Seize the Booty! (Erotica Arcanus) Read Online Free Page A
Author: E.E. Wellington
Fawkes?"
"Why do you want to be on a pirate ship? Do you not miss being a woman? I thought you all liked wearing dresses and dancing and such."
Read laughed bitterly and said, "You really have spent your whole life at sea, haven't you? Why can a woman not love sailing as much as any man?"
" How should I know? It is simply the way it is," I muttered. I moved past her to return downstairs, "Your secret will be safe with me, so long as the captain never asks me directly. I cannot lie to him. Just so you know where I stand."
"Thank you, Fawkes," she said.
I laid down in my bunk and folded my hands behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. Thoughts of Ms. Bonny's bare breasts and sex filled my mind and loins with heat. I felt a painfully stiff erection welling up under my nightshirt, something I struggled to cover up quickly as Read came down the steps and slid into the bedroll beside me.
I slid my hand down under the blanket and pulled up my nightshirt to grab myself in my hand. It did feel big, I thought, hearing Ms. Bonny's words over and over in my head about how much she liked it. I started to stroke myself up and down, trying to block out the noises of the men around me. I pictured Bonny spreading her legs at me through the window, letting me see the crease of her damp sex and suddenly, I didn't care who was around me.
"You asleep?" Read whispered in my ear.
"Damn it!" I snarled. She was right next to me in the bed and I hopped away from her so she didn't catch on what I was doing. "What do you want?"
"I need to know that I can trust you," she said, but her voice drifted off as her arm bumped into my erection through the blanket. "Were you just playing with your prig?"
"Shut up and go away," I said.
"I know most of the other crew does it when they're trying to go to sleep. Hell, sometimes I pretend to do it too just so they don't think I'm strange."
"That's wonderful. Thanks so much," I said. My cheeks glowed with humiliation.
"Were you thinking about Bonny?" she whispered. She leaned in close to me, her hand now resting against my organ like the arm-rest on a chair. "Her big breasts? Is that what you like, Fawkes?"
I said nothing, but Read's hand clamped around the head of erection through the blanket and began to twist it lightly like she was juicing an orange. "She likes you, you know. She told me. She said she wondered what your python would feel like in her cunny."
"She did?" I muttered.
Read pulled back the blanket and got under it with me. She hiked up her nightshirt and opened her legs toward me, so that I felt the heat of her sex on my bare thigh. She spit into her palm and grabbed me again, this time massaging her saliva into it so that I was lost in her grip as she glided back and forth. She took my hand and put it between her legs, cupping my palm against her sex. The hair there was damp and slick and I tickled the small opening I found there with the tips of my fingers.
"There is a small nub there," she instructed. "Make little circles with your finger on it. Yes…just like that."
She panted in my ear, telling me to keep going as she licked her palm again and smothered m e with her saliva. It was too much to bear, and I groaned as my insides flexed and hot seed shot out of me into her waiting hand.
"Don't stop," Read begged me, trying to get me to keep touching her, but I was left useless by the strength of my orgasm and my eyes closed of their own avail.
"Fawkes? Fawkes," she said, tapping my face to try and keep me awake. "Stupid boys," she sighed.
Chapter 3. The Other Captain
Captain Barto Morris unscrolled the latest set of wanted posters and cursed bitterly. Not only was Calico Jack's likeness better (and more handsomely) rendered, the price on his head was now more than Morris' own. "Tell me something, Jerome," Morris called out toward the oriental privacy-screen in the corner of his room. "How in the hell does a foppish wastrel like Jack's head come to be worth even one doubloon
"Why do you want to be on a pirate ship? Do you not miss being a woman? I thought you all liked wearing dresses and dancing and such."
Read laughed bitterly and said, "You really have spent your whole life at sea, haven't you? Why can a woman not love sailing as much as any man?"
" How should I know? It is simply the way it is," I muttered. I moved past her to return downstairs, "Your secret will be safe with me, so long as the captain never asks me directly. I cannot lie to him. Just so you know where I stand."
"Thank you, Fawkes," she said.
I laid down in my bunk and folded my hands behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. Thoughts of Ms. Bonny's bare breasts and sex filled my mind and loins with heat. I felt a painfully stiff erection welling up under my nightshirt, something I struggled to cover up quickly as Read came down the steps and slid into the bedroll beside me.
I slid my hand down under the blanket and pulled up my nightshirt to grab myself in my hand. It did feel big, I thought, hearing Ms. Bonny's words over and over in my head about how much she liked it. I started to stroke myself up and down, trying to block out the noises of the men around me. I pictured Bonny spreading her legs at me through the window, letting me see the crease of her damp sex and suddenly, I didn't care who was around me.
"You asleep?" Read whispered in my ear.
"Damn it!" I snarled. She was right next to me in the bed and I hopped away from her so she didn't catch on what I was doing. "What do you want?"
"I need to know that I can trust you," she said, but her voice drifted off as her arm bumped into my erection through the blanket. "Were you just playing with your prig?"
"Shut up and go away," I said.
"I know most of the other crew does it when they're trying to go to sleep. Hell, sometimes I pretend to do it too just so they don't think I'm strange."
"That's wonderful. Thanks so much," I said. My cheeks glowed with humiliation.
"Were you thinking about Bonny?" she whispered. She leaned in close to me, her hand now resting against my organ like the arm-rest on a chair. "Her big breasts? Is that what you like, Fawkes?"
I said nothing, but Read's hand clamped around the head of erection through the blanket and began to twist it lightly like she was juicing an orange. "She likes you, you know. She told me. She said she wondered what your python would feel like in her cunny."
"She did?" I muttered.
Read pulled back the blanket and got under it with me. She hiked up her nightshirt and opened her legs toward me, so that I felt the heat of her sex on my bare thigh. She spit into her palm and grabbed me again, this time massaging her saliva into it so that I was lost in her grip as she glided back and forth. She took my hand and put it between her legs, cupping my palm against her sex. The hair there was damp and slick and I tickled the small opening I found there with the tips of my fingers.
"There is a small nub there," she instructed. "Make little circles with your finger on it. Yes…just like that."
She panted in my ear, telling me to keep going as she licked her palm again and smothered m e with her saliva. It was too much to bear, and I groaned as my insides flexed and hot seed shot out of me into her waiting hand.
"Don't stop," Read begged me, trying to get me to keep touching her, but I was left useless by the strength of my orgasm and my eyes closed of their own avail.
"Fawkes? Fawkes," she said, tapping my face to try and keep me awake. "Stupid boys," she sighed.
Chapter 3. The Other Captain
Captain Barto Morris unscrolled the latest set of wanted posters and cursed bitterly. Not only was Calico Jack's likeness better (and more handsomely) rendered, the price on his head was now more than Morris' own. "Tell me something, Jerome," Morris called out toward the oriental privacy-screen in the corner of his room. "How in the hell does a foppish wastrel like Jack's head come to be worth even one doubloon
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