Rat Jack Comforts Isabella

Isabella decided to stick with Rat Jack for the moment. Of all the crewmembers, he was probably the only one who wouldn’t think less of her for being a little spooked. She wasn’t a coward, she reassured herself, she was just being sensibly cautious. Besides, she really did want a few minutes to catch her breath after the intense manual labor they had just completed.

Rat Jack helped her sit down at the edge of one of the bunks, then retrieved a flask from his own bunk before plopping down next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pressed the flask into her hands. “Nothing too strong,” He reassured her, “Just a bit of a pick-me-up. I do a bit of brewing with spare ingredients from time to time.” Seeing her hesitation, he opened the flask himself, and leaned over her to take the first swig, “accidentally” brushing his stubbly cheeks over the exposed skin of her shoulder as he did so.

Deciding that a bit of liquor might be just the thing to settle her nerves, Isabella shrugged and gave the liquid an experimental taste. She gave a surprised cough, much to Rat Jack’s amusement. “Still pretty strong,” She said, passing the flask back to him between coughs.

Rat Jack took a quick sip, but made sure the flask ended up back in Isabella’s hand. “Lightweight, are you? Better build up a tolerance, then. Bone’s an old-fashioned pirate: lots of rum and rump, if you know what I mean.”

Isabella ruffled at being called a lightweight, and she took a defiant swig. It still burned on the way down, but she managed to avoid a coughing fit this time, “Just because Captain is an alcoholic lecher doesn’t mean I have to be, Ratty.”

Rat Jack let out a burst of laughter, “An alcoholic lecher, is he?”

Isabella gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth, shocked at her own candid remark, “Uh, I didn’t mean-”

Rat Jack pressed a finger to Isabella’s lips, then replaced it with the flask, encouraging her to take another drink, “Don’t worry, miss, your mutinous secret is safe with me.” After she finished drinking, he capped the flask and set it aside, before turning her face towards his own, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You know you can always trust Rat Jack, right?”

Isabella’s skin was hot, and just the right amount of tingly. “Th-thanks, Ratty,” She said, finding it hard to focus her gaze. While not as hunky as the other men on the crew, she thought, Rat Jack did have very pretty eyes. And he was always so nice to her, and he promised to keep her safe. Any of these reasons, perhaps all of them, might have been why she didn’t turn away from him as he slowly pulled her face closer, eventually pressing their lips together.

When Isabella didn’t immediately pull away from his kiss, Rat Jack knew he had her. He massaged her lips with his own and pulled her body closer to him, hands rubbing sensually against her sides, her neck, and her shoulders. When he felt her relax into the kiss a little more, he pulled back and quickly kissed at her tender throat, eliciting a surprised sigh that he used to gain deeper access to her mouth. His tongue coaxed forward her own, tangling with the slick muscle in her mouth and furthering her arousal and involvement. Isabella’s sighs turned to moans and he pulled her down to the bed, lying beneath him as they continued making out.

His hands changed course, still rubbing and teasing, but now doing so while slowly, carefully undressing the young woman. Her laced, low-cut shirt was easy to untie, exposing bountiful breasts and more skin to tease and stroke. Rat Jack’s **** was methodical and unrelenting, his hands only becoming as daring as he sensed Isabella would allow, teasing her to greater heights of arousal, distraction, and pleasure before peeling away more clothing. She was helpless to resist such expert skill, and when he broke away the kiss to remove the last of her clothing, Isabella simply gazed up at him hungrily.

“Damn,” He said, surveying his prize, “You’re a rare beauty, aren’t you?”

Isabella’s nervous smile and wanton eyes did the speaking for her, and she leaned up to wrap her arms around Rat Jack’s neck and pull him back into a messy kiss. It was Rat Jack’s turn to remove his clothing, now, but he still found time to run his hands along Isabella’s magnificent curves as he did so. His experienced hands coaxed new levels of pleasure out of the young woman as he massaged her breasts and teased her clit, all while revealing more of his own skin to press against her. Isabella was fairly overwhelmed by Rat Jack’s practiced skill, but she still found opportunities to get in some teasing of her own, especially once her crewmate’s cock was set free for her examination. A fine cock, she decided, running her fingers along it's length, if a little longer and thinner than she typically preferred.

It was clear that Isabella was fully invested, now, and Rat Jack took full advantage. He broke off the kiss in order to line up his cock, sliding it past her pussy lips with practiced ease. Isabella gave a low, soft whine as it slowly sank deeper and deeper, ending in a sharp gasp as it bottomed out, fully buried within her. Rat Jack didn’t begin thrusting right away, taking a moment to savor the feeling of her tight cunt squeezing pleasurably against his entire length.

“One down,” Rat Jack thought, enjoying the surprised look of pleasure on Isabella’s face, “Two to go.” He finally started moving, a slow, rocking rhythm that focused on continuing to plunder the deepest part of her pussy, never withdrawing more than a few inches of cock before sliding all the way back down. Rat Jack always worked hard to get his cock into a girl, so he wanted to make the most of it.

Isabella, for her part, didn’t mind at all. Every time Rat Jack’s hips came down to bottom out his cock, she pushed her own hips back into him, stimulating her clit at end of each thrust. Sometimes she’d pull Rat Jack’s upper body down, too, enjoying the pleasant pressure against her breasts as she fed her tongue into his mouth. Rat Jack was a good kisser, and she especially enjoyed the way he sucked at her tongue before chasing it back into her mouth with his own.

When Rat Jack’s arms grew tired and he wanted to change positions, he found Isabella willing and enthusiastic. After a bit of repositioning, she lowered herself back onto his cock and took on the more active role, bouncing up and down in his lap as he groped her from behind. Rat Jack enjoyed the way her heavy breasts jiggled with each bounce, and Isabella enjoyed the ways he was able to stimulate her now that his hands were free. Kissing wasn’t as easy with him behind her, but Rat Jack made up for it by sucking and nibbling freely at her exposed neck.

“There,” He said, pulling away with a pop, “Now Johanna won’t be the only one running around with a slut badge.” He gave the shiny red flesh a few quick nibbles for good measure, ensuring that the hickey would stay nice and visible for at least a week.

“I’m not a slut, Ratty,” Isabella huffed, her eager bouncing and grinding somewhat at odds with her claim.

“Oh, of course not,” Rat Jack cooed, stroking her excited flesh and giving her a quick, gentle kiss, “It’s just a little rat bite to remember me by.” Not wanting his Not-A-Slut to dwell on any negative thoughts too much, Rat Jack snaked a hand between her legs and quickly teased her to an orgasm. He was reaching the end of his own endurance, his previous dry spell leaving him with a healthy load to deposit deep within Isabella’s cunt. He was somewhat surprised at how easily she had fallen to his charms, to be honest, but he knew better than to look a gift fuck in the mouth. Making sure to keep Isabella in the throes of her climax, Rat Jack gave a few short, final thrusts from beneath her and let go, spraying jet after jet of hot semen into her quivering pussy.

Isabella continued grinding, panting, and shaking for as long as she could, but the extended orgasm took a lot out of her, and soon she was panting wearily in Rat Jack’s lap, head resting on his shoulder. The cook gave her a few loving, groping strokes before laying her down on her side and withdrawing his softening cock. She looked up at him, dizzy and exhausted, and smiled as he leaned in to give her one final kiss.

“I better get back to the kitchen,” He said, pulling on his clothing, “But you look like you could use a quick nap.”

“Mmmm,” Isabella moaned, pouting slightly as Rat Jack draped a blanket over her naked form. She wanted to ask him to stay, but tired as she was, she couldn’t quite remember why. All she could do was watch him go as her eyelids grew heavy, until she was alone. Something in the back of her mind urged her to get up, but she pushed the thought aside and let a quiet, dreamless sleep take her away.