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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

We were to dine that evening with a few fellow captains before returning to ship. Having my lover close, yet still beyond my reach proved torturous. Gnawing of desire low in my belly frayed my temper and spawned a terrible restlessness in me. James, Walks Softly and myself met Captain Cross of the Delphine, and Captain Stark of the Sea Spirit at a tavern famed for its stewed rice dishes, beautiful serving maids and entertainments.

The place smelled of spices, meat, burning lamp oil and feminine perfume. We halted as a group just inside the establishment, while staff hurried to pull tables together to accommodate the size of our party and the size of its individuals. As we waited, I succumbed to temptation and turned to look at my indian. He had done the same. Our gazes locked and for the hottest most intense moment, I felt almost as if he caressed me. My cock swelled. Mon Dieu.

The prettily gowned serving girl returned to escort us to a place back in a corner. Situated against the wall, it offered a good view of the stage where a near-naked girl danced to a flutist’s tune, and still granted a measure of privacy. As it happened, my lover and I ended seated directly across from one another. Again our gazes collided and I wondered if this might kill me.

I know not what I ate. Drawn like a compass to North, my eyes sought his mouth, watching him eat and drink. Finally, I excused myself and walked to the hall and past the privy to a door I knew led out onto a small porch the staff used for smoking hemp and opium. Luckily, I alone had sought refuge. The door had not closed fully when it swung wide and he stood there.

“We’ve only a moment,” my lover murmured, voice thick with lust.

I slammed his body against the building, pressing my rigid cock to his and kissing his delicious mouth. My lover pushed me back, reversed our positions and crowded me to the wall. I ran my hands over all of him I could reach. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I groaned.

Laughter in the hall broke us apart abruptly. I stood trembling and aflame. He turned, opened the door and returned indoors. Had someone asked me my name, at that moment, I could have supplied no reply. Touching my lips with shaky fingers, I tried to recall the sensations of his lips there. My heart twisted in my chest. Longing ripped at me.

Composing myself, I returned to our gathering. A cheese course had arrived, I saw. James’ intense regard drew my notice and something in his eyes made me think he sympathized with us for having to hide from the world.

A new act began on the stage. Tall and long-limbed, a beautiful redhead danced to a drummer’s exotic rhythm. James shoved back his chair, excusing himself at once to move closer. The other captains did so as well. That left my lover and I alone, after a fashion, for the remainder of the tavern’s attendants migrated toward the stage as clothes began coming off the performer.

Unable to help myself, I ate him with my eyes, opened my breeches and clasped my aching cock in my hand. His expression told me he knew what I did.

Pitching his voice to go above the rowdy crowd’s whistling and shouting, and still preserve secrecy, he asked, “Does that help the burn of lust, Frenchman?”

“Only a little.” I saw his hands go below the table and knew he did the same as I. “Do you long for me, mon amour?”

He swallowed hard and I tracked the movement in his strong, brown-skinned throat. “I feel starved for the taste of your cock.”

I returned, “And I for the feel of your body around me.” I jerked my erection, squeezing and working it almost roughly in my desperate need to spill. “I wish I could taste your climax, mon bon sauvage.”

The dark skin over his fierce cheekbones tightened. “Let me hear you,” he entreated, suddenly without pride. “Please.”

I obliged with a strangled cry as I expended my considerable lust beneath our table. His lids lowered in a lazy look I recognized. I knew he peaked as well. It sent a jolt of lightning-like satisfaction through me that our semen mingled even if our bodies could not touch.

#

That night, I lay in my bed aboard the Cleopatra and once again spent myself in my hand. It eased the raging, blazing lust, but did nothing to dispel the visceral hunger. I could scarcely attend my duties for thinking of him. And this night, I could find no way into the arms of Morpheus.

Never had I expected to love another with the selfless, selfish, volcanic lust and powerful tenderness I felt for Walks Softly. By some boon of Fate I had found my soul mate. Yet in a cruel jest by the same, I must burn and languish in separation from my indian.

#

We sailed to the Colonies on an intelligence mission. Our first day in port, James rowed over to my ship. He scaled the rope ladder, swift and impressive. I appreciated his awe-striking physical beauty.

“Captain,” I greeted.

“Might we a word in private, Captain De Moulins?”

“Of course.” Expecting some rebuke on behalf of his brother, I led the way to my cabin and excused my lad. Closing the door, I faced him. “Speak freely, sil vous plait.”

“My brother pines for you despite his stoic silence and reserve.”

My soul rejoiced hearing it. “May I say I return his regard completely.”

His voice held a dangerous edge. “That remains unproven in my eyes.”

“Nonetheless,” I countered, “I love him and have no difficulty remaining under your brotherly scrutiny.”

He seemed to lose a bit of his aggression. “The point I rowed over here to make has fallen wayside. Returning to it, I will arrange for a two day hiatus for you both on an artificial errand for me. A man I know here in Charlestown has a cabin outside town. I shall see provisions stocked and field all questions.”

Moved by his love for his brother, my lover and soul mate, I offered my arm to clasp. “I look forward to changing your opinion of me, captain.”


CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

I bathed and shaved in haste, but took care in my grooming. We rowed to shore, each of us bristling with weapons, a small bag each, hired horses from a harborside livery and rode at a respectable clip from the town. Cautious of perhaps unseen observers, we remained seemingly leisured and respectable. My gut had pulled so taut the muscles burned. The tension arced between us like lightning, palpable and hot.

As we trotted along to the cabin, my indian said quietly, “I am going to hold you down, suck your cock until you burst in my mouth and then fuck you senseless.”

Lust shot through me in a powerful juggernaut. “Sil vous plait.”

Perhaps a mile from town, the little cabin nestled at the edge of a forest clearing. Good glass windows winked in the afternoon sun. A small stable and corral behind it would accommodate our rented steeds. In tense silence we saw to them, washed our hands in a rain barrel with soap from my bag, then went inside.

I had a brief impression of rustic luxury before he relieved me of my valise and bore me to the wood floor. He stripped me and himself amid ravishing my mouth with his. I dug my fingers into his animal brawn, moaning and drawing his velvety tongue into my mouth. I trembled all over, touched as much of his body as I could reach.

Mon amour moved himself to restrain me before he sucked my needy erection into his very hot mouth. He lifted and lowered his head, drawing upon me and using his teeth ruthlessly. My climax surged in moments. I roared and thrashed as much as his holding me down allowed. Gratification rent me in twain.

I held his head to me, shattered. Gasping, I untied the leather thong from the bottom of his braid, tossed is aside and combed my fingers through his thick, black, liquid silk hair. My lover released his hold on my still throbbing erection. He moved up to kiss me again and the taste of my semen in his mouth melted me. Arousal lit flames in my blood.

Walks Softly rather toted me to a settee. He placed me on my knees upon it, my belly to the furniture’s back, my upper torso leaning over. Gazing back over my shoulder, I watched him withdraw a bottle of sweet oil from his luggage, and liberally oil his huge cock. I could hardly wait to have him inside me.

“Mon Dieu. Just have me, mon bon sauvage.”

He kept his hand oily and stepped up behind me. “I’ve no wish to hurt you, my love.”

His fingers pressed into me and I gripped the back of the settee. Sharp delight lanced me. “Have me.”

He pulled my hips back to meet him and his gloriously large phallus breached my body. “Tell me if I hurt you, Etienne.”

He pushed into me by degrees and I thought I might split in half. “Make good on your promise. Fuck me senseless.”

He thrust into me, opening my receptive body, changing the angle of his entry, rocking his hips side-to-side, driving into me. Then he reached around to grip and jerk my painfully erect cock.

I heard my cries and curses as if from a distance. A mammoth orgasm ripped down my spine into my aching ballocks. I drenched the settee. My vision dimmed and I knew my beloved had made good on his declaration. As I slipped into senselessness, I felt his semen erupting inside me and heard him gasping in Algonquin.

#

I woke to the taste of my indian. He kissed me gently, giving me a great deal of pleasure. I felt a lovely feather mattress under me. Reaching up to hold him, I opened my eyes. I did not recognize the surroundings. Closing my eyes again, I enjoyed the taste of him.

After my cock had begun to stiffen, I opened my eyes. He stared at me with those glittering jet eyes. We kissed with our eyes open and I endured a bolt of excitement.

He broke the kiss.

He spoke. “I carried you up to the bedroom.”

I cradled his beautiful face in my hands. “I want in you, mon amour.”

He rushed to provide oil for my eager erection, washed his hands, then stretched out upon his belly, a bolster beneath his hips. I knee-walked onto the bed between his deliciously spread thighs. I stared at the threshold of his body, excited to know I would soon sink my cock into it. Without using my hand to guide my erection, I pressed against his ass and he allowed me entry.

I made very slow love to him. We both cursed and shook after little time.

“I love you,” I groaned.

He reached to grip my hips. “And I you. Etienne.”

#

I laid awake in the night with Walks Softly’s head upon my chest. We had fucked and sucked each other in every way we could manage for almost eight hours. I stared down at him in the low light. Stroking his sleek hair, I considered my complete addiction to him. I believed he slumbered as I savored him with my eyes.

“Make no mistake, I return your love, Frenchman.”

His deep voice and emotional statement broke me down. “I treasure you, Walks Softly.”

“You are my heart and soul, Etienne.”


CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Around midnight we went downstairs to eat. We made ourselves as presentable as one could sporting naught save breeches, fresh suction and bite marks. James had made certain we had a lovers’ cache of food and spirits.

As my indian stood frying thick slices of ham and eggs in a skillet, I stood behind him running my fingers through his loose hair, sweeping it over his shoulder so I could nibble the corded nape of his neck. I tasted his skin, dragging his scent deep into my lungs.

Holding a brandy, I reached around to offer him a sip. I held it for him as he did. “I have so missed our quiet moments, mon bon sauvage. The time when we would share a brandy and enjoy one another’s company.”

“As have I.”

Bringing the libation back to my lips, I put them where I had seen his touch. Something about that soothed me. “I dream of us living a safe life together amid the riches of your home.”

He turned the ham and eggs. “When this matter lies settled, we shall, my love.”

“My cock twitches when you call me that,” I confessed, putting my free arm around his throat and experiencing a swelling in my phallus.

He turned his head, looking back at me over his bare, brown shoulder. “My love.”

I chuckled. “Now you tease, mon amour.”

I kissed his shoulder and went to kindle a blaze in the hearth. After much time in the Caribbean, my body had changed. I preferred the more temperate clime. The warmth from the fire pleased me, and I hoped it did my indian.

He joined me, a single plate for we two. Something down deep in me responded.

He settled himself on the rug with me before the fire. “I shall feed you and kiss you, then carry you to bed again, my Etienne.”

I melted.

#

Dawn stretched its intrusive fingers through the windows. In our bedroom annex, I held my lover. During what few hours we devoted to rest, I had but dozed. In only seven or eight hours we must return. To separation. To starvation and thirst of body and soul.

It felt like a looming execution.

I rubbed my face in his hair, explored his skin as if for the first time and did my best to memorize every aspect of him. I adored this man, worshiped him, even.

I held him closer and treasured my lover.

#

The sun rose. I slipped from bed to piss and clean my teeth. Returning to bed, I kept my knees to the left of him as I placed my palms on either side of his wide shoulders. I leaned down to press my lips to his. A lance of pleasure pierced me. I delved deep into his mouth, moaning and holding his smooth jaw in my hand.

“Mon amour,” I groaned, “wake and kiss me.”

He roused by degrees, his big hands roaming my belly and chest. Beneath my adoring lips, he murmured, “Have I been beset by some ravisher?”

“Aye,” I responded. “You must do just as I say.”

“I submit to your command.”

Hot all over, I sat up and spread my legs. I urged him to do the same, scooting his hips to mine and draping his legs over my thighs until our erections met. I reached for his hand, laced our fingers around our erections, then urged him to emulate my action as I moved up and down. I wrapped my other arm around my indian and joined our mouths as we pressed our erections in our shared clasp.

Very soon, we both became more vocal.

Our climax proved volcanic and we remained locked in a kiss for long moments.

#

At perhaps the morning hour of nine, we descended.

We broke our fast with a plate of cheese, bread, olives and fresh cucumbers. I fed my lover, giving him sips of the tea I brewed and poured over the luxurious ice. My avarice for him reached new heights as the end of our stolen time drew to a close.

“Walks Softly,” I whispered, “I know not if I can return to the life we live, and do without you.”

He caressed my face. “This vengeance is against my nature yet a must for my soul. After it is fulfilled, I am done with violence until such time I am pressed to deal it.”

Our meal completed, we adjourned to the bedroom. We entangled our bodies for a long while, gazing into each other’s eyes.

I stated, “If I die during our perilous endeavors, burn me and keep my ashes to bury with you.”

My indian stroked my face and loose hair. His obsidian eyes became intense. “Let us make a covenant, my love. If one travels to the Beyond before the other, we burn the body, then combine our remains at the end.”

Nodding, I replied, “I swear, mon amour.”

He smiled. “I shall hold you to it.”


CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Riding back to the harbor, we indulged an unspoken need for silence. We had spoken all in our hearts before leaving the cabin. Now we must change our mindsets to our perilous business and maintain a façade of mere friendly relations. We had a dock hand row us out to our respective vessels.

I stood on the deck the Cleopatra, already missing him so terribly my chest ached. I did not place much stock in religion in general. Nonetheless, as I gazed across the stretch of water to watch him stand at the rail of James’ ship and return my regard, I felt something in me I had never experienced. A divine connection. As if we had exchanged bits of our souls and somehow bound ourselves.

#

We sailed from Charlestown to Kingston. I met with James concerning what he intended for myself, Cross and Stark. They two would shadow the British ship, the Gallant bearing the intended abduction victim. It would fall to them to make certain the vessel sailed into the waiting snare. I would sail my ships to the Carolinas to deliver James’ ultimatum missive.

After the discussion, the other captains left us. I realized James intended to speak with me and waited for him to close the portal.

For some time, we stood, staring each other down, equally full of things to say, and yet foolishly too proud to speak first. Finally, love for Walks Softly won out for us both. We began at once.

“Protect your brother-“

“I will protect my brother-“

We ceased.

After a few moments, I offered him my arm to clasp. “Might we agree to mutually love the man?”

He accepted my gesture, replying. “Continue proving me wrong and I shall refrain from nailing your prick to my mast.”

I chuckled. “Once again, fair enough.”

#
I sailed to the Colonies and discovered that Major Huntington had departed for Jamaica. After a re-supplying of my ships, we departed to find the man. I delivered the missive to his apartments in a very posh inn and sailed the moment I saw the deed done.

#

I had never known such agonizing slowness of Time’s progression as I suffered during the journey to James’ island. We arrived in the evening hour of eight. My heart thumped behind my ribs more violently than a native’s drum. The blood in me seem to boil.

What torture to immolate calm as we rowed ashore. I took my valise in hand, the very one I had last packed when I had spent time with mon amour, and did not even wait for a mount. I ran along the beach, baggage in hand.

As I saw the lights of his home, my gut twisted. I sprinted to the dwelling, leaped upon the porch and knocked.

He opened the door with a cool expression that transformed to pure red savage lust. “Etienne.”

“Walks Softly.”

He gripped the waist of my breeches, hauled me inside and relieved me of my valise. “I hope you stand prepared to have the very life drained from you.”

I shuddered. “Sil vous plait, mon amour. But, I am sweat-soaked and unclean.”

He kissed me again, lifted his head and gazed into my eyes. “I shall lick your lovely skin until it becomes clean enough even for you.”

He bore me to that nest of indulgence and had myself and he naked in moments. I gasped and cursed as he did just as he had proclaimed in intent. He finalized his attentions by oiling his rampant erection and gently courting my body for acceptance.

I loved the way he always assumed he might meet with resistance. I loved his consideration of my comfort and pleasure.

I loved him to the point of much wanted addiction.

As he sank deep into my trembling body, I held him to me. “Mon bon sauvage, I worship you.”

#

In the night, I woke and lie on my side gazing at my indian.

After a few moments, he opened his beautiful black eyes. “The English girl we abducted is a problem.”

“Why?” I could not imagine a simpering aristocratic virgin offering any conflict.

“She is a fierce, free spirit.”

Unconcerned, I kissed him quick and affectionate. “Forget her. As I said, a means to an end.”

“She has become my friend.”

That stopped me cold. “Mon amour, whatever could attract you to her?”

He glanced at me. “You’ve not met her, Frenchman. I -“ His voice hitched. “I have fallen in love with her soul. I fear for my loyalty with my white brother.”

That caused me to sit upright. “You possess the most loyalty of anyone I have ever known.”

My indian gazed up at me. “In this, she remains the only blameless party and she is a …”

When he trailed off, I supplied, “Tressor?”

“Aye. A treasure.”

We had taught each other our native languages in our time together. I savored that sharing.

#

The following morrow I woke in my lover’s arms. He slumbered on as the gold of a Caribbean sunrise dawned. I rose, cleaned my teeth and returned to our nest. Gazing at him, my cock stiffened, my heart jerked and I surrendered to the humbling adoration of my lover. I woke him by nibbling his belly.

Walks Softly roused, his large hands settling in my hair. I licked his big ballocks, then sucked his erection into my mouth.

My indian pulled me up to kiss him. Then, we tussled a bit until I gladly allowed him to bite my arm and lie atop me.

An outside noise snagged my attention. Tilting back my head, I saw a strikingly lovely female in the door frame.

She made a curious noise and I knew her the woman my mate had adopted.

He thrashed about, unable to even outfit himself.

Handing him my breeches, I offered, “Take these.”


CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

I stepped out on the porch, somewhat respectably garbed in tan breeches and a white shirt left loose. My gaze moved over Walks Softly. He always took my breath away standing in the sunshine. Then, I studied the English girl. She stood tall for a woman, slender, yet full-breasted. Her long hair contained shades ranging from brown, to many reds and skeins of almost white. Her heart-shaped face boasted a high, intelligent forehead, lovely, arched russet brows above large velvety brown eyes that contrasted becomingly with her creamy complexion.


I noted the directness and curiosity of her gaze. . “Bonjour, Lili.” I offered her my hand. “I am Etienne.”


She accepted. “Pleased to meet you, Etienne.“


Lifting her hand to my lips, I noticed the wide lushness of hers, and her small, slim, straight nose. I brushed a kiss over her knuckles. “Enchanté.”


Walks Softly said to her, “I will teach you how to make fried fish.”


She seemed to recover the spirit that so bedazzled my lover, glanced from him to me. “And shrimp.”


Walks Softly and I exchanged glances. He smiled. “I told him you eat like a soldier.”


She laughed, the sound delightful. “Then feed me.”


Despite our awkward first meeting, she seemed to take a swift liking to me. I braided her silky hair, marveling at its thickness, admired her skin and nails, praising her on their beauty. I became as besotted as my lover. Walks Softly took the necessary items from his sea chest lined with oilskin, and stocked with a chunk of ice, and then taught her to fry fish in dry crumbled bread and seasoned flour. I baked honey-sweetened cornbread in a skillet surrounded by red coals, and expounded upon my lover’s educating me. We all sat upon the nest she had seen us in, eating fish and shrimp.


As we drank tea, she questioned me about my travels and my ships. I told her I sailed with the Vengeance now.


I saw something change in her expression. Lili blurted, “He came to me last night.”


Walks Softly went very still. I knew he feared the worst. “What happened?”


“He decided to make certain I remained intact. So he put his fingers in a place I didn’t know I had. I bit his neck like a snapping turtle. He had his answer and he left.”


I laughed so hard my stomach muscles knotted and I nearly toppled sideways.


Walks Softly fixed her with that intense regard of his. “He had no provocation or reason to doubt?”


Lili sighed and confessed. “That last day we saw him on the beach, I told him he’d based his word on an uncertainty, and let him believe I might be a soiled dove to devil him.”


I crowed.


Walks Softly scowled, “Lili, that was-”


I regained control of myself and cut off the rest, “Don’t you dare scold her, mon bon sauvage. He deserved to wallow in doubt.”


“Did he hurt you?” My lover asked this very quietly, tone heavy nonetheless.


“It might have proved a bit simpler if he had," she admitted. “Something odd happened.”


Titillated and enthralled by her charm, I leaned forward. “Do tell.”


She lowered her voice, as if she believed some unfriendly ears might strain to eavesdrop. “Wetness came from inside me. I know not, is that … normal?”


Walks Softly’s expression did not change. “If you feel pleasure.”


“To be frank, I couldn’t put a name to it. I was frightened because I’d no idea what to expect, and angry he would hold me down like that. But afterward, for hours, I felt this restlessness in my body.”


“Understandable,” I agreed, anxious to dispel any foolish self-flagellation. “Don’t give any thought to the horse shite shoveled by religion and ‘proper society’. It’s natural, Lili. You are young and healthy, enjoy your body without shame.”


“After standing there watching the two of you, I begin to wonder if I have any.”


I reached over to clasp Walks Softly’s thigh and give him a playful shake. “Keep close eye on me, mon amour. She is a treasure. I might steal her away. Make her my protégé.”


“She needs no lessons in audacity from you. My hair will turn white as a warrior of three score winters before this is done.”


Lili and I shared a look and a laugh.


Time past swiftly. The sun reigned high when we heard muffled horses hooves. She and I walked along the beach, having just come out for a lesson in tides and shells. Lili had picked up a conch shell. She shielded her eyes and I followed the direction of her gaze. I saw the captain galloping the famed Venganza toward us.


He reined the steed to a sliding halt, rather leaping off before the sand ceased to spray. I felt much gratitude that plume of grittiness had not reached us.


The stallion sidestepped nervously, tossing his head. James came forward in a manner that made me step closer to her. My protective instincts spiked.


“You told no one where you went,” the he said, clearly in accusation. Those twin, large bore pistols hung in loops on his belt. He wore his hair loose down his back, the small braid he often sported fell over his shoulder.


“No one was awake.”


James’ gaze shifted briefly, in the barest of civil greetings, he said, “Etienne.”

“Monsieur.” I wished to show proper respect before his captive, even as I admired the bruise created by her teeth.


“Lady Rothington and I require a moment’s privacy.”


Looking to her first, I touched her arm. Reassured by what I saw, I took my leave. Walks Softly passed me, going to Lili’s side in clear defensiveness . A rapid-fire discourse in Algonquin concerning Lili’s innocence, both in flesh and deed, ended with Mon amour saying to his brother in English, “Remember you are a gentleman.”


I returned to the house, taking our dirty crockery to the washing basin and putting wash water on to boil. Walks Softly strode through the door, saying, “Sa fureur l'a tordu dans quelque chose qui n'est pas mon frère.”

I understood what he meant. Such violence and rage could change a man. And, rarely for the better. “Cette matière betwwen dedans maintenant les. Clairement il a des sentiments pour elle.”

We both turned at her approach.


“I’m going for a ride with the captain.”


“Lili, please,” Walks Softly began, “take care.”


“I will. Thank you for breakfast. Etienne, so good meeting you. Don’t stand here fretting. Finish what I interrupted.”


I bent to kiss her smooth cheek, then chuckled. “A treasure, I vow. I may risk El Pantera’s pistols yet.”


She handed the conch shell to Walks Softly, then bent to retrieve her discarded sandals. Her natural grace must surely invite James’ lust. “Please do not worry. He is your friend, too. You must know he will not genuinely harm me.”


“I worry you will harm each other in equal measure.”


I slid my arm around my indian. “I will take your mind from it, mon amour.”

She smiled and I felt she had accepted our love completely.


Walks Softly and I washed the crockery and tidied the place in silence. As we finished, I went to lock the door. Seeing his distracted and worried expression, I sought a smile from him. “I am forever wishing you in my breeches, yet here I stand wishing you out of them.” I took his hand and led him to our nest.


He responded to me at once when I kissed him and stripped his solitary garment from him. My indian made a sound down low in his chest that told me his had surrendered to my seduction in body, if not in mind. I kissed and caressed him all over, taking special care to stimulate his very sensitive nipples before indulging myself. I put him on his side, left leg upon the floor, his right up my chest and propped upon my shoulder. Slicking up, I carefully sank into him.


“I adore you, mon bon sauvage.”


He gasped and shuddered, managed to whisper, “And I you.”


CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN


I finished making our morning meal while Walks Softly fetched Lili. We would dine on sweet cornbread, fresh fruit and sausage stewed in cream. She arrived looking fresh and beautiful beyond words. She greeted me if we’d known each other a long time, hugging me and kissing both my cheeks.


I returned the affection. “You smell like Heaven. And you glow this morning.”


She smiled, removed her sandals. I had the impression she’d some wickedly delicious secret. “I starve. Feed me.”


We dined on spicy sausage stewed in cream, cornbread, fresh melon and strawberries. I told tales of the French court. After we finished, Walks Softly made tea.


Brown eyes bright and alive with spirit, she admitted, “I intend to seduce the captain, use his lust to my advantage.”


I chuckled, delighted by her, “Brava, Lili!” Walks Softly emitted a sound of displeasure. I continued. “You think El Pantera in need of warning, mon amour? There’s no plot to harm. No intent of violence. Your honor does not demand you advise him.”


“He knows,” she said. “I spoke plainly yesterday.”


Walks Softly brought our tea in serviceable metal cups. He took his standing in the open doorway.


Leaning toward her, I spoke in a stage whisper. “Our indian cannot associate himself with us as we conspire.”


“Truly,” she assured, “I invited the captain’s lust. He will have no surprise.”


Her inexperience would prevent her knowing many things. I had no intention of allowing her to remain ignorant. “What of contraception?”


“What?”


“How will you prevent a baby?”


“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that.” Her spirits dipped noticeably.


“Walks Softly knows how to dose you with herbs. But if I am not mistaken, it requires a week of taking the concoction to provide any guarantee.” I sipped tea.
She tried the same, found it too hot, so I switched our cups, giving her the cooler brew. “Most likely the captain practices the civilized custom of timely withdraw. But a lady should never rely upon it.”


“I don’t understand.”


“When a man becomes too aroused to accept further stimulation, he will climax.”


I saw understanding dawn. She lowered her voice. “Is that what is called ‘the little death‘? I discovered it for my self last night.”


I clasped her free hand, squeezed, “Brava, again, mon tressor. Education, especially about oneself, is never wasted. With a man, his seed is released.”


“What does it look like?”


“A bit like cream.” I smiled as our mutual friend grunted and took himself out of doors. “Shall we drink our tea on the beach?”


“Yes, let’s.”


Walks Softly was walking into the jungle down a narrow unfamiliar path. I nodded toward him. “I suspect he goes to gather what you need.”


Lili played in the warm surf for a few moments. “Can you tell me what he will desire?”


“Every man is different, Lili. But I can tell you with confidence a few things. He will want to touch your breasts, put his mouth upon them. Especially the nipples.”


The expression of fascination and surprise told all. “Truly?”


“Oh yes. He’ll put his fingers inside your body again, mayhaps his tongue, then his manhood.”


“Will it hurt?”


“Yes, but each woman experiences a different pain. I have heard some consider it a sort of brief ’pop’. Others, something terrible. I believe much has to do with the man. The captain will be considerate.”


“Even provoked?”


“I think so, Lili.”


“I appreciate your honesty.”


“Only the first time, cher,” I offered, seeking to put her mind at ease. “After that, it will only get better for you.”


“I’m a little unnerved, having never seen a male naked.”


I chuckled. “Do you want a friendly preview, Lili, you have only to ask.”


“You’d do that for me?” She sounded at once tempted and awed.


“Of course.” Anything to aid in her quest. The more trouble she gave James, the less time he would have to hover around me.


After a moment, she answered, “I think not. The purity of the discovery is already compromised by my experimentations. That alone I will save for the event.”


“There’s the spirit, make use of his lust if you can. But have your pleasure.”


We resumed our lesson from the previous morning, and when we returned, the captain’s big gray stallion stood tethered in the shade beside the dwelling. I sensed as much as saw her moment of exhilaration.


James stepped out onto the porch, dressed in Hessians over tan breeches like a gentleman. The belt bristling with pistols and a short dagger, wide-sleeved white shirt, braided hair and winking gold hoop shattered the civilized image.


“Good morning, captain,” she greeted, ladylike and poised.


I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him such a position. “Can’t recall ever bumping into you so much on previous visits, captain.”


“Is Walks Softly at the harbor?” Something in his tone made me think he didn’t care to have her left alone with me.


“He’s around somewhere,” I replied. “He was kind enough to give me time with your enchanting guest.”


The captain’s word emerged silky and soft. “We both know she isn’t precisely ‘my guest‘.”


“All the same, she should be accorded the privileges of one. As her stay with you is none of her own design or desire.”


“Which,” the captain’s jaw tightened, “her freedom to breakfast with you and Walks Softly amply demonstrates.”


I inclined my head, acknowledging this. “Mayhaps if you’ve nothing pressing, it would be a perfect time to show your guest, the falls. A swim would surely banish her discomfort in this tropical heat.”


He looked at her rather than me as he spoke. “It does not appear she suffers.”


“I’ve never had the opportunity to swim,” she responded politely.


“’Tis settled,” I pronounced. “The good captain will take you to the falls.”


James’ lips lifted at one corner. “Do you expect I will allow myself to be maneuvered?”


I laughed, reached over to take her empty cup. “Not really, but I gave my best effort. Good day to you both.”


Wishing her bon chance in my heart, I left them alone.



CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT


I had to attend a dispute between several members of my crew over a local girl’s favors. As I walked back to the house on the beach, I passed a hedge of red roses. Choosing a dark crimson one in that stage between bud and full-blown flower, I cut it and carried it with me. Walks Softly stood at his work table sorting various components for Lili’s tonic. I shut and locked the door behind me, walked to him. Wrapping my arm around him from behind, I held up my fragrant offering.


Putting my mouth close to his ear, I said, “It has been my privilege to call you my lover for over a year.”


His hands halted and he reached up to put his hand over mine and touch the bloom to his bare brown chest. He turned his head, gaze lowered to my mouth. I reached around with my other hand to lay it against his smooth cheek and jaw to press him closer. The jolt of pleasure when our mouths met never ceased to surprise me. I felt a shudder go through him and opened my eyes. A drop of blood formed like a scarlet pearl upon his chest and I realized he’d pressed a thorn there apurpose.


His dark lashes lifted and I saw the simmering heat in his obsidian eyes. “In the mood for a bit of savage, mon amour?”


He nodded. While I could never actually hurt him, the bit of pain mixed with pleasure he occasionally enjoyed, I had no trouble providing. In fact, I looked for creative ways to give him what he liked. Since the last time, I had formulated something special. I removed my hand from his face, caught his blood on my finger and brought it around to my mouth. Like the rest of him, it tasted wild, sweet and sharp. His gaze tracked the action. He groaned and leaned back against me.


I kissed him again, reveling in the moment of gentleness before what I intended. “All right, mon amour, finish what you must and be quick.”


He hurried to do what he must. I placed the rose in a cup filled with water and gathered what I required. We kept all manner of restraints for such occasions, as well as any toys we had collected during our travels and time together.


I laid out our box of pleasure implements, folded our customary nest into a thick pad. My indian came to stand beside it, for the moment docile despite his phallus bucking within his breeches.


I removed all save my breeches. Attired identically, our roles would now split. Knowing how he loved this, I assumed the persona I used to play. “On your knees, indian.”


He knelt upon the folded furs and sheets.


“Eyes down,” I barked. He bowed his head. His braid slithered forward over his shoulder and my own erection twitched. “Hands behind your back.” I walked around around to tie them together. At any time our play became too much, he had only to speak our chosen word and all would cease. This made the exploration safe and exciting for both of us.


I stared down at him, savoring the sight of his beautiful shoulders and back. Then, I bent to retrieve a light black leather whip from our toy box. Smiling, knowing the sensual havoc I would wreak, I trailed it down his spine, then slapped it lightly on one of his yet-clad buttocks. The breath hissed from him. I laid it across his back in a swift series of light flicks. My lover arched and growled. I caught his braid in my hand and bent him farther back. Leaning low, I kissed him aggressively. Our tongues dueled. I rather sucked his into submission. Then I dealt him a sharper blow for his rebellion.


He grunted and jerked.


I bent to open his breeches. My lover’s huge, coppery-skinned cock made my knees weak. Steeling myself, I shoved the garment down and walked to stand before him. Whip poised, I ordered, “Take down my breeches, indian.”


He realized at once my orchestration. With his white teeth, he worked the fastenings. It required finesse. Especially since my phallus kicked like a green mount. I loved this. When my very eager and stiff cock burst forth, I growled, “Now please me with your mouth.”


He licked and sucked the head of my penis. I fought back the sensation of libidinous splendor. Changing the angle of my blow, I lightly whipped his back. My indian groaned and it vibrated my cock.


I stepped back, withdrawing my cock from his mouth. That required will. I walked around behind him, selected a lovely glass faux phallus and oiled it. “Bend forward.”

My lover pressed his cheek and chest to the floor. With arms bound behind him, he awaited my pleasure. I listened and watched, making certain I pleased, even as I growled, “Take it, indian.” I submerged the toy. On his knees, plaything inserted, my lover waited. I urged him upright, though ‘made’ him remain upon his knees. His jet eyes held a hint of rebellion. Flirting with it, I taunted. “I could make you suck my cock. Or withdraw that toy and ram your delicious ass until I spewed.” Seeing his animal brawn flex, I sought to call down the thunder. “I could jerk myself to climax on your face then leave you here.”


I heard Walks Softly rumble. The muscles of his powerful body flexed and of a sudden I had no choice.


In the next moment he loomed over me and fucked my mouth. I lie upon my back as he thrust his cock down my throat. I reached up to embrace his body.


“My Etienne,” he growled.

I held him to me and swallowed his climax. Yet ablaze, I continued to draw upon him. He moved away, withdrew the toy from him, and placed me on my belly. I knew he would ram the life from me if I resisted. So, I turned onto my back and lifted my legs high.


“Like this, mon bon sauvage”


My lover oiled his erection.


I asked, “Will you punish me?”


He entered me with profound tenderness. “Nay, My Etienne. My Frenchman.”


I lifted my hips, loving his invasion. For this night, my lover and I enjoyed peace. What occurred on the morrow, none could tell.


THE END

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DESTINED, fourth in the Garrett family saga is the story of James Garrett the Second, son of Roth and Braxton. His quest to find relations in England brings far more than expected. This Garrett man meets a woman very different from any he has known. She’s innocent and artlessly lovely to his eyes. Unfortunately, she has a true knack for chaos.