SurfAngel_1031

  Ceasing her exploration of Paralee’s cute cunny, Armelle cried out and ughed when the pucker mark on her thigh hit the cool evening air. “More…damn…damn…more…Paralee…come on baby…M-O-R-E…” Armelle keened loud enough to scare the birds outside.

  Readily compliant with her mistress’s wishes, Paralee drilled her tongue between the dark blood-engorged petals Armelle possessed, clearing the thin yer of sweat and sexual essence from her pussy. “Mmhmm, as you desire…you lovely maiden..” Paralee increased the pressure she had on Armelle’s clit with furious motions. “Yes…I feel it you…come on…” Paralee urged her lover and felt the impending wave of delight working its way through Armelle’s body one tense muscle at a time. Finally pulling her hand away from the tiny pearl, Paralee spread her lips over the sensitive area and suckled hard, all the while doing twists and flips with her tongue.

  All at once, Armelle found that she couldn’t think as the pops in her head went off like fireworks in her head. Her body went rigid briefly and the orgasmic wave coursed through her, sending chills all over her body. Screaming out in sheer delight, Armelle wiggled and arched her hips into Paralee’s waiting mouth. “Oh FUCK!...Fuck…yes… Don’t…don’t…I…I…” She flopped her head to the side and bit into the feathered pillow. “...I…Paralee…” She jerked without rhythm or control, managing to delve a second finger into Paralee’s depths.

  When the second digit spread her small pussy tighter, it pushed Paralee over the edge as well. Starting from the core of her chest and rumbling like an earthquake in her mind, the feeling clenched her stomach, then her thighs tight enough to cause them to burn from stress and relief at the same time. When the crash of the orgasm hit Paralee, it was as though her body exploded into a thousand pieces of pure womanly cum. Her essence flowed gingerly from her flushed pink pussy and dribbled on Armelle’s chin. “Pitié pour moi, mon amour... je ne peux pas... le faire... le faire... oui... plus... là... là... oh mon Dieu, putain oui!” Paralee screamed to match her lover.

  –

  Minutes passed for the two women as they caught their breath and let the euphoric waves of bliss fade away. It was Paralee who spoke with a happy purr first. “What a wonderful first meeting, amour.” She slowly crawled around so she and Armelle were face to face once more. “I think you boosted my recovery with your attentiveness.”

  “Mmmm, darling. There was little more than to comply with your heavenly begging. You asked for more…” She giggled and kissed her lover on the forehead and noticed that Paralee had her dagger safely tucked away behind her. “Yes, darling Paralee…treasure that bde.” She tucked a strand of long bck hair behind Paralee’s ear. “I think the two of you are a pair, it is possible that there is some magic afoot within the steel.” Armelle noticed that the sun had dipped to the edge of the horizon. “I fear our time is coming to a fast close.” She pointed to the items she brought up, “There’s a clean shirt and breeches there for you, dear.”

  Giving a sad pouty lip as she watched Armelle get up, it was the whistles from outside and the guards running that made Paralee peek through the window. “How did they find…” She leapt from the bed and grabbed Armelle’s undergarments, dress and bodice and quickly tied it all to her small frame. “Boots…where…” She ran and kissed the older woman one st time, “You’ve been here the entire day…I guess your husband?” Paralee jumped in her boots and grabbed her pack. She stood at the open window for a few seconds, bck hair billowing in her face and with a wink and an air kiss waved to her lover. “Armelle…should I come faring this way again, I will seek you out.” Paralee added, “I won’t forget you.”

  “You must forget me, young dy. Stay free for me, alright?” She pointed to the footsteps pounding inside the inn. “I will deal with my husband. You get out of here.” Armelle matched her partner with an air kiss and quickly jumped into the cold tub.

  Without a stitch of fear in her heart, Paralee jumped from the window, nding like a cat on the cobblestone and took off for the dock. A few desperate minutes passed and she found herself standing in front of the merchant vessel, The Crimson Runner.

  -My way to Venice, I hope.-

  Paralee confidently strode up to the pnk and stood carefully at the edge, not daring to board the ship itself. “Is the captain about?” She asked one of the deckhands who stopped their work to look at the onyx-haired beauty.

  “You just passed him.” The sailor ughed and pointed to a gentleman who was standing with his hands on his hips.

  Spinning on her bootheels, Paralee made her way back down the pnk and stood before the captain. “Sir, I understand you go to Venice all the time? I am looking for passage, I will gdly work to get there.” She scratched her head, “I have some knowledge of knots and rigging, from the small sails that my family had, sir.”

  “Captain Daniel Boulet.” He reached out his hand to Paralee, “Gd to know you…”

  Shaking his hand firmly she responded, “Paralee Vallee, at your service. I mean, you should want it, of course.”

  Not completely unaware of the guards running around looking for a fugitive, Captain Boulet smiled and pointed to the dress and bodice. “I think you are in a wee bit of a hurry, ss.” He winked and pointed to the flickers of torchlight moving slowly on the road. “Show me a knot before the guards get here and you have your passage, girl.” He tossed her a section of rope and folded his arms.

  Folding and twisting the hemp quickly, Paralee made a crude bowline knot. “How’s that captain?” She saluted him after handing the rope back.

  “That will do, Miss Vallee…that will do.” He pointed to the ship. “Get below and find the first mate Mister Darche, he will give you clothes that fit…” He ughed, “..clothes that work on a merchant ship, and set you to work on the rigging.”

  Rubbing Ruby’s back with her long dragon-like nails, Avaora shook her head as her partner finished the little tale. “My sweetz heartz, is telling tall talez, yes?” She reached over and turned Ruby’s face to see her gleaming hazel eye. “Darlink…I know you are brilliant, yes? Perhaps the next story shouldn’t make the boy all squirmz?”

  “I’ll tell ya pin, ye devil mage..” Ruby winked and smiled, showing off one of her ruby-studded teeth, “...Ruby be saying only facts she does.” Ruby ughed and produced her namesake dagger, showing its beauty after the many years. “Ruby be lett’n that rest with ya, aye, she will, Ava. Savvy?”

  Hearing the two banter after the story, Jonny considered the story as a whole and cleared his throat. “Um…Captain Ruby…can I ask you something, ma’am?”

  Ruby stopped pying with Ava for a second and faced Jonny. “Out with it boy, mine ears be itch’n..aye, so be ask’n yer question.”

  “How did you get to the ground without hurting yourself, wasn’t it like three stories high?” He smiled, thinking he pinned Ruby in a story that was a little too far-fetched. “I would think you would have twisted your ankle at the least, maybe even broken it.”

  Patting Avanora’s hand, Ruby winked at her lover and faced Jonny. “Turn ya ears and hear what Ruby has to say, aye?” Ruby waited for the boy’s complete attention. “When me catapulted from the window, the trees…aye, the trees…their leaves grappled me arms and lowered me down, they did. Nay a scratch, dy fate had me back..” She felt Ava squeeze her arm and start giggling softly. “May I drink a bowl of brimstone and fire with the devil hisself if Ruby be tell’n false.”

  Blinking in shock and disbelief he took a deep breath and nodded, “My apologies Captain. I won’t doubt ya again.” He shifted his look to Avanora. “You knew this story as well? It was rather explicit.”

  Both Ruby and Ava began ughing, Ruby falling silent after a minute to drink a full bottle of rum without hesitation. Ava leaned over and kissed her captain’s neck before answering the young man. “Yez, Avanora knew about thiz story, Jonny. I wanted you to zee that she’z not just a killer of people, yez? She’s a flowing love mistress.” Ava winked. “Captain and love, perhaps a more adventurous talez, yes? What is left that you wishz to tell the d?” She waved her hand and summoned bright sparkles from the fire. “Maybe something truly magical…”

  Ruby popped the cork on another bottle of rum. “As it be, Ruby’s scatter’n brains delved into me bedtime as opposed to water cutt’n or rum, all the more sorry boy.” Ruby raised her bottle. “Yo ho, there be nothing to fear while rum is here, aye.” Ruby nodded and turned to Jonny once more. “Here ye now, what would you like to know, Little Jonny? Ask what you’d like to know.” She guzzled the rum from the new bottle and pressed a kiss on Ava’s lips, sending the rum dribbling down her partner’s chin, then pulled back. “Let hims decide, minx.”

  Jonny smiled and while still partly aroused from the prior story, adjusted himself respectfully and promptly asked, “Would you share how you lost your eye, Captain?”

  Ruby clenched the bottle of rum between her bare legs and easily seen womanhood, then cpped. “Gruesome that one is. Ya sure ya have the belly for it, Jonny Boy? Tis a good tale for a new pirate, blood, sweat and tears. A fight for survival tis it be.” She watched Jonny wring his hands and smile with anticipation. “Aye then, me One-Eye tis.”