Jewels of the Isle ~ Topaz

"I could easily come to regret that we drew the long straws, for this cursed jaunt isna as easy as I'd be thinkin'." The words were an effort to get out. Lockton brought down the blade of his sword, his breathing heavy. Repeatedly, his muscled arm swung in mighty arcs and the sharp edge he wielded sliced through the broad leaves.

It seemed to Lockton that he and Jacks were making little progress. For hours, they had hacked their way through the dense foliage surrounding the island's interior, looking for its inhabitants—or their captain.

Stomping on several branches to help clear their path, Jacks voiced a variation of the same refrain he'd been fixed on since they rowed ashore that morning. "In sooth! I surely hope we find us a treasure like what the captain spied. Ever since he jumped ship to sample those fleshly delights, I've been wantin' a taste of me own."

Lockton almost laughed at the youth's eagerness. Jacks was barely eighteen and had been at sea for most of his life. Lockton would be surprised to discover the lad had dipped his wick more than a few times, much less knew how to do it right. Fleshly delights, indeed. They'd be lucky if they found wild game suitable to fill their bellies in this thick forest, much less a willing woman.

"How 'bout it, Lockton? Are ya not also hankerin' for a wench?"

In response, he grunted, not wanting to expend his energy conversing further. Close to thirty, his own body knew quite well what he'd been missing the last few months while serving onboard The Maiden's Surrender.

Women and release. Two things he couldn't wait to find. For him, they went hand in hand. Neither had he been willing to take himself in hand to provide the latter. For he didn't enjoy one without the other.

A faint noise had the motions of his sword slowing.

"Do ye hear that now, lad?" he asked, stilling.

Jacks cocked his head a moment, then smiled. "Do ya think we're approachin' a waterfall?"

"I do at that."

"Jus' think...fresh water. My mouth's waterin' at the thought!" Jacks exclaimed enthusiastically.

Excitement renewing their effort, they worked their way through the brush, heading toward the sound. After a few moments, they reached the edge of a clearing. Silently easing through the copse of trees, Lockton stood stock still, staring in astonishment at the two beauties that lay before him.

Jacks reached his side a second later and a low whistle escaped his lips. "Sooth! What do ya make of that?"

Lockton's cock knew exactly what to make of it. A roaring good time, if he didn't miss his guess. Glancing around to ensure the females were alone, he strode into the clearing, still brandishing his sword. "Ahoy, lasses."

With a shriek, the younger of the two jumped upright, her naked, nubile body glistening from the gentle spray of the waterfall that misted the rocky area. Her eyes widened in surprise. She turned and dove into the water.

A little slower, the other lass stood, taking a moment to cover her lush curves with the woven blanket she'd been lying upon. Braver than the other, this woman walked toward him, her head held high.

At the sight of her confident manner, his cock expanded. She was magnificent. Almost black, her damp hair fell against her shoulder in a thick braid that reached past her waist. Her skin was tinted from exposure to the sun. Unlike the milkwater misses and insipid lasses that had plagued him back home, this woman's daring stride brought her directly to him.

"And who might you be, pray tell?" she asked, her beautiful turquoise eyes inspecting his form.

The wee lass surfaced with a splash, drawing his attention. She remained submerged up to her neck and watched him and Jacks with those still-wide eyes, fear emanating from her every pore. Never wanting to deal with shy or intimidated females, it was easy to focus on the prime one standing directly in front of him.

He sheathed his sword and sketched a bow. "Leonard Lockton. I am at your service, milady."

When Jacks remained silent, Lockton straightened and nudged his shoulder. They might be in the wilds of beyond, but that didn't give them leave to act uncivilized.

"An' I'm Jacks. Ma'am." The poor boy's voice squeaked on the last word. "I'm right honored to meet such a lovely vision. An' ya too, miss," he called to the one in the water.

"Might I have the pleasure of knowin' your name, lass?" Lockton asked the amazing woman before him.

"Topaz," she said stiffly, looking from him to Jacks. Dismissing the boy, she turned to him, stepping closer. Running her tongue over her full bottom lip, she said, "What a fine, strapping man you appear, Mister Lockton. What say you? Are you a mirage? Or an oasis? Sent here to tempt and tease? Pray tell, what is our father up to now?"

"Well, lass," Lockton told her, fighting an overpowering need to pull aside the blanket covering her form. "I do not know what ye be speakin' of, for our ship has just arrived."

"My father didn't send you to retrieve us?"

"Nay."

Pleasure flared in her unusually colored eyes and she called to the lass still in the water. "Amé? You'll be all right without me? Alas, I find a sudden need to gather coconuts."

"Gather coconuts?" He laughed. "Is that what they be callin' it these days?"

The woman reached out and curled her long fingers around his upper arm, squeezing his heavily muscled biceps, which sent a direct line of fire straight to his groin and doused his mirth faster than a sighting of the Royal Navy.

"And this gentleman is going to help me. Isn't that right, sir?" she asked, raking her nails across his arm.

"God's mercy, Topaz!" the girl in the water squealed. "You cannot just leave me."

The woman named Topaz looked at Jacks. "You harm a single hair on her head and I'll cut off your bodkin and feed it to the sharks."

Jacks flushed beneath his tan and nodded, looking duly intimidated. "Aye." The poor boy gulped. "She'll not come to harm from me. I swear."

The woman nodded and whipped off the blanket, revealing her gloriously nude body to his gaze. She handed the fabric to Jacks. "Here, young sir. Give this to Amé. I daresay Mister Lockton and I will return...eventually."

Turning to him, her naked body only inches away, she gripped his hand and pulled him toward a small path that led in the opposite direction from which they had just come.

It appeared like the captain wasn't the only one finding a treasure on this isle.

The delicate flesh between her thighs swelled with desire for the big man following her to privacy. Topaz couldn't believe her good fortune, for not only was there finally a man present upon this godforsaken isle, but a strong, brawny one at that.

As she walked through the brush, minding her steps on the uneven ground, she felt his eyes boring into her bare backside. In response, moisture flooded her quim. Aye, life on the island was about to improve immensely. Smiling her pleasure, she shot him a flirtatious glance over her shoulder. "Are you a pirate?"

She hoped so. The wicked tales of pirates and their exploits filled the papers back home. Reading them had brought to mind more than one fanciful fantasy of being filled by a dashing pirate. Her nipples cried out for relief and she pinched them, so excited she could barely walk.

Given her relatively ordinary existence—before being marooned on this island with her sisters—this was the most exciting thing that had happened to her. This impossibly sexy man brought new meaning to the word excitement. Oh, how she couldn't wait to have him inside her.

"I prefer to be given the appellation of privateer," he answered in a lilting voice, stopping and pulling her back against his broad chest. "How much farther are ye plannin' on takin' me, lass?"

Topaz purred and rested her bottom against his groin. "As far as you're willin' to go."

His shaft pushed along her back, its length and breadth impressive. The man's large hands reached around and cupped the weight of her breasts, his fingertips plucking at her nipples.

She sighed and sank into him. "Alas, that 'tis the way. Only..." She tilted her head to peer up at him. "I've been without a man for far too long. I think you're moving a mite slow, for a fine and strong privateer."

"Do ye now?" he asked near her ear, his tongue swiping the outside curve. The pressure created sensations that streaked through her stomach and landed between her thighs. His lips settled upon the lobe of her ear and he sucked the flesh into his mouth, biting down lightly.

She arched into him and pressed his hands more firmly against her breasts, thrusting her nipples into his palms. "Lockton, was it?" At his sound of affirmation, Topaz forged ahead. "If I give you whatever you require the second time, may I have your permission to direct the course of our first encounter?"

His lips released her ear and he slid his hands from her breasts, slowly gliding them down her torso, teasing her with their leisurely approach to her sex.

"Ye be sayin' I'll get me a second time?" he asked.

"Aye, and mayhap a third and fourth, too," she almost panted the words, desire riding her and making her desperate.

"Ye have me intrigued, lass." He tantalized, his fingers brushing over the hair that covered her mons, but not fully touching her. "Were I to give ye leave to offer direction, what would ye have me be doin' next?"

A thrill shot through her at his acquiescence. "Part my folds. Fill me with your fingers."

He did as instructed, his touch moving gently between her legs to delve through her curls and spread her labia. Behind her, his chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing. The motion caused her back to move in tandem with his body, creating friction from the hair on his chest. She swayed against him, delighting in the feel of his male form and texture.

One of his long fingers entered her. The digit slowly filled her quim and she gripped it with her muscles, clenching and relaxing, luxuriating in the knowledge of what was to come. "Aye, my good man...like that," she breathed, slowly rolling her hips.

"Lockton," he growled, pressing another finger inside her and rubbing just above the entrance with his thumb. "Remember who it is that pleasures ye lass, for I'm not to be confused with another."

"Nay," she said, riding his hand and enjoying the feel of someone other than herself paying due attention to the bud of nerves so long denied. "Lockton," she said deliberately. "Shed your clothes for me."

At the order, his fingers stilled and slid from her, leaving her empty.

"When you're done, come to me," she told him, stepping a few feet away where she crouched upon the ground, moving leaves and branches to clear a space for her knees and palms. Bending so that her arse faced him, she waited for him to approach, breathing heavily. At the sound of him disrobing, her pipkin dripped with desire. She closed her eyes and savored the anticipation.

Finally, after months of solitude, she was going to find satisfaction. And from a rough-hewn man far superior to the weak-willed pansies her father would see them all wed to if he had his say. When all she heard were the sounds of the birds and wind ruffling through the leaves, she opened her eyes, about to call out.

Suddenly, she sensed Lockton standing near.

"Awaiting your direction, I am, milady," he said, the inflection in his words more evident than before.

She stretched like a cat, thrusting her bottom higher in the air.

He stubbornly refused her invitation. She saw his shadow next to hers. Standing tall, his body was as still as stone.

The muscles in her vagina spasmed and she found her voice. "Lockton. I would have you take me now. You may—"

He took one step forward and she commanded, "Wait! I was not finished speaking."

He halted. "Aye?"

"Do not spare me your passion. If you desire it, so shall I. I would feel your hand upon the cheeks of my arse, your finger upon my clit, your cock within my quim, your mouth upon—"

With a howl that rivaled those of the wild monkeys inhabiting the island, he lunged at her, falling to his knees and filling his hands with the globes of her backside.

Satisfaction roared through her and she lowered her face to the ground, resting it upon her bent arms. "More, Lockton. Give me what you—"

Her words were cut off by a sharp slap to her bottom.

Oh, aye, he read her aright.

Behind her, he reigned gently stinging blows to her buttocks and thighs, warming the entire area. A fierce wave of arousal rushed through her. Giving herself up to whatever he chose to do next, Topaz exhaled, reveling in the gentle sting of his hands upon either side of her arse. The muscles in her quim clenched, wanting more.

Her hips bucked, backing into his slaps. Over her shoulder, her hair hung down, the end of her braid trailing in the dirt, waving in time with the jerky motions of her body. Her fingers dug into the ground and she bit her lip, trying to hold in her release. "Alas, Lockton, you can direct the eighth, ninth, and tenth times, too," she gasped out rashly, her pleasure intense.

He growled. "Aye, lass, that I will."

After a few moments, his hands stilled, molding the flesh he'd paddled until the touch of his tongue replaced that of his hands and he trailed his mouth over her heated skin, alternately licking, sucking, and biting the flesh of her bottom.

She reached between her legs to stroke herself, but he intercepted her hand and returned it to its position on the ground.

"No lass, that is mine to be touchin'. I'm savin' it for later." The words whispered across her back as he knelt over her, sliding his erection across her buttocks. After teasing her with the tender touch of his cock, he slapped her with it several times.

"Have ye any further directives to give me, milady?"

"Aye. Make haste, Lockton. I grow weary of waiting for you to fill me."

With a purely masculine chuckle, he ran the head of his penis along the crevice of her arse, parting the swollen folds of her quim. She felt her feminine juices flood her entrance, knowing he was so close. She rocked against him, angling her pelvis until the engorged tip of his strong phallus entered her body.

Ahhh, sweet blessed relief. Finally! One smooth thrust and he was embedded fully, filling the hungry heart of her. By the King, he was massive. Or, mayhap she'd simply been without for so long. The sensation of his tremendous organ within her satisfied some lonely, longing part of her that had barely existed on this godforsaken isle.

She moved against him, sliding her inner muscles along the generous length of his cock. It wasn't enough. The tension within her pipkin increased, making her buck against him in an uncontrollable frenzy.

"Slower, lass. We've all the time in the world." His hands bracketed her waist, restraining her wild movements and holding her hips steady as he thrust into her methodically. The rhythmic sound of his ballocks slapping against her quim filled the air. She heard the echo a moment after each wondrous contact.

Squeezing him tightly with the walls of her vagina, she lunged forward and back repeatedly, her complete concentration centered on his plunging penis and the sensations it created within her. Suddenly, his hands left her waist and he leaned over her back, his hairy chest resting upon her smooth skin and pressing her closer toward the ground. She arched into him and he licked her shoulder while one of his hands skirted her torso and palmed her breast. His other hand reached around her thigh and dove between her legs.

"Aye." The ragged word barely escaped past her lips, so focused was she on the feel of his fingers rubbing in circles upon her clitoris. He timed the thrusting motion of his hips with the rotating pattern of his fingers. She went insane, the dual pleasure growing until, with a shrill scream, all of her muscles tensed at once. A second later, they tightened further, before spontaneously relaxing, and she came in a gushing flood of release which poured out over his fingers and cock.

His teeth sank into her shoulder and he growled his pleasure as he erupted inside her quim, filling her with his essence.

"Aye, lass," he murmured, not stopping the motion of his fingers. "Topaz, ye are definitely more than I bargained for when we dropped anchor yesterday."

Languidly, he thrust inside of her several times, bathing her shoulder with his tongue. "I do believe I'm ready to be droppin' me own anchor once again."

Surprisingly, his cock remained hard and he pulled out of her, only to turn her around and pull her on top of him.

Oh, aye, Topaz thought, gazing at his muscled, brawny form, this pirate could plunder her any day.