Pirate Captive

BK Wright

 He's a pirate, stealing from royalty and hiding his bounty beneath the floorboards of his ship. No one can match his wit or his prowess, and he takes what he wants. When another pirate is daring enough to take him on, determined to have his ship and the bounty it holds, he isn't expecting the captain to be a woman. But he is known as the great seducer, and certain that he will have the beautiful woman in his bed soon enough, showing her no mercy while his men seize her ship. This is no ordinary woman, though. This captain is as ruthless as any man.




She left her clean clothes and wool towel by the ship wall and began to take off her old, sweaty outfit. The cool sea breeze caused her nipples to harden and goose bumps to dance across her tanned skin. She grinned and shut her eyes before reaching behind her and undoing her bun, allowing her sweaty hair to fall down her back to her butt. As she stood there, she almost felt like the wind was seducing her.


It's been too long, she thought, opening her eyes and gazing at the stars. I really need to take a lover for a night at the next port.


She walked over to the rope ladder and looked down into the sea below. Without bothering to use the ladder, she swung her legs over the side, clutching her bar of soap to her fat breasts, and lunged off the boat.


Tomas crept around and hid at the back of the boat behind some barrels where it was surprisingly empty. The sound of splashing quickly drew his attention. Curiously, he peeked over the side of the ship, expecting to see a fat fish jumping in the water, but instead he saw something else. It was Marmalade. Naked Marmalade.


He gasped and tried to stop looking before he got caught, but he couldn't. This was the first time he truly believed he had met a siren, or at the very least, a mermaid.


Even beneath the water, Tomas could see that Marmalade's breasts were large and fat. By the moonlight, he saw her golden hair flowing around her in the water, encasing her in a mystic, beautiful veil. He gasped and shuddered.


Marmalade moved toward the side of the boat and out of sight, and Tomas moaned, angry at himself for fantasizing about the enemy. As he leaned his head back, he heard more splashing and then banging by the side of the boat. Marmalade appeared again, much closer this time. Her golden hair fell down past her waist, clinging to her gorgeous sea drenched skin. Her eyes were no longer sharp but appeared mellow and refreshed, just as he imagined she would look after being bedded. Her lips were partially opened as she expelled a relaxed sigh.


He could imagine taking her roughly, just as she craved, until she screamed his name. She would never smart mouth him again after that.



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BK Wright
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