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This is the story of two of my characters most loved by readers.

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NOVELLA THREE

Etienne and Walks Softly


CHAPTER ONE
February 1717
Port Royal, Jamaica


I had sailed my ships into harbor the previous night and slept on board the Cleopatra. The man known as both El Pantera and The Hunter had sent me an invitation to meet him here and discuss a business venture. I had slept onboard and awaited word from the man fast becoming a legend.


It arrived midday in the form of a messenger in a small wooden rowboat. “El Pantera wishes the honor of your presence at the Rook and Tankard this night, eight sharp.“


I called down to the lad, “Tell him I shall attend with respect.”


The hours passed amid much entering of numbers into ledgers and accounting the monthly payments I made my men to insure contentment. I sailed a razor’s edge in my activities, playing courtier when in my home country and hassling the British Navy at every turn. I loved my life and enjoyed every aspect. Freedom acted upon me as a tonic and aphrodisiac.


At the appointed hour I rode to the Rook and Tankard. A sign above the door depicted a big shiny black bird swilling foamy beer from a large vessel. I walked through the door, alone, sword at my right leg, a brace of loaded flintlocks thrust through the custom, leather bandolier going from my left shoulder to right.


The noise in here. Mon Dieu. And the stink of filthy men in equally unsavory clothing made me wince. My night’s pleasure would not come from this establishment, I realized, as I let my eyes adjust to the low light and smoky interior. At the back, in a deep corner, I saw a beautiful golden man with the most palpable aura of menace I had ever encountered. His dark gold hair made the near blackness of his neatly trimmed mustache and beard, eyelashes and brows the more pronounced. I walked toward him, gaze then taking in his companion. My heart stopped, then thudded forward.


A real red man. Merde. Yet, his flesh boasted the most appealing dark brown, coppery shade. He wore a white man’s shirt with a strange combination of an apron-like garment at the waist and some manner of leggings all in a buttery-colored leather.


I bowed in my best courtier’s fashion. “I am Captain Etienne De Moulins, of the Cleopatra. I answer the invitation of El Pantera.”


The golden man inclined his head. I glanced to the savage. His harsh, handsome features captivated me. The heat in his black eyes ensnared me. I believed I had found my night’s enjoyment in this den after all.


The very large golden man replied, “I have a proposition. Please be seated.”


I pulled out a chair and made myself comfortable. “I await your offer.”


The big gold man said, “I have an officer in the British Navy I wish to first humiliate, then kill. I intend to kidnap his fiancé then slaughter him at my leisure. My offer is, if you aid me, you may have his ship and men.”


I extended my hand. “Consider it done.”


We ordered a round of rum, sipped it then excused ourselves. I returned to the Cleopatra, pacing and restless. In the late watches, I heard an arrival announced. Rushing out to meet the visitor, I saw the savage in a small craft. I told my quartermaster more negotiations awaited and scrambled down the ladder into the craft. We did not speak as he rowed us to shore, climbed out onto the dock and walked.


I followed him. “To where do we go?”


“A private venue.”


After many intersecting streets, we entered the back door of a very clean and organized Inn. The establishment lay in silence. As we ascended the stairs, the savage reached back and caught my hand. How he knew where to find my hand offered a cause for contemplation.


My cock had already hardened as we halted outside a room. The savage plied his key, we entered and he locked the door behind us.


Lamps already lit the dark. I stared at him, seeing his exotic appeal. I closed the distance and hauled him against me. His mouth met mine, more open and hot than I could bear. I invaded his mouth with my tongue, tasting his deliciousness. My erection swelled so rigid, I groaned. I shoved him sideways then backwards to the bed.


I tore off his garments and my own, dragging the scent of his body down into my lungs.


He whispered, “There is oil in a bottle on the floor.”


I fell upon him, licking his flat copper nipples and muscled abdomen. I swallowed his big engorged penis down my throat and savored his flavor. He tasted wild and sharp.


Then, I slicked my erection with the oil, washed my hands and attempted to put the savage on his knees.


He rebelled, twisting to lie upon his wide, tapering back, gazing up at me with those hot black eyes. The crest of my cock touched his ass and he groaned. I pressed forward by degrees and he let me in. The ring of muscle clenched and opened, my erection then eased inside. I closed my eyes, desirous of sexual oblivion.


The savage murmured, “I am Walks Softly.”


Torn from my disassociation, I looked at him. His exotic beauty paired with his tight ass around my cock broke me down to an unexpected, too intimate level. I closed my eyes and began to thrust.


The shock of the blow to my face arrived second to the shock of finding myself on the floor across the room.


Back abraded, I slowly stood. “Mon Dieu!,” I exclaimed, “You catomite cocktease!”


He sat upright. “Make love to me, and I shall give you such pleasure as you have never known.”


I rolled to my feet and strode back to him. Swiping the blood from under my nose, I drew back to hit him. The beautiful, savage man returned my gaze without fear, yet rife with passion.


My cock flexed and my gut drew taut as a drum. Lowering, my fist, I found the sticking place of my pride. “Let me fuck you, and I shall give pleasure you have never known.”


His black eyes fairly ignited. “My offer stands.”


I swore under my breath, yanked on my garments, then turned and departed.



CHAPTER TWO


The following day I went to a wonderful brothel I had patronized heavily many times in the past. I requested my favorite girl, a stunning redhead with spectacular breasts and an angelic face. She escorted me upstairs. I removed my weapons and let her undress me. Her very desirable tits swelled above a black and red corset. I stared at them as she pushed me toward the bed. A sudden flash of dark, smooth, hairless skin over stark, powerful muscle flashed in my mind.


I winced.


The woman purred. “I have not seen you in a while, you lovely man.”


I heard a deep male voice in my head. “Make love to me, and I shall give you such pleasure as you have never known.”


She pressed her lips to mine and the taste of her displeased me. I turned my head aside. Feeling thin-skinned, I laid back and urged her to take my cock in her mouth. She did. To my disconcertment, I did not harden.

Finally, I apologized, paid her double and departed.


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The following day I went to see my new business partner. That beautiful savage sat next to him as we spoke about many relevant facts of our association. I looked to those black eyes often, my erection swelling. I wanted him so much. In my recall, the feel of his tight body wrapped around me and the flavor of his mouth haunted me.


I spoke with my new associate, James, and then departed. I walked the streets. After many hours I went to the Inn and ascended to his room. I knocked. He opened the door a bit. Just seeing his face sent a juggernaut of lust through my body.


“What is your business, Frenchman?”


“I want you,” I confessed.


“I made a mistake with you. I thought you something more than a cock looking for a place to spend.” His captivating black eyes flashed. “I seek a lover to savor and explore. You desire a semen receptacle.”


The door slammed in my face. My rampant erection ached. I knocked again.


He opened the door, those eyes hard and cold. “Shove that uncaring cock in someone else.”


It slammed again, the wind from the abrupt closure rippling my hair.


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I tried frequenting a molly. The beautiful young man there failed to rouse my cock. Furious with myself, I yet again emptied my purse rather than my ballocks.


I strode to that damn savage’s accommodations. He did not answer the door. I picked the lock and entered.


The room smelled of his skin. My cock went marble hard. I wanted him so much even my chest ached. I went through his simple, clean clothes, sniffed the linens that smelled of his delightful flesh.


I laid down in his bed, fantasizing about that dark smooth skin and all that silky black hair. Opening my breeches, I gripped my erection. Dragging his scent into my lungs, I jerked myself to orgasm. I pushed up my shirt before I spent. Semen pelted my chest. I thought of him and a strange loneliness flowed over me.


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Two nights later, I followed him back to that Inn. Halfway up the stairs, he halted. Without facing me, he spoke. “Frenchman, I made a mistake with you. Cease.”


“I want you and you me,” I said, feeling desperate, “Might we strike a bargain?”


He gazed back over his shoulder. The impressive power in his face helped me know how he had earned his reputation beside El Pantera. “I have never taken a lover in such haste. Mistake made, I forgive myself and move on.”


I ran up the stairs, hating my weakness, yet so vulnerable. I wrapped my arms about him, pressed my face to his tapered back. The animal brawn caused my erection to further swell. “I crave you, Walks Softly.”


His reaction stunned me. The big dark man, turned, dipped his shoulders and put me over one. I let myself go along into his room. Locking the door, he then placed me upon the bed. That savage kissed me until I longed to have my clothing removed. I began stripping myself as his hot velvety tongue seduced my mouth. He kissed me all over, stroked my needy erection and lavished much affection upon it.


I saw the savage oil his fingers.


“I do not take anything in me,” I said.

His mouth closed over my cock and his finger pushed inside me. I climaxed in an unexpected and powerful burst.


He continued with his long finger in me, adding more, stretching me until my erection became as marble. I shook all over, held his head to mine and tangled my tongue with his. Then, he withdrew his fingers, oiled his erection and washed his hands.


My uncertainty must have shown on my face. “I will take care with you.” The indian leaned down and kissed me with such intimacy I shivered. “Tell me what you want as we go. I long to pleasure you.”


His wide cock pushed at my ass and I shuddered. He seemed too huge to possibly fit. I groaned and broke out in a sweat as he opened me and ever so gently eased inside. My legs shook as I gripped his hips.


His deep voice hitched as he said, “This would feel better for you if you turn over.”


Recalling the way I had sought to place him on his knees, I met his hot obsidian gaze. Clearly he meant no humbling. Yet, I cannot know if I would have denied him if he had. I nodded. He pulled his huge cock from me, helped me turn over onto my belly and urged me to scoot one leg higher. He slid one arm under my chest to come up over my shoulder, then his big erection slowly entered me. My body welcomed his invasion. I shook and shivered as he carefully pushed in and pulled out.


His hand went between the mattress and my belly to grip my cock. The profound stimulation of having the savage inside me and my erection in his hand proved too much. I bucked under him, surrendering to an orgasm so powerful I slid into unconsciousness.




CHAPTER THREE


I awoke, realizing what had happened. Walks Softly lie stretched upon his side, watching me with those compelling black eyes. His shiny hair pooled upon the mattress like liquid onyx. Mon Dieu.


He scooted closer, and my belly pulled taut. His long-fingered hand slid into my hair and his gaze held mine captive. His deep voice sent a thrill through me. “You are very beautiful, Frenchman.”


“Etienne.”


“You will have to earn that,” he replied.


My already wounded pride suffered anew. “Perhaps I’ve no wish-“


His lips silenced me. I laid there, paralyzed under the avalanche of sensation as he made love to me in the form of a kiss. I recovered from my stun, reached up to hold his smooth-skinned face in my hands.


I had never had a real lover, only males or females I used to scratch an itch. It occurred to me the charm I employed to make them so readily available had fled
in this man’s presence. I changed the angle of my head, sucked his lower lip into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. He rumbled and surrendered himself to me. I released his jaw, pulled him to me and shifted to press his erection to mine. I gripped us both in my hand, rubbing us against each other and providing friction. He shuddered and relinquished dominance at once.


Inflamed, I rolled atop him, moved my mouth down his very delectable chest and belly, tasting, nipping and playing with him. It excited me terribly to hold his cock in my hand and dip into the bottle of oil beside the bed. I pressed two fingers into his tight, hot body. He groaned and shuddered. I pressed deep, slowly rotating my hand back and forth. Clear, pre-orgasm fluid began to leak from his cock. I lapped it up as a cat would cream. His hands stroked my hair and face and he murmured in his heathen language.


When he began to shake, I slathered my aching erection with oil and urged my lover to turn onto his front. I shoved pillows under his hips and very gently pushed into him. He grunted and opened to me at once. I leaned down, swept aside his silky hair to kiss his strong neck and shoulders. My pelvis came flush with his round, muscular, and very smooth, brown-fleshed ass. I shook as much as he.


I heard him gasping in his red man tongue, and myself in French. We spoke two different languages, yet our bodies, flexed and surged in perfect accord. I held him to me, savoring him, wanting to please him. He began to thrash and growl. I held him down and loved him, reaching around to stroke his erection and rocking my hips from side to side to create added stimulation for him.


The glorious savage growled and rumbled. He began to fight me in a manner I recognized. I restrained him and did my best to give him the most pleasure. He roared with the force of his release. His cock throbbed and bucked in my grasp. It triggered my climax and I erupted inside him, pressing my lips to his nape and involuntarily swearing my devotion.


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The following morrow, I crept from bed, a trifle ashamed, dressed in silence and slipped from the room. I descended the stairs, pulling my shirt over my head and buckling on my sword. I made the turn at the base and froze.


James leaned against the wall, one booted foot flat against it. He shoved away, stood straight, expression somber. Before I could offer any lame excuse, he said, “I have no issue with my brother’s sexuality. I object to you.”


Taking exception, I returned, “Yet you solicited me as a business partner.”


“Aye,” he shot back, “not as my brother’s current fuck.”


True anger spiked my blood. “He is not the type to take a lover lightly. I resent your implying it.”


James relaxed a bit. “You have managed to reassure me. Do you change my thinking back to the negative, know this. If you harm him in any way I deem objectionable, I shall flay you, hoist you aloft and nail your cock to the mast, so you may consider which fate the worst. Burning alive or shredding your rod.”


I considered his love for his brother and my current feelings. “Fair enough.”


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I learned we had two more nights of shore leave. I returned to Walks Softly’s room that night. He kissed me until I wondered if I might faint, then lifted his head. “We’ve a family friend with a plantation here. Would you go with me for a meal?”


I suspected I would follow the man into Hell. “Aye.”


We rode to a plantation of a very old man. He glanced back and forth between us when we arrived, and chuckled. Catching my eye, our host commented, “This ‘injun has his charm.”


I laughed. “I could tell you tales.”


“Love to hear them,” he responded, shuffling ahead of us. Glancing back, he commented, “yet I would not remember them.”


We ate a lovely dinner, then faced a ride back to Port Royal. The ride progressed, then my savage halted his mount and hopped down. I followed him. Walks Softly led me into the jungle. I heard the horses mill. Shadows caused confusion. He vanished.


Walks Softly’s body arrived behind mine. He whispered, “I long to have your cock in my mouth.”


That sounded delicious to me. We stripped off our clothes to lay them down and create a space to lie. Curving around one another, we took each other’s erection into our mouths. I thrust experimentally. My savage gripped my ass in his hands to urge me. I placed my hands on his hips to do the same. His growling vibrated my erection and I did the same for him. There in the shadowy dimness, where it smelled of sea and jungle, it became a contest to learn who could make the other climax first.


We orgasmed together and I sucked his semen down my throat with much avarice.