To his surprise, she dropped to her knees without hesitation. Ariana positioned herself directly in front of William with her hands gently resting on his thighs in anticipation. He removed his hand from his cock, leaving it standing proudly at attention just inches from her nose. She moved her hand up to caress his member. Tentatively, she stroked the length of him with her hand, her movements gaining surety and firmness as she continued touching him. William looked down with pleasure clouding his eyes.

Suddenly, he gasped and moaned in the same breath. Ariana had placed his swollen tip just past her lips. Her mouth was unbelievably hot and wet. It was too much to take, and it was just the beginning. She worked her tongue over his sensitive flesh in dainty licks paired with gentle sucks. No need ta ‘ave his pistol dischargin’ before I’m ready,  she thought to herself as she eased him deeper into her mouth. William reached out into the air blindly, searching with an outstretched hand for anything to keep him stable. He latched onto the poster of the bed, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightened in an attempt to regain control. Ariana continued to push him into her mouth. Her lips formed a tight seal around his shaft, her teeth were gently brushing against his skin, and her tongue was guiding his member toward the back of her throat. When his cock bumped into her tonsils, William sighed, but Ariana didn’t stop. He moaned again as she worked the last few inches down her throat and pressed her nose into his abdomen.

William’s free hand found her face and cupped it, and slowly his eyes focused on hers. The look in Ariana’s eyes undid him. His hand slipped around to the back of her head and clenched a fistful of hair. He pulled out and, without pausing, thrust his cock back down her throat. She gagged, breathing hard, and then moaned. Curious to see what other responses he could coax from her, William began pumping his cock in and out of her mouth with vigor. Ariana clawed at his thighs and moaned everytime he pulled out. When her eyes began to water and her gagging was more pronounced, William relented and slowed his thrusts. He gently pushed her head back until only the tip of his cock remained inside her mouth. Ariana tried to smile around his thick shaft, but succeeded only in being able to upturn the corners of her mouth in some sort of illicit grin.

“What are you up to now, pirate?” William whispered down to her.

Ariana reached up and encircled his exposed flesh with her hand. She gradually began to move her hand along his shaft, following it with her mouth. William decided it was a good idea to not impede her movements and let go of her. He closed his eyes, just enjoying the sensation for a few moments. He moaned softly. It was a delicious activity, and he had to admit she was ungodly talented with her hands, but it wasn’t anything of interest. Almost as if she could read his mind, Ariana added a twist to her actions … literally. She twisted her hand along his shaft as she pumped up and down.

“Ughn, whatever it is that you are doing … please … please don’t stop.” He swayed a bit, then grabbed the post of the bed again for support. He felt her laugh around him, her giggles vibrating him all the way to the bottom of his balls. They immediately responded by clenching tightly to his body. He groaned and felt his knees go weak.

Ariana didn’t intent on stopping anytime soon. She began to turn her head, swirling her mouth around his cock, in the opposite direction of her hand. After just a few moments of her mouth sucking and turning one direction with her hand sliding and twisting the other, William’s knees buckled out from under him. He just couldn’t hold himself up any longer. He slid onto the bed with her landing on top of him.

“Please, what?” William changed the angle of his hand. He was seeking the sweet spot inside Ariana that he knew would send her over the edge. “Hm? I didn’t know pirates begged.”

“We don’ beg,” she growled while wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. It took more strength than she was expecting, but she was able to flip him onto his back. “We raid,” she kissed him harshly on the lips. “Pillage,” another kiss. “Plunder, an’ pilfer.” Her lips covered his again after the last sentence; she ravaged his tongue with her own. “Pirates take wha’ they can, an’ give nothin’ back.”

William gave in to her advances, but not for long. After enjoying several minutes of passionate kissing, he placed his hands on her hips and forced her body lower and lower until the head of his cock was touching her. She moaned breathily; he looked down between their bodies. His shaft was slick from her juices dripping down and the tip was just barely parting her swollen lips. He slowly lifted his hips from the bed until he could feel himself sliding into her cunt. Her could feel her hot heat engulfing him as her muscles quivered and spasmed around him.

Ariana couldn’t handle the teasing anymore. To William’s surprise, she forced herself down on his cock as hard and as fast as she could, letting loose a long low moan as she took in every last inch. It was as if a wild creature had been unleased inside of her. She began to ride him with quick, forceful motions, all the while voicing her pleasure. Ariana threw her head back as she carassed herself, running her hands along her sweat-slick breasts and abdomen. She could feel every engorged inch of William as he slid in and out of her body. Amazed by what she was feeling, she slowed her movements to concentrate on the sensation of his cock inside her. Her eyes flickered open and caught his. It was obvious he was up to something.

“You like it, don’t you?” He flashed her a devilish grin. “Tell me how much you like it, you dirty pirate wench.” William grabbed her around the waist and flipped her to her back. He used one hand to pinned her wrists above her head while the other positioned her beneath him. He wasted no time as he began to vigorously thrust his dick in and out of her eager pussy. “Tell me how much you like it!”

Surprised, and revelling in the ecstasy he was causing her, she blurted out, “I like it, I like th’ way ye feel inside me.” The words came easily to her lips, and that aroused her. Her skin was flushed red and the lamp light was flickering off her gleaming skin as she writhed beneath him. Ariana’s legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, her ankles locked behind him. She knew it was futile, but she still made attempts to pull her hands free from his grip. Although, she was enjoying the feeling of this Navy captain, this dangerously attractive enemy of hers, having full control over her.

“Of course you do.” Her muscles began to squeeze his cock rhythmically, and Wiliam knew she was close to orgasming. He didn’t want her to find release so soon, so he slowed his efforts. “Do you think my cock would feel good inside you somewhere else? Hm?”

Ariana’s eyes widened.

“Pirate.”

It was if that one word was explanation enough. She flipped over, her pants falling from her body with the abrupt movement. Before William realized what was happening, she had twisted the knife from his hand and placed the flat of the blade against his covered erection. He froze; she grinned wickedly.

“Ne’er trust a pirate, me lad.” Ariana ran the blade across his bulge, back and forth, fondling him with his own weapon. “Ye never know wha’ mischief tha they migh’ be gettin’ into.” With a delicate stroke of her wrist, she cut the buttons from his pants. His engorged cock pushed the cloth apart as it strained to be free. William growled, low and gutteral, before grabbing the knife. He launched it across the room without looking, effectively burying it to the hilt in the wood of the door.

Ariana almost didn’t notice. She was watching his eyes instead. They were a brilliant light blue, like a tropical lagoon at midday, and just a deep as the endless ocean far from home. William moved between her legs, and even thought he was still fully clothed, she could feel the heat radiating every inch of his body.

“Do you know how we punish a pirate that holds a captain of the Royal Navy at knifepoint?” William roughly grabbed Ariana’s wrists, forcing them above her head. “We put them before judge and jury, and usually wrap a rope around their neck.” He licked her neck, sending chills down her stomach, straight to her dripping slit. Her mind was running wild with the mental imagery his words were conjuring. “I think I’ll play both judge and jury, and I think the rope should go around your wrists instead. Don’t need any more surprises …”

Ariana shivered. Her hips bucked up against the air between them, but didn’t make contact. William was carefully holding himself out of her reach. Suddenly, she wrenched one hand free from his grip. She grabbed the first button on his uniform shirt and pulled as hard as she could. Her efforts were rewarded with a loud snapping sound as the button popped off and flew into the bed next to her. With a grin, Ariana slid her hand down to target the next one in line.

William stopped her with a withering look. “That’s three buttons and a length of rope you owe me now. You are wracking up quite the debt, wench.” He let go of her briefly to tug his shirt off over his head.

“Doncha worry, lad. I plan on repayin’ me debt in full … after ye repay me fer me pants and shirt.” She licked her lips with anticipation of his next move. This game of cat and mouse was more arousing than she expected.

William smiled, the first full smile she had seen on him. It was beautiful and dangerous at the same time. His free hand trailed down her body towards where their bare torsos met while his other hand tightened its grip on her wrists. At first she thought he was moving to touch her, to tease her. She was pleasantly surprised as she felt his pants falling from his hips. Once free of its confines, his cock bounced on her lower abdomen twice before resting there, pulsating with his heartbeat. Ariana allowed her eyes to drift down. She gasped when she caught sight of him. It was swollen purple with need and glistening at the tip.

He kissed her then; it was something more passionate and wanton than she had ever experienced before. His lips moved across hers with such expertise, it was all she could do to keep up. A lick here, a nibble there. Ariana moaned softly when William’s teeth closed down around her lower lip and he gave several hard sucks on the tender flesh.

It was if the sound coming from deep in Ariana’s throat was a direct order. William began to grind his hips into hers, rhythmically and solidly. When she dug her nails into his back, he lost his precarious hold on his lust. He peeled himself from her body. Their eyes met, locked, and held each other in an invisible embrace. He suddenly noticed how liquid her eyes were. They were like twin moss-green whirpools; drawing him in, sucking him down. He could’ve sworn that she had hazel eyes earlier, but he was too preoccupied to give it much thought.

William slid his hands down between her legs and made quick work to push them apart. He then grabbed her hips to pull her close. Ariana bucked up off the bed when his hand moved up her leg. Gently, he toyed with her slippery clit, working it in small circles, increasing the pressure as she increased the volume of her moans. With the manner she was writhing on the bed, he could tell it was nothing less than torture for Ariana. Of course, with the way his cock kept twitching and leaking, it was torture for him as well.

“… please?” It was barely a whisper, but it was the word he was waiting for.

“You are not a captain any longer, need I remind you?” He smiled as she winced at the words. William knew that it must sting to be in this pirate’s current position. “Answer my question again.”

William could tell she was struggling internally with the decision before her. Answer honestly and concede that he is right, answer falsely and cling to her title, or refuse to answer at all. She looked up at him, stubbornly silent. He stood, stubbornly silent himself, and dragged her to his bed. It was a sprawling ornate work of art, covered in intricate carvings and piled high with exotic bedding. With one fluid motion, William threw his prisoner onto the center of the bed.

“Your name.”

Ariana lay there, motionless and silent. He watched as her eyes trailed down his body, first noticing the obvious bulge in the front of his pants, and coming to rest on the small knife he held in his right hand. Her eyes met his again, narrowed and dangerously dark. He lunged forward suddenly, grabbing her shirt in his free hand. Ariana struggled against him, causing her bonds to tighten around her wrists and ankles, but failing to stop his actions. She froze when she felt the cold steel touch lightly against her burning flesh. Before she knew it, he had her shredded shirt dangling from his fingers. He made no secret that he was staring at her small, but shapely breasts. They weren’t what he was normally aroused by, but they were still attractive.

“Your name, wench,” William pressed his body tightly against her bound form and repeated his question. “Your name!” William’s control of his temper was slipping. He was expending a great deal of energy just to control his growing lust; he didn’t have the patience to control his temper as well. He slid the knife up her arm, curling it around the outside of her breast before resting the flat of the blade on her nipple. When she didn’t answer, he slid the blade down her taunt abdomen until the blade was buried under the waist of her pants. Besides the slight shiver that ran down her back, Ariana didn’t move a muscle.

“Your … name.” He flicked his tongue over his lips. He wanted her to fight him, almost desperately so. She was not long to oblige him. As Ariana lunged for the edge of the bed, she caused the knife to slice through the cloth of her pants. William lost his grip on the handle and the blade flew from his hand, clattering loudly against the wood floor as it landed. Ariana was nearly to the edge of the bed when he wrapped his now empty hand around the torn edge of her pants. He gave one hard tug and the material ripped open wide, revealing the smooth, lightly tanned skin beneath. This was not part of the plan. She froze, her thoughts racing, and clenched her eyes shut.

William was frozen, too, but for a different reason. His disbelieving eyes were wide open and drinking in the view. The toned muscles of her thighs ending in perfectly curved asscheeks, the tight asshole puckered right above the obviously wet cunt. He slowly moved to grab her wrists to hold her in place while his other hand drifted up her inner thigh. She was slick with sweat again. Vaguely, he could recall there being a purpose to all this. William shook his head to clear it.

“If you refuse to tell me your name, then make sure to remember mine … ” He moved to shove his bulging crotch between her asscheeks while his lips brushed against her ear. William rocked his body against hers, roughly grinding his impossibly hard cock against her, and felt the front of his trousers go wet from her. To both their surprise, Ariana involuntarily let out a soft moan. He twisted his fingers into her hair and pulled her head back. He wanted to see that lustful look in her eyes, but instead found amusement. Frustrated, he pushed her away from him. He wanted nothing more than to have his way with her, but he wanted her to beg for it.

“… Captain William Reed.” With that he got up and left her alone on the bed, now naked and still bound. As he placed his hand on the doorknob, he heard her voice behind him.

“Ariana.” She hadn’t moved from where he left her, but her voice had a different tone. Her eyes were peeking out from under her tangled hair. “Ariana O’Mohn.”

“Ariana,” he repeated back to her, “… now that wasn’t so difficult was it?” He moved back across the room towards her and picked up the knife from the floor. With deft movements, he cut the rope around her ankles and let the pieces fall heavily to the floor. He placed his hand on her calf, softly running it up the inside curves of her leg, coming to rest just shy of touching her between her legs. She wanted him. He could feel the moist hot heat radiating from her, and she even shifted her position beneath his hand. It was agony to remove his hand, but he needed both in order to cut the bonds holding her wrists together. He leaned close to her ear again once the ropes were removed.

“How is it that I have the advantage, but you somehow have the upper hand, Miss Ariana?”

“Who is your captain, wench?”

Realization of the situation dawned on Ariana then and there. The cold steel against her neck, the smell of his gunpowder and her defeat, the weight of this man above her. This was no lowly pirate looking to best her nor an incompetent bounty hunter looking to turn her in. The Royal Navy had finally caught up to her. She never thought that she would be caught, but ever resourceful, she had a plan in mind. She went lax in William’s grip and didn’t fight as he bound and gagged her.

At least, she thought to herself, he was decent enough to force a shirt down over her head before dragging her out onto the deck of her own ship.

She immediately changed her opinion of him when she set eyes on the scene just outside her cabin door. Eyes narrowed, Ariana struggled to control her growing rage. Some of her best men trussed much like she was, thrown onto the deck of a strange ship. The others weren’t in sight, but from the amount of blood pooled on the boards, she knew their location. Davey Jone’s locker.

Ariana locked eyes with her first mate as she was dragged past him. Ian watched her dolefully, unable to make any type of gesture due to the ropes binding him. The thought that this moment might be the last moment she shares with her first mate crossed her mind. And then he disappeared from her view as William dragged her over the threshold of his cabin.

William brought her to the center of the room and left her in an akward position facing the wall. She could hear him moving about the room. The scrape of a chair, the rustle of papers, the click of metal on metal. Ariana began to thrash about in an attempt to get loose, or at the least, find a more comfortable position. At the sound of her captor’s voice, she stilled her movements.

“Have you ever been interrogated by a captain of the Royal fleet?” His voice was steely, so cold she shivered. William was just a few short inches away from Ariana’s ear, but she still jumped when she felt his hands undo the gag.

“Answer me, wench.”

She laughed as if he were joking. “Dun believe so, I ne’er been caught by th’ like of ye.”

Angry with her attitude, William grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked hard, but he wasn’t prepared for the reaction he got. Instead of tears and begging like he desired, Ariana looked him directly in the eye with a hunger he’d never seen from a woman before. The look was familiar – his crew often got that same look right after being approached by harlot while in a port of call. He immediately let her go and stumbled backward. As soon as he broke contact, her face reflected the apprehension and fear he had been looking for. He blinked. Did he imagine it all?

William approached her again, cautiously. She was looking at him with wide, fear-filled hazel eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. His intentions reassured, he closed the distance between them quickly. He grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her head off the floor with a sharp tug.

“I’m asking you again, nicely,” the emphasis on that word are nearly sinister, ” … who is your captain?”

“‘Tis me,” she spoke softly considering his face was directly in front of hers. He could feel the heat radiating from her body and a thin sheen was covering her face.

Good, he thought to himself, let her sweat. Let her body reveal her fear.

Ariana turned her head in the direction of his hand to alleviate the pain in her scalp. Immediately his eyes were drawn to the curve of her neck. He watched her muscles visibly strain against the force of his hand and felt his body respond. He had a sudden urge to press his lips against her neck, to press his teeth into her flesh. Unconsciously, he tightened his grip on her hair causing her to whimper.

“And who is ‘me‘?” William felt the corner of his lip lift in a half smile.

“Not much longer ’til dusk, captain.” William jumped at the sound of his lieutenant’s voice just to his left.

“Yes.” He smiled, “and not much longer until victory, my good sir.”

“Do you anticipate us being spotted, captain?” Lieutenant Alridge moved as William passed him on his way back to the helm of the naval ship, The Casque.

“No. Pirates are all alike. They’ll be drunk already, and in too much of a stupor to put up a fight by the time we reach them.” With a grin, William tossed Alridge the telescope and placed both his hands firmly on the helm. “We would have already been spotted, otherwise, and they would have sounded the alarm by now.” He caressed the wood beneath his palms in eager anticipation as he flashed his lieutenant another smile. William couldn’t wait to at the helm of The Integral.

It didn’t take long for The Casque to pull up alongside the two ships moored in the calm waters. Without a sound, the first wave of sailors disembarked onto the closest ship, The Integral. As the crew took posts and the scouts returned to report the ship completely devoid of human life, William gathered the best of his sailors to his side.

“Listen closely now, my lads. It’s late, and we can count that the vile scum on the second ship have drank themselves into oblivion by now. There’s no need for fighting, no need to shed our own blood. Quick deaths, silent deaths, to any and all you find aboard. Unless you have reason to believe they are one of us. Then have them trussed and placed on The Casque’s deck to await my orders. The only one I want left alone is the captain of the ship. He’s the one who stole The Integral and I wish to deal with him myself. Understood?”

The agreement was no more than a whisper or a nod from each man. Weapons drawn and nerves steeled, the crew of The Casque descended on the unsuspecting pirate crew. William boarded The Delfin and strode with confidence toward the captain’s quarters. His men were mere phantoms whispering past him, the occassional creak of wood or click of metal the only indicators anything was amiss. Pausing before the door to the captain’s cabin, William drew his sword from his scabbard. He then placed a well aimed kick at the door that shattered the latch as the door collapsed inward. Without pausing, he lunged into the center of the room, poised to strike.

And then he froze, a look of utter disbelief on his face.

Ariana lay face down on the large bed in all her drunken glory, a smile playing across her lips as she dreamed. With her weapons and clothing tossed every which way about the cabin, she lay on the bed wearing nothing but her pants and headscarf. The empty rum bottle still clutched in one hand accounted for the lack of response to the intruder now standing dumbfounded in the center of the room.

“He’s … a she?!” William whispered to himself. He couldn’t quite believe his eyes. A female pirate captain? Unconsciously, his eyes strayed down the curves of her body and he felt a vague reaction to her nearly undressed state. It unnerved him that his enemy was such an attractive specimen of the opposite gender, but he was a man with a mission. He covered the distance between him and the unresponsive body on the bed with heavy strides. In one fluid motion, William managed to flip Ariana over onto her back, pin her to the bed beneath him, and place the business end of his sword against the flesh of her throat.

Ariana O’Mohn stood at the helm of her new ship, The Integral, as the warm morning air of the Caribbean whistled by her ears unnoticed. Her attention was focused on guiding her ship closer to the vessel off her port side. The other ship was filthy and ill-repaired compared to The Integral, which was spotlessly clean and constantly held in tip-top shape. She sighed heavily as her eye perused the surface of the other ship – her ship. The Delfin had been hers for years until that bastard Black Lucas stole it from its moorings in Port Royal several months back. Naturally, she commandeered the first ship that came into sight and now she captained the Royal Navy’s The Integral. She smiled at the thought of being able to get her Delfin back. The smile broadened as she thought of all the ways she could extract her revenge from Black Lucas. They never had been on the best of terms, but the sentiment now bordered on hatred. Her loyal first mate stepped up next to the helm, watching Ariana quietly.

“Capt’n, I know you’ll be wantin’ to be aboard and afightin’, so ye migh-sa-well go’on,” Ian said as he replaced Ariana at the wheel. As Ariana passed by Ian, she nodded, grabbed her affects, and continued to the port side. She adjusted her garments and weapons just before the ships came within firing distance on each other. Turning to her crew, who were brimming with eager adrenaline, she shouted to them above the din of the wind and sea.

“T’ each his own, and fair shares!” she cried out and the crew cheered. She continued, “Ye may fire at will when ready! Prepare the grapples! Steady now!” She paused and glanced about for her personal prey, “And remember, what’s mine is mine, so hands off! And all captives are t’ be left alive and somewhat unharmed!” the crew laughed at the last sentence as the hooks sailed through the air and gunshots rang out across the choppy seas.

“Now … I know we’ve not been in each other’s favor, lass … but I … maybe you should … rethink all this …” Black Lucas’s voice went up a notch at each pause before finally trailing off. Ariana sashayed over towards the pirate, trailing the tip of her sword across the wood of the deck and smirking at his present condition. He was tied to an empty barrel, his face pressed against the wood, his shirt tied around his head, and his boots stuck into the back of his pants.

“Tha’s Captain Bloody O’Mohn to ye, Black Lucas. I’ll not have ye callin’ me a ‘lass’ in front of me crew.” Several of her crew laughed while others shifted from foot to foot, wanting to get on with the splitting of the loot now that the fighting had ended and they had come out triumphant. She lifted her sword and brought it down on the ropes binding Lucas to the barrel. She motioned him to stand up as he knelt in front of her, stunned. He knew she couldn’t possibly be releasing him like she did last time they met and she won the battle. After sheathing her sword, she stepped up to him, smiling deviously. She was only inches from his face at this point. With a flick of her wrist, a dagger slid into her hand and with another flick of her wrist, she buried it inside Lucas’ abdomen, just above his groin.

“Trick me once, shame on you; trick me twice, shame on me. I won’ be givin’ ye th’ chance t’ trick me again, Black Lucas. You committed th’ worst crime against me, ye stole my ship.” She pulled the dagger up sharply, gutting him from groin to sternum. Ariana pulled out the dagger, flipped it around, and slammed the hilt into his shoulder, unbalancing his body. She stepped back as he slowly toppled over the railing. A hush fell over the crew as a loud splash signaled the end to Black Lucas. Cheers went up as the crew scattered to get The Delfin ready to sail. Ariana looked down at the gore splattered across the boards of the already unclean deck and shook the blood from her hand.

“Get this disgustin’ mess off my deck! NOW!” Captain Bloody O’Mohn stomped to the helm of her beloved ship, oblivious to the men that were already carrying out her orders. She flashed a smile to her firstmate Ian as she approached the helm. “Go on now. ‘elp th’ rest load up The Delfin. Tell ‘em I want the ship ready to sail by morn’, and tell ‘em to leave th’ other ship to the gods of the sea and wind.”

“No sinkin’ or burnin’ or ‘splodin’ this one, aye?”

“Aye.” Ariana turned from the man and to the horizon. She stood there for several hours, the two ships at a standstill, seldom moving from her spot, watching the crew, her loyal crew, unload The Integral and move the goods to The Delfin.