave of groans, ignoring the slight pain the rough bark of the tree gives to the back of her head.
Vaas snickers at the woman's meaningless groans and begins to suck at her skin, wiggling his hips against Ceria's center, sighing into the young woman's skin as his pants fall to his ankles. He must not have been wearing any underwear because now Ceria can feel the hot clammy pulse of Vaas' erect penis against her pubic bone. God, this filthy pirate is driving her mad. Vaas' hands return to the naked soft skin of Ceria's ass and he takes a step back, keeping his hands in place as he curves her spine against the tree until the hot bare center of her is molded against Vaas' dick. The intimate feeling causes the man to pur unlike anything she'd ever heard and there is a little noticeable tremble in his body as he removes his flushed face from Ceria's moist neck, gazing at her soft lips.
Vaas is good at using a condom when he's hooking up with whore from Badtown but he knows for a fact that Ceria is clean. She's good at keeping herself clean since she's a doctor; Hoyt had told her before doesn't want to be touched in any kind of way by a doctor who is riddled with the clap, which seems to be the problem with half of Vaas' pirates and the whores.
The high wears off but Ceria is still captured by the wonderful feeling Vaas is giving her. He cracks a smile at her and raises one dark brow, leaning in for another imperfect kiss. Ceria accepts it, releasing a small groan into the pirate's mouth, practically losing her mind all over again to a sexual high with every stroke of Vaas' penis against her moist nub and already wet center. She's young and very wet so there is no need for Vaas to lubricate the woman. Vaas deepens the kiss again, piercing the woman's lips with his nasty tongue, exploring the fleshy inside of her mouth. Another groan escapes her and her fingers dig into the back of the thin material of the pirate's red tank and he is careful as he lines the tip of his penis with her center. Ceria can feel the rapid beating of Vaas' evil heart when her one arm unwinds from his neck and meets the center of his sweaty chest.
"Fuck, your heat is driving me fucking insane!" Vaas growls and stares off into the woman's lust filled eyes with sexual frustration visible in his blue blood shot eyes. Ceria's legs tighten around Vaas' waist and she uses them to bring him closer and the head of his hot penis slides into her tight center without warning. The little penetration sends Vaas off the edge and he groans like a ravenous tiger, winds his strong arms around her tightly as he moves her away from the tree and onto the soft ground. Once on the jungle floor, Vaas is already deep within Ceria, bringing slight pain to her cervix with his deep, fast thrusts.
They both stare at one another, their body sweat visible in the moonlight. Vaas holds himself up on his hands, not paying any mind to his necklaces as they bounce off his clavicle with his rough movements. Ceria's mouth opens half way as groans and breathless sighs of all kinds pass her lips and meet Vaas' face, hot and sexual.
Vaas is pretty good at holding back his own sounds of pleasure and that fact only raises her body temperature to even higher levels. His lips part slightly, just enough for hot sighs to wiggle free and his image of Ceria fades into something completely different. He furrows his dark brow, slows his hips and pierces his fingers through the soft jungle dirt beneath them. Ceria's eyes suddenly open and she closes her mouth, giving Vaas the same kind of quizzical look. Jason's fucking face has taken place of Ceria's and he's afraid to look down and see a flat chest instead of perky breasts. As close as Vaas is already to release, he pulls out of Ceria's wet center and rolls onto his back, jerking his hips forward to pull up his cargo pants.
The confused and slightly emotionally hurt young woman sits up, pulls up her panties and rolls down her skirt, flattening it with her sweaty palms. Her eyes find the evil glow in Vaas' and he stands up, hurrying over to the boat. The pirate doesn't say a word and Ceria steps into the boat, sitting with her back to him. The boat takes a while to start up and she listens to Vaas curse and kick at the motor, rocking the boat back and forth as he does so. She lets a sigh pass her lips and wipes away the taste of Vaas from her lips with the back of her hand. Ceria doesn't care to know why Vaas had stopped mid-fuck and she is smart enough to know that he wasn't looking for a long lasting thing, but the bastard had teased her, hurting her feelings more than she wants to know. He must have been thinking of someone else, that being the reason for her silent pissed off demeanor.
The ride back to Vaas' camp is long and almost unbearable but they both get through it. Vaas exits the boat without a peep and leaves Ceria to her own devices. What a fucking dick! Ceria has a few questions for the pirate leader but she knows all too well that the rest of tonight isn't the best time to say anything more. Ceria carefully steps out of the boat, wanders on over to where she had parked her jeep and leaves the camp.
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"Jason..." a faint voice mumbles his name as the American carefully opens his eyes, turning his head so that his cheek is met by a sudden coldness. The feeling wakes his senses up a little bit but after fully regaining his vision, Jason isn't able to see a goddamn thing. It's all dark, pure fucking darkness all around him, every which way he turns his head. Out of fear and anger, Jason raises his arms only four inches off the ground before they are snapped back by a pair of cold chains. He's taken by surprise by this and makes another attempt to move, but even his ankles are bound by painful chains and when a groan passes his chapped lips, the one chain at his left ankle moves ever so slightly upward and grabs onto a few hairs, forcing a curse from Jason's lungs.
He's practically chained to the cold hard fucking ground. Jason knows one thing and that is that he's not naked. Jason thanks whatever kind of God there is on this island for that. The echoing clattering of his chains with the little movement he is allowed rings in his ears and he turns his head so that his eyes are pointed up at the black nothingness that is the ceiling, impatiently waiting to hear his name called again.
"Jason," his ears pick up on growing sound and just as he is about to close his eyes, through his thin eyelids he sees the sudden flash of light. He groans again and tries to bring up one of his arms but the chains hold it back. Jason is nudged surprisingly gently in the left side and he opens his eyes again, nearly losing sight at the blinding light shining down upon him. The warrior is able to make out the shape of the body standing over him but nothing else. His head is spinning and a burning sensation welcomes itself in the bottom of Jason's stomach. There is a stinging pain deep inside of his right eye and a very uncomfortable ache in his ass. The last one has his mind racing but he can't figure out what could have caused the discomfort.
He lets his body rest against the cold ground while a pair of warm hands unlock and remove the chains from him carefully. Hoyt smiles down at Jason and slowly glides his knuckles along the American's freshly shaven jawline.