tingling rush build. His harsh commanding way, forcing her to obey. Her body responded, even if her mind didn’t understand.
“Say it, wench,” commanded Drake, pulling harder on her hair.
“I want your cum,” she breathed out, the pain of him pulling on her hair adding to her unexpected pleasure. Her body was learning to use the pain for its own ends.
“Louder,” ordered Gregor as he bent his form to latch his warm mouth around one erect nipple, matching the scrape of his teeth on her delicate flesh to the scrape of his brother’s teeth on the spot just below her ear.
“I want your cum,” screamed Marina, shocked to realize she meant it. She wanted to be filled by these two powerful men, to be used by them.
Placing his left hand under her jaw to keep her body upright, Drake plowed into her ass with more abandon, feeling his cock get even harder as his release neared. Gregor pinched both her nipples as his cock wildly thrust into her pussy.
Drake came first, bucking as the cum burst from his cock, pressing himself to the hilt, forcing her body forward. The sudden feel of the press of her breasts against his chest as her pussy tightened around his cock, wrenched a release from Gregor with a roar.
As she felt both men release deep into her body, Marina shivered her own third release of the night.
Leaving her sprawled naked on the bed, both men walked over to the table to take a swig of rum from the bottle.
“Got some for me?” asked Marina saucily, recovering from her ordeal.
Drake turned to her with a grin. “Lay on your back and open your knees wide. We want to see our cum drip out of your holes.”
Marina did as she was told. The delicate skin of her pussy glowed an angry red from the abuse. Her bottom hole was still open and slack from having to accept Drake’s wide shaft. Both holes glistened with the brothers’ cum.
Taking the rum bottle, Gregor placed the tip against her pussy and slowly twisted, coating the edge, watching as Marina’s eyes lit with mischief.
Holding the cum-edged bottle to her lips, he said seductively, “Drink.”
“Yes, pirate,” answered Marina with a shy look and submissive smile.
Chapter Five
His to Claim
Walking into his cabin, Chance was greeted by a porcelain chamber pot smashing inches above his head.
“So…I’m guessing you don’t want to cuddle anymore?” said Chance casually.
“ Bastardo despreciable! Te veré ahorcado! Te veré muerto !” raged Belle as she swung about to look for another projectile.
His emerald eyes flashed amusement as he took in her unusual attire. Since he had deliberately deprived her of her dress trunks and effectively ruined her corset and pantalettes in their last encounter, the arrogant male in him just assumed he would return to his cabin to find a half-naked, half-willing wench.
She had obviously torn through his own attire and settled on an over-sized linen shirt cinched in at the waist with one of his thick leather belts and a pair of his knee socks. Judging by the state of his cabin, Belle had tried and discarded every pair of britches he owned before realizing she could not make them fit.
Her silky, thick black hair was flying about her in wild disarray. Deep blue eyes flashed fury and indignation. Catching a glimpse through the thin, cambric material of his shirt, Chance could just make out dark, pink nipples rising and falling with her deep, agitated breaths. She looked magnificent. Yet again, he felt a primal possessive surge at seeing her attired in his clothes, with his scent still on her skin, standing there in defiance. He smiled with the thought of how he was going to teach his little spitfire a lesson for greeting him so.
Looking about the chaos of open trunks, turned over drawers, and shattered pottery, he commented dryly, “It was very sweet of you, mon petit trésor, to straighten up for your man’s return. Once I am finished with you, I truly believe you could find
“Say it, wench,” commanded Drake, pulling harder on her hair.
“I want your cum,” she breathed out, the pain of him pulling on her hair adding to her unexpected pleasure. Her body was learning to use the pain for its own ends.
“Louder,” ordered Gregor as he bent his form to latch his warm mouth around one erect nipple, matching the scrape of his teeth on her delicate flesh to the scrape of his brother’s teeth on the spot just below her ear.
“I want your cum,” screamed Marina, shocked to realize she meant it. She wanted to be filled by these two powerful men, to be used by them.
Placing his left hand under her jaw to keep her body upright, Drake plowed into her ass with more abandon, feeling his cock get even harder as his release neared. Gregor pinched both her nipples as his cock wildly thrust into her pussy.
Drake came first, bucking as the cum burst from his cock, pressing himself to the hilt, forcing her body forward. The sudden feel of the press of her breasts against his chest as her pussy tightened around his cock, wrenched a release from Gregor with a roar.
As she felt both men release deep into her body, Marina shivered her own third release of the night.
Leaving her sprawled naked on the bed, both men walked over to the table to take a swig of rum from the bottle.
“Got some for me?” asked Marina saucily, recovering from her ordeal.
Drake turned to her with a grin. “Lay on your back and open your knees wide. We want to see our cum drip out of your holes.”
Marina did as she was told. The delicate skin of her pussy glowed an angry red from the abuse. Her bottom hole was still open and slack from having to accept Drake’s wide shaft. Both holes glistened with the brothers’ cum.
Taking the rum bottle, Gregor placed the tip against her pussy and slowly twisted, coating the edge, watching as Marina’s eyes lit with mischief.
Holding the cum-edged bottle to her lips, he said seductively, “Drink.”
“Yes, pirate,” answered Marina with a shy look and submissive smile.
Chapter Five
His to Claim
Walking into his cabin, Chance was greeted by a porcelain chamber pot smashing inches above his head.
“So…I’m guessing you don’t want to cuddle anymore?” said Chance casually.
“ Bastardo despreciable! Te veré ahorcado! Te veré muerto !” raged Belle as she swung about to look for another projectile.
His emerald eyes flashed amusement as he took in her unusual attire. Since he had deliberately deprived her of her dress trunks and effectively ruined her corset and pantalettes in their last encounter, the arrogant male in him just assumed he would return to his cabin to find a half-naked, half-willing wench.
She had obviously torn through his own attire and settled on an over-sized linen shirt cinched in at the waist with one of his thick leather belts and a pair of his knee socks. Judging by the state of his cabin, Belle had tried and discarded every pair of britches he owned before realizing she could not make them fit.
Her silky, thick black hair was flying about her in wild disarray. Deep blue eyes flashed fury and indignation. Catching a glimpse through the thin, cambric material of his shirt, Chance could just make out dark, pink nipples rising and falling with her deep, agitated breaths. She looked magnificent. Yet again, he felt a primal possessive surge at seeing her attired in his clothes, with his scent still on her skin, standing there in defiance. He smiled with the thought of how he was going to teach his little spitfire a lesson for greeting him so.
Looking about the chaos of open trunks, turned over drawers, and shattered pottery, he commented dryly, “It was very sweet of you, mon petit trésor, to straighten up for your man’s return. Once I am finished with you, I truly believe you could find
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