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- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- evening on thur , fri, and sat
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
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- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Genres
- dragon age series, asoiaf series, erotic, dark fantasy, high fantasy, suspense, adventure
warning: sexual themes
Ysabel eyed the man in confusion as he bowed before her. The French accent made him attractive, but the bowing did not. Was he trying to insult her? She stood on guard, wary of the kindness he showed her. Pirates weren't aristocrats and vice versa. She had no place among the others; The captain was only being accomodating, if you could call it that, because of the crowns she'd paid to stage a kidnapping. Ysabel forced a smile as he ticked off suggestions on what to with her dress. His casually pleasant words were making her nervous.
Ysabel nodded in silence at his suggestions; She could either toss it or take it to the seamstress on board. Ysabel reluctantly followed Jean for the time being, feeling lost on the large ship. She wasn't sure what she was looking for or where she would go after; Well, she had no clue what her future would be. She didn't even have an idea of what she wanted to do. Freedom was her only reason for going, but there was nothing definite about freedom. Where were they going? Where was she going?
Ysabel shook her head in astonishment at his words. Indisposed? The man was a hedonist. What about figuring out where she was going to sleep? What about eating? "I don't care if he takes his privacy seriously," she proclaimed callously, stepping inside the room. The last thing she would allow the captain to get away with was touching her so intimately in front of her husband and feeling helpless in the moment. "He touched me and he deserves to be reprimanded."
She walked around the room, being careful not to touch anything. It smelled a bit musty and there seemed to be hardly anything except for a chest on the far side, a few drawers, and a box on the table in the middle. Everything was meticulously situated in such a fashion that it was easy to find whatever someone was looking for. Ysabel thought the area was quite organized for a pirate. She grimaced at the strange atmosphere it held though. "What is this room used for?" she inquired, turning a corner and letting her eyes fall on the chest. She opened it, then quickly shut it after seeing what was in there. Her curiosity was satisfied in that moment. "So this is where you clean up people and perform operations," she mused calmly, turning away from the chest. She could only hope he wasn't trying to pull any funny business. "It's interesting, if I have anything to say about it."
The lass sauntered away from the table where the maps lay out, dragging her nails lightly across the wooden cabinet nearby and grinned at Marlowe. She rested her back against a bare table and watched the sweet liquor he held in his hand drop into the glass. She could already taste the decadent flavor that came with it. Emily smiled a little at the explanation. She hadn't overreacted. It was normal. The girl was another sea dog like the rest of them and nothing special.
Emily felt a wave of relief wash over her as the captain handed her a glass. She took it with ease and downed the fiery liquid. It burned the back of her throat, seeking her to pull down the hair tie that held her luscious waves together. Emily's eyes closed as he took her soft strands into his fingers, then pulled slightly, directing her attention to him as he moved in closer. Her body burned with desire, fingers itching to roam his body. In that moment, she lost all of her senses. His lips crushed her own, bruising the edges, making her mad with need.
Emily hopped up on the table and wrapped her hands in his collar, fervently pulling the pirate in. Her hands roamed his chest, her tongue explored every inch of his mouth. She savored every part, fingers coiling into his black hair and heart racing constantly. She let her hands move down the back of his neck and towards the open flaps of his coat. She longed for him ever since the crew began talking about the girl, eager to meet the pretty lass. It was only temporary, but business was business.
Emily pushed the coat away from his shoulders, the large piece of fabric falling swiftly to the floor. Her hands went up his loose fitting shirt for a moment before pulling that away from her sight. She reveled in the prize before her, lips moving against his own, trailing down his jaw and neck as she ran the tips of her fingers against the outline of his shoulder blades. "God, it feels like it's been ages since I've touched you," she breathed, her voice thick with want as she tossed her hair to one side and continued to indulge in the fine man standing before her.
Emily felt a wave of relief wash over her as the captain handed her a glass. She took it with ease and downed the fiery liquid. It burned the back of her throat, seeking her to pull down the hair tie that held her luscious waves together. Emily's eyes closed as he took her soft strands into his fingers, then pulled slightly, directing her attention to him as he moved in closer. Her body burned with desire, fingers itching to roam his body. In that moment, she lost all of her senses. His lips crushed her own, bruising the edges, making her mad with need.
Emily hopped up on the table and wrapped her hands in his collar, fervently pulling the pirate in. Her hands roamed his chest, her tongue explored every inch of his mouth. She savored every part, fingers coiling into his black hair and heart racing constantly. She let her hands move down the back of his neck and towards the open flaps of his coat. She longed for him ever since the crew began talking about the girl, eager to meet the pretty lass. It was only temporary, but business was business.
Emily pushed the coat away from his shoulders, the large piece of fabric falling swiftly to the floor. Her hands went up his loose fitting shirt for a moment before pulling that away from her sight. She reveled in the prize before her, lips moving against his own, trailing down his jaw and neck as she ran the tips of her fingers against the outline of his shoulder blades. "God, it feels like it's been ages since I've touched you," she breathed, her voice thick with want as she tossed her hair to one side and continued to indulge in the fine man standing before her.
Ysabel eyed the man in confusion as he bowed before her. The French accent made him attractive, but the bowing did not. Was he trying to insult her? She stood on guard, wary of the kindness he showed her. Pirates weren't aristocrats and vice versa. She had no place among the others; The captain was only being accomodating, if you could call it that, because of the crowns she'd paid to stage a kidnapping. Ysabel forced a smile as he ticked off suggestions on what to with her dress. His casually pleasant words were making her nervous.
Ysabel nodded in silence at his suggestions; She could either toss it or take it to the seamstress on board. Ysabel reluctantly followed Jean for the time being, feeling lost on the large ship. She wasn't sure what she was looking for or where she would go after; Well, she had no clue what her future would be. She didn't even have an idea of what she wanted to do. Freedom was her only reason for going, but there was nothing definite about freedom. Where were they going? Where was she going?
Ysabel shook her head in astonishment at his words. Indisposed? The man was a hedonist. What about figuring out where she was going to sleep? What about eating? "I don't care if he takes his privacy seriously," she proclaimed callously, stepping inside the room. The last thing she would allow the captain to get away with was touching her so intimately in front of her husband and feeling helpless in the moment. "He touched me and he deserves to be reprimanded."
She walked around the room, being careful not to touch anything. It smelled a bit musty and there seemed to be hardly anything except for a chest on the far side, a few drawers, and a box on the table in the middle. Everything was meticulously situated in such a fashion that it was easy to find whatever someone was looking for. Ysabel thought the area was quite organized for a pirate. She grimaced at the strange atmosphere it held though. "What is this room used for?" she inquired, turning a corner and letting her eyes fall on the chest. She opened it, then quickly shut it after seeing what was in there. Her curiosity was satisfied in that moment. "So this is where you clean up people and perform operations," she mused calmly, turning away from the chest. She could only hope he wasn't trying to pull any funny business. "It's interesting, if I have anything to say about it."
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