22 comments/ 35861 views/ 60 favorites The Pirate and the Pixie By: Boadicea Kali Romanov had no idea how it happened. One minute she'd been in the middle of a screening of the latest pirate movie. The next thing she knew, she was on a boat in the middle of the ocean, hearing screams and the clash of swords. Kali took in the rough appearance of the men on one side, and their uniforms on the other. It took only an instant to figure out what was going on. She was on a ship that was being boarded by pirates. So far the pirates seemed to be loosing. Under the relentless clash of the navy's swords—British, judging by the color of their uniforms—the pirates were loosing. Her sudden appearance, however, provided the distraction the pirates needed, and with roar, their blades sank into flesh, and the soldiers began to fall back. Kali had all of ten seconds to decide which side she was on. This may well have been a dream, but it was stupid to take chances. The Pirate reputation for raping and killing made her decision. As a small unwashed man in leather vest and breeches ran towards her she grabbed a sword from the limp hand of a fallen soldier and swept it across his body with a natural motion of her arm. His skin split, and the machete he held fell from his hand. With a gurgle, the man grabbed his throat and fell forward. Kali grabbed his weapon with her free hand. The Filipino martial art in which she'd briefly trained involved the use of two machetes. She didn't want to kill anybody. A cop by profession, she opted for whacking the enemy on the head with the flat of her blade... and then her blood went cold. Women's screams filled the air, and turning toward the entrance to the lower decks, she saw a couple pirates dragging a couple of young ladies and their maids on deck. True to the stereotype, the ladies were dressed in gowns with voluminous petticoats, some kicking and scratching, others screaming and begging for mercy. She saw the lecherous look on their captors' faces, and venting the frustration of watching rapists go free, she dropped one sword and reached into her blazer. The first bullet caught the larger of the two men cleanly between the eyes. Before the second could grab his primitive pistol, she shot it neatly out of his hand. The speed and accuracy with which she made her second shot, far better than that of the weapons available at the time, brought the battle to a standstill. "Release the women!" she shouted, turning quickly to make sure no one could take her off guard. From the prow of the ship, a voice roared with laughter. "You are in no position to give orders, boy," the deep voice said in the Queen's English. Kali stiffened briefly at being called boy, and realizing that her short hair and baggy shirt and jeans made her look that way, she let it slide. "Were it not for my sudden appearance on this ship, you would not have gained the distraction you needed to gain an advantage," she said, turning to face what she assumed was the pirate captain. Kali's eyes narrowed on the dashing figure before her, and she barely stifled a gasp. Before her was the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was over six feet tall, in tight leather breeches, boots, and a ruffled linen shirt open at the neck revealing his muscled chest. His skin was sun kissed, and his strong jaw, gorgeous dark eyes and long hair vaguely reminded her of the guy who used to play Highlander on TV. At his hip were a primitive pistol and dagger, and in his gloved hand he carried a pirate sword. He appeared to be in his early thirties, and carried himself with the grace and confidence of someone fully in control. Oh God, she thought irritably. I'm in a romance novel. "I thank you for the advantage your sudden appearance provided," the man said wryly, "but being dishonorable pirates, we don't have to extend a gesture of gratitude." Kali's heart sank, and the grip on her gun tightened. "Maybe, but I don't have to let you take them alive," she began, refusing to back down. She heard the ladies scream again, and she didn't care. "If you plan to ransom them, they're worthless dead, and if you wanted to have your way with them, they wouldn't be much good to you either...unless you're into that sort of thing," The Captain's eyes narrowed. "You speak grandly for a boy. Are you so willing to kill innocents to keep them out of our clutches?" The boy's full lips twisted and he pulled a lever on the strange pistol that had killed his crewmen. "What your crew would do to them is a fate worse than death, CAPTAIN," the boy said, pronouncing his title in a way meant to insult. "I would be sending them to a better place," Rory stared at the boy. He was tall and lanky, with short dark hair, high cheekbones, and slanted eyes that made him look almost elfish in appearance. He wore a baggy button down shirt, boots, and breeches made from blue cloth that looked heavier than linen but lighter than leather. His skin was golden, like that of a Spaniard or someone from the Far East and though he spoke English his accent was like none Rory had ever heard before. He wasn't sure if it was the boy's bravery or his willingness to kill that shocked him, but as his crew resumed fighting, Captain Rory Frost raised his hand. "Hold!" he shouted, forcing his crew to a halt. "You have impressed me, boy. I don't know if it's your stupidity or your bravery that I like, but I am willing to give the women a chance," The boy, tall, yet nearly a head shorter than himself, frowned, his piercing dark eyes glittering with suspicion. "Set your terms," the boy said at last. Rory nodded. "I'll leave the women on the boat, and enough unchained crewmen to get them to the nearest harbor...IF you can beat me in a sword fight," The boy's eyes widened, and he slowly, carefully, put the small pistol in his jacket and switched the sword in his hand for Ratface's machete. "I have no choice do I?" Rory smiled and lifted his hand. "Look around you, boy. The battle is over, you said so yourself," The boy looked around, and with a look of resolve, he raised his blade. Rory decided he admired the boy, and so he enjoyed himself for the first few minutes of the fight, watching the boy slash, parry and thrust. The boy fought with his whole body, swinging his fists and kicking as he slashed. His movements were graceful yet brutal, and full of potential. The little rat clearly had some training, but not nearly enough, and he was getting tired. The boy's fine white teeth were bared and he was breathing heavily as he made his next move. The tip of Rory's blade sliced through his jacket and shirt at his arm, and the boy paused, staring down at the thin line of blood welling between the split fabrics. The shock on his face was evident. Whether it was arrogance or plain disbelief, Rory couldn't tell. All he knew was that it gave him the opening he needed. Quicker than the wind, Rory moved, conking the boy neatly on the head, knocking him out while his crew cheered around him. "What next cap'n?" Ram, his first mate asked, staring down at the fallen boy. "We take coin and food as planned." Rory said. "What about the women?" "Leave them, and just enough crew to run the ship. Take their weapons and kill the rest," "Aye, aye," Ram replied in a heavy Hindi accent, and without a word he went to carry out the order. As his crew scurried around him, Rory bent toward his fallen adversary, free to study the boy as he lay on the deck unconscious. There was something strange about him. The boy's face was prettier than it was handsome, and his hands, Rory realized, taking one in his own, were smooth and delicate... like those of a woman. Rory dropped the boy's hand and reached upward, laying a hand against the boy's chest. Sure enough, beneath the fabric, he felt a pair of breasts, big and soft enough to fill his hand. Though unconscious, the woman groaned, and her nipple tightened beneath his questing palm. A pixie, he decided, remembering how she had appeared out of nowhere. He was smiling slightly as he took in her perfect cheekbones and bee stung lips. God had sent him a pixie. "Captain?" Rory instantly removed his hand and jerked the girl's shirt back in to place. "The boy comes with us!" he announced. "He killed two of our crew!" Ram protested. "That's why he might be useful. We could use a brat like him. He shows tremendous potential, if not as fighter, than perhaps as an entertainer," That drew a laugh from Ram, and throwing the pixie handily over his shoulder, he made his way back to his ship. *** Kali awoke with a start. She was in a room smelling of old wood and sea water, and the only light came from a desk covered with candles. She was lying on a bed, her feet weighted down with what she realized was a pair of heavy shackles. Oh dear God, she thought, that was no dream! "Calm yourself, Pixie," deep voice said as a strong hand pushed her insistently back on the bed. "I am almost done," She felt burning pain and a needle and thread sliding through her flesh. Willing herself not to look at the gaping wound in her upper arm she lay stone still as he finished stitching her up. The scent of spices, man, and sea filled her senses. Then she realized something else. Topless, Kali was topless. She looked down, and found much to her relief that her captor had left her bra on. "A curious undergarment," the Captain said lightly, tying off the final stitch. "It holds your breasts and enhances their loveliness all at once," Before she could swat him away, he traced a long callused finger over the edge of her bra. The move caused an involuntary shiver and tightened her nipples beneath the fabric. Her muscles tensed and her stomach quivered with awareness. Mortified, Kali raised her head, trying for nonchalance. The captain's lips twitched, reading her response before reaching for the linen bandages he'd put beside her. She was a captive she realized dimly, the full weight of the situation now bearing down on her. Willing herself to calm down, Kali eyed the door. She thought of fleeing, but there was no doubt in her mind that it was locked. "You cut me!" she said accusingly, eyeing the ugly cut he was now wrapping. "You were trying to kill me," the Captain said wryly. "What happened?" The Captain shrugged his broad shoulders. "You lost the fight," Panic sank low in her belly. "And the women?" "They are fine, and on their way to the nearest harbor. Contrary to rumor, dear Pixie, not all pirates rape. My crew and I only take the willing," "What of the two men I killed?" "They were new additions who turned out to be a grave disappointment. They won't be missed I can assure you," "That's rather convenient," Kali said with a cynical twist of her lips. "We're pirates. Each one of us accepts the likelihood of an early death. Do you have a name, sweet Pixie?" "You mean to tell me there are women out there who offer themselves freely?" The Captain smiled an arrogant grin. "You would be surprised how many dream of being swept away by a dashing pirate. I asked you a question, Pixie," he said, his tone hardening. "Kali," The Captain nodded. "The Hindu goddess of death. Are you from the Far East?" "I'm a mestisa, a half-blood," she replied. "How did you get on that ship?" "I have no idea," she said earnestly. The Captain finished tying her bandage and sat back on the bed. "I saw you appear out of nowhere, where did you come from?" "You're not going to believe me," Kali replied, shaking her head as she couldn't quite believe it herself. "I've been a pirate over fifteen years, Pixie. I'll believe almost anything," "What year is it?" "Seventeen sixty five," Kali let out a slew of profanity, cursing whatever force had sent her here. The Captain was laughing at her display and she didn't care. This sucked! So what if he was the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen? Who cares if he'd made her wet with a touch? She was almost three hundred years in the past, at a time when it didn't matter who you were, where women were treated like crap everywhere, weapons were messy, and hygiene was sorely lacking! She stole a second glance at the laughing Captain. His teeth were shockingly white, and to her surprise, he didn't stink. He smelled, she thought, taking a calming breath, every bit as good as he looked; like spices, man, and sea. "Where are we?" she asked at last. "The Caribbean seas," Kali allowed herself a few deep breaths and willed herself not to panic. "I'm from the Canada, what was until recently for you, New France," she said, relieved that her high school history lessons had stuck, "...from the year two thousand and seven," She saw shock and disbelief flicker across his features before he took on a thoughtful expression. "Do you believe in the supernatural?" he asked, rubbing his handsome chin. "The supernatural is for charlatans and people in asylums," she said cynically. The Captain nodded. "I agree, but then here you are," Kali straightened. "Speaking of which... how did I get to this cabin?" The Captain smiled at that. It transformed his face, making him more gorgeous than ever. "I knocked you out, discovered your womanly wiles, and decided to keep you," Kali flinched at the words "keep you". They stank of slavery. "Just like that?" "Just like that." "Might I know the identity of my captor?" she asked politely. "Frost, Captain Emory Frost, but you, sweet Pixie, can call me Rory," "Well, Captain Frost, if you're going to kill me, you might as well do it now," Captain Frost frowned. "Now why would I stitch you up if I planned on killing you?" Kali sat up slowly, reminding Rory vaguely of a cornered beast preparing to strike. "Because if you're going to rape me, you'll have to kill me first," she said quietly. Rory arched a brow. "You speak like one who does not fear death," His captive smiled bitterly. "I don't. In my profession, I can't afford to," "Women work in your time?" he asked making no pretence of disguising his shock. "If we so choose," she said tightly. "And what did you do?" Her bitter smile became one of irony. "I was a police officer. The equivalent of the local Watch," The name well and truly fit her, Rory thought. She was a keeper of the law; one who punished those who disobeyed it. It made it all the more amusing that she'd been sent here, to a time and place where a woman was a wife, a nun, or a whore, and into his hands, a man who'd made a life of resisting authority. The fact that she fought like a lioness and cursed worse than any pirate made her all the more intriguing. He looked at her hands. She wore no wedding ring. "Are you a maid?" he asked suddenly. Kali stared at him, before comprehension dawned and she stiffened as though she'd been insulted. "What kind of a question is that?" Rory stared at her, a hard expression on his face. "One, that as my prisoner, you are obliged to answer," he said firmly. "And if I don't?" Rory smiled slowly and allowed himself a lazy exploration of her bared skin. Her body was like that of no woman he'd ever seen before: all smooth, honeyed skin and lean muscles, a fascinating contrast to her womanly curves. She wasn't overly lush like the women he was used to, but she was far from scrawny. Kali was, he thought, watching her eyes shoot daggers at him... Right, just right. He toyed with the metal button of her breeches, moving his finger before she could slap him away. "I can always see for myself...," Kali's eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare!" Rory arched a brow. "You are my captive, Kali. By the laws of conquest I can do whatever I want," he said softly. "I'd kill you first," Rory shrugged. "You can try, but even if you succeeded, fair Pixie, you would not get very far once my crew discovered what you had done," Her muscles tensed, and for an instant he saw hatred and frustration in her eyes, before it was quickly replaced by resignation. "I am no maid," she spat, using his words, "happy now?" Rory nodded, fighting a grin. She was so adorable in her reluctance to obey him, and yet, he found himself fighting the mixture of irritation and relief that she no longer had her maidenhead. On the one hand, it meant that he didn't need to take extra care in taking her, and yet, he was angry, proprietary even, at the thought that someone had had her first. It was ludicrous! He wanted her, of that he was certain. Nonetheless, to feel possessive about a woman who appeared out of nowhere and would likely leave him in the same way was foolhardy. Rory didn't bother to say as much, he only asked: "Are you hungry?" Her stomach growled in response, as though recognizing his words. Kali looked mortified, but Rory only laughed in response and put a plate with meat, bread and fruit in her lap. With his eyes on hers, he lifted some grapes to her lips. "I can feed myself, thank you," she said politely, but he could hear an edge in her voice. She raised her hands to take them from him, but he simply held the food out of reach. "I wouldn't want you to strain that arm, Pixie," he said innocently, knocking her hands away and pushing the grapes against her lips. Her eyes shot daggers at him, but she opened her lips and took the grapes he offered watching him carefully as she chewed and swallowed. Rory's eyes lowered to her lips. They were moistened with juice from the fruit, and unable to resist, he leaned over the plate and licked it off of her. He gave her every opportunity to turn away, but she didn't. She sat stone still, whether it was from shock or arousal, he couldn't tell. Then her eyes slid shut and a nervous breath tumbled from her lips. He resisted the urge to place a hand between her breasts, knowing that the skin would be warm and soft and her heart would thunder beneath it. She was sweet, just as he knew she would be. When he pulled away she shook her head, as though trying to regain her sanity. "I'm sure you have duties to attend. You don't have to babysit me," she said, her voice squeaking. "Babysit? I am not in the habit of brutalizing children, Kali," A look of exasperation crossed her face. "I meant watch over me, Captain Frost--," "Rory," "Rory, I am in no position to escape," she said, gesturing to the chains about her ankles. "You're not, but I do not trust you not to try, and it's rather late. I've retired for the evening," he said, holding some salted meat to her lips. She glared at him over the food as she chewed. It wasn't half bad, but it made her thirsty. As though reading her mind, he pressed a metal goblet into her hand. Kali had dealt with cases of date rape. She wouldn't put it past the Pirate to try and drug her. Rory stared at her a minute, then he yanked the goblet from her fingers and took a long sip, his handsome throat and Adam's apple working as he swallowed, proving to her that it wasn't poisoned. "Drink!" he snapped, pressing it back into her hand. Kali jerked it from his hand and took a slow sip, surprised at how good the wine was. She took a second healthy gulp, steeling herself against whatever Captain Frost had planned for her. She had every confidence in her fighting abilities, but not when her feet were weighted down and fastened less than a foot apart. She gave the goblet back to him and quietly finished the offered meal, relieved that he didn't insist on feeding her again. It was too intimate. She didn't care for him watching her as she did, but there wasn't much she could do about that. "I don't suppose you'd consider releasing these?" she asked politely. The Pirate and the Pixie "I will when you're ready," he said, watching her finish the remaining food on her plate. "What are the chances of getting my shirt back?" Rory smiled slowly, and Kali's stomach clenched in response. His smile wasn't one of amusement. It was predatory, sexual, and recognizing his expression didn't inspire dread or fear. The muscles in her thighs went lax with lust, and she swallowed slowly. Captain Frost was the alpha male: all broad shoulders and muscles, seething with cocky arrogance and grace, and all but sweating sex. He was so different from the men of her time. Most of them went for vapid blonds with boobs so big they'd pop like a balloon, with barely enough intelligence to dial a cell phone number. Intimidated by her intelligence and abilities, most men she'd been interested in went after the sweet docile types. Rory didn't seem to be afraid of her. In fact he seemed to regard her as more of a challenge. "What are you thinking?" he asked huskily. "How different you are from the men of my time," she said honestly, wishing she still believed it was a dream. Unfortunately, the now dulling pain in her arm was a blatant reminder of the truth. Rory arched a brow, pulling the plate off her lap and placing it on the desk. "Tell me about them," he said. "Most of them are afraid of me," she said honestly. Rory fought the urge to laugh. She was tall for a woman, and very strong. Her audacity, piercing eyes, and willingness to kill would shock most people. Though he could see the bitterness in her eyes that came from witnessing things no woman should, he was far from afraid. She may have been a trained enforcer, but she was still a woman, and she was all but devouring him with her eyes. "I'm not afraid of you," was all he said. In response, Kali gave an unladylike snort. "You have my feet chained, Captain Frost. There isn't much I can do, shackled as I am. Of course you're not afraid of me!" "Is that a challenge?" He saw a flicker of hope in her eyes, and her gaze darted briefly to the door. Rory had no intention of letting her get that far. With his eyes on hers, he reached for the key and carefully unlocked her chains, rubbing her slender ankles with strong hands to restore blood flow. The instant he lifted his hands she was up and on her feet, grabbing for the doorknob. Just as she'd suspected, the door was locked. Kali had no time to search for the key for strong hands grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. She bared her teeth in a snarl, but the sound never escaped her lips. His hard body slammed her against the door, and his mouth was on her, stifling any sound she would have made. No! She thought frantically, feeling his hands lift her hips so they were neatly aligned with his. Once she was where he wanted her, his hips pressed forward, pinning her against the wooden door behind her. He was hard; she could feel him through her jeans. Though she fought it, she couldn't deny the clenching of her muscles in response, and resisted the urge to wrap her legs around him. She was a modern woman. This kind of caveman behaviour shouldn't have been a turn on, but it was. She was caught between the urge to flee or submit, and it had her heart pounding and the blood roaring in her ears. Rory's tongue licked relentlessly at her lips, demanding entry. Kali resisted, moaning from behind gritted teeth as his erection rubbed against her. The man felt incredible; all hard muscles and broad shoulders, and a rock hard erection pressing insistently against her. As she lifted her hands to push him away, his fingers moved to her jaw, exerting just enough pressure to force her lips apart. Then his tongue was in her mouth. He didn't taste filthy or foul as she'd expected. She didn't know what he tasted like, but she had to hand it to the man. He was an incredible kisser. Even as she tried to push him off, she heard herself moaning as his stubble scraped her cheeks and his hand lowered to the side of her breast. She expected him to be more forceful, brutal even, but he wasn't. He teased her tongue with his own, coaxing, rather than forcing, gently urging her to kiss him back... ...And she did. Kali couldn't help herself. In the back of her mind, her conscience screamed: stop it! He's trying to force you! Fight him! She knew that she could toss him easily to the ground and have him weeping and cursing the fact that he'd ever been born male. But her body, her traitorous body, arched into him, craving his strong hands. In some depraved part of her mind she thought: yes, touch me, touch every inch of me! Even as she kissed him back, her back arched, pressing her breasts against the hardness of his chest and he growled in response. The sound had his chest vibrating against her, making her arch her hips, craving more primitive contact. On a groan, he pulled his lips from hers. "Wrap your legs around me," Rory murmured huskily against her neck. "Wait a second! We can't!" she said, her eyes snapping open. The sound of his voice restored a tiny fraction of her sanity. "Why the hell not?" he roared. Rory looked into her eyes, and she could see the frustration, anger, and arousal in them. The first two she could deal with, the third was a lost cause. How could you fight something in another when you could barely control it yourself? "I can't do this! I won't sleep with you," she said. "I have no intention of sleeping, Pixie," he said, trying to control himself. Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts rising and falling with every breath, and though he knew she was not aware of it, her hips were rocking against his, silently begging him to finish what he'd started. She may not have been a virgin, but his little Goddess was no whore. Her responses to his touch were too unbridled; entirely instinctive. Though her eyes were hungry, she was trembling like an untried maid. "That's not what I meant, Captain," she said nervously. "I mean I don't--," she paused, swallowing slowly as though searching for the right word, "--bed everyone that presents themselves with an offer," "I can see that, Pixie," Kali frowned as though angry at his ability to read her so easily. Despite his frustration, Rory fought the urge to smile, his eyes roving the swell of her breasts. Though the material of her undergarment was black, he could see her nipples beneath the cups. They were hard, and no doubt begging for a kiss. "Good," she said shakily, her voice squeaking. "You'll stop, then." In response, Rory grabbed her thighs, forcing her legs to clasp his hips. "Hold on to me, Pixie, or you'll fall," he warned, moving toward the bed. Kali stiffened in his arms, clutching his shoulders only in self preservation. "What a minute! I thought you understood!" she said, squirming in his arms as he fell forward on the bed, trapping her beneath him. "Oh, I understood," he said softly, nibbling the flesh below her ear and glorying in her shiver of awareness. "I understood your softly rocking hips, the way you sucked on my tongue, and the press of your breasts into my chest," "That was a physical reaction!" she said stubbornly. "Do you fear for your immortal soul?" he asked. "Of course not!" she snapped. "Are you engaged? Married?" "No...but—," "Then as far as I am concerned that is all that matters. Deny it all you want, wench, but despite claims that you don't want me betwixt your thighs, your body says otherwise," Kali flinched at the crudity of his words, but Rory didn't care. "Did you just call me wench? Go to hell, Captain Frost!" she said, moving her legs upward. With a look of anger and determination, she planted both feet on his chest and shoved. The move sent him to the floor with an audible thud. Kali was instantly on her feet, grabbing for the dagger she saw on the desk. She expected Rory to jump up and fight her, but he didn't, he simply threw back his head and laughed. He'd been convinced she would give in easily, and cursed himself for underestimating her. The wench had knocked him right on his ass! He supposed he deserved it. "Where is my gun!" she demanded, her eyes glittering with anger. "If you're referring to your fancy pistol, it is safely locked away," he said vaguely, and then he stared at the dagger in her hand. "An unlikely weapon for a lady," Rory commented idly. "You'll have to get rather close to me to use it," Kali's lips twisted in response, and with a competence he would not have expected, she flipped the dagger in her hand and threw it at him. The blade landed in the floor an inch from his hip, cutting a small hole in his breeches and nicking the skin. "I suppose I had that coming," he said wryly. "But then it was worth it, as you are now unarmed," Her eyes flicked a glance at his sword hanging on the wall behind him. "I wouldn't try it, Pixie," he said softly. With his eyes locked to hers, he slowly got to his feet. "I'll fight you bear handed if I have to," she said nervously as he came towards her in a measured, predatory tread. "You may try, sweet Pixie. You may even succeed...but even if you did, where would you go? You are in another time, and we are leagues away from land. Like it or not, Kali, I am all you have," His hands moved to his shirt as he approached, undoing the laces and pulling it slowly over his head. Despite her better judgment, her eyes moved to his chest, taking in the bunch of muscles beneath the smooth tanned skin, and the soft mat of hair that narrowed over his washboard abs. "You're making it sound as though I don't have any choice," she said, licking her suddenly dry lips and swallowing slowly. "Rules of conquest, Kali," he said, pausing hair's breadth from her. She could feel his warmth, and clenched her fists against the urge to run her hands over him. "You're a barbarian," she stammered. Rory smiled, his lips inches from hers. "I may be Pixie... but you are stuck with me. Why not enjoy yourself?" Yeah, her body demanded, why not? She was wet and aching for him, but still she resisted, turning her back to him even as her body craved the feel of his callused hands. Rory approached her from behind, his erection pressing against her as his hands moved to the clasp of her bra. To her surprise, he got it open on the first try, sliding his hands around her to cup her breasts. As the calluses scraped over the sensitive flesh, she gasped, arching her back, pushing them into his hands. "This isn't surrender," she moaned, arching further as his fingers caught her nipples and slowly pinched. "No," he said into her hair. "It is a gift, a sweet, beautiful gift," There was something oddly romantic about the way he said it, but Kali didn't have room for further thoughts. His mouth was on the flesh between her neck and shoulder, and her eyes slid shut, going blank and blind with arousal. He licked the flesh gently as he continued to torment her breasts, and then followed it with a sharp bite. His hands molded them, letting her feel the strength in his hands and his skill in teasing her. "Oh God," she gasped as his hands released her breasts and slid over her stomach. She could feel his erection against her, and, beyond fighting, she rubbed herself against him. Rory cursed behind her, and she felt him pulling her jeans open, and pushing them impatiently down her legs where they pooled at her feet. "Turn around," he ordered. Kali did so immediately, only to find him cupping the back of her head, holding her in place for that teasing embrace that sucked the blood right out of her head. It started off the way he kissed her before, slow and sweet, but in his urgency, the kiss became more dominant as he sucked on her tongue and forced her to kiss him back. She was on her back on the bed in the blink of an eye, her hands pinned above her head by one of his. "That's not necessary," she breathed, even as the gesture made her all the wetter. Rory smiled. "Wouldn't want to risk you escaping, Pixie," he said, his eyes riveted on her breasts. His blatant scrutiny made her feel more exposed than ever, and she shut her eyes against the shame and arousal, instinctively trying to escape. "Beautiful," Rory said, blowing softly on her breasts, pleased when gooseflesh pebbled her skin. "Absolutely beautiful," and then, unable to resist, he lowered his head and suckled. The sounds she made were somewhere between gasps and screams, and the sound was more alluring than a siren's song. As he savored her beautiful breasts her back arched, offering herself to him, even as she writhed, trying to free herself from his grip. He could smell her arousal beneath the flimsy undergarment at her hips, and the scent was a drug that went straight to his loins, making him harder than ever. Had a woman ever tasted so sweet? Had she ever smelled so perfect? Had he ever wanted this as much? Growling low in his throat, Rory suckled harder, striving for control as her hips moved restlessly against the bed, striving for the act he knew would please them both. But for some reason, he had no desire to just use her. He wanted her panting, and desperate, clawing at his back and begging for completion. His palm slid over her as he suckled, over her rapidly beating heart, across her tensed stomach, and between her thighs. Switching to the other breast, he groaned. She was very wet, arching instinctively against his hand as though begging his fingers to enter her. But he didn't, he merely cupped her. "Please," she begged softly, arching restlessly against his hand. "Please." The feel of something hard against his palm had him stopping abruptly. Rory paused, lifting his mouth from her breast. Freeing her wrists, he grabbed the cloth at her hips and yanked them down and off. "What are you doing?" she asked nervously as he bent his head. He eyed her beautiful mound glistening with her arousal, before his eyes found the tiny silver ring in the hood covering her clitoris. Fascinated, he flicked it with the tip of his finger, watching her hips rock in response. He flicked it again. "Rory!" she gasped. "Are all women in your time adorned in such a way?" he asked, softly breathing against the sensitive flesh. Kali's cheeks reddened with embarrassment. "Answer the question, Pixie. Answer and I will give you want you want." Kali's eyes squeezed shut as he flicked the ring again. "It's rare," she moaned helplessly. "I won the damn piercing in a costume contest!" "It was worth it," Rory said. Would the ring be warm or cool? Unable to resist, he indulged himself by taking a long slow lick. She tasted better than any woman he'd ever had and the ring at her center was warm and pulsing like the rest of her. Kali screamed, her fists clenching the bedcovers. In response, Rory simply grabbed her thighs and spread her wider, flicking the ring with his tongue before gently teasing her clit. The muscles tensed beneath his fingers as he teased her. Her breath was coming in rapid pants, her body taut and desperate for release. "Please," she pleaded. "I'm so close," Rory paused, blowing gently on her while waiting for her to calm down. He wanted to be inside her badly, but more importantly, he wanted her to admit her desires. Rory closed his eyes, silently praying to whatever force had brought her here to keep her with him, if only for a little while longer. He felt her relax slightly in his grip, and with a growl, he lowered his mouth to her, taking her clit in his mouth and growling deep in his throat. The vibrations he made in his throat went straight up her spine. Kali was so aroused she was on the brink of pain. She'd never been so paralysed by lust, plagued with a hunger so potent tears squeezed from her eyes. Every time she came close to the edge from his knowing tongue, he stopped, breathing cool air on the heated flesh until she calmed down a little, and then he started all over again. "Give me your fingers," she said desperately. "I need something inside me!" From between her legs, she heard Rory's soft chuckle. "You'll get something, Pixie, but it won't be my finger," he said, giving her clit a hard, loving lick before tugging gently on her hood ring with his teeth. "Oh God!" she swore, thanking the heavens that she'd gotten the damn ring. She'd never gotten pleasure from it before, and now had more than she could bear. How the hell did the Pirate get so good at this? "Practice, sweet Pixie," he said against her, tugging on her ring again. She hadn't realised she'd said it aloud. Kali was ready to buck him off. Her mind was filled with images of forcing him beneath her, tearing his pants open and lowering herself onto him. She knew he'd be big. His breeches, tight as they were, left little to the imagination. "If you don't do something, I'm going to go insane!" she moaned helplessly as his tongue pressed against her clit. "I'll kill you if you don't get inside me!" At her threat, Rory slowly raised his head. "Look at me," he commanded softly, and Kali did, so needy she would have done anything. Locked in his gaze, she lay trembling as he removed his boots, unfastened his belt, and let his pants drop to the floor. "Beg me," he said, pressing himself against her entrance. Kali's cheeks coloured, and she shook her head. With grim determination, she arched her back and brought one leg around his hip, her heel digging into his spine, trying to thrust herself onto him. Rory simply moved with her, and in response, she brought the other leg around him, thrusting forward, seeking. Rory smiled smugly. "You're not going to get what you want by forcing me, Pixie," he said calmly, though the erection against her and the obvious tension in him made it clear how difficult it was for him to hold back. "Beg me. Tell me how badly you want me," That son of a---! "I need you inside me," she said chokingly. "I want you to enter me and make me scream! Please!" Rory smiled a satisfied smile, her forced admission sending waves of male pride through him, shattering his control. With a look of feral intent, he slid deeply inside her, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Ecstasy, he thought, feeling her, like tight wet silk around his cock. Her inner muscles clamped urgently around him, her soft fingers sliding over his arms and chest as he leaned forward, bracing himself above her. She seemed delirious, as though so desperate to feel all of him that he had driven her insane. He loved the eager motions of her hands, her nails digging into his muscles, the soft moans escaping her lips. But it wasn't enough. He needed to feel her too. He needed to kiss her lips and feel her breasts against his chest. With his eyes locked to hers, he lowered himself slowly, teasing them both with shallow thrusts into her willing flesh, feeling her hard nipples graze him as took her mouth in a searching kiss. Kali growled, thrusting her hips upward, forcing him deeper. Rory couldn't help the groan, and though he meant to be fully in control, he welcomed her show of dominance, suspecting that it was unconsciously done. Her nails gouged his back, her lips kissing him brutally, sucking on his tongue, and he couldn't get enough. He was lost in the taste of her, capitulating when she wrapped herself around him and moved, silently begging him to roll so that he was beneath her. Once she was on top she bent her knees, bracing her legs on either side of his hips. Her hands grabbed his wrists, pinning them, and she moved, rocking her hips with a violence Rory didn't expect. Her moves were frantic, possessed, and as she bent forward to take his mouth with her own, he tasted her need, as desperate and wild as his own. She sucked on his tongue briefly, before moving away from him, her back arched, her muscles clenching around his cock as she moved. The Pirate and the Pixie Beautiful, he thought hazily as she used her grip on his wrists to put his hands on her breasts. "Hold them!" she commanded on a gasp, "Play with them," Rory was in no position to disobey. She was such a mass of contradictions, this futuristic woman above him, with her boy short hair and willingness to kill. She'd simpered like an inexperienced virgin when he'd put his hands on her, and fought the passion between them with everything she had. When she realised she could not escape, she lay beneath him in submissive surrender, and now, here she was, clutching him, forcing him to pinch her nipples, loving him with all the strength and dominance of an Amazon. Rory couldn't think further than that, for she suddenly clenched tighter than ever and bent forward, her mouth roving over every part of him she could reach as she shuddered with her release. But she wasn't done with him yet... Her inner muscles clenched and released around his cock with alarming strength and she bent forward, taking his mouth as deep and savage as their coupling. He felt her shaking around him, tasted her screams, vibrating in his throat, and the sweet taste of her lips and tongue as she ravaged his. She came again, her nails raking his forearms and chest as her body clenched unbearably tight, and she became even wetter. Rory couldn't take it any more. His body burned with release, his muscles taut, demanding. The sound that emerged from Rory's throat didn't sound human. With a growl he wrenched his hands from hers and grabbed her by the upper body. His mouth fastened to the sensitive place between her neck and shoulder, and Kali felt her eyes roll back in her head. She was wiped out from her orgasms so she offered no resistance when he rolled her beneath him, uttering only a whimper of protest when he withdrew. He felt so incredible inside her; she could only gasp as he flipped her onto her stomach and got off the bed. Rory wasted no time. Strong hands pulled her hips upward as he drove his cock inside her. Kali screamed. Her hands fisting in the sheets as the angle brought him impossibly deep, the head of his cock rubbing against the spot she could never find. Her breath came in rapid pants and he slammed into her, leaning forward so she could feel his muscles against her back. He was bigger than any man she'd ever had, and he knew exactly what he was doing. A clever hand slipped beneath her as he moved, clasping one of her breasts, pinching the nipple hard before sliding down over her stomach and between her trembling thighs. "You're going to come for me, Kali," he breathed hotly into her ear. Her body was arching as he moved inside her, tormenting her with a hard, commanding, rhythm. "You're going to writhe and scream and beg, and just when you feel me getting bigger inside you, about to fill you with my seed, you're going to thank me for letting you find release," His words should have shocked her, scared her, but Kali was too far gone. As his wicked finger slid over her clit and pressed, rubbing her with every thrust, she writhed and screamed and begged. The orgasm built slowly, tormenting her as she shook beneath him. His other hand toyed with her sensitive breasts, gently rubbing the areola before pinching the tips hard. As she felt him get thicker inside her, she screamed, her body shaking, trying to buck him off as words of thanks tumbled from her lips. And as she lay there limp, she heard his own hoarse cry as he thrust one last time and held, his big body collapsing atop her own. *** Neither of them moved for several minutes. Kali could feel Rory's heart beating against her back, and though his weight was more than she could handle, she relished the feel of those hard muscles against her back and the hot breath on her cheek. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this relaxed. "Am I crushing you?" he asked suddenly. "Yes," she said groggily. She could feel the rumble of his laughter against her back before Rory planted his hands on either side of her and slowly withdrew. "What are you thinking?" If she had any energy left she would have shrugged. "Do you care?" The bitterness in her words had Rory flinching, and with a care he seldom showed, he climbed on the bed and pulled her to his side, hugging her gently against his chest. "I do care...," he admitted, for normally he didn't. Kali sighed. "I'm wondering if this is real or if it's some incredible dream," she said, running a lazy hand over his chest and ribs. In response, Rory gently pressed the bandage on her arm. Kali hissed in pain and her roving hand slapped his side. "What the hell was that for?" she demanded, raising herself to glare at him. "You wondered if it was a dream. If it was, that wouldn't hurt. Simple as that," he said with a teasing grin, jerking her back down. "You could have just told me to wake up or something," she grumbled. Rory shrugged. Her breasts and limbs felt heavenly, and God help him, he didn't want her to leave. He knew such a thought was pointless; whatever force had sent her to him would just as easily send her back. She was the most incredible lover he'd ever had; a strange combination of warrior-like dominance and maidenly skittishness, and just the thought of what they'd just done had his cock stirring. He ran his hand over her back and bottom, relishing the feel of her soft skin, only to feel her muscles stiffen, as she stared up at him with wide eyes. "You couldn't possibly want to---!" "Oh but I do, Kali," he said cutting her off as he took her by the shoulders and rolled her beneath him. "No way, Pirate! Don't even think about it!" she said, planting her hands on his chest as though trying to push him away. "I'm wiped out! Exhausted! Finished!" Though she pushed at his shoulders, she licked her lips nervously, and her breathing accelerated. "Are you now?" he asked, bending his head to take a soft bite of her neck. A strangled moan escaped her lips, and that was all he needed to hear. "Yes!" she gasped as a knee pressed between hers, spreading her wide. "I don't believe you," he said, gently kissing her lips. Despite her protests her legs curled around his, clasping him to her. "Believe me," she moaned, arching her hips as he slid an inch inside her. Her hands fell away from his chest. Her arms wrapping around his neck as she bent upward, rubbing her breasts against his chest. "I would, but I want you too badly," he breathed, teasing the skin just below her ear. Clever hands slid down the side of breasts, callused thumbs gently teasing her nipples. "I want to brand you, Kali," he said as his cock slid in another inch. "I want you to want and crave and want again, taking every inch of me, so that when you go back to wherever you came from, no man will satisfy you as I have. I want to be branded into your memory, so that wherever you go, whoever you wed, when he's inside you, you'll close your eyes and think of me," Kali couldn't take it any more. On a moan she grabbed him by the hair, kissing him deeply, fucking his mouth with her tongue as she moved her hips. The orgasm came faster and harder than before, triggered by his words. She knew she would never forget him. He was bigger, stronger and better than any man she'd ever had. She wondered hazily if women like her needed men like him. Men raised in a time when honour dictated that they not back down from anyone with brains and brawn to match or surpass their own. "No!" Rory hissed with bared teeth. "Focus on me! Stay with me!" he commanded. One hand slid between them, flicking the ring back to press insistently against her clit, the other grabbed her hip and tilted her upwards, forcing him deeper as his speed increased. Kali screamed and her nails gouged his back, her teeth sinking into the cords of his neck. She came again, shaking and shuddering, knowing that she'd marked him and feeling primal and proud of it. As she felt him get larger inside her, the feel of his cock head on her g-spot had her screaming again as she came, her hips bucking even as her legs tightened, trying to pull her even deeper insider her. As he thrust one last time inside her his large hand grabbed the back of her neck, taking her mouth in a kiss as intimate as their coupling. With a hoarse cry, he came inside her, knowing that even as he branded her, she had branded him, for in that moment of blinding ecstasy, he knew of one undeniable truth. He loved her.