The Pirate Lass

Author's Note: Many, many thanks for the reviews and here now is the next installment, as promised. Here you'll find little back stories for Oliver and Eriana in a slightly less than conventional way. Hope you like it.


Chapter 3:


The remainder of the day progressed quite well and when night fell once more, Oliver and Eriana returned to the galley with one another to have dinner together.

"I'm glad you decided to come along," he told her, "and that you didn't let what happened earlier change your mind."

"As am I," she replied. "I admit, so far it hasn't been what I expected, but I assume that's why I'd like to stay."

"Would you consider this to be your favorite of all your adventures yet?" he asked with a slight smile.

"It's not over yet, so I can't truly say," she answered. "But so far, it could become my favorite and I hope it does."

"As do I," he replied as a soft smile graced his cupid bow lips. "I'm just thankful there's someone I'm sailing with that I know I can trust."

"Can't you trust your men?"

"I've had crewmen try to kill me in the past, but somehow I can't see that from you."

"Well, you did save my life," she told him. "It'd only be right that I save yours should the occasion arise. Though I admit, I would hope you wouldn't need saving. But should ye, I wouldn't hesitate."

Oliver almost couldn't believe all that he was hearing. Never before had anyone, woman or otherwise, ever said such things to him.

Eriana knew she was beginning to flirt with dangerous territory. She had never imagined it possible for her to be attracted to a pirate, but now she knew it was happening. It wasn't just his appearance, but also his voice, his manner, all he had said to her and how he seemed so determined to protect her.

Her words repeated again and again in Oliver's mind. Knowing she cared for him. Knowing she was proving herself to be more trustworthy than his men. Also knowing that she would be willing to save him should he need her to.

"Why don't we get to know each other a little better?" he asked, deciding to change the subject slightly.

"How?" she asked, more than a little interested.

He stood and took another bottle of rum and sat back in his chair before answering, "A series of questions. For each we don't answer, for whatever reason, the one refusing takes a shot."

"Right," she agreed. "Who should start?"

"Ye."

"How did you become a pirate?"

"My family was killed when I was young by another captain. He made me his first mate, then when his quarter master died I was given a promotion and when the captain was killed I took his place. How did you become what you are?"

"No family since before I was twelve, a love of the sea and it seemed I'm rather good with my hands," she answered with a slightly sultry smile.

With those words Oliver knew he was sure to be in trouble with Eriana. He was already taken with her beauty and now with how she was looking to him, he suddenly wanted to find out for himself just how good she was with her slender hands. "Why has it been years since you were last on the water?"

Eriana's smile faded completely and she silently reached for the bottle and took a shot, drinking it down square. Quiet seconds passed before she asked him, "A life on land or sea, which would you prefer?"

"Land, near the water. Ye?"

"Same," she answered, her smile returning slightly. "How is it you haven't had any quarter mistresses before me?"

This time Oliver took a shot without a word. "A pirate or normal man?"

"What?" she asked with a surprised laugh, unable to believe what she was convinced he meant.

"Would you like to take a shot?" he asked with a cheeky smile.

Still laughing, she did take a shot. "Pirate lass or normal woman?"

Oliver laughed and took a shot himself. It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but if she wasn't going to tell him hers, he wasn't about to reveal his. Though truthfully both of theirs were quite obvious. "How did you come to be where we met?"

She could have asked how he meant. Whether how she came to be living in that town or being in the tavern. Either way, she took a shot, not wanting to give either answer.

Realizing she was having a difficult time thinking of another question, he asked, "How were your dreams last night?" It wasn't that he had heard her moaning or calling out, there just seemed to be a gleam in her eyes when she looked to him that wasn't there the night before.

Eriana's pale features colored slightly at that, but she answered, "Entertaining. Yours?"

Oliver blushed slightly himself and took a shot. "What were your dreams of?"

It was then Eriana took another shot. "Your favorite dessert?" she asked, her reserve fleeting as the alcohol worked its way through her.

As Oliver began to feel slightly similar, he took a shot as he could only think of one. The one he currently wanted most as his eyes fell over her once more.

"Good to know," she stated with her own cheeky smile.

"Yours?" he asked.

Her answerer was similar to his as she currently couldn't think of a tastier treat and took another shot.

"Ummm," he purred, knowing her answer by her refusing to admit it, his heart nearly racing at the hope of getting his dream to come true.

"When did you last have a taste of your favorite dessert?" she asked.

Oliver only took another shot as the truth was, as he looked her over again, he knew he'd yet to truly taste what was sure to be his favorite. "When did you last have a taste of yours?"

Again, Eriana took a shot, realizing the same was true for her as she looked the attractive pirate over again. "When did you last have a lover?" she asked, her inhibitions quickly fading as she continued to drink.

As he didn't even want to admit it had been long weeks to himself, he took another shot. "When was your last?" he asked, his own inhibitions now fleeting.

Since she hadn't gotten an answer from him, she took another shot.

Their questions continued for another several minutes, both continuing to drink their shots until they had lost count of how many they'd had and both were more than a little inebriated.

"What are you doing?" Oliver asked as Eriana began to loosen her flowing white shirt.

"It's so warm in here," she answered as she was soon revealing her tightly tied corset to Oliver's appreciative dark eyes as he could see just how mashed to her body her naturally large breasts were.

"Strange for a winter night, but it seems to be," he agreed as he shrugged his black vest off. "Perhaps we should head to bed," he added as he stood.

"Perhaps," she agreed as she stood herself.

At seeing how she was leaning slightly, Oliver moved towards her and put his strong hands to her sides again, not wanting her to fall.

Looking up at the handsome buccaneer, Eriana stretched herself slightly as she saw him looking to her. Their lips met within seconds, locked in a soft kiss that was quickly growing deeper.

"We shouldn't do this here," Oliver said when he broke it a minute later.

The petite brunette only looked to him with disappointment. She wanted to continue and it was showing that he did, too.

"Join me in my chambers?" he asked.

Her dark eyes lit up as she moved to kiss him again, her tongue now circling his. But this time she broke the kiss after another matter of seconds. "Of course," she answered.

It wasn't long before they were in his cabin, his door bolted and Eriana gazing up at him longingly as he hovered above her in his bed.

She had broken their next heated kiss to nearly tear his shirt from him, Oliver taking the same opportunity to pull her shirt from her.

Next, Oliver's strong fingers went to work on her corset ribbon. With one quick, hard tug her bow was loose. They sprang to life again to loosen it enough to where he could lift it off of her, soon letting it join their shirts as it landed on the cabin floor. "Why you insist on keeping these bound I may never understand," he breathed as he took in the sight of her naturally large globes.

"It comforts me," she breathed in reply. "As though I'm in strong, caring arms that will never let go."

Oliver could only kiss her again at that, now wanting his arms to be those surrounding her.

Through their kiss, their breeches were next to be removed, both taking their own off before letting them slump to the floor.

They may have been more than a little intoxicated, but it was no stretch of the imagination to see they would still be doing this now even if they were sober. Their want had been building since the night before and their need had been building since they met in the galley tonight.

Oliver sighed appreciatively as he took in the sight of the slim, nude young woman, his slightly unsteady hands moving over each inch of her pale torso, his cock continuing to swell and throb as she canted more into his gentle touch.

Eriana moaned softly as her straining buds were soon between his fingers and he groaned at the sensation of the tip of his rigid prick meeting her moistening entrance.

Wanting to hold out for as long as he could despite how the entirety of his groin was now pulsating, Oliver lowered his mouth to her left breast's hardened point, letting the fingertips of his left hand trace her right.

But Eriana could feel her readiness and at feeling his, she reached her slender left hand around to his right shoulder and gently raked the nails of her right hand down his lightly tanned back.

Oliver gasped slightly at the sensations, his skin prickling in reply from the pleasure wave she sent through him. Deciding to return the favor, he lowered a hand between their closely pressed bodies as he switched sides and let his hot, wet mouth take in her right nipple and rubbed her clit with his right hand, wanting to know she truly wanted him.

"Take me," she breathed only a minute later.

"But we just -" he tried to begin, releasing his tasty treat momentarily.

"Now," she pleaded.

It was true they had practically just started, but her arousal for him had been building quickly and while she came that morning, it had only been in her dream. How she had managed to wait this long to feel Oliver like this was a mystery to her.

Not wanting to hurt her or force her in case she wasn't truly ready, the strong brunette, brought his lips back to his lover's, their tongues soon engaged in another duel through their increased breathing and Eriana's moans as his pace at her pebble hard swell slowed slightly.

She had to fight a loud moan to keep the others from hearing, but her lower half was nearly bucking into his hand just before he reached down again, this time slipping a pair of fingers into her, feeling her hips instantly meet his hand and his fingers immediately coated in her heated moisture.

She let out another moan as he pulled his hand back a minute later, this one out of mild disappointment as she could feel her edge already so near.

But she soon had to fight an ecstatic cry at his throbbing rock hard pole delving into her clinging, seemingly dripping core once he had licked his fingers clean, more than enjoying the taste of her.

Ruby's captain also had to fight his own blissful moan at the sensations. He was filling his quarter mistress to perfection! Just as before, her velvety muscles were instantly accepting the invasion as her hips raised to meet his.

Their mouths soon met again as they let their bodies' instincts and needs take them completely over.

As Oliver thrust hard into her again and again, Eriana's moans were growing higher in pitch as her lover's grew lower. It wasn't long before they had to abandon their kiss as he continued to drill his sex into hers faster, both only reveling in the fiery rhythm.

Eriana's slender hands were now clinging to his broad shoulders and her slim legs were behind his muscular limbs as she was in no way wanting this to end yet.

But their bodies' reactions were quickly escalating and it had been longer for both than they cared to admit since they had been with anyone. Meanwhile, Oliver could feel himself being grasped tighter with each shortened stroke and Eriana could feel him hitting each desired point within her at each hard thrust.

Fighting was soon no longer an option and Eriana's muscles were coiling in preparation as her slim body began to tense beneath the muscular buccaneer's and she managed to keep from crying out as quite possibly the greatest orgasm she had known overtook her.

Instead a low groan escaped her throat as her body trembled, her hot juices spilling onto her lover's throbbing tool that was still thrusting into her.

Oliver knew he was on his own edge and sank each inch of his swollen manhood into her hot, still spasming depths completely just twice more before having to silence his own ecstatic shout as each muscle in his own body tightened just before he shuddered all over and bathed her farthest recesses with his hot come.

His own climax had been just as intense as hers and despite the haze currently clouding his mind, he knew no other woman he had ever had before could compare to the beauty beneath him.

Their pace slowed incredibly as they began to regain their composure slightly though they were still just short of panting.

Just a minute later Oliver climbed off of his lover and flopped down onto his back beside her, his recovery still seemingly a while away.

"Do you entertain all your second in commands in such a way?" Eriana asked when she recovered enough of her breath seconds later.

"Never," he answered, still slightly breathless. "Not until now, that is," he added as he rolled over onto his side and gathered her into his strong arms. "I suppose I'm not so bad for a pirate," he commented with another cheeky grin.

Eriana wanted to scowl, but there was no way for her to as she fought an embarrassed laugh. "You're not so bad, period," she stated as she looked ahead into his glittering dark eyes. "Did I manage to live up to the legend of pirate lasses? Perhaps to that of my own legend?"

Oliver only leaned in and kissed her softly, sensuously, before taking his lips back seconds later and answering, "Better."

"How?"

"You're real," he answered just before having to stifle a yawn.

A little moan escaped Eriana's throat as she snuggled sleepily into Oliver's caring embrace.

They were both lightheaded and tired, but neither regretted any part of this night. Even if they'd had to use the alcohol as an excuse to be together, they were still thankful to have been able to share those incredible moments. As well as these.