Chapitre 2386: THE BLACK GRIFFIN
At first, there was only the slight rocking movement of the cot she lay on; that, and the dim sounds of the open sea, seeping through the cracks in the oiled boards. As Lili came slowly to her senses, the events of the past few hours came flooding back to her: the excited days of packing for her family's return to London, servants filling chest after chest with fine dresses and jewelry; the first few uneventful days at sea, spending most of her time in her cabin with her books and her dark thoughts of the tall midshipman with the piercing eyes; and then the sudden, savage attack on her father's boat, from the black-sailed sloop they had never seen coming in the watches of the night.
As Lili's eyes adjusted to the gloom, she began to piece together what must have happened. She remembered the cries of the crew, the sounds of clashing steel, and her maidservant coming to her with a hushed exhortation to stay indoors, with the door firmly bolted (At barely 18, her maidenhead was a treasure even more firmly protected by her lord father than all of his gold). But it was all for naught; as she shivered on her bed, soon after the door was split in two by a powerful kick from a boot, and rough hands seized her, bundling her into someone's strong arms. She swooned, and remembered no more -- and now here she was, in a strange room, on a strange ship.
And yet it did not seem like a cell; the door was of course firmly locked, but as she looked around, she saw paintings on the wooden walls, and looking back she saw that she had been laid, fully dressed, on a large bed, topped with a fine down comforter and what looked like silk sheets, even softer than those she had known at the family home in Jamaica. Perhaps they had indeed been rescued from their plight, and were on another of Her Majesty's vessels, on their way to their destination.
Her question was soon to be answered, it seemed; powerful footsteps were making their purposeful way to her door, and she sat back down on the luxurious bed, trying for a pose of graceful calm. She heard what sounded like a dozen locks and chains being pulled aside, and the door swung wide, revealing the silhouette of a towering man, a shadow cast from the lantern on the wall behind him.
"Good," he said in a low rumble of a voice, accented with a dialect close to her birthplace -- Scotland, perhaps, or Ireland. "You're awake. I trust you enjoyed your beauty rest, my lady"
The way he said the word seemed to drip with irony, and it was at that point Lili was sure she had fallen into the hands of the only remaining enemy of the British Empire -- a lowly pirate.
As her captor swung the door closed behind him (she heard other hands fastening the locks once more -- they were taking no chances that she would be sly and try an escape), he came into sharper focus in the cabin's gaslight. He stood more than 6 feet tall, and was broad and well-muscled -- a fact that was apparent despite his long coat. A trim beard decorated his chiseled features, and his eyes were like intelligent flecks of flint as he looked her over, making her feel as if she were naked before his gaze. It
seemed as if she saw him smile as her cheeks reddened, and he nodded almost imperceptibly. "Yes," he rumbled again, his voice dark and deep. "You'll do, well enough."
Lili found her bravery and her voice at this. "Well enough for what, sir?"
Her jailer smiled wider. "Sir? Why, I like that -- that's a good start. A respectful start, young Lili Hughes. To answer your very good question, you're good enough to be my new -- consort, let's say. You'll stay here, and do as I say, and you'll keep your lovely things," he said, casting around the room with a gesture. "And if you disobey me, you'll be overboard sharing your fine dresses with Davy Jones." At this, he turned to go, after one long look up and down her body, from the fiery curls of her hair, over her slim neck, the full swell of her bosom straining at her corset, the shapely hips in a fine green satin dress, and her ankles and dainty feet on the wooden boards. "Think on that awhile."
"My household," she said, stepping forward a little, bolder still now. "If I'm to be held hostage in some way... why, my father --"
"Your father's dead," the man growled. "I'm your father now, missy."
The thick oaken door slammed resolutely shut behind him, and Lili's senses finally reported to her what she had seen; a pin on the man's jacket, an unmistakable silver lion with an eagle's wings. She was in the clutches of Captain Roark -- the Black Griffin. She sank onto the bed and wept, for her family and what she had lost, and for what she might yet lose.
It was difficult to tell how much time had passed -- her cabin had no porthole -- when Lili heard her door being opened from without once more. She had located a chest of her belongings which had been deposited with her, and changed into a fresh slip and a deep blue velvet dress which had always been her favorite. Perhaps if she could plead to the Black Griffin's better qualities he may still release her. Pirates did always play at gentleman, with their own codes and rules. Mayhap there was something she could offer him to sway his hand.
Lili stood by her dresser, caught in the act of brushing her long curls as Roark strode into the room, his eyes seeming to once again claim her, own her. It was not hard to see how he had risen to his infamous position -- he exuded a dark confidence. She knew at once she must not risk his anger.
"You've changed," Roark said, as he stood with his hands on his hips, watching her.
"Do -- do you not like it, sir? I can put the green dress on again --"
"No," he said, eyes drinking her in. "No, I like this one. But from now on, I decide what you wear, and when. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes, captain Roark."
Another sly smile. "An intelligent girl, this one. I'm glad I chose you. There was another -- a ripe little serving wench who would have made fine sport -- but I knew you would be a sweeter fruit to pluck."
"Thank you, Captain," Lili said softly, her face flushing down to her cleavage. The things he inferred were monstrous and frightening but the kindness and admiration in his words affected her. She was used to growing up in a home where her brothers got far more than the lion's share of her father's affection, and here was a man pinning her in place with his eyes and praising her beauty and brains. "I have always been a good student."
"Well, that remains to be seen now, doesn't it?" Roark growled. "I fancy you've never attended the types of lessons I have in mind for you -- but yes, I think you'll do just fine. I know the type."
Lili murmured her thanks again, her thoughts a jumble as she wondered just what he meant, and then he was stepping forward, taking her hand -- not unkindly, she thought.
"Turn around," Roark said, his eyes burning into hers deeply. Lili obeyed, slowly turning in a circle as he held her delicate hand, as if they were dancing at a Christmas ball. Even with her back to him, Lili could feel the Griffin's eyes boring into her, and she had the queerest sensation that, without a word or a touch, he would be able to unlace her bodice and strip the clothes from her firm young body with only a glance, leaving her exposed before him. What was even more uncanny was that part of her -- a secret part of her that buzzed in the back of her head -- would not mind if he did. Would stand before him, pink and ripe, and wait for his judgment.
Once Lili was facing the captain once more, he released her hand -- reluctantly, it seemed. "It is very well," he said, nodding, with a ghost of a smile on his cruel but handsome face. "Let's begin."
Lili did not know quite what to expect as Roark stepped slowly closer to her, his dark visage above her, face unsmiling -- a beating? Would he take her virginity there and then, to claim ownership of her as a chattel, a commodity? Instead, he slowly moved around her, staying close, examining her from every angle, it seemed. He stopped behind her back, and she could feel his warm breath on the back of her head. Lili waited, trying to be still and show no fear. If she could placate this legendarily cruel man, perhaps her ordeal would be over the sooner for it.
She started slightly as she felt Roark's hands on the lacing of her bodice (it had been hard to put on without handmaidens, but by lacing it at the small of her back she had managed to retain her ladylike demeanor); his hands were nimble and swift for being so large, and no sooner were the lacings between his big fingers than the corset was loosened and he removed it, setting it on her dresser chair.
The Griffin moved back around in front of Lili, looking down at her once more. She was tempted to cover her bounteous breasts with her arms -- without the bodice, they seemed to push even more fully at her
velvet trappings -- but she was determined to show boldness without disrespect. Somehow she knew that was what he wanted from her.
"You don't need that" -- he said softly, pointing to the bonework corsetry -- "to show your blessings, as a lot of women do. I like that. Most of them need to cheat a man into thinking they have a good deal more than the lord gave them. You're a ripe one," he completed, one hand -- so softly! -- cupping, caressing her full, ripe breast through silk and velvet. Despite herself, Lili felt her flesh responding, goosebumps down her arms and her nipple stiffening under the captain's ministrations. "Th-thank you, captain," Lili said, trying not to show the catch in her voice.
"Do you like when I praise you, little girl?" Roark said, both hands on her now, kneading more firmly, squeezing lightly, thumbs rubbing at the points where her nipples strained at the material. "Do you like when I touch you?"
Lili knew this was the tipping point; make him happy and perhaps her stay on this ship would be shorter-lived. And yet, in the candlelight, with this man standing over her, his touch claiming and caressing her at once, she answered not out of a need to be done with this, but out of the simple and pleasant truth that was even now coursing through her, warming her stomach and heating her loins.
"Yes, Captain Roark. I like it... oh, very much." Lili even found herself smiling slightly, and sighing as his hands grew a little rougher on the globes of her breasts.
"I have many names, but Captain Roark is what my men call me," he continued, hands exploring her ripeness, eager and insistent, and Lili found herself wishing they would move elsewhere on her body, move everywhere, touch her in all of her secret places. She bit her full lower lip, keeping her eyes on him. "I would not have that name come from your ... sweet, sweet lips. Since I am to be your keeper, for as long as it pleases me, perhaps you shall call me Master?" His hands gripped roughly now, seeming to be eager to tear the velvet from her body and brand her with his heat. "Or... perhaps..."
Roark broke off his touch, and Lili moaned in her throat, unable to control herself, missing his gruff hands. He moved around behind her again, pressed against her, and she felt his heat pressing into her from behind, warming the globes of her ripe bottom. His hands immediately found their home again, squeezing, and he lowered his head, his lips so close to her ear that she jumped in his arms.
"Perhaps.... Since I am to be your protector, and Lord, and Master, and all the things your lord father was to you... I'll have you call me.. Daddy."
The word had never conjured up such dark images as it did now; of the captain making Lili his consort, his plaything, of slick skin in the dark and whispered forbidden words and all the things that sometimes ran through her mind late at night between the sheets with a hand between her long legs. It seemed perfect for this man, who would claim and keep her, and do with her as he would.
"Daddy..." Lili murmured, her head spinning. Her body was moving of its own volition now, reacting to the captain's roaming hands and deep, dark words. She felt her arms raise, her hands moving to Roark's short dark hair as his lips sought out her neck, kissing, tasting, his tongue licking warmly as he groaned
and growled in his throat. She felt the sea change within her; she feared this man as no other, yet she wanted him to lay with her, to do all the things that a husband, a lover should do, and more, so much more. He had surely learned such things from his battles and travels and she wanted to be his student. Was this why he chose me? she wondered. Did he see something within me? A desire, a willingness to surrender to him?
Roark pressed more urgently against her, his hands grasping now. His lips never left her slim, elegant neck, and she turned, slightly, so that she could watch this wanton tableau in the mirror over her dresser. She looked to be a different person that she could ever have imagined; eyes dark and wide, lips open and wanting, and hair loose and wild, her hips undulating and swaying as this man, this pirate, took what he wanted from her body. She watched entranced as his hands pulled her dress down, tearing it, the sound sharply filling the room, and then her breasts were in his hands, nipples aching and pink and hard.
"Do you like my breasts.... Daddy?" Lili said in a low deep voice thick with wanting, surprising herself. Roark smiled and shook his head, and Lili's heart fell, but he continued.
"Very, very much, baby girl... but if you're to be mine, we'll use the correct names for things. Breasts are what fine highborn ladies possess, tucked behind their bodices day and night, never to be seen by man. These..." he hefted them, kneading and squeezing, " ... are tits. Beautiful, beautiful tits. And this..." he moved his hands, cupping her buttocks cruelly, squeezing and kneading, "is your ass. And what a glorious one it is."
Well pleased with his words, Lili laughed low in her throat, and wriggled slowly out of her dress and slip, letting it puddle around her feet, watching in the mirror all the while. She set one heel on her dresser chair -- who are you, bold strumpet? she thought -- and slid her hands up her inner thighs, exposing her mound to him. She had it shaven in the summer to reduce hear and keep cleaner, and now kept it that way, finding it pleasant to the touch, although her own fingers were the only ones which had ever explored that honeyed hole. "And this, Daddy? What is this, pray tell?"
Roark's hand slid around over her smooth stomach, nudging hers out of the way and gently playing near the little nub just above her lips, not touching -- yet. "Why don't know you know, miss?" he said, a smile in his voice. "This here's a delicious little pussy. Or if you have a rougher tongue -- and I often do -- then it's a cunt. A hot ... sweet ... cunt."
These words were filling Lili with warmth through her body, from her hair to her toes and back, and she wanted more - so much more. Reaching behind her, Lili grazed her fingers over the bulge in the pirate's trousers, gripping what felt like a solid bar of heat, and rubbing, feeling every inch the wanton tavern wench, knowing that her life was changing on this day. "Ohhh my lord... and what is this?"
"Turn around, sweet girl. I would have you see when I name it."
Trying to rein in her eagerness, for in truth Lili wanted nothing more at this moment than to be flung onto her new feather bed with this man plowing between her legs, taking her maidenhead with a frenzy she could scarcely imagine, she turned, naked, stepping from her dress and pushing it aside with one foot. Her captain, her owner, her Daddy stood before her, tall and broad, pushing his black but resplendent greatcoat from his shoulders and letting it join her dress on the floor. In his white shirt, dark pantaloons and high boots, he looked every inch the dashing gentleman she was used to fantasizing and dreaming about, but with a dark twinkle in his eye that she would not have featured in her daydreams -- but which she now felt was the crucial element. Her gaze dropped to the crotch of his trousers, at the large bulge pressing there against the black material, and her breath caught in her throat, her nipples seeming to stiffen even further, points of pleasant pain tipping her breasts (Your tits, she corrected herself. If you're to be his strumpet, and God you know you want to be, then those are now his sweet big tits).
Captain Roark started his hands to unlace his trousers, but Lili boldly caught his wrist. "Please, Daddy... let Lili do this for you."
Roark's eyes were inscrutable, at once burning with lust but tinged with kindness. "As you will, my little baby."
Lili once more pressed her palm against the throbbing heat of his groin, amazed at the warm pulsating feeling vibrating up her arm. It seemed to grow with every second, with every touch, and she longed to see it... to touch it.. lord, even to taste it, to indulge in all of the carnal acts she had overhead the scullery-maids and housekeepers whisper about in the halls of their manor house. And yes, oh yes, to have it inside her, making her a woman, finally, a woman who belonged to a real man.
The Griffin remained stoic and silent, his eyes marking her, and she felt as if this were a test, as if she were back in Jamaica, with her fencing master eyeing her form for a mistake, a poor stance or a weak lunge. Unlike her stuffy home lessons, however, this was a test she was bound and determined to pass. She stepped closer, still gripping Roark through his trousers, and kissed him boldly, pressing her lips to his and feeling his breath slip between them. At once his hands were in the curls of her hair, and he was pressing his mouth to hers, tasting her, his tongue invading, darting wet and hot into her. Lili rubbed at his growing manhood, pressing her tits into the captain's chest and melting into the kiss, feeling him urgently claiming her with his hungry mouth, his fingers digging into her curls as he held Lili fast to him.
Reluctantly Lili broke free of the deep kiss (only her second, but the weak peck she had received from Henry, the stable boy, mattered not a whit compared to this man's kisses) and licked her lips slowly, smiling up at Roark as she touched his lower lip playfully. "You taste of wine and meat, captain," she purred. "As a man should."
Lili returned her full attention to the task that she was determined to do next; her slim quick fingers, trained from years of needlework, made quick work of her captain's lacings, and she dipped her hand into his waistband, immediately finding it filled with the thick, long, hard organ of his lusts. She felt lightheaded as she worked it free, Roark's trousers pooling at his ankles as she firmly grasped the stiff tool in her little hands. Lili lovingly stroked it up and down, and it responded, pulsing and twitching, the
skin pulling back as the bulbous head emerged (like an angry snake slipping from its cave to strike, was the first thought in her head). Lili gazed up at the Griffin, biting at her lip sensuously.
"And this, my captain, my strong Daddy?" she softly voiced. "This is...?" Lili knew very well the words for this beast, she had heard the staff whispering mostly about this, and had learned the most ribald terms by heart, but she played along, ever the innocent girl.
Captain Roark, the Black Griffin, scourge of the West Indies, smiled indulgently down at her as his weapon hummed in her little hand. "My little darling," he said, "My strumpet, my slave, my slut... this is your Daddy's cock."
"Cock," Lili said, letting it roll from her lips slowly, smiling languorously. "A big... fat ... hard cock all for little me?"
"Oh yes, babygirl," Roark said, sighing deep. "Enjoy your treat."
Lili needed no further invitation, and she sank to her knees, making sure to never take her eyes from her Daddy's. She ran her hands over his muscled thighs, dancing them around to his buttocks and back again, and all the while his cock bobbed in her pretty face, hard and inviting. Roark unlaced his shirt and pulled it over his head, standing over her, his torso tight and firm, and Lili lost herself further, biting her lip and letting out a groan. A day ago she had been a governor's daughter, bound for her family's country estate, and now here she was, a pirate's doxy, his to command and control, and yet she felt that this was how she was meant to be from now on.It seemed to the comely young maiden that things now happened in slow motion; she gripped Roark's buttocks firmly, leaning closer, the hot swollen head of his cock growing closer and closer, and she closed her lips around it with a moan, sending humming vibrations through the thick rod of meat. The Griffin groaned and held his strong hands to her head, not guiding or moving her...not yet, at least, thought she could tell this was a man who wanted, needed to take control. Lili kept her gaze firmly locked on those dark obsidian eyes above her, as she suckled at the head of his prick as she would a sweet iced treat at her family's dinner table, or a chocolate-covered strawberry fresh picked from the fields. She circled her tongue around it lazily, dipping it into the snake's mouth and out again, to a renewed moan from the pirate.
Even before Roark's hands started to guide her deeper onto his swollen cock, she could tell he wanted more, and began to work it, inch by inch, into her mouth, opening her ruby-red lips wider and wider to accommodate it. Never once did she stop gazing into her new master's eyes, she simply took what he had to offer. As he pushed, she began to feel the thick cock choking her, and she gripped the captain's cheeks harder.
"Easy, little slut," Roark said softly. "relax your throat.. breathe through your nose... you can do it."
Calmed by his tone and words, Lili did as she was bidden, and found that she could work his throbbing beast into her mouth until it pulsed at the back of her throat, urgent and hot. She sealed her lips around
the base of his tool as if she was kissing it, still sucking gently, the muscles of her throat working. Roark moaned her name and growled, fisting his hands in her hair and panting.
"Jesus God... my little darling, you are truly the one. Suck your Daddy's dick, my baby. Show me how you love it..."
The sensations she was causing in her new lower spurred Lili on to further bravery, and she slowly slid her lips all the way up his shaft, almost to the head, then forcefully plunged all the way down again, to the root, saliva dripping onto his hot, heavy balls and the firm slopes of her young tits.
"Fffffffuck!" the captain roared, head back, eyes closed. His voice with thick with desire. "More," was all he said.
Lili began sliding up and down with a frenzy, slickening his cock, lips wet and hungry. The Griffin was holding her hair now, her long curls, like twin reins of a prize pony , and pumping his shaft into her eager mouth, over and over, deep and long, his balls slapping off her chin with every pounding jolt. He worked his hips, shoving her eager mouth full of his cock, from tip to hilt. He was moaning, gritting his teeth in sheer pleasure, his thrusts growing wilder, attacking her mouth with his raging prick.
Lili obediently suckled and slurped the dick in her mouth, holding fast to Roark's thighs, subtle changes in her grip letting him know when to ease off his movements a little, and when to ram her hard and fast, and she found herself wanting more and more, rougher and deeper, wanting to be debased before this man, to be his harlot, a whore who would never charge a doubloon for her talented services.
The captain began to ease his strokes, and he pulled his wondrous tool from her mouth, keeping hold of her hair. "No seed for you, little one," he panted. "Not yet, at least. I will reward you, once I have thoroughly fucked all of your sweet holes this night. "
Roark's calloused hands were rough on Lili's shoulders as he pulled her insistently to her feet. She looked up at her owner demurely, her expression one of a naughty little girl caught sneaking treats from the pantry. He reached out and stroked the back of his fingers down her soft cheek ... and then forcefully tossed her body onto the large feather bed beside him, smiling a wicked smile.
Lili gasped, putting an expression of shock on her face, though she had been waiting for this moment since he had first touched her -- perhaps much longer. She propped herself up on her elbows, fully aware that she was showing off her round tits to perfection, her legs pulled a little way under her. "What will you do with me ... Daddy?" she whispered, that word having an effect on her still, sending shivers of lust through her... your pussy, that inner trollop murmured. That feeling of heat, of hunger, is coming from your pussy, your ripe cunt, and he's going to take it, hurt it, own it...
Lili moaned low in her throat, feeling the heat and the wetness build in that selfsame pussy, longing to open herself to this man... but she knew that she would have to give herself on Roark's terms.
The Griffin had kicked off his boots and clothes, and stood over the bed, muscled torso and thighs glistening in the lamplight. He idly stroked his wet and swollen cock with one hand, gliding his fingers up and down, the dark head sliding out from its sheath. Lili bit her lip, fighting the urge to take it in her mouth again, to beg him to stick it in her, anywhere. He looked her over, long and slow, eyes memorizing every ripe and lush inch of her skin, it seemed. "What will I do with you, slut?" he repeated, as if he was only now considering it. "Why... anything I desire."
Just those words sent a fresh pulse of sensation through Lili's body, making her hard nipples tingle and her cunt pulsate. She licked her lips and opened her legs a little, her hand on her smooth belly. "Will you hurt me? I'm a virgin, you see, and nary a man has ever touched me."
Roark moved then, crawling up onto the bed, over her, his cock angry and red and large, until his face was over hers. She was panting, her chest rising and falling. The golden coin that hung around the captain's neck nestled between her tits. "It's best you understand this now, little darling," Roark said, his voice edged with Toledo steel. "I am going to hurt you. Hurt you like never before. Mark your skin, pull out some of your pretty hair, and yes, that sweet little cunt will ache tomorrow. But mark me well," he said, lowering his face even closer to hers, "you will not only love every fucking second, but you will ask, no, you will beg me for more."
Lili gasped, unable to stop a smile spreading on her face, and then Roark was grabbing her, manhandling her, and finally she understood that word, this man was treating her body like his toy, his chattels, and it felt not only right but so pleasurable she felt she might swoon. She was moved onto all fours like a dog, having to grab the wooden headboard to stop her head from crashing into it. Roark expertly moved her so that her knees were holding her up, but as wide apart as they could go, her tits against the cool sheets but her ripe ass (how easily these vulgar words were coming to her, and how natural they seemed now!) and her dripping, burning pussy fully exposed to him. Roark was kneeling behind her, smiling at what he saw, running his hands over her ass, his fingers coming dangerously close to touching her smooth, bare pussy, making her whimper every time; Lili found herself pushing her ass out further, into his hands, wordlessly asking for more, but he remained steadfast, keeping clear of that sweet honeypot, making it tingle with anticipation.
When Roark's hands left her skin, Lili felt a sharp sadness, missing that rough touch, and after a few moments she looked back over her shoulder, flipping her curls to one side. He was still kneeling, cock erect and seemingly even larger than when it stuffed her mouth, and had one hand raised full 2 feet above her poised ass. "Who do you belong to?" he said sternly.
"I ... Sir, I --" Lili began, and her captain's hand came speeding down, slapping against her firm peachy skin with swift, sharp contact. Smack! The sound filled the room, so loud that Lili felt sure every other soul on board heard it too. She cried out, mouth open and head back, not because of the crisp, sudden pain but because of the intense waves of pleasure that were shooting through her body, focused on her vulnerable pussy. The power this pirate had over her was being transformed somehow, through his fierce hands, into the deepest bliss she had ever felt. He raised his hand again. "Who. Do. You. Belong. To?" he said patiently, as if speaking to a disobedient child.
"To.. to you, Captain?" Lili hesitantly ventured.
"Are you asking me (SMACK!) or telling me, child?" (SMACK!) Again his slaps rang through Lili head-to-toe; she did not need to look back to know that he was leaving massive, angry red handprints on the flesh of her young body, but if this was punishment, she never wanted to be good again.
"Oh, god, Daddy, I belong to YOU! To YOU, Daddy!" Lili cried out, as loud as the impacts of his delicious hands had been. She looked back at Roark, eyes blazing with lust and passion. "To you," she said again, looking into his eyes.
"That's a fact I never want you to forget, my little darling," the Griffin said. He punctuated his words with slaps from both hands, alternating the cheeks of her plump juicy ass. "You are mine -- to fuck -- and use -- and own -- any time I want it -- day or night."
"Yes! Yes! YES!" Lili shrieked as the spanking coursed through her, making her pussy drip with juices, running down her thighs now, whipping her head back and forth, ringlets flying, her hips bucking with each contact from his devilish hands. "I'm your baby now, Daddy. Take me... oh, take me..."
"Oh, she makes demands now?" Roark said, smiling wickedly. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back, his lips by her ear. "Would you command me on my own boat, little slut?"
Lili shook her head, happy tears burning at the corners of her eyes. "No, Daddy, I only ask.. I beg.. please? Please make me a woman..."
"That's better," Roark said, releasing her, returning his hands to her, running them from the sideswells of her firm tits to her hips. "Perhaps I will."
Lili laid her head down on the soft sheets, still gripping the headboard firmly, and waited for her master's benediction, with whatever he chose to do next to her willing, wanton body. It seemed like an eternity she sprawled, legs apart, ass in the air, and she neither heard nor felt her lover, her Daddy, near her -- and then she felt it. A breath. A long, hot breath on the moist folds of her virgin pussy. Lili moaned aloud, mouth open, wanting to shove herself back onto her captain's mouth, yet knowing he had to be in control, that the pleasure would be so much sweeter for both of them that way.
Slowly, so slowly, the breaths continued; the Griffin's hands were nowhere on her but his mouth must have been close enough to her cunt to kiss it. Please, she silently wished. Please...
Then suddenly it was as if her master heard her prayers; she felt his hands slide over the globes of her ass and his tongue was all over her wet pussy. Roark lapped up and down at her steaming cunt like a puppy, lavishing it with wet deep kisses, dipping his tongue in and out as he squeezed Lili's ass, moaning
into her hole, the sounds of a man enjoying his favorite meal. Perhaps he is, she whispered to herself, and smiled even as waves of pleasure wracked her sweating, glowing body.
"Ohhhh Daddy...." Lili cried , her voice muffled by the bedclothes. "Daddy, taste your slut's pussy... your baby's cunt... oh YES!" she screamed as his tongue dived deep, wriggling inside her. She had scarcely imagined such pleasure was possible, laying in her bed in Jamaica and diddling herself under the covers with visions of handsome boys in her silly young head. If she had only known, she would have made her way to the docks and paid her passage on Roark's boat to experience his deep, rough kisses. She bucked her hips uncontrollably, and Roark held her in place, strong hands on her ass, giving her the occasional slap, making the juices in her cunt flow even more freely as he feasted on her. In and out his tongue darted, only stopping to kiss and suck on the fleshy button of her clitoris, sucking it between her teeth and making her body spasm. "Oh my GOD..." she groaned, looking back to see Roark's eyes closed in passion as he dove into her with his eager tongue, his hands mauling her ass cheeks. She reached back, again running her fingers through his short dark hair, urging him on. "YES sir.. YES my captain... YES DADDY!"
Lili felt the throes of orgasm building fast, and she let them come; Roark showed no signs of slowing his attentions, and he seemed even to lick faster, to suck deeper on her, moaning happily into her dripping cunt as she bucked her hips, making mewing animal noises in her throat, mouth open wide in a O of pleasure. Lili ground her cunt onto his face, feeling his goatee tickling and scratching at her thighs, intensifying the pleasure still further, and in an unexpected wave of passion, she felt her pussy squirt, sending pulses of juices into the Griffin's mouth, which he lapped at greedily. Her heart pounded fit to burst from her chest as the waves built, built, built... then slowly subsided, her upper body collapsing onto the bed, her body twitching and trembling.
Roark was cleaning her pussy and thighs of juices, tasting and kissing her still, and Lili thought she was die from the pleasure, even as her head spun with all the things this man was yet to do to her, all of the ways in which she planned to give in to his demands. When his hands flipped her over onto her back, she went obediently, laid out before him, legs apart as he propped himself up over Lili's body and kissed her deeply, sticky tongue invading her mouth and lips claiming hers. Lili grasped at the pirate's broad back, fingernails digging into his firm flesh, and savored his kisses, and the hard, insistent bar of his cock that even now was straining at the creamy flesh of her thigh.
"Mmmmm," Lili murmured as they broke off the embrace, licking her lips. "I like the taste, Daddy."
"I knew you would ,sweet one ... as I do," Roark said. "There's no dish sweeter than a ripe virgin's cunt."
"But -- after today ... I will be a virgin no longer," Lili said, pouting.
"No, Lili," her captain said, kissing her gently once more. "But you will be my woman -- and that will make you taste more succulent to me still."
As Lili lay in her Daddy Griffin's arms, kissing his lips and touring his body with her fingers, she could feel the invigoration returning to her limbs that had been sapped by her thunderous orgasm; she wrapped one thigh around Roark's hip and pulled him closer to her, needing the heat of his cock inside her now, mindful of the hungry lust racing through her body. Roark smiled, gazing down into the deepness of her eyes. "Oh -- you want this, do you?" he said, reaching down to grasp his tool by the root, making the head of it rub at her pussy, making it tease her.
"Oh -- YES," Lili said, pushing her head back into the pillow, panting like a wild animal, the passion taking over her afresh. "Yes, put it in me -- please, Daddy? I need it so badly..."
The captain knelt up between her legs, no longer smiling but with a twinkle in his dark eyes. He still held his raging prick in hand, pulling the skin back, and he slapped it against Lili's cunt, spanking her with it. Lili groaned, a thousand filthy words almost bursting from her lips, barely able to hold herself back from acting every inch the lady of privilege, and demanding that he fuck her, commanding it, but she knew her place with this man. The power lay with him, and he would repay that with such pleasure...
Roark slapped his throbbing, burning cockhead against the lips of Lili's sex over and over, making a wet smacking sound against her still-sticky lips and clit, and she gripped the bedsheets, moaning low, growling like an animal, feeling those waves building once more, building... and then he stopped, teasing her deliciously once more.
"Shall I do that again, little slut?" he said, voice mocking but light. "Or shall I put it in?"
"P-p-put it in," Lili said, barely able to form words, the lust had overtaken her so madly. She was about to have her first man, to have him take what had been so zealously guarded as she ripened into a woman, and she wanted it as she had wanted no other thing in her young life. "Put it in, please Daddy ... if you're the Griffin, then take me...take what's yours. Take it..."
Whether he had tired of teasing her, or he was just as overtaken with desire as Lili was, she would never know -- for at that moment, her Griffin moved, slipping the head of his cock into her open, waiting pussy, and pushing in as he slid his body over hers again. Inch by inch it found its home inside her tight, hot, sticky cunt, impaling her, splitting her open, filling her head with light as he worked inside. Lili wound her legs around him and willed him deeper still, relishing the feel of a man's hard cock inside her pussy, branding her with its heat, making her subjugate fully to its owner, to this man who had given her everything in such a short time.
"Oh -- Ohhh -- OH DADDY," Lili moaned, holding Roark to her and rocking her hips to meet his, opening up to him as he thrust deeper, harder, eager to fill her completely. She clutched at his ass, pulling him inside her, wanting to be locked together, cock to cunt, buried in each other. "I'm yours... this pussy is yours ... Oh my Griffin, my Master, my Captain, my Daddy ... FUCK ME!"
"With pleasure, my lady," Roark moaned, sitting up once more and resuming his position kneeling between her wantonly spread legs, this time with his prick housed inside her. He grabbed a tight hold of her hips, moved so that he had slid almost every delicious inch of his dick out of her pussy -- held it there
a moment, heightening Lili's anticipatory pleasure -- and then slammed it home again, roughly pounding her hot, hungry cunt.
"Oh YES!" Lili cried, gripping his arms, nails digging in once more. "YES Daddy, FUCK me - FUCK me - FUCK me!"
The pirate obeyed, speeding his thrusts but not diminishing their power; he shuttled in and out of Lili's cunt over and over, balls slapping against her as he filled, and filled, and filled her. Lili had thought she had reached the heights of pleasure before, but surely this would kill her; this pirate's dick was plumbing her so deeply that it felt as if her head would split wide open, and she would die happy in his arms. He grunted and moaned as he took her, plowing into her with a vigorousness and a heat she would never have dreamed of, drops of his sweat dripping onto the slopes of her bouncing tits. She took his hands and placed them there, and he squeezed and groped as he fucked, pulling on her nipples, slapping her tits, mauling the ripe flesh, and making her feel so owned, so protected, so loved that tears of joy once again stung Lili's eyes. She could feel the sharp pain as her maidenhead was broken, but even that was soon overtaken by the rivers of dark pleasure that coursed through her veins as they bucked and writhed on the bed.
Lili lost count of the number of times that her new master brought her to the brink of orgasm, and over it, feeding her pussy a seemingly endless supply of pleasure with his energetic cock, and yet he had not reached the point of his release. He sweated and growled and fucked and kissed and squeezed her, pulling her up so that she sat in his lap, bouncing on his prick, and Lili swore that he was impaling her deeper still. She seized him in a kiss, her tongue in his mouth and her hands on him, their gazes locked on each other as she rose and fell, tits bouncing prettily against his chest.
"Daddy... will you... fill me up? Will you ... cum inside me?" Lili panted, touching his face as she rode his shuttling dick. "Make me ... yours ... completely?"
Roark smiled, kissing her neck. "All in good time, my sweet one. For now... if I'm to mark you as mine.. then I'll truly mark you."Again he sprung into rough action, tossing her back on the bed with a yelp, her body spread-eagle before her new owner and the master of her pleasure. Wordlessly, he straddled her waist, holding his impressive tool in his hand once more, and pumping it as her pussy had pumped it, the head massive and purple and swollen with passion. She knew at once what he meant to do, and knew that it was the perfect end to this first coupling, that it would seal them as master and slave once and for all.
"Yes, Daddy," she sighed, her voice utterly wanton, and utterly wanting. "Mark me with your seed. Cover me with it. Show the world that I belong to Captain Roark, the Black Griffin, and to no other man. Show me...."
Her words were the final click of the lock to push Roark over the edge, it seemed; his prick seemed to leap and twitch in his hand, and suddenly it was erupting with thick, sticky spunk, ropes of it shooting onto her full tits. Lili held them up, cupped in her delicate hands, and stuck out her tongue, eager for a
taste, and her captain obliged, directing spurt after spurt of his juice onto her lips and tongue. He growled deep in his throat, arching his back and covering Lili with every drop her had to offer, until her lips were glazed and her tits were coated in hot cum, more than she would have thought any man had in him. She scooped it to her full lips, lapping at it like a kitten, eyes closed, taking the bounty that her master offered her and wanting more. Lili sat up on her elbow, grabbing her Daddy's tool and shoving it into her young mouth, sucking it clean of spunk, licking every inch of it, eyes looking up at him all the while, showing him what he already knew; that she was his slut now, his woman, and would never bend to another man but him.
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