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The tavern is a joyous place tonight. Captain Kenway and his crew upon the Jackdaw have recently come into a significant sum of wealth – stolen from the Spanish navy – and, once repairs are done and shares dealt out, what does a pirate want more than alcohol and women?

The tavern is particularly busy with merry crewmates, many of whom have a drink in their hand and a whore on their lap who’s smiling because she knows she’s to be paid well tonight. There’s music, song, dance, cheers and (your favourite) Captain Kenway has bought a round of drinks for everyone and so the alcohol sliding down your throat is free and somehow that makes it taste all the better upon your tongue.

But your eyes aren’t on the drinking games or the dances or the little band of musicians who have come along, no, your eyes are on Mary. Well, technically your eyes are on James as your lover is all dressed up in her masculine disguise but James and Mary have only a veil-like line to separate them in your opinion. Regardless of how your lover dresses or what they call themselves, they are the keeper of your heart and that’s all that truly matters to you. James is the rough-around-the-edges gentleman who’s swept you off your feet and no woman can get his loyalty to sway no matter how desperately she tries, fruitlessly employing every act of seduction in her attempts. Mary is your secret treasure, she’s your privilege to know, to love. She’s all yours and you endeavour to remind her of how much you appreciate being trusted enough to know her for her hidden identity.

But the alcohol heating your throat and belly is quickly swaying your desires and you can’t tear your gaze from her rich, tanned skin, the scars on her face that you adore kissing, her lean but strong body. You love the way that it can give you a real challenge against her strength but also how you can pin her down if you really put your mind to it (or play dirty).

James slides a little closer to you and coils his arm around your waist as he props his chin on your shoulder and flashes you a laddish grin, alcohol as much in his breath as it is yours.

“You look bloody radiant tonight, Alice.” He bites his lip to try and quell the smile that’s stretching across his face as he reaches up to tuck a stray curl behind your ear, pausing to stroke your cheek with the backs of his calloused fingers. You smile softly at your lover’s compliment and lean in to kiss his smiling mouth.

His deft fingers are soon tangling into the very curls that he just tucked behind your ear and your lips meld together with the sweet, warm taste of alcohol upon your tongues. You feel James’ other hand reach down and squeeze your thigh, loving how soft and pillowy it is but also strong enough that he knows (from experience) that they could easily suffocate him. Sometimes he really thinks it’s the ideal way to go out when he listens to your sweet moans and whimpers as you desperately rock your hips against your lover’s face to chase down an orgasm that’ll leave you a trembling, pliant pretty mess.

James catches your bottom lip between his teeth and playfully tugs at it as his hand sneaks up your thigh. There are more than enough men and women making out around the tavern for anyone to even bat an eye at the two of you but that doesn’t stop the little sound of surprise that is torn from your throat when James’ hand creeps up past the height of your boots until his fingers ghost over the ties at the front of your trousers.

You reach down to hold his hand, slowing him down but not entirely stopping him as his tongue slides against yours and he leans down over you more. Your fingers lace through his as his hand in your hair slides to the back of your neck, holding you in place so that you’re not able to pull away until he’s had his fill of your kisses. James always kisses you in such a passionate way that it feels like a first kiss after not seeing each other for so long; they’re always new and fresh and exciting in a way you can never grow tired of.

He pulls away and casts a quick glance over his shoulder as he lets go of your hand. Everyone is either busy with their own partner, their friends or is already far too drunk to really process their surroundings. Moreover, the two of you are sitting in a sheltered little booth to the side of the tavern that the lights upon the walls and hanging from the ceiling don’t quite reach. The main source of light comes from the half-melted candle that sits in an empty rum bottle upon the table, casting a dancing, flickering glow of firelight upon the two of you.

A cheeky grin presents itself upon your lover’s face when he realises that the conditions are seemingly perfect for what he has in mind. His eyes fix upon yours as he brings his thumb and forefinger to his mouth, licking them in a way that is most certainly intended to remind you of what that tongue is capable of. Once they are covered in a thin layer of his saliva, he reaches over the table to squeeze the wick of the candle, snuffing out the flame and casting a half-darkness over the booth you’re sitting in.

“James, you’re not…” You bite your lip and you’re unsure whether it’s out of nervousness or anticipation. Are you against this? You’re not sure. You look around the tavern and observe the same sights that your lover did. Distracted customers and low light. Your eyes find James’ beautiful, scarred face one more – the same face that belongs to Mary. No one would notice, surely? And wouldn’t it be exciting to indulge in such pleasures while those around you remain unaware? You bite your lip and it makes James grin as he can tell you’re already fantasising about the things the two of you might be able to get away with.

“Come on, lass.” He slides a little closer to you until your legs are pressed against each other. One of his palms presses to the seat on the other side of you, making it easy for him to lean down over you and keep you close, preventing you from shuffling away. “We probably won’t even be the only ones doing this… I can tell you want to.” He tries to convince you with another series of slow and sensual kisses. A little triumphant grin paints his face when he feels your hands curl into the collar of his coat and pull him closer. You want this but he’s going to make you need it.

Deft fingers undo the top buttons of your shirt to expose the tawny skin of your chest. His lips map rivers across your throat and collar while calloused fingertips caress the softness of the tops of your breasts.

“Tilt your head back for me…” He murmurs seductively and lets out a little groan of approval when you do just as instructed. “Atta girl, Alice~” You puff out a breath at his words. James’ voice has always been a weakness of yours, ever since his first words to you. He’s got a lilt that you could listen to for hours on end without a break. He speaks lowly in your ear and it’s like velvety honey wine pouring into your senses, intoxicating you with its warm burn.

Your fingers comb through the top of his hair — mindful to not move the bandana that will reveal how long it truly is — as his lips trail down to the tender flesh of your breasts. Your line of sight breaks from him in order to skim over all the other customers of the tavern; nothing has changed. They’re all too preoccupied with their own entertainment and affairs to have noticed James and yourself.

Sure that neither of you will be noticed, your hand cradles your lover’s head to your chest in order to encourage him to not stop. His fingers walk down over your soft belly to find the ties of your trousers once more, tugging and winding his fingers around the string in order to loosen it and pull it open. Slowly, you slide your thighs apart beneath the table in order to make room for him, to invite him. You lean back in your little seat in the booth just slightly, back leaning into the rest behind you.

James’ lips return to your collar and then rise to that soft spot just beneath your ear where he applies an extra amount of attention, letting out pleased little hums at the taste of your skin being nipped by his teeth. His breath comes out in hot puffs against the little wet spots his tongue leaves against your sensitive flesh, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. He moans quietly in your ear as his hand finally begins to slip into your undone trousers, pausing to nibble on your earlobe and suckle softly on it for a moment before speaking in a seductive, gravelly whisper.

“You’re going to have to stay quiet for me now, alright?” You reply with a nod of your head and he kisses your cheek once. His fingers glide down, avoiding your clit for now and delve between your folds that are already becoming puffy with arousal. “Oh, Alice, so wet for me already.” He muses and you can tell that he knows all too well of the effect his voice is having on you.

He thoroughly wets the pads of his fingers in your sticky arousal and drags it through your slit, covering you with it. He lets out a low little chuckle when your body gives a little jolt at the sudden pleasure of his fingers smearing your wetness over your clit and then pushing down with just the right amount of pressure. “Be still now, we don’t want people to see, do we?” He says with an abundance of amusement in his voice.

“N-no…” You agree and steal a glance around the tavern again. Everyone is still too busy doing their own thing to have noticed that James’ hand is now down the front of your pants and his fingers are rubbing little stars into your sensitive clit, smearing your sticky wetness over it so that his skin can slide sticky against yours to bring you pleasure.

James keeps an eye out for your body language, your reactions that tell him what’s going through both your body and your head. Your one hand is gripping onto James’ leg while the other has curled into a fist on the table, nails biting into your palm as you breathe heavily through your nose, teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your lower lip in order to make it easier to muffle all of your noises.

You suck in a hissed breath through those teeth when James’ fingers slide downwards and prod exploringly at your hole before slowly pushing just the tip of his finger in and then back out again; in and out, in and out. He does this over and over until a needy little whine bubbles out of your throat. That’s exactly what James had been waiting for and he then sinks the entirety of his finger into your warm, wet entrance. He delights in the shaky little sigh of relief you let out when you believe he is finished with his teasing. But he has misled you because he soon withdraws his middle finger entirely and instead slips his ring finger into you and then pulls it all the way out again.

You tug a little at his clothes in protest of the way he’s teasing you with touches that just aren’t long enough to bring you real pleasure, instead giving you a small sample of what is to come though you know not for how long you will be made to wait for the real thing. Though, this is exactly the reaction he wanted from you and now that he’s got it, he sinks both fingers into your needy pussy. You lean forwards to rest your forehead on his shoulder, wanting to hide your pleasured expression and the way your breath is now coming out in puffed little pants from anyone who might look your way and suspect that something inappropriate is taking place between the couple sat in the dim little booth off at the side of the tavern.

“Keep your head up now, Alice.” James’ voice drawls out by your ear as you sink your teeth into your trembling bottom lip in a desperate attempt to not let any lewd sound spill from your mouth. He nudges your forehead a little with his shoulder but you get let out the quietest little whine, not yet feeling composed enough to raise your head. Your lover lets out an exaggerated sigh that’s thick with the melody of disappointment mere moments before you feel his fingers glide all the way out of your walls that are squeezing down around them. A sharp gasp is torn from your throat and you suddenly sit upright, spine straight and trying to casually lean your head back against the backrest of the booth seat.

You grit your teeth in an attempt to try and collect yourself, to make it seem like nothing is amiss between the two of you. The thought that you might get caught excited you, yes, but you had a deep feeling in your gut that you would be completely and utterly mortified if anyone found out that James was working on bringing you to orgasm in such a public place.

At your sudden obedience to follow his instructions and act casually to avoid rousing any suspicion, James rewards you by burying his fingers into you once more but this time he curls them upwards to press into that particularly soft spot that has your toes curling in your boots and your spine arching just a little more. You swallow thickly and do your utmost to contain all the noises that you want to let out in order to spur him on.

James begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling them up to press and glide over that sweet spot of yours simultaneously. Your walls begin to pulse and squeeze around him as you approach your orgasm and you almost let out a cry of protest when all of a sudden, he withdraws from you completely.

He holds his hand up like it’s some fine prize, spreading his fingers apart to watch your wetness sticklily stretch between them like the tracks of a spider’s web. His tongue curls between his fingers to lap it all up while his hazel eyes remain fixed upon your own dark ones as he laps his hand clean of your arousal. You feel hypnotised as you watch the little erotic spectacle that he’s putting on for you. You open your mouth to protest that he just stopped right when-

“Not here.” He says, already knowing what you’re about to say. “I want to hear you calling out my name when you cum.” He leans forwards and presses his scarred lips to yours, giving you a taste of yourself upon them. While he’s leaned in, he comes even closer so that his cheek brushes against yours and his breath tickles your ear. “My real name.”

You’re left to tie up your bottoms again as James stands up and leaves the table to start saying his goodbyes to all of his friends and acquaintances. You shuffle your way out of the booth and stand on your feet as you watch him go around and say his goodbyes. You walk across the floor to join him, dodging around customers and tables. You can feel the stickiness of your panties sliding against your puffy pussy – a reminder of the orgasm that was just torn from your grasp – with every step you take. You hold onto James’ arm to join him as the two of you politely say goodbye and then head out in order to return to the inn that you’ve rented for the night.

The moment that the door shuts behind the two of you and you’ve slid the bolt across to lock it, James is shrugging off his coat and letting her hair down from the bandanna that’s been tying it up. You watch as she crosses the room to briefly check that her hair isn’t too messy before she picks up a tube of red lipstick which she paints onto her mouth and blends out with her thumb in order to give her lips a brightly blushing tint. She casts a glance at you over the mirror as she sits upon the little stool that’s in front of the vanity with its mirror that’s cracked on one side.

You look upon Mary who has the same face as James and you just soak in the sight for a few moments that seem to stretch on for millennia. So few people in the world know that this incredible woman who is sitting in front of you exists. You are one of the lucky individuals who is privileged enough to meet her and blessed by some divine being to be able to love her.

You’re broken out of your little trance when she raises her hand and beckons you over with the very fingers that were inside of you no less than ten minutes ago. You walk up to her as she spreads her legs to make room for you, her hands landing on your soft hips and then roaming downwards to squeeze your thighs. They’re deceivingly soft but she knows that there’s a layer of muscle beneath that’s far more powerful than you look for your short stature, your head only just reaching beneath Mary’s chin when you stand side-by-side. Her hands begin to push you downwards until you’re kneeling at her feet and her fingers comb gently through the voluminous curls of your hair, her fingers dancing upon the curve of your cheek for a moment before she starts to toe off her boots as she leans down to kiss you, fingertips brushing just beneath your chin and tickling you slightly.

Her hands glide over your throat to your collar, skimming down your arms until she’s taking your hands into hers and guiding them to her belt. “You’re going to earn what you missed out on earlier, aren’t you?” She murmurs thickly, her voice pouring into your ears like molten gold. Entranced by your love for her, you nod your head as you begin stripping down her lower half. She pets your head in a praising manner, encouraging and rewarding you silently.

You could swear that she’s a siren. Her voice simultaneously dulls your senses and electrifies them all at once and she knows it. She enchants you with her words, enraptures you with her hushed and seductive tones. Her voice holds more power over you than any blade and she’s all too aware of it.

You tug off the final layer of the clothing on her lower half that acts like a barrier between you and her pussy that you’re more than eager to bury your face into in order to truly start off your night together. But first, you glance up at her, waiting for her approval. Her hand slides to the back of your neck, smoothing over those curls of yours that she loves so much, and she gives a single nod of her head as she parts her legs a little more and leans back on the stool so that her back bumps against the edge of the vanity table and her cunt is brought closer to the end of the stool, granting you easier access.

You lean forwards and dive in, burrowing your tongue straight into her glistening entrance and moaning softly at the taste of her. You push your face even closer to her when you start smothering her puffy slit in kisses and giving little kitten licks right up through her slit until you reach her clit. You press your tongue against it with a little more pressure, rolling over it a few times before you part your lips a little more. Drool spills from your mouth and onto her pussy in the few moments before you wrap your lips around her clit and suckle down; softly at first and then with more intensity as you hear Mary suck in hissed breaths and groan above you.

You feel her hands comb gently through your thick hair, pulling it all back away from your face in order to keep it out of your way. Her other hand stays put on the back of your neck and her nails scratch over your nape just slightly. It’s enough to send fierce waves of pleasure down your spine and you lift up one of her thighs to place over your shoulder. It’s easier to hold her open like this and you just adore feeling the warmth of her inner thigh pressed to your ear and cheek. You moan around her clit in order for her to feel the vibrations of it through such a sensitive part of her and you feel the way her body gives a little jolt in response, hips pushing towards you as her leg jostles on your shoulder and the hand upon the back of your neck pulls you even closer.

You don’t shy away from making lewd noises with your tongue as you lick at her. Your mouth slides down a little so that your nose now nudges at her clit while your tongue slides in and out of her hole, lapping up all of her essence and letting her hear the scandalous slurping noises you make as you try to taste as much of it as possible. You adore being between Mary’s legs like this and getting to hear that voice you love so much hiss and groan and sigh out your name, words of praise to spur you on. You reach back with your free hand in order to encourage her fingers in your hair to tangle and tug just enough to show you just how good she’s feeling. Once she follows your silent plea, you then bring that hand back down as your mouth returns to drooling all over her clit so that you can easily slide two fingers into her pussy. You moan quietly against her sensitive bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasure through her, at the sensation of just how soft and warm she is filling you with delight.

You’re more than sure that your panties are utterly ruined by now and your wet patch might even be showing through your pants but you can’t find the space in your head to care about those things when Mary’s other thigh comes to rest upon your other shoulder and you feel her calves cross behind you. The heels of her feet dig into your lower back as her fingers tug more insistently at your hair and her hips keen towards you as her back arches, rising up from where she had been leaning upon the edge of the vanity.

You want to toss her straight to the throes of pleasure and so you waste no time in curling your fingers up to press down on that sensitive, spongy spot inside of her while thrusting in and out at such a rapid pace that you know you wouldn’t be able to keep it up if she weren’t already so close to cumming.

You hear her pant and moan out your name as she pushes your face into her pussy, rocking her hips against you and using you as she loses herself in the intensity of the orgasm that you give her. Her lips then press together as she breathes in a heavy staccato through her nose and lets out a long groan of your name. There’s a slight quiver in her thighs just before she lets you go. She cups your face in her hands to tilt your head up, seeing how the lower half of your visage glistens with her wetness and cum. Without hesitation, she swoops down to kiss you, tongue gliding messily and passionately against yours, unfazed by the taste of herself upon you. She pulls away and bites her lip as she looks down upon you, seemingly drinking in the sight of you, a laddish smirk tugging at her smeared and red-painted lips.

“Oh, the things I plan on doing to you, my lass…”

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