Daring Rescue: Part 1 of a Trilogy
#1 of Hetero Stories
A marooned scientist rescues a pirate lass from certain death. He soon finds himself falling in love with her despite every reason not to. This is part 1 of 3.
Daring Rescue
** © 2013 Twisted_Trisk, Benjamin J Johnson**
** Contents: NC Rape (Not perpetrated by the hero) Sex (m/f), adultery**
I hadn't known about the pirates until I was already established on the island, so there wasn't much I could do other than hide from them and live in constant fear that they would learn of my presence. The island had looked for all the world as if it was uninhabited, which I suppose technically it was; the pirates just used it to bury their treasure; they never stayed.
I had come here because I was a scientist, and I was hoping to better understand weather patterns on the ocean by studying daily shifts and changes from a variety of locations throughout the Caribbean. I had paid the captain of a galleon to drop me off here and then pick me up in 8 months. I had all the provisions I would need, and all my instruments and tools.
Two weeks into my stay I had seen a ship out on the horizon, and had wisely not alerted them to my presence, as it turned out to be pirates. I had watched them from a concealed position in some rocks, clutching my rifle to my chest in fear. They had landed, about twenty of them along with a bound prisoner, and carefully mapped out a route to one of the many palms slightly inland. They had then dug a deep hole and unloaded a chest there, carefully covering it back over, but not before they shot the prisoner in the face and dumped his body into the hole.
I knew of this practice. Superstitious pirates believed that the wrongful murder of their prisoner, followed by a denial of funerary services would mean that the ghost of the dead would haunt the chest, cursing any who would take it. How they figured they would reclaim their treasure from the ghost was a mystery to me, but then, superstition generally was.
The pirates had left immediately, but I was terrified from that day forth that they would find me. They would visit the island once a month or so, and I would watch them from concealment, always praying that they would not explore and find my meager living arrangements. I would watch with fear as they would map out another pit, hoping that they wouldn't come towards my side of the island. They would dig a hole, deposit treasure, then kill a prisoner and dump the body in with the chest and leave, filling me with relief until their next visit.
The island was large enough that I had considered going deep into the jungle, but there were problems with that. Firstly, I was here for my measurements and would be severely hampered if I was deep in the jungle. Second, there were several species of feral feline predators out there, and I was worried I would be their next meal if I entered into their hunting grounds. Finally, I was subsisting mainly on fish, and I needed the ocean for food. I didn't have enough ammunition to hunt for my meals, I hadn't planned on it.
All I could do was try and conceal my hut and make sure all my fires were never smoky, and watch the horizon constantly for their return, hoping my luck would hold until the galleon returned for me.
When I saw them this time, I did as I usually did, climbed up into the rocks near the beach and watched them as they arrived through my telescope. I kept my rifle close at hand for what little protection it could offer, for I knew my rifle would do little to stop a boat full of pirates if they learned I was there. They came as they always did, twenty or so in several small rowboats. They mapped out their route to another tree, and I looked for the poor wretch who would die to protect their stolen treasures.
I was surprised to see that the prisoner this time was a shapely little female. She wore a handkerchief on her head, holding her long, fiery-red hair out of her face with a ponytail. She looked to be feline with soft golden brown fur covering most of her body except for her chest and stomach which were white, tapering into her long legs. She wore the usual belted pantaloons of a seaman, and a white blouse that was open enough in the front to show a goodly amount of her buxom breasts and the tuft of fur between them. Her buckled boots were standard fare as well, except for a high heel, but she did have some golden rings, bracelets, armlets, earrings and the like that were the only overt feminine clothing she wore.
When she turned her head, I could see an eye patch strapped over her left eye, but I could also see that she was a very comely girl indeed. She looked frightened but defiant as she was restrained while the hole was dug. I tightened my grip on my gun, wishing I could do anything at all to help the poor young girl escape the horrid fate I knew was coming.
The pirates were laughing lustily at her and slapping her and I could hear their lewd words as they teased their helpless prisoner. They tied her to a tree a few feet from the hole, which I had never seen them do before. With the treasure chest dumped into the whole, suddenly all twenty of them began to surround her, and I realized with terror what they were going to do. I could tell she knew it too as she shrank back against the tree, frantically straining at the ropes which held her.
The canine captain roughly yanked her clothes from her body until she was wearing only her handkerchief, boots and thigh high white stockings. She kicked at him, but he dodged out of her way and laughed. She spat in his face and I heard her cursing him every way she could think of. The big captain undid his pants and the men caught her arms and legs to hold her down.
I was shaking with horror. I thought about shooting, I wanted to shoot, for I figured I could put a bullet through the sick mutt captain's brains with a reasonable amount of certainty, but what then? I might get one more shot off before the rest of them would be on me and slash me to ribbons, and then they would still return and kill the poor girl. I trembled with horror and indignation, but kept otherwise still, lowering my telescope.
I heard her scream and sob, heard the men laugh and mock her. I heard her begging mercy and I could hear them slap her and knock her around as they took turns savaging her. I prayed for the girl, prayed that her death might come mercifully soon, praying for an end to her unbearable suffering, but it seemed as if it went on and on.
Suddenly I heard a howl of pain from one of the men that made me look up at the grisly scene through my telescope again. The ugly captain was standing there, clutching his cheek as blood fairly gushed from it. In her teeth, I could see a sizable amount of bloody flesh and fur and I realized he must have gotten too close, or perhaps she had lured him in, and then bit him with all her rage and hate. She was looking at him with grim triumph in her eyes, and he was staring at the pieces of his ruined face still clenched in her jaws. I was proud of the poor girl, and I figured this brave act of defiance would at least bring death to her now.
Indeed, as I watched the captain drew his pistol and pressed it to her temple. She turned her face away and waited for the inevitable, but it never came. He must have decided that was what she wanted, because he lowered his pistol.
I heard him shout at her. "Ye'll not git death that easily ya little whore! For that ye shall starve for water under the sun, tied to that tree until ye die. We'll dump yer body in when next we return, and may the crows peck out yer eyes long before ye expire!"
She roared back at him, "Ta hell wi' ye, ya filthy mongrel! I'd rather die a thousand deaths here on the sand than endure your touch one more minute! I'll have me revenge yet, I swear it!"
The men laughed at her and I heard the captain yell again. "We'll see about that in a few days' time when the sun scorches your flesh and your tongue sticks to your throat, little whore! Boys, teach her some manners!"
The crew pummeled her until she lay crumpled limply against the tree while the captain returned to the ship, I guessed for medical aid for his new unsightly scar. At long last they rowed back to their stinking ship and weighed anchor and sailed away. I waited until they were a speck on the horizon and would not be able to see me even with a glass, then made my way hesitantly down towards the pathetic form of the pirate girl.
As I neared where she was I saw they had left a barrel of water and a cutlass just out of her reach to torment her as she died. I cautiously approached and began to think they had done their job too well and she was already dead.
"Oh God, you poor thing, I'm so sorry I couldn't help you. I'm so, so sorry." I softly whispered as I stood over her limp body. Closer to her I could see she indeed had been a stunning little looker with long, fiery-red hair and a lovely feminine figure, lithely muscled and entrancing. I could see a few scars around her body, evidence that she was a hard living and death defying sailor whose life couldn't have been more different from my own existence of quiet comfort.
I knelt before her to make sure she was dead, though I could feel that she was based on how still she lay. I reached out to take her chin in my hand, and the next second I was sprawled out face down in the sand as she had laid an impressive kick across my skull.
"Devil! Beast! Animal! Mate of Satan himself!" She screamed at me.
I sat up, blinking away the stars from her attack and looking at her in shock. "M'lady, I'm not a pirate, I'm going to set you free." I said, hoping to calm her down.
She laughed and spat at me. "Like I would believe anything out of your lying lips, bitch of the Devil! Come closer to my teeth and I'll show you why yer captain fears me now!"
Gently, I reasoned with her. "Do I look anything like any of them? Do I wear the clothes of a man of sea? Do I look hardened by wind and sun and poor food?"
Her blue eye flashed as she looked me over, and I could tell she was still suspicious. "If ye be not one o' Cajack's men, then what in the world do ye here, tell me?"
I held out my hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm a scientist. I came to this island to study the seasons, not knowing it was a hold for pirates. I've lived in constant fear since I first saw them, fear that they will someday find that I live here. I'm sorry I could do naught to help you while he...abused you, but my one rifle would not have saved you or I, even if I'd put a bullet through that animal's brains."
She looked at me, clearly suspicious, but said nothing. I figured she was waiting for me to make the next move, so I pressed on, dropping my rifle to the sand. "If you'll trust me to get close, I'll cut you loose from there, alright?"
She glared at me. "I trust you not one bit. Get close and I'll tear you apart."
"My name is Caleb. What's your name, maid?" I asked her.
She looked at me intently before grunting "Bonny Anne." and turning her face from me in disgust.
I soothingly smiled. "That's a lovely name for a lovely young lass. How can I free you in a way that will make you trust me not to hurt you, Anne? I only want to help you."
She examined me shrewdly through her one good eye. "Remove yer sword, take yer dagger in both hands behind yer back and approach me slowly. When ya get in range, put yer throat where my teeth can find it, and in that position I'll trust you close to me with a blade. If I see any sudden movements, I'll snap yer neck, hear me?"
I did as she said, throwing my sword down. "Alright Anne, I'm doing as you asked. I'm no fighter, and I saw what you did with those teeth, so my life is in your hands, alright? I'm only trying to help you, nothing more. Please trust me."
I slowly and carefully stepped closer and closer. She gave me a seductive smile that made me forget all but her beauty. I didn't realize how close I'd come to her until she suddenly lunged forward and sank her teeth into my throat hard enough to draw blood from her needle sharp teeth. I gurgled in fear then tried to steady my voice and speak. "I've done as you asked Anne, you've got me by the throat now and I know you can kill me with one bite. I'm completely in your power now, OK? I'm going to slowly put the dagger to your bonds now, and you know if I try anything I'll be dead, alright?"
"Mmmmnnn" was her only response, which I had to take as an affirmation of my words. I carefully moved the dagger around and began to saw on the ropes, trying not to think about the sharp pain of her teeth in my jugular. I realized how close I was to her body as I did this. I was pressed against her naked lovely figure with my arms wrapped around her and the tree, cutting her loose. I could feel how soft her fur was, and I could smell her attractive scent. I had been here for two months without my wife, and it was impossible to ignore how desirable she was. I tried to concentrate on not getting an erection from the contact.
I felt the cords snap at last and she was loosed. She slowly returned her arms to her sides, keeping her teeth in my flesh. "You're free now Anne, and I dropped the dagger so I'm now unarmed. You can feel my hands to tell that is true, can't you? Will you allow me to step back from you now?"
I felt her warm velvety paws touch my hands, then she reached up, embracing me around the neck, releasing me from her teeth. I stared down into her eye while she smiled knowingly up at me. "So yer a good Samaritan after all, 't seems. Let me give you a reward, hey?"
She kissed me deeply, and I could taste her sweet saliva as her tongue swirled around mine gently. I was on fire for her, and I realized how long two months were to go without female companionship. I suddenly wished I had brought my wife on this crazed adventure, as if she would ever have come.
The moment she seemed confident that I'd let my guard down, she suddenly bowled me over into the sand and leapt to the pile of weapons. She scooped up the cutlass and my rifle and had it pointed at my heart before I was even able to sit up. "Fool!" She laughed harshly. "Ye think to try e'ery thing to fuck me, don't ya? This shiny gun is mine now, follow me and taste its fire!"
She was backing towards the jungle and I slowly stood up. "Anne, this is a small island, there's nowhere for you to run. I just freed you, can't you believe I'm only trying to help? You are bruised and cut and possibly worse and I have medical supplies I can try to help you with if you'll come with me to my hut. You can keep the weapons if it will ease your mind."
She hissed. "I didn't need your help getting loose, I don't need your help to survive, and I'll go nowhere with you, human, because I'm not injured in the least. Follow me and die by your own gun." She whirled and melted into the jungle.
I stood up and shook my head, wondering now what would I do? She now had my gun, leaving me with only my sword to defend myself with. I had no idea if pirates had survival skills on land, but I tended to doubt it, even though she was obviously resourceful. All I could do was return to my hut and begin my testing again, hoping she would be OK out there.
* * *
Evening was falling and I was cooking several fish over a small, hot fire. I'd decided to cook extra in hopes that the smell of fish would bring her around. I needed that gun for protection, and it would be useless in that role to her as it only had one ball and shot loaded in it right now. My idea paid off. As I ate my fish, I caught sight of some movement around the side of my hut in the failing light.
Without looking up or moving I said, "I cooked extra for you if you'd like some."
For a few seconds there was only the sound of the waves, then she dove forward onto the other fish and began to wolf it down. "Easy Anne, don't choke on a bone or anything."
She looked up at me and I could tell her face was gray with pain. "They did nae feed me for se'ral days." Was all she said as she continued to eat.
I watched her in silence. She was still naked except for her cotton stockings and boots, and didn't seem overly shy about it. When she finished eating, I said "Anne, I can tell you're in pain. I'm not a doctor but I know quite a lot about healing, if you'll let me try to help."
She looked at me, and for the first time I could see through her facade into the soul of a frightened young girl. "Why would ye be livin' on this Godforsaken island all alone?"
"I told you, I'm a scientist. I'm studying the weather to try and create better maps for sailors to use when they cross the ocean."
She thought about it then nodded. "Aye, ye be no pirate or any kind of seaman, I see that now." She stood up and walked stiffly to the side of the house, returning and handing me my rifle. "Ye think ye can heal me, eh?"
"I'll try my best, Anne, where does it hurt?"
"All o'er." She said tiredly. "But when he took 'o me what I didnae want to give, I felt something tear inside me. The pain is gettin' worse and was white hot fire when I tried to piss."
I nodded and gently said. "Alright, come inside, I've got plenty of lanterns for light and I'll see what I can do to help you."
I led her in and bid her to lie down on my bed, which she gingerly did. I lit my lanterns and placed them around for as much light as I could get. I took my surgical tools and boiled them in water while I carefully took a look at what he'd done to her. I gritted my teeth, empathizing with the pain as I carefully parted her outer lips. "Damn his soul to the pit he deserves, Anne. He tore the upper part of your inner lips badly. It's angry red and I fear infection may set in if we don't clean it up. I've got alcohol here, but it's going to feel like the hounds of hell when I put it on."
She whimpered, and I could tell I was hurting her just to open her up and look. "Can ye fix me, or will I ne'er hae a man between me legs again?"
I shook my head. "I'm no doctor, I'm sorry. The tear is clean though, and if I stitch it and we can keep infection away, I think it will heal well. I'll do everything I am able to, Anne. Are you ready?"
She caught my wrist and looked into my eyes for a moment. "Give me a draft o' spirits before ye do this." I handed her the alcohol and she drained half the bottle before handing it back. "Go."
She howled in pain as the alcohol hit the bloody gash. It began to bleed again and I cleaned her as thoroughly as I could, then carefully stitched her back up. She cried softly from the pain but held her tense body still while I worked. It was with great relief that I finished and looked over my handiwork. I'd done as good a job as I ever had, and it looked like it would be able to heal now.
"I'm done Anne. You're a strong lass indeed to withstand that pain, I'm sorry I could do naught to help with it. It's late, do you think you might sleep?"
She looked up at me with a tear stained and exhausted eye and nodded. "Aye, I'll sleep the sleep of the dead. I already feel better, and I thank ye for yer help. And Caleb?"
"Aye, Anne?"
"Thank you. For saving my life, I mean. I owe yeh much." She said softly.
I smiled kindly down at her. "You're welcome, Bonny Anne. I'll sleep outside the door, just call me if you need anything. We'll keep it clean with alcohol and watch it closely, alright?"
"They'll come back and find me body missin' and there'll be hell ta pay." She whispered.
"I know. I have an idea about that, so don't worry. Just get some sleep, Anne." I looked down and realized she was already gone, so I blew out the lanterns and slipped outside to sleep.
* * *
I let her sleep until almost noon before I gently woke her up. "I need to check how you are healing Anne, alright?"
She blinked blearily up at me and nodded, spreading her long legs apart for me. I carefully parted her outer lips and was happy to see there was no infection. "I'm going to clean it again, Anne. We're doing good with no infection, so I think you'll be fine."
She yawned. "It already doesnae hurt much anymore, I think ye did your surgery well."
She didn't make any noise when I doused her down with alcohol again and I could tell it only lightly stung this time. She was a fast healer. "Alright then Anne. You can sleep if you want to, or I can see about getting you some food. I put out a pair of my pants and a shirt, and I went down to the beach and rescued your belt from the tatters of your clothes. It's all right here, OK?" I said, indicating the pile.
She nodded but flopped back in bed and went to sleep again. I took my readings and checked up on her frequently, but she slept until eventime again. I heard her call me from my little hut. "Caleb, where ya be?"
"Just outside Anne, I'm coming." I called back and made my way to the door, knocking. "Are you dressed, might I enter?"
"Aye. C'min." She grunted.
I entered and found her standing up, dressed in my clothes and making them look quite attractive. "Ye be awful young fer a... what did ya call it? Scientist?" She said thoughtfully, pondering me.
"My father was a man of science before me, so I was trained from a child to follow in his footsteps is all. How are you feeling?"
"Almost back to normal. A might sore if I touch meself, but I think I shall live to love again, thanks to you." She gave me a beautiful smile.
"That's great to hear. I bet you are hungry, aren't you? I've got some more fish and some fruit if you are." I said, smiling back.
"Nae, I be starving alright and no mistake." She said, her stomach rumbling.
I went out and grabbed the fish off the fire and the fruit from beside it and brought it in to her, setting it on my little table in the center of the sparsely furnished hut. She gobbled down the food, licking the bones clean and eating even the cores of the fruit. I offered to cook her another fish, but she shook her head and said she was satisfied.
Suddenly she looked up and said, "When ye came in close yesterday, I was goin' ta tear yer throat out in any case, then take the dagger off yer corpse. Now I can't for the life o' me remember what kept me from doing it."
I smiled weakly. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm certainly grateful that you didn't."
She smiled back, seemingly oblivious to my discomfort at her candor. "Aye, yer welcome! I'm glad I didnae do it now, fer I'm quite fond o' you. Yer word was as good as gold an' ya've helped me much already. If ye can find a way that they won't miss me corpse when they return, I'll think ye are an angel sent from heaven to watch o'er me." She stepped forward and gave me a peck on the cheek, and I smelled her sweet attractive scent. Then she added, "Ya got a way fer a lass ta clean herself up in yer little haven here?"
"Sure, there's a pool of fresh water bubbling up cold from the earth a few dozen feet into the jungle, but I'd suggest you wait on the morrow, as there's a lot of feral beasts in those groves."
She nodded. "I be tired again anyway, so let's get some more rest, I'd say."
I left her my cabin again and slept outside the door in the clearing.
* * *
Morning came and she came out of the cabin to find me taking my readings. "What'er ya doin'?" She asked, startling me out of my concentration on my work.
"Oh, 'morning, Anne. Just taking my weather readings again. How are you feeling? Well enough to go on a hunt?" I said, smiling at her.
"I feel me ol' self again... but, a hunt? What be we lookin' for?" She said, pouring herself some water from my bucket and draining it in one long drink.
"Well, I hope to put on a ruse for your captors. If your corpse isn't there, they'll scour the island until they find us, right?"
"I should be thinkin' so." She grunted. "What do that have ta' do wit' huntin'?
"There are quite a few feral feline predators living on this island, and I've seen some of them with fur color very close to yours. I propose we kill one and make it your substitute." I grabbed my rifle as I spoke and slung it over my back, grabbing some munitions and a powder horn as well.
She laughed. "A feral? You been alone too long out here, methinks. Its body shape would be totally different from mine, it'd have none o' me red hair, and 'twould have none o' me clothes either."
I smiled at her. "I know. Some of that we can work with, some we cannot. We'll have to dress it in your clothes, and you'll have to cut your hair so I can patch it into the beast's skull. As for the wrong body shape, I hope we can work around that enough to fool them. What we need is to get it to decay as fast as we can, and hopefully there won't be enough left that they'd be able to tell, if they'd even examine a cadaver, which I doubt they would, being superstitious."
She pondered my proposal. "Hunh. Cut me hair, eh? I jolly well don't like that. And what clothes should I be wearing if this corpse be getting what little I had left on?"
Well, my boots will be too big for you, but better than nothing. I can make you a scarf out of the cloth I brought with me, and as for your eyepatch...I've got some leather scraps, that shouldn't be difficult to fashion you a new one. It's the only idea I have to try and fool them, otherwise we're both as good as dead, aye?"
"Aye." She said softly. "It be worth a try. Yer words ring true that they'd not like to get close to the corpse, so they may not notice if it be a little...diff'rent. Art' all, pirate men be stooges and drunks besides, wi' not a brain between all o' them. Will it decay enough by the time they return?"
"I'll help it along with a few tricks, not the least of which will be we'll have to keep it wet to speed its putrescence. Shall we go? Can you walk, do you think?"
"Aye. I be doin' fine right now. Let's go find us a decoy, love!" She grinned at me.
* * *
We searched for several hours before coming upon some tracks. Following them, we found the lair of a large golden feline, nearly the same color as her fur. We were twice in luck as it was a female. The shot we had was poor, however. We were standing on a cliff looking down at her sleeping outside a small indentation in the rocks she was using as a lair. It didn't look like we'd get a better shot even if we walked around and down to her level, as large boulders created a thick fence around her .
"Damn. I don't know that I can make this shot." I murmured to her.
She looked up at me. "Give me yer gun and I'll drop her, then."
I lowered the rifle and looked at her, surprised. "You can shoot a rifle?"
"I'd be a poor fightin' pirate if I couldn't shoot now, wouldn't I? I'm a good shot, if I do say so meself." She sounded proud to tell me this.
As it was, I doubted I could get much more than a blindly lucky shot from here, so it seemed it would do no harm to let her try. Worst she'd do is miss it as I probably would. I handed her the rifle. "Here, be careful and take your time. She's got a light trigger."
I was watching our target so I didn't see exactly what she did, but the second I handed her the gun, it went off. I jumped a foot in the air and whirled on her. "Anne! I said be careful! She's got a light trigger! There goes our decoy, dammit! It'll be on the other side of the island by now."
She handed the rifle back to me without looking up at me. I snatched it away from her. "Aye, she has a light trigger all right, ye might've warned me abou' that. Sorry I frightened ye."
I sighed and tried to calm my anger. "Well, let's resume searching. The faster we find another one the faster we can get back home and out of this infernal jungle. I'll make the shots from now on."
She looked up at me with a bemused expression on her lovely face. "Ye can make the shots from now on if ya please, but why keep searchin'? What's wrong wi' the decoy we got 'ere?"
"Well, the fact that you scared it away with your fumbling clumsiness..." I stopped talking as I glanced down and saw the feline sprawled out, looking quite dead. I just stared, dumbfounded.
She stood up and started to make her way down towards the corpse. "Well, ye can keep on searchin' all ye like. I'll take me kill back to yer shack and see 'bout dressin' it up ta look like me." She declared with a flirty, twinkling look in her eyes.
I couldn't believe she'd made the shot that fast. It hadn't even seemed like she'd raised the gun to sight, let alone aimed and fired on her prey. I realized she was already getting ahead of me climbing down and I ran to catch up. "How in the name of thunder did you fire that fast, Anne?" I puffed when I caught up, looking at her in a whole new light.
She smiled and I could tell she was enjoying my amazement as she explained. "Me first cap'ain an' I were sweet on each other, no question. He taught me how to shoot and spent many, many hours teachin' me to do it up right. God rest 'is miserable hide. He gave me this scar on me arm to remember his temper by."
I looked at the slash she pointed to. No fur grew out of it, just ugly scar tissue, and I realized she was not nearly as delicate as I'd thought. "You are...quite a young lady, Anne." I couldn't think of anything else to say.
She spat on the ground. "I be no lady, Caleb. I wear no dress and tend no gardens for me husband's house. I say as I please, I live as I please and sleep with whom I please. Do nae insult me li' tha' again."
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you, I just...I was trying to pay you a complement, I meant no harm." I found a stout branch and lashed the beasts paws to it. She hoisted one side and I hoisted the other, and we began to walk back towards the hut.
"Alrigh', I shouldnae ha' lashed out at ye. Yer very sweet, love. Me temper always be getting ahead o' me thinkin'. I'm sorry." She said over her shoulder at me.
"No problem, Anne. You've obviously fought hard to earn the right to be called what you prefer."
We hiked back to the hut, and she cut her hair short, giving me the lovely red locks. We carried our catch out to the tree and arranged its body as best we could to approximate how she'd been lashed to the tree. I had to break its arms to get it to bend far enough back to tie the paws together, but when we were finished I thought it looked reasonable. I took one of my surgical tools and poked tufts of hair into the skin of the creature's head. She gave me her clothes without comment and I put them on it. I saw her eye for the first time, an ugly gash above and below a milky white pupil.
"Your jewelry too, Anne. It's got to be authentic."
She frowned. "All o' these have meanin' to me. I dinae want to give 'em up."
I nodded. "We can reclaim them back from the corpse once the ruse works, I promise."
Grudgingly she gave her bracelets and rings to me, and I finished dressing our decoy. "If it rots, it'll do." She said and began to walk back to the hut.
I had to run to catch up to her again. She could walk fast for such a small creature. "Ye promised me a bath in a pool 'o cold water last e'ening. After all o' that exercise I be dyin' to clean up, how 'bout yerself?"
"Yes, it sounds good alright. I'll show you where it is so you can get cleaned up. When you're done I should check you for infection and put some more alcohol on the wound, OK?" She didn't answer me, but she nodded.
* * *
I gave her soap and clean clothes and showed her the spring, just a small ways behind my hut. I went to take more weather readings while she cleaned up, but midway through I heard her calling my name. "Caleb? I need ye!"
"I'm coming, Anne!" I yelled back and hurried to the spring. I found her floating in the middle on her back with a look of happy comfort on her pretty face. Her blind eye was a little disconcerting to see amidst her lovely face, but otherwise she was pure sexy, and very naked. I tried not to let my eyes wander from her face. "What do you need?" I asked her.
She paddled over to the side where I stood. "kneel down 'ere." she said offhandedly.
I knelt, and she lifter herself out of the water a bit, exposing her perfect breasts to me. "Do ye think I'm pretty?"
"Yes, I do. Why did you call me here?"
"'Cause I think yer a handsome thing, and I'd like ye ta join me bath. Maybe we could wash each other and explore each other a bit. Ye have the advantage, havin' seen me nakedness. I think ye owe me a view o' your dick." She smiled seductively.
I shivered, not because I didn't want to, but because of how much I did. In the end though, my logical mind gave me a simple reason out of it. "Anne, I'm a happily married man. We're no good for each other and couldn't be more different. Besides, two days ago your vagina was ripped apart, you are definitely NOT ready to have sex yet, I can guarantee it would be a disaster of pain and ripped stitches."
She looked at me shrewdly and was silent for a moment. "Ye have a point, it'd be foolish to try and make love yet, and there'd be little good in playing together and getting all worked up if we can't bed each other. Perhaps later, then."
"I said I'm also married, Anne. No 'laters' about this."
"So ye say." She chuckled, and I got the distinct impression that she didn't think that would stop me when the chips were down. Well, she was wrong.
* * *
For the next several days, my routine was fairly normal, save for having Anne around. I continued to take my readings, and when I wasn't doing that we'd talk and fish and even splash our bare feet in the cold spring when it was hot. I found her to be a wonderful companion, and I loved to have her tell me tales of her adventures as a pirate. She had a flair for the dramatic and would act out her stories with energy and intensity that made them fun to watch. She wasn't what I would expect from a hardened pirate girl; bitter and hollow from having to trade her sexual favors for safety and protection amidst a crew of sex starved pirates. Indeed, from her stories it sounded like she always shared the captain's bed with him, whatever ship she was on, and fought any man who looked down upon her.
I continued to check her at least once a day and keep her clean, and after a week I carefully removed the stitches. She'd healed remarkably well, and I wasn't sure there would even be a scar when it finished healing, which I could tell she was glad to hear me say. "I 'ope soon I'll feel well enough to thank ye proper for all o' your help, Caleb." She purred to me. I emphatically told her that was not going to happen and asked her to stop talking about it, but she just smiled knowingly and was silent.
We kept soaking the corpse down with buckets of water to aid decay, and it quickly became a disgusting job as it putrefied. On the upside my plan was working well, as the thing soon rotted to the point you could easily believe it was how she might look dead. Every time we went out to it, I could tell she was looking at her jewelry and wishing she could have it back. I tried to console her and promised we'd get it back for her every time I saw her staring at it longingly. I made her a new eye patch, which she thanked me for several times. It hid her ruined eye and made her look as sexy as ever.
After two weeks I began to pay special attention to the skyline, looking for the pirates. I was nervous about our ruse, but she seemed to be completely unconcerned. "It'll work, I reckon. We be doin' OK, ye'll see." She cooed to me and hugged me. She hugged and touched me quite often, now. It was remarkably calming to be held by her, and even though I knew I shouldn't let her do it, it felt wonderful. I missed my wife. I missed making love.
A third week had passed, and still no pirates. We were splashing our feet in the cool water of the spring, resting under a shady tree, when suddenly she spoke, her voice soft and seductive. "I masturbated last night. There was no pain at all, just pleasure, even when I got rather rough wi' meself. I'm healed, thanks ta ye."
I swallowed thickly and tried to steady my voice from the shock of her candor. "I'm glad to hear it, Anne. Shall we go fishing?"
She began to purr. Her voice was soft and gentle. "What I want to go fishin' for isn't in the sea, it be in your trousers." She reached for me.
I moved away, out of her reach and snapped angrily at her. "Dammit, Anne! I'm married! I keep telling you that! Don't you have any respect for me after all I've done to try and help you? Please stop doing this!"
She wasn't the least bit fazed by my words, I could tell. "I have e'ery bit o' respect for you. You save me life, and I'll nae forget it. It is yer poor choice in wives I hae no respect for. You be out here riskin' life and limb outwitting pirates to make heroic rescues, and where does she be? Safe at 'ome wi'out a care in the world. Yer a fool if ya think she could ever love ya like I can. If she cared fer ya, she'd be here defendin' her mate against me, but she ain't is she? Seems to me that makes ya fair game."
I was beginning to sound like I was pleading with her. "Anne, I love my wife and she loves me. She just isn't adventurous like you. She's delicate and gentle, and life on an island would be far too hard for her." Not all of that was strictly true of my chubby, loud-mouthed wife, but I hoped it would dissuade Anne.
She was not impressed. "So she leaves ye to it. Seems her devotion runs as deep as her lust for adventure." Her voice grew gentle, reassuring. "I can love ye right here, right now, on this island. I can be everything she could ever be for ye and so much more. I can be by yer side through thick and thin, givin' ya friendship and pleasure and love no matter where yer life leads. Can she?"
Her words were sucking the logic out of my mind. "Anne, you don't understand. Her family...she's rich. All I have is from them. They gave me the money for to come out and do this adventure to begin with. If I turn my back on her, I would lose my job, my wife, my family, my friends, basically my whole life. You are the most beautiful and charming and sexually attractive girl I've ever met, but I cannot, will not go to bed with you."
She just kept staring at me, her lovely blue eyes burning a hole in my very heart. "Do ye love her?" She whispered.
"What? Of course I do. Isn't that what I just said?"
She crawled over to me and sat down right beside me, her hip touching mine. "Ye said ye love her wealth. I'm not askin' that, any fool would love that. I'm askin' ya if ye love her wi' all your heart and soul, and connect wi' her in a way you never could wi' any other woman. If ye say yes, I'll leave ye to her and not pester ye no more, but I want God's own truth in the matter. Do ye love her wi' all o' your heart, no part o' you has regrets, no part o' you doubts her, wonders who's company she keeps while you be gone for eight months?"
I wanted to emphatically say yes, but her words had cast doubt into me. No, they hadn't. They'd reminded me of doubts I had about my wife before I'd ever met Anne. I sat there silent, unable to reply.
She smirked at me. "I thought not. I've seen the look ye have in yer eyes in men before. Was she all too happy to have you go on this trip, was that it? Makes you wonder if it was a convenient way to get you gone from her house for a while, from her bed?"
She slipped her arms around my neck, and I didn't resist her, though I couldn't meet her eyes. "I'll not lie to ye ever, Caleb, I promise. Ye'll not be the first man I've had between me legs, and ye'll not be the last neither. What I'm offerin' you is love and companionship for the while we're here on this little island together. We can share a bed and our lives for these months and grow close and be happy. When ye return home, I'll go my way and not bother ye again, and perhaps you'll have a new perspective on females in general, and yer little wife in particular."
My mind was racing, but no thoughts were actually forming. She was so sexy, such a little firebrand, unlike any girl I'd ever met. She wasn't afraid or coy or delicate in the least. She said what she felt and did what she wanted and I was dying to make love to her.
"Oh but Anne..." I managed before she interrupted me.
"No 'buts' anymore. Ye've said yer piece an' I listened, and now the time fer words is over. Come to me and make love to me as I know ye want to. I'll make it easy for ye." She climbed onto my lap and began to kiss me, pulling eagerly at my clothes, stripping me naked in the soft lush grass beside the bubbling spring. "Oh, what a lovely body ya have, Caleb. Humans're sexy, I think."
I was confused and torn, not wanting this yet wanting it so badly it burned. She had chosen her words well, seeding doubt and suspicion in my mind that urged me on with this and helped to justify the adultery. She was gloriously lovely, and as she began to remove her clothes I longed to see her naked again. She threw everything she was wearing but her eye patch into a pile, then crawled lazily onto the grass about five feet from me and laid down, putting her hands behind her head and opening her long legs invitingly. She wiggled her toes playfully and sighed happily.
"Your move, Caleb. You got to be the one who does this. It be your choice, but you gotta make it." She smiled, and I could tell she knew what choice I would make, laying here naked and aroused so close to her. She idly fingered her body, stroking her inner thighs and her hips, her tail fluttering.
I crawled over to her, and her triumphant smile returned. Some small part of me felt ashamed of myself, but I could not resist this luscious little female as she threw herself at me. I climbed on top of her and felt her legs wrap around my waist. I kissed her deeply, once again tasting her sweet muzzle and exploring her sharp teeth and rough feline tongue. She wrapped her arms around me and tried to pull my body against hers, but I resisted and gently and softly broke the kiss.
"Anne, will you promise me something?"
"That depends on what it be, lover." She winked
"My beautiful little kitten, so lovely and perfect." I sighed. "I want your solemn word that if this hurts your vagina at all, you'll tell me so we can stop. You were torn badly and I'm worried we might re-injure you if I fuck you. Furthermore, I don't want to cause you any pain even if it wouldn't injure you to fuck. Will you give me your word so I can trust that I'm not hurting you in the slightest?"
She looked up at me with a strange look. "Yer a peculiar one. Frankly, I never had a lover concerned about somethin' like that. Usually they're diving between me legs and howling in pleasure at me tight, wet hole as fast as they can get me pants off. Aye, I give ya me word that I'll tell ya if it hurts me, an' I thank ya for consider'n me. I'm quite taken wi' ya, Caleb." She grinned shyly, which had to be the first time I'd seen that expression on her face. She was so exotic and sexy.
I kissed her again and lowered my body gingerly against hers. The sensation of her soft golden brown fur touching all over my naked flesh was intensity like I'd never felt before. It tickled and felt so sexy and wonderful I yearned for her all the more. I reached down and began to caress her silken, perfect round breasts. She pressed my mouth to them, and I began to taste her nipples while she purred in ecstasy. I felt the nipples firm up from the stimulation, becoming hard and even more divinely lickable.
Her tummy fur felt marvelous against my stomach, and I just wanted to rub my body up against her. I even felt the velvety, tickling sensation on my penis to be delicious, and imagined climaxing just from fucking into her soft fur. I slowly began to thrust against her belly, feeling the exquisite, sexy fur brush and tickle all along my dick. It felt even better than I could have imagined.
She could tell what I was fixating on and giggled coyly. "Yeh like the feel o' me fur, hah? Wall that's nice ta know if it does end up hurtin' too much ta make love, ye can pleasure yerself on me in other ways."
I broke away from my fascination with her fur and slid down a bit so I could drink in her pussy. When I was sewing her up and cleaning her, I hadn't permitted myself to look at her in any way other than as a patient. Now I was truly examining and reveling in her body for the first time. She looked marvelous, beyond compare. Her vagina was small and pert, with a lovely clit peeking through her delicate and puffy outer lips.
I gingerly peeled her open and could smell her arousal waft over me. I couldn't even tell where the tear had been anymore, and her silky flesh was just perfect and pink and glistening with heated moisture. "Kiss me there if you like me, pretty human. Let me see you leave your inhibitions behind and experience me fully." Somewhere in the back of my brain I was surprised that her accent was gone.
I lowered my lips to her and gingerly began to kiss her along the length of her pink pussy. Her heat scent was strong, but as I grew accustomed to it I began to be intoxicated by it. Her pheromones were affecting me, I realized, even though I was of another species. "mmmmmMMM!" I groaned in delight as I began to kiss and lick her pussy more and more eagerly. Her flesh was so soft and warm and slippery it was simply uncontrollably sexy to orally love her. I think she'd only intended me to kiss her here, but now I was madly lapping at her, eager to soak up as much of her juices and scent as I could, breathing deeply the smell of her arousal.
She whimpered and I remembered myself and paused. "Does it hurt you, Anne?"
She looked angry that I'd stopped and she ran her fingers through my hair and then mashed my face down into her cunt again. "Don't stop, damn you! I promised I'd tell if it hurt and I haven't said a word, have I? It feels awesome, Caleb! Eat me more!" She was strong and dominating, but I did as she ordered and could feel her squirm and wriggle as I dined gently on her sex, drowning in her lust and pleasure. Flicking my tongue back and forth across her lips like I was strumming a guitar, I reached up with a finger and tenderly began to flick her clit. She screeched in delight at this and thrust her hips up to meet my eager tongue.
All at once she sprayed me with an unexpected ejaculation. Recovering from my initial shock I drank her down while she roared in delight, her voice breaking from the passion and intensity. I felt her claws cut into my back, drawing blood from all four paws, then she pushed me away as she came down from her powerful climax. She was panting and slowly blinking, looking sexy as hell while doing it.
She looked down at me and groaned, delighted. "Too long."
I didn't follow what she meant. "I'm sorry?"
"It's been far too long since I did this with someone, simply because I wanted to, because I like them. Sleeping with the captains of any ships I'm on...Well, it can be fun, but it often is a lot of politics and I do it to survive, not for love or affection. I like you so much Caleb, and I wanted to make love to you because of that." She rolled me off of her and then gently laid me on my stomach and cleaned the bleeding claw marks with her tongue. It felt good and was relaxing. She was very gentle and soft, and it almost made me forget how horny I was.
"Anne..." I whispered. "May I please..." My voice trailed off as I thought again of my wife. I couldn't say the words.
Anne stopped licking my back and reared up. "Yes, you most certainly may." She whispered into my ears and then rolled sexily on her back, spreading her legs wide and lifting them up into the air for me. I crawled between her legs and she rested them on my shoulders. I kissed each of her calves, then reached down and grabbed myself. She reached with her fingers and blossomed her lips open for me, and refusing to let my mind think about what I was doing, I slid myself gently into her, committing adultery with her.
She was soaking wet, wonderfully tight, and silky-slick inside. I gasped and groaned at the unexpected warmth and intensity of her, staring down into her face in shock and awe. She looked up at me with a knowing look and smirked, and I knew who really had control of this relationship. As I began to slowly slide my entire length in and completely out of her, she chuckled mockingly and said. "From the dull look of incredulity on your face, I'm guessing I feel a whole hell of a lot better than any female you've slept with before?"
I nodded, unable to deny it. "My God Anne, this is the best sex I've ever had and we just got started. You feel exquisite! So much better than my wife!"
She giggled teasingly. "There's a reason we're nicknamed 'pussy cats' you know. We have the hottest, tightest, best pussy on the planet. Now can you explain to me why it was so hard to get you to do this?"
I leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting her muzzle as she enveloped me. I continued to use my hips to slowly slide as far in and out as I could possibly get while hugging myself tightly to her furry body. She broke the kiss, apparently not done teasing me. "I asked you a question." She breathed.
Right then I would say and do anything just to be given continued access to that amazing, sexy body. "I...Oh God...I didn't want to defile my wedding vows. I didn't want to betray my wife." Tears welled up in my eyes in shame, but I didn't stop fucking her.
"Then why are you doing this with me now?"
My tears dripped into her face. "Because you're worth it, Anne!" I moaned with conviction. She raised her head up and kissed and licked my tears away.
"I'm glad we understand one another now, Caleb. We can spend a wonderful time together here, I know it. This can be a pleasurable, intimate time together, and who knows what will happen in six months, hah?"
I had a feeling she probably said that to all her lovers, but it was a nice sentiment at least. She moaned and I began to pump in and out faster and faster. "Oh Anne! You are so warm and tight! I love it! Ugh! Please...I'm sorry I resisted you!"
She gasped. "Oh, I'm sorry you did too, but you are forgiven! Hah, just keep this up and it'll make up for everything, Caleb! Am I not worth giving up everything for?" She was driving up to meet my thrusts, which was an amazing sensation that made everything that much more intense.
"Yes! Oh Anne! This is incredible! I love how tight you are!" I was fucking as fast as I could now, and I reared up a bit so I could see the beautiful view between her legs. Her pussy lips opening up and hugging my penis tightly as I slid in and out looked unreal they were so sexy. I was glistening wet from her natural lubricants, and I was swollen and shiny. It had been months since I'd had sex and I was fit to burst with pent up desire and lust, and it showed.
She lowered her legs and I nestled into her breasts, sucking on first one nipple then the other as I tried to distract myself from cumming. It was all so impossibly erotic I was losing all control. "Yes, I can feel it coming on, lover!" She cried. "Yes! More! I'm almost there! Oh yeah, heyeah! Heeyeeeaah!!!"
I felt her squirt me again, and I lost it and started pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her heated vagina. Our cries of ecstasy flowed together in a chorus of love and passion as we drowned in a sea of each other's orgasms. The moments stretched on wonderfully long, then slowly faded away into relaxation and contentment like I'd never felt before. My flooding of her stopped, and we relaxed back into the grass. We began to kiss again.
After a while, she broke the kiss. "Ye did wunterful fer all 'o yor complainin'. Yer a good man, Caleb. I still like ye very much." Her accent was back.
"I like you too, Bonny Anne, very, very much. You are sweet and gentle, and forgive me if I insult you, I think you are a bit more of a little sweet princess than you'd like me to believe." I kissed her neck.
She snorted. "I'm no angel and certainly no princess. But it were a nice thing ta say even so, and in yer arms I almost feel like one." She caught my face in her hands and lifted me up off her neck so she could kiss me.
"Anne, I meant it with all my heart. You are so sweet." I kissed her and we reveled in each other's taste and smell. It was so wonderful to be with her, I realized how lonely I had been.
Suddenly her head came up and she looked around, her tail flicking. I wasn't sure what was wrong, but I didn't resist when she tenderly rolled me off of her and rose up into a crouch, looking towards the ocean, peaking out through the trees. "They're returning." She said grimly.
* * *
We'd dressed hurriedly, desperately hoping our ruse would work. She was genuinely afraid, I could tell. We retrieved my rifle from the shack, then went up into the rocks to my hiding place. I gave her the rifle, knowing she'd be a far better shot than I, and we took turns peering through my telescope. The two rowboats came ashore as usual, and I felt her tense, raising the gun to her shoulder.
"Anne!" I whispered. "Don't shoot unless we have to, no matter how much you want to kill that bastard. You'll give away our position and with only one rifle we have no hope of fighting off all of them before they'd find us. I know you want to kill him, but we don't dare."
She nodded grimly at my words. "Don't worry. I'll not do anything foolish, but I can keep th' bastard at the end o' me barrel and dream now, can't I? And if our decoy don't work an' they raise the alarm, I'm puttin' a bullet in his brain."
I stroked her soft shoulder tenderly. "It'll work. You'll see. That corpse is so rotted and disgusting it doesn't look like much of anything anymore."
She lowered the gun and took my fingers in her hand, squeezing them. "Aye." She said softly. We held hands as we watched them map out the treasure, dig a hole, drop a trunk in it, then bring forward a prisoner. He shuddered with fear and I heard Anne moan. Looking down I could see she was crying, empathizing with his fear. The sharp crack of a pistol reached our ears and his body fell forward into the pit.
"I'm goin' ta kill 'em. They all deserve ta die fer this." She breathed, squeezing my hand so hard it hurt.
I was afraid she was going to do something foolish, so I reached over and caught her, pulling her gently to me. I could feel that her body was trembling violently, and I knew she was remembering the horror of her capture and rape. I began to kiss her all over her pretty face, and she dropped the rifle behind her before hugging me tightly in her arms, nuzzling my neck. She drew a long shuddering breath.
"Will y' he'p me, Caleb? Please?" She said, looking up at me as tears rolled down her face.
"If you can think of a plan that will kill them without killing us, I absolutely will help you get revenge for what they did to you." I whispered, kissing her forehead and down her little muzzle.
"Thank y' Caleb, yer a brave man, one I'd be proud to call me mate." She looked sad.
I brushed my fingers through her red hair, still short from the shave. She glanced up at the pirates. "They're lookin' at me corpse. Gimme the glass."
I handed her the scope and she focused in. "Captain's ordering two of 'em to dig up that chest. They're doin' it now...oh, one of 'em just vomited. Must be quite a nasty sight. He's talkin' to th' cap'n. Beggin' out of the job I recon. Ol' Cajack ain't gonna like bein sassed back by one o' his men."
She'd barely finished speaking when I heard the loud crack of a pistol. "No. He didn't like it one bit. Stupid sod. One less for me to kill though. Now he's got another fool diggin', an' ain't he doin' it fer all he's worth." She snorted.
I raised my head up and watched them moving about. They dumped the new body, as well as the decoy into the hole they'd dug, then began to fill it in again. I felt her tense up and repeated. "I'll dig it back up and get all your things. A careful scrubbing and they'll be good as new. Anne, those gold accoutrements are saving our lives. Remember that, and they'll mean even more to you when you get them back."
I felt her relax back down. "I din't say nuthin 'bout it. I know yore right."
We watched in silent tension, still fearing they would notice until at last all was buried and they were rowing back to their boat. As they sailed away I turned to her and smiled. "We're home free, love."
She smiled over at me. "That'll be a relief. Now I just need t' figure out a way to kill 'em all an I'll be happy." She hesitated. "Ya think it's safe to get me things outta that hole?"
I nodded. "I'll go get them right now. You can come if you'd like, or wait at the hut. It'll be a grizzly task."
"I'll wait at th' hut fer ye if that's OK. Me own corpse makes me sorta nervous."
I smiled and nodded, standing up with her. We made our way back down and I retrieved my shovel.
* * *
About an hour later I returned to the hut muddy and sweaty, my pockets full of her jewelry. She gave a grateful cry and we walked to the pool to wash them as well as myself. She was all smiles as she put them all back on. It made her look even lovelier than she already did, I had to admit. She saw me watching her from the pool and grinned, shrugging out of her clothes, slipping naked into the water and paddling towards me. I felt her soft furry body make contact and she embraced me.
"I dunno 'bout you, but I wasn'ae done makin' love." She kissed me deeply and I shivered at the contact. What a beauty she was. The gold jewelry glistening everywhere on her just made her all the more exotic and alluring. Her fingers gently cleaned me, touching me everywhere and turning me on incredibly well.
We paddled over to the grass again and climbed out. She lay down on her side and directed me to spoon her from behind. She then gently fed me in between her legs and into her warm, tight, slick vagina. Her wet fur felt cool against my skin as I began trying to fuck her from this position. "Mmmmnnn, under and up, love, not forward and backward." She instructed as I kept accidently pulling out of her. It felt so good just to be inside her. As our bodies pressed together, her wet fur became warm and comforting.
"Oh Anne! I love this! God, you are tight!" I moaned, trying to follow her instructions to thrust upwards into her. She reached back and threw an arm around my neck.
"Who be the better lover, then? Yer wife 'r me?"
She was determined to force me to wallow in my infidelity, to spend every time we fucked pointing out that I was married and doing this with another female. She wanted no denial within me of what was really happening; I was having sex with her, cheating on my wife. Part of me was horrified by my actions, but part of me was loving every second of it.
"You are a much better lover, Bonny Anne. Oh fuck! Ung...I would always pick you over her, damn me to hell for it! I want you in my bed more than my own wife! You are so beautiful, and so soft and warm... Not at all like she is..." Tears welled up as I said this, but it also made me more desperate than ever to fuck her. I tried to increase my speed, but I couldn't do it without pulling out of her.
She smiled. "I'm glad yeh made yer choice, my darlin' Caleb. I'll make you glad you made it whenever and wherever you want, I promise. Ye'll ne'er here the word 'no' cross me lips in relation to lyin' wi' ya." With that, she pulled off of me and rolled me onto my back, kneeling and straddling my throbbing cock.
She lowered her pussy, grabbing my penis to line me up quickly, then using her other hand to open her outer lips. She sank down, looking intently as my glans touched her inner lips. I groaned at the contact, dying to be inside her again, but she paused. Her eye twinkled and she looked at me maliciously, grinning. "If I asked ye' to run away wi' me, an' leave yer wife...would you?"
I looked up at her in horror. How could she ask me to do this? How could she hold sex over me and demand this of me? "Anne, please don't ask me that..." I whispered.
She released our sex and leaned over, cupping my face in her paws. "Oh, I'm asking it all right. Would you leave your little human wife, all your wealth, the money you do your sciencing with? Would you walk away, crushing her and her family, estranging yourself to your own family? Would you leave everything for a pirate lass without two shillings to rub together to call her own? Would you do it to be with a lass who loves you, to experience adventure and probably die young?"
I stared at her, tears dripping from my eyes, unable to speak. She looked at me intently for a few moments, noting the tears I was silently shedding very pointedly, then carefully slid onto me. I felt the weight of her body sink down on my dick, felt the smooth silky feeling of her wet and aroused body engulf me.
She began to bounce herself on top of me, and I caught her hips in my hands to steady her. Her breasts bounced and jiggled with the rhythm as she groaned and rode me like a pro. "Yeah! Oh baby, yes! Ah! Wow! Oh, this is so good! Oh I love this! Mmmmmmyeahhh!!!"
I pumped upwards to meet her, slamming our bodies together and causing her breasts to bounce even more wildly. Watching her kneeling over me, bouncing up and down with all her strength was without a doubt the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. I sat up so that I could catch her bounding nipples in my mouth and suckle them passionately. She was moaning and dropping her whole weight on me, giving us stronger and stronger pleasure with each heated stroke. I could feel her silky tight flesh gripping and sliding along the entire length of my dick. She was warm enough it felt almost hot inside her.
I threw my arms around her under her armpits, lifting a bit to help her do her job. She embraced me as well, and we hugged each other so tight it was hard to breathe. It felt more intimate and sweet than any feeling I'd ever had before. Her lovely body held tightly in my arms, her fur drying in the sun and the breeze, the smell of her as I pressed into her breasts, suckling her nipples, her body sliding up until I almost slipped out, then pounding back down so hard I was seeing stars, and so much more.
I cried words of love and devotion to her, unable to even register what I was saying I was in so much ecstasy. She released me and put her paws on my shoulders so she could lift her weight up and drop down, increasing her speed. I still hugged her slender, lithe body, but looser so she could move well. I stroked up and down her slim tummy and her wide birthing hips, pulling back so I could enjoy the sight of my hands stroking her body. I moved up and cupped and squeezed her generous breasts, feeling the softness and warmth of her.
She was moaning louder and louder and I knew what was about to happen. She was panting in delight and making little squeals and yowls. Her eyes were closed and I could see her beginning to slip away from me on a sea of orgasmic pleasure. Watching her face, I felt her squirt rather than saw it. I lost control of myself and with a couple more frantic thrusts I was exploding and gushing my seed into her again. "I'm cumming!" I roared in delight.
"Gah! I can feel you splashing and spurting inside! I can feel your cock swelling and pumping with each jet! Ahhh! I love being filled with your cum! Oh yeah! Fuck me, lover!"
I just breathily groaned and kept trying to thrust into her even though she'd stopped and was flicking her clit rapidly to lengthen her orgasm. She collapsed back, her head between my legs and left me to finish for myself. I thrust up into her for my last several squirts, then lay back in the lush green grass and panted contentedly.
It felt marvelous.
* * *
For six glorious months I made love to Bonny Anne. I'd take my weather readings, and the rest of the days we spent doing anything and everything together. We would hunt, fish, picnic in the woods, explore, tell stories around a campfire, talk long into the night, and share our deepest secrets with each other. I would read her books while we splashed our feet in the pool, laughing and loving every day in an endless stream of activity. We were kindred spirits, and I loved her sense of humor. It was impossible not to laugh with her and love her.
I never learned much of her past. She kept it hidden from me, telling me stories only of her life at sea and refusing to tell me anything if I asked. I wondered at this, but gave her the privacy she obviously wanted.
The sex was incredible. She showed me positions and techniques I'd never begun to imagine. She got me try anal sex, and many, many other forms of loving I'd never believed I would try. I was her willing slave, eager to do her bidding, my entire day riding on her sweet smile. We were so close, and yet such good friends at the same time. I had never imagined a relationship like the one we shared.
Though she tried very hard to appear tough, I slowly began to understand her more and more. Deep inside was a sweet girl of class and refinement that she'd hidden deep long ago. I heard it surface often when we'd make love. Her accent would disappear as she cried words of pleasure, though she would act like she had no idea what I was talking about when I would bring it up with her. I wondered often who she'd been before she'd become a pirate. This tender girl hidden so deep loved me with all her heart and was fiercely devoted and passionate. The occasional glimpses I'd catch of her were tantalizing and beautiful.
In the end, we never did figure out a plan to kill Cajack and his men, though she vowed she would find a way. I swore her all the help I could give if she ever launched a plan, both financial and physical. She assured me I would be a part of her revenge someday, and that she really would find a way to kill him.
After six months of heaven with her, having the galleon return to pick me up was difficult. The captain gladly rescued her, and seemed quite taken with her himself, though she slept every night in my bed. Her hair was growing back to a ponytail, and she once again wore a scarf on her head. She fell in somewhat with the crew, and I could see she was indeed a veteran sailor, up to any of the tasks required of her. I could tell they were all in awe of her, especially the captain, who's name was Lars. She reacted to him warmly, which made me feel jealous. I knew deep down that I was losing her, even though we spent half the night every night in frenzied sex moaning words of love.
When we arrived back in port, sailing towards a spot to drop anchor, she caught my arm. I looked down at her and smiled sadly. I knew what she was going to say before she said it, and my heart was tearing itself apart inside.
"Cap'n Lars has asked me ta join his crew, an' I accepted, Caleb." She looked up at me, tears in her eye. The sea was calling her back, I knew.
I nodded. I had always figured I wouldn't be able to keep her, but it was still crushing to hear. "Anne...I...I want you to know these six months have been the best days of my life. I really wish that we didn't have to say goodbye." I swallowed thickly, unable to continue.
She brushed her paw through my hair. She knew I loved it when she did that, and I wondered if it would be the last time I'd feel this treatment from her. "I know. I've felt the same way, love. You really are special to me, and I will miss you a great deal." We gently kissed for a long time.
When she at last broke the kiss, there were tears on her cheeks and in her voice. "We're just dropping you off at port here, we still have plenty of provisions. Once the rowboat is back from depositing you on shore, Captain Lars wants to weigh anchor and get going. I guess...I'll be seeing you?"
I looked down at my belongings, and suddenly felt as if all of them were worthless, like my life was worthless without her. Tears dripped from my eyes and I caught her lovely paw in my hand. "Anne, you promised me that if you ever figured out a way to kill Cajack, you'd let me help, and I'll hold you to that. I had to watch that bastard execute so many...I want to see him dead too. You know where I live, and...I would welcome a visit from my Bonny Anne."
"I'll be hunting him, don't worry. If I find a weakness, I will kill him, and I'll make sure you're there too, I promise." She said.
I heard the captain order the anchor to be dropped and the rowboat to be deployed. "Time to go ashore, Caleb!" He called.
"Goodbye Anne. I'll never forget you, all the days of my life." I stepped back and held on to her paw until we were at the limit of our arm's reach and the touch was broken. I picked up my things and started for the rail where the dingy was waiting.
"Goodbye Caleb." I heard her say softly from behind me.
At the railing, I paused and looked back at her. She was teary, and looked more vulnerable than I'd seen her since the day we first met. "The answer to your question is 'YES' Anne." I said to her.
She blinked at me for a moment, then smiled, understanding what I meant. "Well now, that sounds like I put a level head on your shoulders after all! I'll think on it, Caleb, I truly will, and someday you might answer a knock on the door and find me there, come to sweep you off your feet."
"Then every knock at my door will make my heart race and my breath short. Goodbye, my love."
She grinned her pretty grin at me and blew me a kiss. She looked quite a lot happier than she had, and it made me feel better too.
I got in the rowboat and sat, waving to her up at the rail of the ship. She waved back and blew another kiss, beaming at me. "Be well, Caleb! Thank you again for savin' me life!" I nodded and watched her all the while we rowed ashore. As I stepped out onto the dock, I turned and looked back at the ship, now much smaller and distant. I could still make out her shock of fiery red hair, but a speck now. I waved one last time, and thought I saw her wave back.
I hired a buckboard and gave him my address. As I was jostled about the streets on the short ride home I thought of the time we'd spent together, of the things she'd shown me about life and love and strength. The adventure we'd shared made me desire to experience such things again, and suddenly the quiet life of a scientist seemed unappealing. The cart drew up to my home and I disembarked with all my many possessions.
I looked out and could still see the sea, shimmering with the light from the setting sun. There was a boat, barely visible, already sailing out of the bay, and somewhere on it I knew was the girl of my dreams. "Goodbye Anne. May God watch over you, and may we meet again someday. I would give up everything for you and run away with you Anne, the answer is YES I would."
The End... for now