The Pirate's Witch by Candace Smith

was pleased with her fear-filled whimpers as he stood to disrobe.   His cock burst from his pants, painfully throbbing with anticipation of being buried once again in her moist depths, as if it longed to experience the sensations of their last encounter.
     
    Monique’s eyes widened at the size of him and she shuddered while she looked helplessly for a means of escape.   Deegan grabbed her ankle, and she wailed while he turned her over to clap his hand down on her bottom.   “Stop this nonsense, Clarette.”   He laid his heavy weight on top of her, anticipating the excitement of once more giving her the choice of her torture.
     
    “This new form is just as beautiful as when I saw you last.”   He brushed his hands down her quivering body.   “I give you the same choice, sorcière,” and he trailed his finger down the crevice of her bottom.
     
    Monique trembled beneath him.   Frank had never suggested the act he considered a perversion, and Monique shrieked with the realization this man’s size would rip her apart.   She scrambled for a solution to the violation she knew he was intent on perpetrating, and just as Clarette had done so long ago, the pirate was pleased to feel the minor effort of her trying to turn.
     
    This woman was smaller in stature and lacked some of Clarette’s fullness, but her curves were pleasing and her skin soft and as unblemished as he remembered.   He rolled to the side and pulled her onto her back.   With his head resting on his hand, he looked down at her and impatiently brushed away her hand so he could enjoy an unimpeded view of her quivering breasts as she panted in fear.   His thumb brushed over a light pink nipple, tightening its puffiness to a firm, erect state that he pinched painfully until she moaned.
     
    Monique cried when his hand traveled between her hip bones and over the slight swell of her belly until he sifted through her blonde curls and spread her fleshy lips.   Perhaps most disconcerting was the realization she was wet in response to his ministrations, and she felt an unexpected cramping in her core as her body seemed to be almost wanting him to fill her.   She had fully expected the experience to be even more agonizing with her dry passage.   Instead, his stroking was arousing her to a degree that frightened her further.
     
    “Ah… little witch.   Your mind may not yet remember me, but your body has not forgotten the passion we shared.”
     
    Monique let out another sob of confusion and she tried to grab his hand to stop him.   Once more she felt the surreal sense that she knew this man, and there was almost an aching feeling of loss coursing through her emotions that she could not understand.
     
    Deegan rose on top of her, no longer willing to restrain himself from feeling the warmth of her center surround his cock like the softest of leather gloves, gripping and rippling against his nerves and pulling him to release.
     
    Monique cried when he entered her, pushing deeper with each plunge until he entered virgin depths and it felt as though he would burst through her womb.   At some point, her hands had gripped his shoulders, and Deegan smiled in his passion as this woman mimicked Clarette’s responses.   He was certain he could entice her to return to him, and over the years he had come to terms with his obsession.
     
    As the pirate settled into a steady, thrusting rhythm, Monique’s body adjusted and she felt herself responding with her own unnerving arousal.   Soon, she felt the small convulsions that would lead to a humiliating orgasm she could not hope to forestall.   As the Captain groaned out his eruption, and she felt the hot spurts of his seed jerking into her depths, her passage gripped his rod tightly with her own pulsing release.
     
    Monique felt completely demeaned by her body’s betrayal, and she knew the man recognized her climax.   He looked down on her with his dark eyes shining, almost lit from within as a result of