Knox (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) (174 page)

His fate would not be much better if his superiors found out. To offer refuge or comfort to a pirate was to become one yourself. If his commander found out, he’d be tied to the mast and flogged bloody, and that was if the officer was feeling merciful.

Off to the west, the sun made it’s last hurrah as it began to sink into its own molten orange reflection. I collected a bundle of the palm fronds and made two beds. We couldn’t light a fire: that would draw too much attention.

“Do you have a plan, Fentin?” I said, watching him as he sat on the green palm leaves.

He lazily plucked at the long leaves, holding one in his fingers and looking at it. “Aye, I do,” he said. “My ship was on patrol, and was set to rendezvous with her sister ship in a few days. The fire aboard my ship would have been seen.”

My heart sank. Another Royal Navy ship appearing would not save me. But why would I expect it to. Being taken in chains back to London to hang was not the rescue I’d hoped for.

I laughed, startling Fentin. Why did I think I deserved rescue? Silly ideas for a silly girl. I had to start being realistic. I had to remember what I was. Who I was. I was The Lady Brass, wanted for High Crimes of the Sea in six nations.

“Ye need not look so bleak, lass. Should my ship come, I’d just tell them I was fortunate enough to find another survivor on the island. Ye will have to think on this,” he said, twirling the leaf around his fingers. “Would be me standing next to ye on the hangman’s scaffold if they discover our ruse.”

“What? Why? Why would you do that?” I said, befuddled. “Is this a trick?”

This time he laughed. “Nay, no trick. I never had the gift o’ glib. I’m just an honest man who’s done his fair share of bloody work. Sent men to their graves just like you. Maybe it’s time I do some kindness.”

“I refuse,” I said. “I don’t need your charity.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I forced them back with all my being.

“Aye, you do. Besides, charity is not something that can be refused,” he said, rising. He sauntered over to where I stood.

“But I’m not worthy,” I said, the tears falling. They fell down on my cheeks like cool September rain. No one had ever shown me a speck of kindness, and now an enemy was going to risk his own life for me. “Why me?”

His hand came up to brush my tears away. Strong hands, but soft too, like every tavern girl dreams about. “You’re like a flame. Mysterious, dangerous and beautiful.”

My hand grabbed his, holding it. “Stupid, stupid man.” I said. I wrapped my other arm around his neck and pulled him down to kiss me. Our lips crashed into each other, hot wildfire searing through my body. He stank of sweat and the sea, like every good man should.

His arms went around my waist, squeezing me tight against him. His cock stirred, pulsing to life. He gave a little growl as I bit his lower lip and held it between my teeth. When I relented, his tongue burst through my parted lips, sweeping across my tongue. I felt the heat of his breath pour out of his nose against my cheek.

I broke off our kiss. “This is a terrible idea.” I began unbuckling my leather coat. Brass scales ran down the length, like a dragon’s belly.

“Oh, is it?” he said, his hands unfastening my belt. “Should I not pull you down in the sand and ram you with my cock?” His prick stood at attention, ready and eager to find my cave.

“Shut up, stupid man,” I said, finally free of my leather coat. It fell to the ground noisily, but I didn’t care. I slapped his clumsy fingers away from my belt and undid it myself.

His hands went to my breasts, pawing them through the thin shirt. My nipples were already sore from being trapped in my coat. Each time he brushed against them they ached with need.

My pants came off, and we stood in front of each other like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I let my eyes take in his whole body, greedily, without pretense. I would soon make this man mine, and I wanted to enjoy him with my eyes first.

I lay back on the palm fronds, my legs falling open, inviting him. The soft sand shifted under my bed, forming to my body. I watched him, backlit by the moon overhead. Blue light illuminated everything in the glade. The wind blew lightly, rustling the palm leaves high up in the trees.

Fentin looked down at me, his nostrils flaring. His hand went to his prick, stroking his long shaft. I could see a pearl of pre-cum glisten at the tip, his need to be inside me evident. With every beat of his heart, hit cock strained, like a wild dog on a leash. He, too, was relishing the moment, taking in the spectacle of a willing woman, lustful and wanton on her back.

Incredibly fast, he fell upon me. His mouth began biting my neck. These were not the soft cloying bites of a nervous lover. He wanted to feel my throat in his mouth. He wanted to dominate his submissive prey. His finger entered my sodden depths, finding my cave well greased.

I arched my back in pure delight. It was such a relief to let go, to release the fear and the responsibility. It’d been a long time since I’d taken a man to my bed, but it’d been long years since I’d taken a lover. The way this man held me, controlled me, it was like he knew me!

“Don’t stop!” I said, panting as the tingles got greater.
 

He mumbled something against my neck, his cock straining against my hip. It wiped a smear of white seed against my skin. He dipped a second finger into me, his fingering as steady as a good rowing rhythm.

My pleasure blew over me in a warm wave. I came, bucking my hips against his hand like a bitch in heat. I lifted my ass off the bedding, needing more of him. Needing all of him. I would not be denied.

I grabbed his throbbing manhood, his lengthy butcher’s meat. This was a weapon of real power. The power to create. I pushed him and he fell down onto his back next to me. He made to get up, but I brought my mouth down on his cock. My lips strained to fit his girth, my tongue pressed flat.

His sweaty musk mixed with his salty seed, creating an intoxicating potion in my mouth. I didn’t know if this was some devil’s trickery, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want this night to end. My hand touched myself, increasing my pleasure as I bobbed my mouth on his rod.

He looked down at me, his mouth open, trying to take the pleasure in stride. Little grunts and moans escaped his lips when I forced his cock against the back of my throat. He threw his head back when I released his cock and began to lick his balls.

I took each big stone in my mouth, gently sucking on each through his hairy sack. Like eggs in a silken sock, I massaged them with my hand. Their weight and heft indicated that they were full of his seed. I looked up at him greedily.

His face contorted and he let out a moan.
 

But I wasn’t done with him yet. I pressed my fingers against the smooth skin below his balls. His cock throbbed in my mouth, but no seed came out. He looked down at me, a look of bewilderment.

“What did you do, woman?” he said, panting.

“I’m not done with you yet. That seed is destined for my womb, nowhere else,” I said. I continued to stroke his hard shaft. “Your tree still stands tall.”

“And ye will have the full length of it,” he said. “But first…” He kissed his way down my chest and stomach, his mouth reaching my mound.

I cried out in pleasure as his tongue lapped between the folds of my exposed sex. My own juices spilled from my slit and he eagerly licked them up. I grabbed the back of his head, hoping to steady myself through the riotous sea of delight.

His tongue reached out and flicked against my sore clitty. I tried to focus on my breathing, but I felt another wave approaching. It built and built with each faithful lick, each wet tasting of my essence. He pushed a finger inside me, fucking me with his thick finger while licking me.

My wave swarmed over me, covering me in a light warm glow. For an instant the whole sky lit up, like every star igniting at once. He paused, letting me writhe in pleasure as my orgasm subsided.

“And now, ye will be mine,” he said, his hands grabbing my hips. His strength was alarming as I found myself tossed up into the air and spun around. I landed on my hands and knees, prostrate before this alpha male.

His hands grabbed my hips, his massive prick finding my sopping wet slit. I gasped as I felt the pressure of him trying to enter me, like a python trying to slink through a keyhole. I grunted, focusing on my breath, trying to relax. It worked, and the bulbous crown of his staff slipped inside me.

“Oh!” I gasped.

He pushed into me steadily, sliding his whole length until the head of his cock bumped against the bottom of my womb. His breathing turned into growls, sweat from his body falling onto my back as he rammed home. His heavy balls swung forward, crashing against my clit.
 

I jerked forward each time he pounded into me. The wet sounds of our coupling seemed to fill the whole glade. Like two beasts, we mated under the moonlight with no care of Heaven above nor Hades below. He bent forward, his hand groping my breast roughly, squeezing my poor abused nipple.

Then I felt pressure at my asshole, and without warning he popped a slick finger into my aft. In and out, he filled my pussy and ass. I felt another wave coming, this one sure to swallow me body and soul. The feeling of him mounting me, filling me, was too much to handle.

My arms gave out and my face fell forward onto the leaves of my makeshift bed as I came. My legs shuddered, my pussy spasmed. The only noise I could make was a long squeal as the typhoon crashed home. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t smell. I could feel him inside me, coupled with me.

He thrust once more and howled, his cock exploding inside me. His pent up seed finally freed, it shot into me, gushing like a geyser. His balls tensed, pulling up against his body. My pussy overflowed with our cum, and I savored the feeling of his hot stickiness filling me up.

He collapsed off of me, panting and looking up at the sky. He looked at me as I crawled over and lay my head on his chest.

I played with his chest hair, twirling them around between my fingers. “You’re an animal,” I said, half purring. Soon my eyes became heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.