Setting sail 8- Another Day Another Date[Lewd Content]

It was hardly noon. Birds were chirping, insects were chittering, and a faint breeze was cutting through the somewhat cool day. That mattered little to Wilkes as he ran a hand alongside Beatrice’s side. He could grope and fondle all he wanted in just a few seconds, for now he wanted to tease her slightly. If a wonderful catch of fish took him minutes of hauling hand over hand, then he could take just as much care to get her hot and bothered before even thinking of offering release. Beatrice lay on her stomach, arms folded to support her head while he decided to massage her first. He’d get his turn after. That and getting to put his hands all over her was just as much of a reward as her cooking his dinner tonight.

Her obliques twitched faintly as his hands glided along her ribs. He massaged the spots he knew she got sore in first when she didn’t stretch properly. Considering she sucker punched him he knew she hadn’t. As the muscle relaxed bit by bit under his careful ministrations he smiled softly at her increasing relaxation. She sighed contently and melted into the focused work. A particularly pesky knot made itself known as he continued to explore her torso inch by inch, taking careful aim not to touch her chest. He wanted to savor this.

It was a knot he had been fighting with for months at this point. A spot where her stress seemed to curl up and sink its teeth into her. It laid about a thumb’s length above her right shoulder blade. Considering that was the side she drew her bow with it made sense. She whimpered slightly as he applied proper pressure to it, a satisfied grunt when he continued and worked a small section of it out using his elbow in a circular motion. It had taken a lot of trial and error to figure that part out. Her breathing was slow, deep, and even. Leaning over her now, he let his breath roll against her neck. Goosebumps raised on her skin where the new sensation found her. A small biting of her lip was the only sign of anticipation. Not yet he chided himself.

He straddled her there, letting his groin rest against the toned muscle of her rear. His hands glid down her back, working all the muscle along her spine. It was growing harder to ignore the small bits of wiggling she was doing. His groin was ground against her, and he felt the second head waking from its nap. His hands abandoned her back entirely as he took handfuls of the green globes closest to him. Gently spread her and then let go to watch them jiggle back into place. He was mesmerized to the point of holding his breath. Biting his own lip now he forced himself to concentrate. His erection poked between the two brilliant valleys as she lay there in just her skirt and chest binding. Beatrice hadn’t worn panties or any kind of underwear today. She had planned to seduce him apparently.

Her skin was so wonderfully smooth under his fingers. The flesh of her ass was pliable but toned enough to give the perfect kind of squish. She moaned softly whenever he spread or gave her a good squeeze. Wilkes head was getting fuzzy, the haze of arousal almost having him forget where they were. With a monumental effort, he pulled his hands and eyes away from her ass. His fingers danced up her back and along her shoulders. Going back to massaging her before he did something impulsive. Sex in the forest was one thing. Sex during the day was another. Combining them both when he knew there were other hunters on the island? Out of the question… unless.

“Bea, where’s the nearest hunting stand?” he whispered softly directly into her ear, a pleased hum was the only response. He shook her gently and repeated himself.

“It’s like three yards to the west, why?” There was an overwhelming air of smugness about her as she played coy. He would play her game at least briefly.

“I’m not having sex with you on the forest floor in the middle of the day.”

“Awww, why not?” She rolled her hips, teasing him on both fronts

“Because I don’t want you to kill any of the other huntresses for sneaking a peek.”

He stood up, separating the closeness from when he had been massaging her. Another brief playfight ensued as he tried to get Beatrice up and off the ground. Just after he got a decent grip on her bicep she attempted to drag him back down. The first pull wasn’t successful, but after she pressed a heel to his ankle he did tumble back down. He sprawled across her body, being careful not to slam his forehead against her own. Wrapping his right arm across both her shoulder blades, he attempted a cross body lock. She clearly wanted to wrestle, so he’d wrestle his girlfriend. She was giggling like a child while throwing both of their weight around. They went back into that gator roll style of moment, continually attempting to pin one another back to the ground. Wilkes found himself laughing with her rather than just ignoring the sweet sound.

At one point they nearly rolled into the trunk of a tree, she was rolling to pin him again and misjudged the distance. Just before her head would’ve gone careening into the bark, his hand shot up in between. His hand was softer than the wood, but the feeling of his hand being slammed between a tree and someone’s skull was incredibly far from pleasant. He hissed quietly and shook the stinging pain in his hand around. Beatrice took his hand into both of hers. The skin on the back of his hand and knuckles was a little banged up, but nothing serious. Tiny scrapes that’d heal in a day or two. Blink of an eye really.

“You coulda said something instead of going and getting your hand scraped up.” Beatrice fussed at him, the doting side of her was as cute as ever. They did both slowly become aware that she was straddling him. Well she became aware slowly. Wilkes became aware immediately as he felt his pants getting tight. The hand she wasn’t cradling went to her waist, slowly rubbing at the gap between her top and her skirt. The scant few inches of midriff always caught his attention, and even though she was solely focused on fussing at him it honestly just made her hotter. Absent-mindedly he let his hand wander up her body. It slid across her abs, and up under her top. She scrunched her face at him, but didn’t move his hand away. He was fully cupping her left tit now. Giving a light squeeze he saw her face scrunch harder. He just shot another goofy grin up at her. Her top lifted up and over her head.

“Hey wait, wait, I said in the hunting stand.”

“Forest floor, or not at all.”

“Why do ye have to be as stubborn as ye are stunnin’?” She only blushed in response. He may often comment on how big they are, but seriously her tits were huge. He was about to make some kind of snarky comment or argument but her nipple was pushed into his mouth instead. Swirling his tongue around and sucking gently. Beatrice let out a small moan, running her fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp gently. With his other hand freed as she was now focused on the more erotic part of their current encounter, he massaged the other tit gently. The flesh bulged between his fingers as he gave her chest a squeeze. Her breath tickled against the side of his face as she continued to pet him. She was biting her lower lip trying to stifle the sounds.

A branch snapped in the distance. Both of them whipped their heads to the side, squinting at the greenery. Beatrice let out an annoyed grunt when Wilkes stopped sucking her tit. He pulled her top down, covering that bit of their indecency. He tapped her thigh gently so they could both stand up, she relented. A piglet rushed past, squealing loudly as it did. Wilkes turned from the newly trampled rut to face her. The blushing huntress wouldn’t meet his gaze as they shifted awkwardly on their feet.

“Don’t you dare say it.” She spoke through gritted teeth. She went from hot and bothered to purely flustered in half a second. Mostly he could tell she knew he had been right now.

“I told ye, hunting stand.” he decided to tease her regardless. A playful lift in his voice as he did his best to hold back a laugh.

“You’re using your hand to take care of that then.” She pointed at his obvious erection. He grimaced and tried to speak. She raised a palm towards him and walked away, swaying her hips as she did. His second head practically glared at him while she did. He just had to go and be right. Couldn’t just enjoy things.

“Hold on Bea, tell ye what, I’ll buy ye lunch and then we can go back to my place? Like ye said yerself, got nothing to hunt until the next mature male boar,” Wilkes offered, jogging to catch up to her “Tryin’ not to be a complete bastard here.”

“Mhm, sure Willy. You can take me out to lunch and then we can work on your attitude.” Beatrice said, there was a faintly smug glint in her eyes. Part of him believed those golden flakes in her eyes were made from all the money he spent on her. The walk to town was the same old trek. Familiar faces, people from before he was a sailor occasionally striking up conversation with him. The ladies that previously hounded him now gave a wide berth considering his arm was slung across Beatrice’s shoulders.

Lunch was another trip to the bakery for pastries. The same red brick building with a wooden sign, now freshly painted, showing a steaming hot roll. The windows let them peak at the relatively busy hour. A short line of three to four people waiting to put in orders. It was a welcome bit of calm repetition. Same as last time, soft fresh baked rolls and a handful of fruity pastries. Rather than being a total brat this time, Beatrice let him have one of the apple fritters. Hannah was working up a storm, there was a weariness to her smile seeing them enter together again. She kept glancing over to the pair of them as they ate. Wilkes gave Beatrice a confused look about that, she nodded faintly. Apparently trying to confirm a suspicion of his when he was looking for a direct answer. That just made him more confused. He drummed his fingers atop the table, then stroked the bit of scruff on his chin. It had grown long enough to curl between two fingers now. Not quite a beard, but the humble beginnings of a goatee. Beatrice shot him a confused look now. She gave him a sigh while picking up another fresh roll.

“Well I can’t read yer mind Bea, not sure what ye nodded at me for if I’m bein’ honest.” Wilkes said

“Oh, I thought you knew that Hannah wants to bed you, with or without me present.” Beatrice said dryly. He coughed on the bite of warm bread in his mouth. He thumped his chest with his fist a few times, finally getting the bite to settle on its way down his throat.

“Huh?” Wilkes articulated intelligently

“Yeah, she’s said since we got together pretty shortly after you checked in on her she’s seen you in a different light. Wanting what she can’t have.” Beatrice spoke slowly, leaning in with her chin resting against one of her arms. A bit of cleavage came into view, and he had to drag his eyes back up to her face. She chuckled softly watching him regain his focus “Hmm, well at least I know I’ve still got your attention first and foremost.”

“Teasing me after telling me that, yer really something Ms.Tellish.”

“Eww don’t call me that.” She gave him light flick on the forehead

“Well, apparently at some point I’ll have to call ye Mrs. Tempest. If that’s any better?” Wilkes half joked, Beatrice’s eyes widened at that.

“Tempest? Quite the name to claim there Wilkes.” Beatrice looked genuinely impressed. Not a hint of her usual teasing smugness.

“According to Meryl I’ll have to eventually, or people will force it on me.” He admitted with a faint shrug.

“Hmm, Beatrice Tempest. Decent enough ring to it.” She said thoughtfully. The last roll was finished off without much more being said. What more was there to say anyway. He noticed it now that Beatrice said it. The faint gleam of jealousy in her eyes while staring their way. He felt bad for indirectly torturing the poor gal. Though, she had her dance with him and the time had run its course. Not much point in dwelling on it, unless Beatrice was really okay with him running around building a harem like some kind of prince. She had said on the long voyage he could find a woman to bed purely for it, if he remembered correctly. Something about him finding a girl in another port to settle with while there. He rose from his chair slowly, scooting the wooden frame back towards the rounded edge of the table. He pulled Beatrice’s chair out for her out of habit, and she gave him a small peck on the cheek. With a smile he took her hand and led her towards his shack. He could feel eyes pointed on him until the bakery disappeared from view. Or more that he disappeared from the line of sight out the windows.

“Do you think we’d be what we are if things went different when I spoke with Hannah?”

“Absolutely not. You would’ve forgotten to apologize to me entirely, too busy kneading her dough. You’d also probably shift focus to being a baker as well.” Beatrice said flatly. He chuckled at that, nodding thoughtfully. The mental image of him in a simple shirt and trousers with an apron smeared with flour was odd compared to his current self. He looked down at his singular sleeve. Grimacing as the sun reached a late noon.

“I was gonna take you home, but would you mind if we hit the tailor first? I think he’ll have something less unsightly for me. He said week’s end last I saw him, so we should be right on schedule.”

“Can we have sex first?” Beatrice offered her own question. She had been staring at the bread hungrily, and now gave him the same look. He scuffed his boots as he seemed to miss a step. A smidge of surprise as the bluntness. Wilkes wasn’t entirely sure he would ever get used to her being like that. Still holding her hand, the pair began to idly swing their small union. His pace admittedly picked up a bit. As much as he enjoyed walking with her, he wanted to bed her again with as little delay as possible. The usual list of obstacles were all accounted for as well. The crew was on the ship. Salima had already seen them. And most of the other women now steered clear of the pair. His shack loomed in the distance. The cobbled path giving way to packed dirt promised that soon he could be undressing her.

The door creaked open, he’d have to oil the hinges later. As for right now, he had the usual heated exchange with Beatrice. Fingers running through each other's hair, teasing hands pulling clothing from one another. Once again they left a trail of clothing from the front door to his bedroom. The two tumbled onto his bed, the frame creaking slightly at the sudden increase of weight. Not that either of them heard it over the intense make out they were locked in. He hovered over her, dominating the tender moment. He licked her lips gently, asking permission to add tongue into the kiss. With a pleased grunt Beatrice’s tongue began to wrestle with his own. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her legs began to spread. His groin pressed against hers. He could feel how wet she was against the length of his cock.

Slow teasing motions dragged his length against her slit. The huntress let out something like a whimper when his tip rubbed against her clit. Wilkes let out a low moan as he felt her fingernails drift from his neck to his back. The slightly painful tingle of her nails digging into his back fanned the flames in his loins. With practiced aim he slid his tip into her waiting depths. The familiar grip and warmth forced another, louder moan out from the sailor. Beatrice’s back arched as her legs came up to wrap around him. Her head leaned into the crook of his neck, at this point the only part of her touching the bed was her back. She nibbled his ear while grunting softly as her pussy clenched around him.

“Wilkes, please… just fuck me already!” She urged him onward with a desperate cry. His hips began to move, long slow strokes. Plunging into her depths like a hammer driving a nail over and over. A short escaped her every time their hips met with a wet plap that grew louder each time. The bed shook as he began to rail her harder and harder, his headboard knocked against the wall with a fury.

Sweat began to form on his brow after ten minutes like that, slamming into her like it was the last time they’d get to have sex. He knew it wouldn’t be, but he wanted to burn this memory of pleasure into both of them. Yet he still craved more. Dexterously he slowly slid himself out, Beatrice whining at the sudden emptiness in her soaked pussy.

“If ye want more, you’re gonna ride me.” Wilkes teased her, his fingers spreading her open and rubbing her labia. Her head laid back and she slowly opened her eyes to look at him. The beginnings of a pout spreading on her face. “If ye finish ye gotta ride Bea.”

He was suddenly on his back. His girlfriend had rolled him over onto the other side of his mattress for two. She glared down at him slightly, grinding against his cock. With a clenched fist on either side of his head he stared up at her. Her huge tits jiggled as she shook her whole body. The headboard continued to knock on the wall from how hard she was grinding on him. He put two firm hands on her hips and lifted slightly. His tip realigned with her entrance and he pulled her down.

“Fine, ye don’t wanna ride? I’ll just bounce ye then.” He growled at her. She wanted to play games, but he just wanted to drop his seed in her again. If she got pregnant before Erik’s wedding then so be it. But she wasn’t going to get her way every step of the way.

With a firm grip he slowly heaved her up and down. Hitting a different angle in her pussy caused the pout she kept trying to force to crack. Wet sounds filled the room, he could see her biting her lip to keep from moaning. Once she had gotten used to the shallow thrusts, he pulled her down until he was hilted in her. Something between a gasp and moan escaped her lips as he felt his tip press against a second tighter entrance. A small opening pressed against the tip of cock, it felt harder and rubbery than her usual depths.

“F-f-fuuuuuuuuuck.” Beatrice articulated beautifully. He moved to full thrusts like that, leaving only the tip inside before impaling her all the way. Her eyes fluttered and started to roll back. He leaned up a bit as she collapsed half way onto his chest. Her whole body bounced with each thrust of his cock. She began to plant kisses all over his face, her tongue lolling out of her mouth between each one. “Hnngh, guh, fuck.”

“Yeah? Are ye gonna cum? Ye wanna cum for me?” He taunted her, continuing to rut the entire depth of her pussy. Her more sensitive spots being rubbed in a way that was apparently mind numbing from the growing haze in her eyes. She nodded her head and kept moaning. He gently grabbed her face in one hand. He decided to bully her a bit in the moment. “Aww does it feel too good? Is it too hard to speak?”

More enthusiastic moans was the only response she gave. Her pussy clenched hard and she let out a scream of pleasure. Her whole body shook for a second before relaxing. She laid on top of him in the afterglow there, sweat coming down her brow. Before she had fully recovered, he moved his hips again. Plunging in and out of her with an even more rapid pace. She leaned against him entirely and just moaned her head off. She clamped down on him wildly, his hands never left her hips as he bounced her up and down. Every time he hilted her on his cock she seemed to clamp harder. Leaving her full like that for a moment he smacked her ass with one hand, and she began to move her hips on her own. Shuddering as she rose slowly with his help, then sinking back down with another moan. He could feel his own orgasm nearing, but wanted to push her over the edge a second time first. Carefully he began to spank and massage her ass. Spreading her cheeks wide and forcing more moans out of her while she rode his cock. She was moving fast now, half of his cock appearing and vanishing every time she decided to bounce. He could feel the muscle tense on the way up and jiggle when she sunk all the way back down. He planted a wet kiss on her lips, and another deep shudder shook her body. She came again while riding his cock. He put another mental tally on the scoreboard he was keeping.

Thankfully, it came not a moment too soon. A tingling ran down his shaft to his balls. He could feel his orgasm coming and decided to ride it out while she continued to ride his cock like her life depended on it. She placed rapid, sloppy kisses all over his face again. She was practically worshipping him when he finally came inside her. Hot cum launched as rope after rope into her depths. She let out a final moan as she felt him finish inside her, and a third shudder shook her body. She collapsed on top of him now, chest heaving while he rubbed circles on her clammy skin. The room reeked of sex in the aftermath. Her toned form took deep breaths from atop his chest while she recovered and enjoyed the after glow. She scratched his scalp while playing with his hair again. As his cock went flaccid it was slowly exposed to the comparatively cooler room. He shivered as air met the slick skin of his cock. Beatrice sniffed the air, then trailed down his body. Without even being asked, she started to suck him off. Greedy moans came from her throat as she swirled the tip around in her mouth before pressing her nose to his crotch. Her tongue lapped all of their mixed juices until only her spit remained. The immediate stimulation was like being struck by lightning. His hips thrust absently while his fists balled the sheets. He didn’t gain a new erection, but did find spots in his vision from the overstimulation. His spit shined cock flopped out of her mouth when she came up for air.

“I love you Wilkes” Beatrice slurred her words slightly, curling up close to him. He thought about kissing her, but the idea of his cum on her lips dissuaded him. Maybe if she drank a couple glasses of water first. She likely would after a quick nap.

“I love you too Beatrice.” He responded softly, playing with her hair while she buried her face in his chest. Faint snoring came from her in response. All tuckered out from having probably the most intense sex of their relationship so far. The Late afternoon sun filtered in through the window. He could go to the Tailor’s tomorrow, considering this nap was probably going to carry them into the evening.