Hi! Lady Writer here. This is the second time I send this; hopefully I’ll see it up now. *happyface* Anyway, thanks for calling me ‘wonderful’ though I’m far from that. And, yes; here’s the Fanfic this lovely Anonymous requested from me. The title is Forgiveness. Much love, dearests! And let me know if you liked the surprise!
PS. I’m a girl.
You didn’t like it. Not in the least.
The British King had offered his forgiveness for all crimes committed during their entire lifetime to most pirates there, and some had agreed to cooperate. Only thing is, the price is a little too high for some people. Most of them don’t want to sell their own friends and comrades in order to obtain their own freedom.
He is one of them.
Charles Vane is standing in front of you, head titled to one side cockily, one hand on the belt around his waist and with a scold in his features. You have to admit he is so, so hot even with his greasy look… which you love, if you must be honest with yourself mainly because no one can hear your thoughts.
“I won’t surrender just ‘cause an old timer says I should!” he exclaims.
“I’m not saying you must…” you start hesitantly. Fucking Hell, being the link in between the Crown and the pirates ain’t an easy task. Not that the latter are doing anything to make it easier for you, of course. “…but you should, because your life would be spared and you wouldn’t have to fight everywhere you go to. Besides…”
“And what if I want to fight?!” he interrupts you, almost yelling.
“Then, you should surrender too because it will be easier to pick a fight without the risk of dying in it.” you finish cheekily, a grin on your face as you see how quickly his expression changes from annoyance to surprise.
“Fucking Hell…” he swears.
If your mother had heard him, she’ll be by now having his mouth washed with water and soup, literally too. Your dear mommy was a fighter, and you had it in you, too. But you couldn’t fight with someone as attractive as him.
Not to mention your want to get out alive.
“Leave the lady alone, Vane.”
“Oooohhh, see who’s come to play.” Charles teases as a black haired man walks towards you.
This newcomer has attitude, a long coat similar to Vane’s (is there a rule in the pirate code which says they all have to have one or what?) and holds his gaze in a demeanor you can only describe as ‘used to being in control’.
“Excuse me, who are you?” you ask.
“I’m Benjamin Hornigold, dear.” he bowed his head slightly at you, and you fight your body’s urge to blush at such a gentleman-ish thing. “I heard you’re the one that sells forgiveness?”
“Umm… yeah… I kind of do that…” Fuck him and his handsomeness. “Umm… what do you want…?”
What a stupid thing to say! you think. Obviously he wants the Crown’s aid! Or else he wouldn’t be here, and definitely not asking for ME!
“I want to sign the paper, or whatever it is that you give to the ones that accept your proposition, crazy lady.”
“WHAT! I’m not a crazy lady!” you snap without even realizing it.
“Yeah, sure…” Benjamin says, getting closer to you, one hand gripping the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. “Oh, lookey here.”
“Ain’t she adorable?” Vane asks then, going closer to you two until you had both of them in front of you, their eyes roaming your body hungrily. “Betcha she screams.”
“No bet; my money’s on the same.” Benjamin threatens him.
Suddenly, you find yourself being carried over Charles’ shoulder as if you were nothing but another bag full of money that he stole from whatever place. You, very dignifiedly, try to protest, but a smack to your butt makes you yelp instead.
“Quiet.” Benjamin threatens you in a low growl. That turns you on like Hell, and you shiver in Charles’ arms. Then, he’s putting you down.
Realizing that your skirt was up to your waist the full time, thus displaying all of your body and silky underwear to them and possibly a lot of eyes more, you tug it down desperately, as if it would erase your almost-nakedness from their memories.
Obviously, it does nothing but make them chuckle rather darkly.
Vane kisses your neck hungrily, and you moan. Duh! He’s hot! Why not? So when Benjamin decides to join him on the other side of your neck, you moan twice as much as you would do with just one of them paying attention to you.
Your hands move on their own accord when they slip off Vane’s coat, letting you see the once white shirt, which color is more like a pale yellow, if anything. One thing in favor of Benjamin Hornigold: he has a cleaner looking shirt. But both of them are opened to the middle of their chest, something you love.
You’d love it more if they were off.
And that is what you do next, forcing Charles to lose his shirt while Benjamin tries to kiss your lips. Once you can see Vane’s chest, though, you moan into the other man’s mouth as your lips open for him. His tongue darts inside your sweet crevice, and he roams you thoroughly, occasionally brushing your tongue with his. He lets you have some seconds to breathe while Charles undoes your top and takes it partially off; but he grunts in disapproval when he’s unable to remove it by raising it up your head because all your attention is focused in Benjamin’s kisses again.
This time, he mimics sex with his tongue, entering and retreating from your mouth, leaving you without the air you had held in for the make-out session.
Vane forces you two to end the kiss, and then you feel Benjamin’s lips being replaced with Charles’.
You have absolutely no problem with that.
Your skirt is being set aside from your legs, and a set of long fingers in currently running up and down your thigh, teasing you. Moaning, you retreat from Vane just to look down to his chest and run a hand over his muscles. He growls low in his throat when you ‘accidentally’ brush over his nipples, and you smile.
“Oops…” you mutter.
“Isn’t she devilish?” Benjamin wants to know.
“Fuck her and then tell me.” is the angry response.
“Very gladly; was going to with or without you here.” Hornigold teases back.
You feel almost elapsed while they throw dirty looks to one another.
But then both of them are running their fingers over your body. Charles’s are on your breasts, and you can tell he loves himself a good pair – like the one you have – because he’s very soon groaning some more and lowering his head to suck at your pink nipples. You take the gesture as graciously as you can. And that means you moan, your breathe catches in your throat, you close your eyes for a moment.
And then open them suddenly because you have completely forgotten Benjamin’s fingers on your thighs, inside your panties.
You shout again when he works wonders over your wet clit. But when did you become so… drenched, because you know you’re wetter than the oceans their ships sail?
No idea, but might as well make the best out of it. So, Benjamin, you better don’t leave me hanging over here or I’ll surely whip your ass!
…pretty tanned ass, by the way.
When did he lower his pants and kneel in front of you?!?! This is getting out of control! You feel like you need to focus more; who knows what they could do to you if you just bliss out again!
“Ooh, look at her.” Benjamin calls you from in between your thighs. “Don’t you wanna cum, sweetheart?”
“Would you make me…?” you ask, hope evident in your shaky voice.
“Ha! Can’t believe she’s demanding!” exclaims Vane, squeezing both your breasts in his hands, making you moan loudly.
“I’m not… demanding…” you mumble. “I’m just… ahh… pl-ple-ead-di-ing…”
Judging from the way they smirk, Benjamin Hornigold and Charles Vane know the effect they have on you. Those bastards… bastards you love anyway.
Your panties are off in a matter of seconds, and then you have Vane in front of you while your back’s pushed against Benjamin’s muscular chest. You feel practically in Heaven, and then you sense Vane’s cock pressing against your slit.
You blush, slowly opening your legs. Vane holds his cock in his hand, leading it to your core, letting his engorged head brush against your clit just to make you shiver in between Benjamin’s well-built arms. He’s holding you in place while Charles decides to have you as you are in this very second.
You shriek as he’s pressed directly to your sweet spot with his first trust.
He doesn’t start gently; he applies full force and headed on right from the start, making you scream his name not only because he’s so fucking good at lovemaking but also because a part of you had half expected him to be not as rude as he may seem at first sight.
Fuck, you were SO wrong…
Benjamin, on the other hand, is slowly pressing against your ass, letting you fall nearer and farer from his pride as Charles blindly thrusts away, probably wanting his own orgasm and not yours. Then again, when Benjamin does enter you, Vane’s speed reduces.
Maybe because you screamed in pain when the flared head was in you for the first time.
Now don’t get everything wrong; you are strong. Just, you’re not used to this treatment, not on both sides anyway. So it’s no surprise (to you) when he cannot continue going in for several moments, forcing Charles to stop too. And that made him growl.
That turns you on; that he’s frustrated enough to roar in that masculine manner, urging you to cum all over him… something that has started to sound so good you can’t wait to do it. Want Benjamin to feel it, too.
So there’s nothing you can do aside from letting them pound into you. And that sounds so nice. After all, you’ve spent all day trying to convince pirates to take the offer made by the King; so animalistic abandon with two handsome men pleasuring you is exactly what you need.
It doesn’t matter if you have learnt the name of one of them just moments before your little rest started. It doesn’t matter if you’ll have to carry on convincing pirates for many days more before getting paid for it. Not as long as this pleasure stays with you.
Both thrust at different speed and rhythm, but you let them. One of your arms goes around Charles’ neck, bringing him closer to your lips. You kiss him as deeply as you can while your other arm sneaks behind, to Benjamin’s form, keeping his head leant on your shoulder, so close to your neck you can feel his lips lightly caressing your skin every time he thrusts in.
Charles and Benjamin are groaning, and you’re moaning. You don’t know for how long you’ll be able to hold your orgasm in, because it’s building so fast… faster faster faster.
Almost as much as the speed they now do you at; both have become reckless, knowing you all have little time left before someone hears and catches you; mainly because you’re still out in the open. Not inside a building. Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
All they’re doing.
All that’s on your mind.
All you care about.
And then a sudden image white decorated with little colorful explosions, and the seas over Charles’ pride.
When they hold you in between them, letting the three orgasms wear off slightly before even trying to move, and you can swear you’ve never had one as potent as this one. Never had them both double-teaming on you either. Maybe that’s why. Who knows? Definetely not post-orgasmic you.
“Gr… she’s so fucking… tight…” Charles growls. “Never thought… she’d be so…”
“Enjoyable?” asks Benjamin. “I know… I’m… surprised… too.”
Knowing that they’re panting because of you feels so good, and you just mewl in between their arms as they retreat, liquid exiting your body from the front and the back at the same time, letting them and you know just now exactly how much they came inside. And you’re dripping because you, of course, came too.
“I’ll sign now, m’lady.” Benjamin says when he dresses.
“But I won’t.” Charles explains as he does the same.
“WHAT?!” you try to shout, but it comes out as a ragged moan instead. This only makes you angrier. “After all I did for…!”
“You did nothing; we fucked you.” Benjamin settles firmly.
“But…!”
“Yes you have one.” Charles teases.
“Fuck you!” you shout, trying to get away while Charles’ hands fall on you again, this time to dress you.
“Oh, he just got fucked. And he enjoyed it!” stated Benjamin.
You just give out a puff, sighing, as they walk away casually, as if nothing happened. Fucking pirates.
Yes, fucking pirates. Who thought it was this pleasurable.
