Note: While the eroticism of the story is self-contained, this story is the third of a series, and the readers are encouraged to read the first two parts in order to appreciate the characters and understand how they ended up in the specific situations in which they are. As always, your feedback would be greatly appreciated.
A small patch of sandy beach lay between the steep and rugged cliffs and the vast expanse of the sea. Gentle waves lapped against the shore, leaving delicate patterns in the sand before retreating back into the ocean. Jaber Zoltani stood barefooted with his wrists and feet still in chains. Fine grains of sand shifted and danced beneath his feet as he stood like a rock, feet apart, surrounded on both sides by prison guards.
Behind him the ancient coastal fortress loomed majestically atop weathered cliffs. Time had weathered its walls, leaving behind a mosaic of moss and lichen that added to its timeless allure. In front of him stood the princess, or "Queen Vicaria" in her long, silver-silk robe that clung to her curves in all the right places while it fought against the breeze. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean, and even in chains, Jaber could not help but feel a sense of awe at the sight of this silver-haired enchantress, standing between land and sea. She stood like a vision of timeless elegance against the backdrop of the ever-changing tide.
"You are a man who enjoys looking ... at the possibilities in front of him so I brought you here," she said. "You have spent your life as a sea-bound fugitive, being chased from port to port. I now give you the chance to rule the seas. Fly my flag on your ship, enforce my blockade and you will not be a fugitive on my lands anymore."
"Your lands?" Jaber Zoltani spoke. "Your lands are not recognized as yours by anyone outside your palace. The great houses will side with your brother. Enforce a blockade and he will strike. As your lands shrink, so will my freedom. I have a better proposition. Allow me to sail away and I give you my words that I will not raid your ships. There are plenty of other vessels for me to board."
Vicaria stepped closer to him to look at him in the eyes and this time he avoided her gaze. There was something about this woman's eyes. "You are asking me to let a snake loose so that it may feed on rats and not bite my foot when I crush those same rats beneath my feet?' Vicaria said as she walked away from him towards the ocean but after covering a few steps she spun around with a sense of newly found urgency. "You are a pirate, and pirates only follow a leader they can best in a fair fight. So ... I will give you a fair fight." With those words, she started to tie her hair behind her head in a bun. "Guards, free him. Give him the wooden sword and then leave us."
Suddenly, Jaber found himself being unchained. A wooden sword was thrown to him that he caught with his quick reflexes. Another one was thrown at Vicaria and the way she caught it showed that this woman was no stranger to sword play. Jaber smiled as he watched with her hair tied tightly behind her head so as not to allow them to get in her way.
"If you win, you go free. But if I win, I own you," she said.
The wind was blowing strong now and the thin silk fabric molded itself to her gracefully muscular form. Jaber admired her strong legs. She had one of the most well developed calves he had seen on a woman and he noticed how light she was on her feet. There was a long slit that was cut in the side of her dress and he could not help but appreciate the muscular thigh that was visible through it. Vicaria was an embodiment of strong and yet gracefully feminine.
He was a master swordsman, confident in his abilities. But he wondered what was going on in Vicaria's mind to let go of her guards and take him on in this strange duel that was so unnecessary and uncalled for. He looked into her eyes to read her emotions but there were none. Just pure, blue intensity.
With a quick lunge from her, the duel began and their wooden swords met. She was definitely not the fastest sword hand he had faced, but so confident. He looked into her eyes to see where that confidence was coming from. All he saw was blue intensity staring back.
Suddenly, there was a flurry of strikes and counters and when he pulled away, with a feeling of self-doubt. There was no logical reason why she would challenge him unless she was sure to win. Could she have a trick up her sleeve that he did not know? This very thought expanded itself into consequences of a loss at the hands of this woman. Would he honor the terms of this duel and stay in her service if he lost? Or would he find ways of escaping? Then he shook that thought out of his mind.
Was she thinking the same thing? The only way for him to know was to look into her eyes and there was nothing in them but intensity and focus. The eyes convinced him that she was sure of her victory and that is why she had challenged him. Defying his thoughts, Jaber fought back and it was wood against wood again. Each time she parried his thrusts, he became convinced that her confidence was greater than his and somehow this was a fight he could not win.
Frustrated and angry he lunged forward but found himself to be too slow due to self=doubt. Vicaria side-stepped and brought her sword in a quick thrust towards his chest. He tried to step back in order to avoid the incoming attack but caught the tip of her wood on his arm.
"Blood!" she said. "If this was a real blade, you would be bleeding all over the sand pirate."
Jaber imagined it. Blood trickling down from his bicep to his forearms and finally finding its way into the sand. He saw himself bleed and the line between reality and imagination began to get blurry. The loss of blood was causing him to be weak and when he looked up at his opponent, her eyes were focused on him with the same assurance.
The exertion had caused Vicaria to sweat and he saw her statuesque body glistening under the sun. There was a look of confidence in her eyes like she knew she had killed him. With relentless determination she came at him, and Jaber met her attack with all that was left in him. "I am going to die on this sand," a thought came into his mind. "Of all the men that I have beaten, and the blood that I have shed, it is this woman who will put a blade through me. While blocking her thrusts and parrying her attacks he studied her calves and her thighs and the width of her hips. Then his mind went to the gentle swell of her breasts under the silk and then her toned arms and shoulders, chiseled like she was a stone statue brought to life.
Moving with heavy feet and breathing heavily, the pirate looked at her as she circled around him like a tigress circling a wounded animal. In a final leap of desperation, Jaber moved towards her with staggering feet and she stepped aside causing him to fall to his knees with his own momentum.
An exhausted and beaten Jaber Zoltani was crawling on the sand while the woman walked behind him casually like he was her dog. "Yield to me. Had these been real blades you would be dead," she said. Her words caused him to realize that there was no blood, no wound, not even a real blade. It was a mind trick. He crawled on his fours in the damp sand trying to separate his thoughts from his delusions. "I am your queen, and the more you satisfy me, the happier you will feel," her voice echoed in his ears. Now that he was facing away from her, his thoughts started to return and he realized that the fight was not over. When in battle, he was always an irrepressible optimist and that is what caused him to turn the tables on so many of his naval engagements. He knew that in order to win, he must fight her without looking into her eyes.
"Let me kiss your feet," he said and then turned towards her.
She stopped in front of him and looked down at him, enjoying the thought that she had subdued him. He took her wet foot in his hands and raised it. It was perfectly arched and as perfect as the rest of her form. She raised her foot and brought it to his mouth, and like an obedient dog, Jaber Zoltani started to kiss and lick it.
"Lick the sand off of it," she commanded and he complied. His tongue would sometimes cause a tickling sensation causing her to give out a faint laugh. She was lost in the sadistic eroticism of the moment when he gripped her other ankle and pulled it violently, taking her feet from underneath her.
Vicaria fell back unexpectedly, her hips hitting the sand with a thud. "How dare you, you filthy animal!" she yelled as she crawled backwards while he took her ankles and dragged her towards him. She kicked back at him with both her legs but he pressed down on her knees to trap and immobilize her for a moment and that was all he needed to be on top of her. "I am your queen, you disgusting beast!" She tried to slap him but he captured and subdued her wrist.
He was careful not to look into her eyes this time, for the pirate now knew what they could do. He inserted his hands inside the neck of her dress and tore it, revealing the gentle mounds of her heaving breasts. Tipped with erect nipples, her breasts were not exceptionally large but well developed and rose slightly to complement her toned body. "You do not need your eyes to make me your slave. I am already a slave to your feminine charms!" he said and dropped his head to kiss her but she turned her face away in defiance.
Jaber took that as an opportunity to kiss her neck and she closed her eyes. As his tongue worked its way down her throat, her breathing grew heavier and her body more relaxed. He sucked one hard nipple after the other and felt her body arching as if was offering her breasts to him to worship! Or moving her face away from him? Either way, he did not care.
He slid down until he was between her legs and saw Vicaria instinctively opening her thighs. Her perfectly shaven slit lay in front of him like it was being offered as a prize. He pressed his face into her slit and parted the lips with his tongue. Vicaria started to breathe even heavier as his tongue went to service. She played with her nipples and looked up at the sky, as Jaber ate her alive.
He knew his way well around a woman's sensitivities and Vicaria wondered how many women he had eaten raw like that? She threw her legs around his shoulders, hanging her feet over his back. Then hooking her heels, she lifted her butt up the ground to bring her vagina in line with his face. He pushed his mouth deeper into her womanhood, driving her wild with his invading tongue.
"Yes. Offer me your tongue..." Vicaria moaned as she tightened her muscular thighs around his head, but his oral assault was relentless. The flickering of his tongue on her womanhood caused Vicaria's legs to become weak. "Yess that feels so good," said Vicaria as she thrashed on the damp sands.
Jaber then let go of her, and as her thighs went limp, she dropped down on the sand with a thump. Jaber touched her calves and ran his hand up her well formed thighs. Laying on sand, Vicaria kept breathing heavily, allowing his hand to wander up her belly. Jaber could see abs appear on her firm stomach and then disappear with breathing.
Laying on the damp sand she looked up at the pirate. He took off his shirt and threw it away like he did not need it anymore. Then lowered his trousers and she saw his manhood appear. He was excited and she could see that. It was hard and erect, ready for penetration. With an air of shamelessness, she opened her legs and started to finger herself to feel her dampness, while her other hand went to her breast to pinch a hard nipple.
The pirate was looking straight into her eyes this time for he knew an aroused woman when he saw one. There was nothing her piercing eyes could make him do that he himself did not wish to. Their lips met, tongues wrestled, and somewhere in that moment his erection found her depths. Vicaria pulled him down towards her, locking him in her erotic embrace but his hips would not stop. They kept bucking in and out sending waves of pleasure through her body.
