Nobody Likes Fairytale Pirates (51 page)

“I understand.”  He said softly.  “You
can trust me, Rance.  I won’t let you down.”

“You never have and you never
will.”  She agreed.  She slid off the blindfold and tossed it aside.

Uriah looked deeply into her
captivating eyes, still large and wonderful, but now a stunning shade of ethereal
blue which seemed to almost be alit from within.  Mysterious pools of pale color,
unseeing but still able to convey his partner’s emotions quite well somehow.  He
was
not
used to her having eyes and he found the novelty surprisingly
intimate and exciting.

“Well?”  She asked, uncertainty and
fear in her tone.  She shifted her weight awkwardly, bracing herself for bad
news.  “How… how bad is it?”

“Not creepy at all.”  He ran his
hand down her face.  “You have beautiful eyes, Dove.  I very much like them,
actually.  They’re now blue, by the way.”

“Oh…”  She laughed in nervous
relief, evidently expecting him to be repulsed or something.  “It feels weird
to have them open.”  She laughed again, opening and closing the scarred lids as
if to practice the forgotten habit.  “I’m not used to using those muscles now.”

“Thank you.”  He kissed her
forehead.  “Do you have to put the blindfold back on?”

“What, you mean
ever
?”  She
shrugged.  “Well, I can’t really see the sun, so I could be looking right at it
and not know.  So I really need it to keep my eyes from being burned when I’m
outside.”

“But inside?  With me?”

“I don’t have to if you don’t want
me to, no.”  She shook her head.

“I like it.  I like seeing all of you. 
Plus, the mix of your dark hair and bright blue eyes is
quite
striking,
Dove.”  He leaned closer to her.  “Not that their previous color wasn’t also
entirely pleasurable, but I’ve
always
been partial to blue-eyed women.” 
He lowered his tone.  “
Very
partial.”

“Well, then this whole blindness thing
worked out for you then.”

“Yeah, couldn’t have planned it better.” 
He took the priceless silver chains from around her neck and absently tossed
them onto the nightstand.  He had more important things to concern himself with
than unimaginable wealth.  He refocused on her naked body.  “So…’mine,’ huh?”

She spread her arms wide as if
presenting herself as a gift.  “Yours.”  She paused for a moment, her voice
becoming more serious.  “You will
always
have all of me.”

“I belong to you.”  He said,
running his hand through her soft hair.

“And I belong to you, Uriah.”  She purred
back.  “Always.”  She rested her cheek on his palm.  “Always.”

According to the laws of the
Grizzwood, they were thus married. 

It was
exactly
how he’d
always wanted his wedding ceremony to be.

It was perfect.

He was fairly certain that his
partner was unaware of that particular aspect of his people’s culture, but he’d
tell her later.  She would either find it funny or would kick his ass.  And
either way, it was bound to be entertaining.

Every aspect of life with his
quartermaster, partner, soulmate and new bride was fun.

She was a miraculous woman.

He wrapped his arms around her,
pulling him towards her.

She climbed into his arms,
straddling him.  “Okay,” she kissed him hungrily, “I’m not quite sure here.” 
She mumbled around kisses.  “I had a plan, but it’s getting shot to hell.”

He kissed her neck, his hands
caressing her back and rear.  “However you want.”  He began to nibble on her
earlobe.  “You always have good ideas.”

“It’s going to mean stopping for a
minute.”  She gasped, arching against him.

“Scratch that: your ideas suck.” 
He moved to kiss her breasts.

“Yep.”  She agreed a little too
quickly.  “Exactly.”

He paused in confusion.  “Huh?”

“I think I made you a promise a
little while ago, remember?”

“I don’t remember my own name right
now.”  He went back to kissing her chest.  “I think it begins with a ‘D’.”

She shifted in his arms.  “I told
you that if you got us out of the Wasteland, I’d help you ‘master my tongue,’
remember?” 

He was no longer capable of speaking
and managed only a soft hoarse squeaking sound.

“And in case that was too subtle
for you,” she shook her head, “I’m not a linguist, Uriah.”

He tried to reply, but he wasn’t
capable of making
any
sound now.

Ransom seemed to enjoy that
reaction, taking it as an affirmation of her plan.  “Do you know the best part
about dating a blind girl?”  She moved on his lap.  “My primary senses are hearing,”
she leaned forward to softly whisper “I love you” and several dirtier things in
his ear, then got off his lap, “touch,” she ran her hand up and down the length
of him until he felt like he was going to explode, “and
taste
.”  She
paused meaningfully and to let the anticipation build.  Then his partner and the
love of his life slid his body into her warm mouth, and the pleasure reached
all the way to Uriah’s damaged soul.

He wanted to tell her how much he
loved her and how good it felt.  Perhaps comment on how beautiful she was.

But none of that was an option.

Instead, all he could get out was
incoherent moans and grunts as his partner made him feel things he never knew
were possible.

“Please…”  He grabbed the back of
her head to push himself deeper, then thought better of it and removed his
hand, letting her set the pace.  “Sorry…  I just…  Adithian is such a
beautiful
tongue…”

He was rewarded for his restraint, her
mouth taking him in as deeply as she could, welcoming him to the back of her
throat.  Her lips sealed around him and she made a contented hum of pure
pleasure which almost sent him over the edge.

He began to swear in Grizzwoodian,
feeling like he was breaking apart and loving every second.

Ransom began to touch herself and
he tilted his head to the side, trying desperately to get a better view of her
hand as it moved and rubbed her damp body.  Her fingers played over her flesh
matter-of-factly, obviously for her own pleasure rather than for his benefit. 
There was something so erotic about that though, watching her enjoy doing this
to him…

Something so incredible about the
feeling of her tongue gently massaging his body as her mouth suckled him…

So intimate and forbidden about
being allowed to watch his partner touch herself like that… 

It was too much for him to bear.

His hands fisted in her hair,
looking down at her face as he climaxed, his entire body surging with lust and
pleasure and love.  As always, his primary goal when touching her was not to
hurt her.  He tried desperately to be gentle, keeping his hips from thrusting
forward and choking her with his body.  He was fighting a mostly losing battle
in this particular case though and his body moved of its own accord, pushing
into her deeper.

She didn’t appear to mind.

When his climax finally ebbed, he
gently ran his hand down her cheek, his body still filling her mouth as she
continued to touch herself, her hand moving faster.

He tilted his head to the side
again, wishing his own body wasn’t in the way, trying to memorize every single detail
of what she was doing for future review.

Her hips pressed against her palm
urgently, trying to bring about her own orgasm as quickly as possible, her
teeth and lips gently gripping his body and making him hard again.  His partner
pursued her goal with the same intensity and determination which she went after
everything, and was obviously frustrated that it was taking so long.  Her
movements got less businesslike and more frantic, her breathe coming in pants.

“Do you want me to help?”  He asked
her, his voice heavy with lust and pleasure.  “I know you hate it when I try to
help you, but in this case…”

She nodded and mumbled something
around his body which may or may have not been “please.”

He reached down and began to
massage her breasts, while telling her all the things he wanted to say
earlier.  How beautiful she looked and how good what she was doing felt and how
much he loved her.

The movement of her hand became even
more desperate, like her life was on the line.

He longed to just push it out of
the way and finish for her.  “You know, not to brag, but I made you come in
half
this time when it was
my hand
touching you, Dove.  My fingers inside your
sweet warmth…”  He swallowed, thinking about how incredible she felt in his
hands.  “Still, if I had to be better than you at something, you have no idea
how thrilled I am to find that it’s pleasuring your body.”  He
really
wanted
to do it for her, but he got the sense that wasn’t what she wanted.  Like
everything else in her life, she wanted to do it herself.  So, instead, he
gently pinched one of her stiffened nipples and pressed his body further into
her mouth in the same motion.

She came.

Her entire body shuddered and
rocked back onto her heels, a muffled moan of pleasure escaping her lips and
traveling through his own body like lightning.

The sound made it all the more
difficult to be gentle.

She took a moment, then started to
finish up with him.

“Slow…”  He breathed, a note of
urgent need in his tone, feeling like he was ready to go again, but recognizing
that if it did, he wouldn’t be able to do what he wanted to do next.  But that
didn’t mean he couldn’t savor the experience while she offered it.  “Please…
can you do it slow?”

She complied, continuing to suckle
him while slowly pulling him free of her mouth, her head tilted back so he
could watch as his body made its way out of her mouth.  She held him there for
a moment, then pulled free and swallowed.

She stood up, breathing hard, a
smile curving her beautiful mouth.  “I don’t know how that was for
you
,
but my knees are still shaking.  I mean… wow.”  She let out an excited breath. 
“And I am not a girl who usually can bring myself to a big climax like that.” 
She nodded, looking rather proud of the achievement.  “I think you inspire me.”

“You know, you and I have talked
about a lot of things over the years, some important, some trivial, but this is
now my all-time favorite topic of conversation.”  He nodded, his voice
serious.  “Yes.  Yes, let’s please discuss you touching yourself.  I want to
know what you like and what you don’t like, and why.  I want to know what you
think about while you’re doing it...” 

“Well, that’s pretty obvious, dumbass,
considering who I’m in love with.”

“…and how often you partake of the
practice.  I want details, demonstrations, and interesting anecdotes about
memorable occasions.  I want to know absolutely everything about this previously
hidden part of your life.  Then we’ll discuss and experiment, as a team.”  He
nodded.  “Seriously.  Like, any time there is a pause in a conversation from
now on, just feel free to pepper it with information about this all-important
issue.  There is no situation which can’t be made better by hearing about it.” 
He tried to sound persuasive.  “And I mean that.”

She snorted in laughter.  “I’ll
keep that in mind.” 

He touched her face again.  “Tomorrow,
you’re going to show me.”

Her eyebrows rose.  “Huh?”

“You’re going to show me.”  He
repeated urgently.  “I couldn’t see very well today, so I want to see it again.”

“Oh.”  She was silent for a moment
as she considered that, then shrugged.  “Okay.”  There was a slight tinge of
embarrassment in her voice, which melted his heart.  He found it utterly
adorable
for some reason.

“Promise me.”

She cleared her throat.  “You… you
have all of me.  And I swear to you, Uriah, tomorrow, I will show you whatever
you want to watch.  Limited only by my body’s flexibility and your depravity,
which considering that my audience is a pirate, I anticipate being quite substantial.”

“That would be a good guess.”  He
nodded seriously.  “You’ve always had all of me, and all of me enjoys watching
all of you.”

“Huh.”  She smiled in amusement. 
“Well, that will be interesting.  I’m actually kind of excited about that. 
It’s kind of…
wrong
.”  She flashed a dazzling smile.  “I
like
wrong,
when it’s with you.”  She paused, the smile fading and she looked almost
uncertain for some reason.  “But, no, really, how was this?  Like today, how
was… you know…” she gestured back and forth between them, “this?  Because I
thought it’s been
incredible
so far, but obviously, I’m biased.  I mean,
yes, I know I couldn’t quite synchronize our… you know… but I’ll work on it,
I’m still learning.  But other than that?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but
realized that he simply wanted her too much.  He grabbed her again, pulling her
back into his arms.

“I’ll take that as a: ‘It was good,
Rance.  But I think you can do better next time.’”  She laughed, wrapping her
arms around him.

“In all honesty… I can’t possibly see
how.”

“I’ll think of something.  I like a
challenge.”  She turned her head so he could kiss her neck again, his hand
running up her leg and wrapping around her knee.  “I realize that the nature of
our partnership, where you’re in charge of battles and I’m in charge of
long-term planning, doesn’t really cover the bedroom,” she arched a meaningful
eyebrow, “but I think I just proved that I should be in charge here.”  She
nodded persuasively.  “I’m dedicated to this.  I think I’m fairly good at it. 
And if you tell me what you like, I’m willing to put in the time and effort to
get better at it.”

He took her hand and put her damp
fingers into his mouth, relishing the taste of his partner’s body.  “Your
qualifications have been proven to my immeasurable and orgiastic satisfaction.” 
He pulled her against him tighter.  “As always, I am putty in your capable yet
supple hands.  You have my permission to use my body however would make you
feel the best.”