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On Wild and Bed, part two of our erotic time traveling pirate fantasy, Catherine is attempting to return to her home port with her teenage fantasy of a pirate, but in the back of her mind, concerns over the next steps after he leaves the yacht plague her. What if he gets arrested, Will he try and fight with everyone he disagrees with? Where the hell could she find him some clothes? With doubt outter doubt growing as they approach
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you enjoy tonight's show. Catherine reclined on the bench seat of the yacht, watching William guide the boat artfully through the sea. She had to admit he really did look like this was his natural place to be, naked, his hands firmly grasping the wheel. For some reason, the moment he took the helm, he reminded her of a lion watching over his territory. He seemed taller, broader, his muscles flexed in the morning sun, the hint of sweat glinting on his torso. He looked the epitome of a pirate.
Everything she had ever fantasized about as a teenager, he was just on the modern yacht. He most definitely wasn't the Admiral, her long distant great grandfather was a founding father of Port Talbot, even though he must have been at sea about the same time. They had decided to go without the sat nav system, as William just screamed at it as it gave off a weird crackle, obviously
malfunctioning anyway, which of course meant it was demonic. Once he had stopped threatening to slit its kissets, to which Catherine had to muster all WheelPower not to laugh, she switched it off. There probably was a quicker way to Port Talbert, but this route was very relaxed and private, so private that Catherine decided to succumb to a pirate legend. Her eyes traced over the tattoos on his arms, watching his strong fingers flex on the wheel. Just watching his
hands move over the whill made her throb gently. There was something about him that made her feel like she had known him forever. He had a demeanor that was simple and straightforward, even if that didn't mean he would threaten everything around him, a demeanor quite different to the men she had known. The artwork that adorned his body tangled over his swarthy skin. He wasn't the golden brown of the men that she could see on any beach.
He was a dark Mediterranean brown of a man that had been lashed by the sun, whipped by the salt water of the sea, and then come back for more. The figures tattooed on his arms seemed to move as his biceps flexed, controlling the ship with his very presence. Her eyes drifted over the plane of his stomach, his muscles weren't touched in the same way as those of someone with a dose of gim obsession, but underneath his skin they writhed and moved in unity, hinting at a
strength those chim bunnies could not dream of. Catherine stretched out her legs over the cushioned bench, enjoying the sea breeze and the caress of the sun. Closing her eyes, she swore William was seeing to himself while someone was singing. She could hear the faint sound of the voices over the noise of the yacht as it carved its path through the waves, almost as if the crash of the waves against the hull were a chorus to the song.
They were in such perfect time, so this legend, she called out, about women having to be naked aboard a ship. Do you want to test it? Do you think the seas will calm if I take my clothes off now? She grinned as she bit her lip playfully, her fingers teasing at the buttons of her shirt. Mistress, for a siren such as your good self, I think the tide would stop if you were naked aboard a vessel, William
growled roughly, his eyes focusing on her fingers. His semi erect twitching I, on the other hand, might be another proposition altogether. Catherine slipped her fingers along the line of her buttons, releasing each one slowly, her eyes fixated on
the growing example of manhood between William's muscular thighs. Sliding her hand up and down her soft stomach, she pushed her shirt back the sea air, biting viciously at her nipples, forcing them into painfully tied peaks, circling them with her fingers, enticing them further. A whimper escaped her lips before she pinched them gently. The ship pitched to the side, forcing a spray of ocean water to soak Catherine. Laughing, she shouted, eyes on the sea, Captain Blackheart, I don't want to
drown today. William grumbled as his gaze refocused on the horizon, his growing erection revealing his hidden thoughts. Catherine pushed one deck shoe and then the other from her feet, letting them fall to the deck, before her fingers teased over the wet waistband of her jeans, releasing each button with painfully slow movements. She lifted her hips and pushed the sudden denim over her thighs, exposing herself intimately to the sea. Air parting her legs, the breeze brushed over her naked lips,
sending a tremble through her body. Captain Blackhart, she called, I seemed to be very wet. William grinned wildly, not letting his eyes lower from the horizon. If only there was a big, muscular pirate who might help this maiden in distress, she said, wistfully. I'd wager you are her maiden mistress. You are, though most definitely a temptous siren. William crowed so at Catherine teases her fingers moved between
her thighs, massaging her false gently. She could feel William's eyes flicking down to a pussy, caressing her angry red lips and exploring her deeper, pushing her fingers between her folds just enough to expose the delicate bloom of her passion. She moaned loudly. She would like to say it was with a faux passion, but that would be a lie. Her pussy was possibtively dripping, clutching frantically at her fingers as she explored inside. If anything, she was barely controlling
the lust in her body. There was just something about this man that made her pussy ache with need. Just how the fuck did he do this to her? Watching him as his hands grasped the will as if it was the last same thing on the planet, his cock twitched furiously in the air. Damn, she could feel it throbbing from here. Catherine licked her lips, slowly, remembering the sensation of that very same cock teasing her throat. Something flashed in William's eyes, the fire that seemed to make
his eyes glow. He grabbed a rope from the side and lashed the will, securing their direction. Leaving the helm, he stalked across the deck, his body tight with lust. Well, my teasing siren, maybe you should learn some manners, he gritted out. Grabbing her wrists roughly, he pulled her from the bench and walked it to the rigging on the mast, turning her and pushing her face against a rough rope. His body pressed along her back, pulling her wrists up,
securing them with the rope in his hand. His erection pressed against her ass as his palms slid over her hips, pulling her back against him. His throbbing length, positively burned between her cheeks. She could feel her pussy clutching for him desperately, a wanton desire she just hadn't thought she was possible of until now, pressing against her, pushing her against the rigging. Her nipples rubbed over the rope, sending
bod of electricity pulsing through her body. The tip of his cock burned against her private rosette, the one place she still considered herself virginal. To her surprise, her ass pushed back against him. She had never even considered anal sex before, but as her legs parted at their own volition, it was clear to Catherine her body had ideas and wasn't going to discuss them with her brain. William's breath
burned at her ears. His lips caressed her neck roughly, his beard tingling over her soft skin, like the idea of a little punishment, my siren, he whispered hoarsely, Hi, Captain, I do she muttered her response, surprised at the words leaving her mouth. Obviously this was a thought that William enjoyed as well, given how viciously his cock pulsed against her without waiting William crouched behind her, biting her ass as he tied her ankles to the rigging. Catherine moaned
with painful delight. Wriggling hopelessly against the ropes, Catherine eventually accepted her body was secured. I'm guessing a cat of nine tails would be too much for this moment, he said, so the flat of my hand will have to do, he growled as he brought his hand down roughly against her ass, the noise echoing over the deck above the sound of the sea. Catherine's pussy responded with a delicious throbbing as the heat from his spank invaded her pussy.
There was an erotic sting that spread from her ass and gripped her clip with a vicious lust. Moaning, Catherine realized herrass was pushing out another round of cruel treatment. Repeatedly, William punished her soft cheeks, the sting ricocheting around her body, the fire spreading through her nerves until every cellar body throbbed a carlal need. The caress of her desire teased at the inside of her thighs. Suddenly, his fingers pressed
between her legs. Rough calloused skin tormented her pussy. Savagely, he pushed his fingers between her folds, thrusting his white ditches deep inside her sacks. His breath was against the rear, once again, panting hungrily as he groaned, well, Siren, feels like you're even wetter than you were before. There was no denying her arousal. It wretched her body, tearing new avenues of pleasure with every movement of his fingers. Whether by design or accident, his fingers roughly brushed her clip.
Catherine tensed as a noslaught of an orgasm pressed through her veins. Cock. I want your cock inside me, she managed, as the sensations grasped her throat, strangling her words and breath before they left her mouth. You want my cock, Siren, William asked as he gripped her wrists, pulling at the rope. Catherine tried to turn to face him, but again the ropes held her fast. There was something oftly exciting about his laugh as his fingers grasped her ass cheeks, digging
his fingernails into the soft flesh. Finding her hands dropped free falling down from the rigging, William pressed her bent over the lowered boom and pushed at her pussy, the scolding heat of his cock pushing between her lips with apparentees the rhythm of the yacht echoed through his erection as he thrust deep into her sex, every push stretching her lips with a delightful sting. Clutching frantically at the rope, Catherine pushed back against William, forcing every thrust deeper, wanting
him to fill every inch of her. Her pussy clutched along his pulsing length, grasping it, hungry for more of this man, this man so different from the gentle men she had known. Her body tensed as she felt him push along the wall of her pussy, tormenting every sensuous spot. Her hands wrapped in the rope, pulling on it in desperation as her body burned like a wildfire, Biting on the rope to suppress her moans, Catherine was suddenly aware
of William's groans as he thrust relentlessly inside her. Hearing his pleasure arising only served to accelerate her own. His fingernails dug into her hips as he brought her back against him, every punishing thrust, hitting the right spots repeatedly his fingers raked up her back, bawling her hair tightly,
he poured her even harder against him. The irruption of his desire exploded deep inside her pussy, filling her with his seed, the hot stream of him finally igniting her own orgasm as Catherine slammed back against him, demanding his full length, complete satisfaction, biting on the rope, her moans transforming into growls as she let her orgasm flood over her body. It was long moments before either of them spoke,
their bodies trembling with a wonderful symphony. Eventually, William broke the silence, retiring her wrists, he said, and you can stay here, siren, otherwise we will never make it to port. Catherine twisted against the vines, but found herself unable to move them. She eventually just collapsed onto the rigging as the warm come from her pussy and drifted down her thighs. Several times for the rest of the journey, she pleaded with him to release her, but every time he just
ignored her, his eyes focused on the sea ahead. After what seemed like forever, he eventually cried out land ho and suddenly a panic grasp Catherine, this wouldn't be the poor talbot he had left. She hadn't prepared him for what he was going to find when he returned there. There was so much she should have said, but hadn't distracted enjoying spending their precious moments on the open sea.
Now reality crashed back into her mind, and she cried out, William, there are things I need to tell you before we make land. Please release me. There must have been something in her voice that resonated with him, something that broke through the barriers. Dropping the anchor and turning the engine off, the yacht slowed gently. William then walked over to Catherine and released her ropes. She rubbed her wrists as blood
flowed back into her arms unrestricted. Watching William release her ankles, she suddenly felt a wave of concern for him flood over her. How did you tell someone that everything they knew, everyone they cared about, well, it had all just gone that the laws of the land were different now, and he would have to respect that. He couldn't live his life as he did once, that he would have to
at least try to be inconspicuous. William Blackheart was a strong man of that she had no doubt, but inside there was a gentle soul hidden beneath his crustacean like shell. As she really thought he would be more affected by his circumstances than his demeanor might suggest. He was alone, more alone than any person could ever imagine being. And the people she knew well, she really doubted he would enjoy their company. And what if he got into a fight, or,
not forbid, got arrested. He had said the sea saved him. Catherine knew the truth was the sea had cursed him, cursed him to a prison there was no escape from. She looked at him, her head tilted to one side as she studied him so strong and yet right now, so very vulnerable. Looking over his shoulder, a heavy sea fog hung over Port Talbot. In fact, you could barely
make out the port at all. The large towers that made it so recognizable were hidden in the mists, the usual fare of sea traffic non existence, presumably everybody staying in the safety of port. But in that fog lay the personal hell in prison of one Captain William Blackheart. What else could she do? Take him back to the island and drop off food on a daily basis, He wasn't the sort of man who would suffer that for too long. She choked back a tear and refocused onto
his face, his eyes watching her with an intense curiosity. William, she began, For some reason, I feel like I've known you forever, even though my mind knows he's just been twenty four hours. She reached her hand up and strewed his cheek gently. The poor top you left isn't the one we are returning to now. Another tear stinged to her eye. They have laws you know nothing about. For a start, we'll have to get you some clothes, she grinned through the midst of tears that clouded her vision,
trying to sound light hearted. His brow furrowed as he listened. I know when you left Port Talbot you could sort most issues out with a cuddlass and a fight. You really can't do that anymore. They will put you in prison if you do. I guess we can sort out the rest of the laws as we go. Just please don't draw attention to yourself. Don't get arrested, She finished, wondering what else to say. She kindly knew that most of it they would have to work out over time.
You have to know your friends and family have long since passed. Any property you had is probably owned by someone else now. But it's okay. You can stay with me for as long as you need, she said, without thinking. The powder of her thumb rushed over his cheek as she held his gaze, his thoughts hidden from her even in the depths of his dark blue eyes. I have to get dressed now. Once we make port, you stay below deck and I will go and get you some
clothes and us some breakfast. For some reason, I seemed to have a huge appetite today. She smiled at him again gently, Then, leaning in, she kissed his forehead fondly. She knew he was probably shocked with what he had learned so far, and it would take a lot of processing to accept it all, but God, she wished she would say something anything. Slipping on her jeans and shirt, she looked at him again as she held her deck shoes. I'll see you right, William, don't be scared, she said,
smiling at him. For all his obvious competence with a yacht, she really didn't want to sail into a heavy sea fog without the SAT switched on. There were just too many sandbanks and wrecks for it to be anywhere near safe. Switching the machine back on, it just crackled strangely again. The air must be still full of static electricity from last night's storms, she decided, turning on the short wave radio with the hope of calling the port master and
requesting a pilot vessel to get them there safely. The radio screen flashed to life and then echoed the crackle of the GPS. Well, if a storm could bring a man from the past, I guess it could be strong enough to mess with my comms, she mumbled to herself. Well, Captain Blackheart, it looks like we will need to raise our sails. There isn't much wind, but enough to get us to port. What say ye, she said, William, grinning, sail is always good, Mistress. William replied leverly, Are you okay?
I will make sure this is as easy for you as possible. I'm well connected in Port Talbert. You'll have nothing to worry about, Catherine said, concerned by his tone. Mistress, you obviously do a lot of thinking, So can I ask you a question? He asked quietly, Course, she replied, wondering which aspect of modern life, he wanted, explaining, Well, everything you said assumes I came forward in time. I came from the past, he said, pausing. Catherine nodded her agreement.
What if it was you that came back, he asked the question, punching Katherine in the ribs. None of your modern machinery is working, and I have yet to have sight or sound of another modern vessel like you have told me of. Catherine looked at him, mouthing his words silently, before tearing her gaze away from William and staring with sheer dread at the sea folk that drifted over the ocean. What if she started confusion veil in her mind and leaving her unable to complete the sentence as a single
tear stung at her cheeks. Well, ha ha, I thought i'd leave that on a bit of a knife edge this week. I hope you're enjoying the story, So the final part of it next week, Yes, So look forward to seeing you then when we can get wild in bed all over again. But until next week, and always with your pleasure in mind. And this is Devil in Wild, wishing you solacious dreams. Last time