Hard Seas, Wet Oceans (original fiction, het, NC-17)
Hard Seas, Wet Oceans (original fiction, het, NC-17)
Author: buttsnax
Fandom: none
Pairing: OC/OC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,323
Warnings: bears
Summary: A plume of salt spray splashed into the air as the waves parted before the sturdy prow of the Sea Swallow. The ocean lapped wetly against the hard wood of the ship’s keel as it deftly parted the seas before it.
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A plume of salt spray splashed into the air as the waves parted before the sturdy prow of the Sea Swallow. The ocean lapped wetly against the hard wood of the ship’s keel as it deftly parted the seas before it. Dirk Thrustington, the ship's captain, paid the waves no mind as he stared out onto the horizon. His rugged yet vague features that look like that handsome actor you like were furrowed with concentration as he gazed upon his quarry.
His heart and loins ached with longing for his lost love, now only moments away. For weeks they rode upon the hard and unforgiving sea, bouncing up and down on its vigorous waves, roughly manhandled by the cold and unfeeling currents. Every nook and cranny of the Sea Swallow had been violated by its powerful embrace. All, for Vera. Vera Loose was the heiress of a French oyster fortune; sassy yet tender, she was Dirk’s fiery love, captured by pirates set on ransoming her back to her wealthy family.
But the pirates had not counted on Dirk, who was now closing the gap between them.
“Men!” Dirk cried, rallying his stalwart crew. He hung from the rigging with one muscular, rippling arm while his other outstretched hand pointed at their target. “Today, we fight for vengeance! Today we fight for love! Today . . .”
His eyes narrowed to angry slits before continuing. “Today, we fight for justice.”
The crew, comprised of paid mercenaries, milled about uncertainly. They were pretty sure this battle was going to end with Dirk having sex with an attractive woman atop a pile of carcasses while the crew tried not to watch. This sort of thing happened to them a lot.
The time for apprehension was cut short, however, as the Sea Swallow crashed into the side of the pirate ship. Almost instinctively the mercenary crew kicked into action. Arquebuses belched black smoke and deadly lead shots into the pirates’ ranks, and they retaliated in kind. The crew lowered the gangplank, and working with coordination born of experience, deployed to the enemy ship, methodically boarding under the cover of pistol fire.
Dirk ignored this and let loose a battle cry as he swung across on a rope that was once connected to the mainsail. A knife clenched in his teeth and a swashbuckler’s cutlass in the other hand, he barreled through the air, very narrowly missing both tangling himself in the rigging of the pirates' vessel and smashing into the mast, a collision that would have certainly proved fatal.
The pirates fired a volley toward him, missing less due to his bravado and daring and more due to inaccurate firearms further eroded by the corrosive nature of salt water. But don’t let that get in the way of the romantic allure of a burly man doing something incredibly stupid to make a woman want to have sex with him. Vera certainly didn’t.
“Dirk, my strapping hero, you’ve come to rescue me!” Vera was tied to the mast, the wind whipping her hair and tattered dress around her. She struggled against her bonds, her heaving bosom pressed tight against the ropes with every breath. Dirk was enchanted by her beauty and the way her dress exposed her pale skin. He readied his sword, and his other sword. The one in his pants.
He thrust his real sword violently yet metaphorically, savagely mauling a pirate, and withdrew it before the doomed dog of the sea even had a chance to cry out. Lightning fast he thrust again and again--with each blow Dirk grunted in satisfaction as his blade slid into pirate flesh. He was unstoppable, a whirling dervish of death and desire. Vera felt a wetness spread between her legs even as she struggled against her bonds.
Dirk ran up to her as the last pirate between them expired. With one hand he cut her bonds with his knife, glad now he had brought it clenched in his teeth, even though his gums would never be the same again.
“Dirk, oh Dirk!” she cried, finally free as a new wave of pirates ran up to meet them. But Vera's legs betrayed her, and she fell as the boat buckled beneath them on a swell. Dirk was there for her, catching her as she swooned with one of his massive, muscular arms while parrying and thrusting with the other until none stood before him.
He swung Vera around, sword clattering to the floor as his other sword stood to attention. His hands roamed her body. Manic with lust, he wanted to touch every part of her at once, but especially the part of her with breasts.
“Dirk,” Vera gasped. “Take me right here. Claim me atop the bodies of your enemies! Make your victory over them complete!”
Dirk’s crew members shared an uncomfortable glance.
“Oh, my darling,” said Dirk, gently laying a hand on the side of her face while the other delved presumptuously under her tattered skirts. “Let us make love with a passion never seen before on the open sea-”
The boat shuddered beneath them violently and Vera was torn from his grasp. Dirk was thrown to the ground as the planks heaved upward with a thunderous splintering. A mighty roar shook the air. Dirk staggered quickly to his feet, breeches unfastened, but swords at the ready.
It was a bear.
“Watch out, Dirk!” yelled Vera, who was sprawled across the decking.
But Dirk did not have time to listen. The sea bear dropped to all fours next to the ragged hole it had torn in the deck of the ship. It charged with deceptive speed; its hind leg, carved from a gnarled hunk of driftwood, hammered against the boards of the ship as it barreled toward him like an inexorable juggernaut of highly improbable destruction.
The trained mercenary crew was nowhere to be found; Dirk had no choice but to face the dreaded beast alone. He let loose his own battle cry and, suffused with rage, charged barehanded at his new enemy. The bear, also barehanded, but also bear handed, was at a significant advantage, and slashed viciously with his claws. Blood flew through the air as Dirk was raked across his virile, muscular chest. Vera let out a gasp and hid her eyes.
Dirk struggled to land a blow, but he seemed unable to damage the beast. With every swipe of his attacker fresh wounds opened on his body. The bear’s oppressive weight bore down on him now, and he could not escape even if he wanted to. Desperate, he was running out of options.
But Dirk was a man of many strengths, and he drew upon a deep reserve of inner rage. From beneath the bear’s hairy chest where he was trapped, he looked at Vera. Lovely, helpless Vera. It triggered a change in him, unleashing his secret weapon. He ceased his attempts to land blows on the bear and instead grasped handfuls of its hair. His turgid member, now hard and throbbing from gazing upon Vera’s disheveled and vulnerable body, began thrusting.
At first the bear was perplexed by what was happening. Yet soon it began to feel the furious pounding of Dirk’s nether onslaught. The bear struggled to break free, but Dirk was a man driven by desire. Once he began, no force on earth could have stopped the thunderous hammering of his rod. Again and again he thrusted, stabbing into the bear as it growled in anger and pain. Dirk penetrated deeper and deeper, until he unleashed his seed deep within the bear’s vital organs.
Dirk grunted in orgasmic triumph and shoved the bear’s defeated body off of him. He stood there glistening in the sunlight, still erect and dripping with semen and bear blood as he roared his defiance at the world.
Vera had never loved another man more.
Author: buttsnax
Fandom: none
Pairing: OC/OC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,323
Warnings: bears
Summary: A plume of salt spray splashed into the air as the waves parted before the sturdy prow of the Sea Swallow. The ocean lapped wetly against the hard wood of the ship’s keel as it deftly parted the seas before it.
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A plume of salt spray splashed into the air as the waves parted before the sturdy prow of the Sea Swallow. The ocean lapped wetly against the hard wood of the ship’s keel as it deftly parted the seas before it. Dirk Thrustington, the ship's captain, paid the waves no mind as he stared out onto the horizon. His rugged yet vague features that look like that handsome actor you like were furrowed with concentration as he gazed upon his quarry.
His heart and loins ached with longing for his lost love, now only moments away. For weeks they rode upon the hard and unforgiving sea, bouncing up and down on its vigorous waves, roughly manhandled by the cold and unfeeling currents. Every nook and cranny of the Sea Swallow had been violated by its powerful embrace. All, for Vera. Vera Loose was the heiress of a French oyster fortune; sassy yet tender, she was Dirk’s fiery love, captured by pirates set on ransoming her back to her wealthy family.
But the pirates had not counted on Dirk, who was now closing the gap between them.
“Men!” Dirk cried, rallying his stalwart crew. He hung from the rigging with one muscular, rippling arm while his other outstretched hand pointed at their target. “Today, we fight for vengeance! Today we fight for love! Today . . .”
His eyes narrowed to angry slits before continuing. “Today, we fight for justice.”
The crew, comprised of paid mercenaries, milled about uncertainly. They were pretty sure this battle was going to end with Dirk having sex with an attractive woman atop a pile of carcasses while the crew tried not to watch. This sort of thing happened to them a lot.
The time for apprehension was cut short, however, as the Sea Swallow crashed into the side of the pirate ship. Almost instinctively the mercenary crew kicked into action. Arquebuses belched black smoke and deadly lead shots into the pirates’ ranks, and they retaliated in kind. The crew lowered the gangplank, and working with coordination born of experience, deployed to the enemy ship, methodically boarding under the cover of pistol fire.
Dirk ignored this and let loose a battle cry as he swung across on a rope that was once connected to the mainsail. A knife clenched in his teeth and a swashbuckler’s cutlass in the other hand, he barreled through the air, very narrowly missing both tangling himself in the rigging of the pirates' vessel and smashing into the mast, a collision that would have certainly proved fatal.
The pirates fired a volley toward him, missing less due to his bravado and daring and more due to inaccurate firearms further eroded by the corrosive nature of salt water. But don’t let that get in the way of the romantic allure of a burly man doing something incredibly stupid to make a woman want to have sex with him. Vera certainly didn’t.
“Dirk, my strapping hero, you’ve come to rescue me!” Vera was tied to the mast, the wind whipping her hair and tattered dress around her. She struggled against her bonds, her heaving bosom pressed tight against the ropes with every breath. Dirk was enchanted by her beauty and the way her dress exposed her pale skin. He readied his sword, and his other sword. The one in his pants.
He thrust his real sword violently yet metaphorically, savagely mauling a pirate, and withdrew it before the doomed dog of the sea even had a chance to cry out. Lightning fast he thrust again and again--with each blow Dirk grunted in satisfaction as his blade slid into pirate flesh. He was unstoppable, a whirling dervish of death and desire. Vera felt a wetness spread between her legs even as she struggled against her bonds.
Dirk ran up to her as the last pirate between them expired. With one hand he cut her bonds with his knife, glad now he had brought it clenched in his teeth, even though his gums would never be the same again.
“Dirk, oh Dirk!” she cried, finally free as a new wave of pirates ran up to meet them. But Vera's legs betrayed her, and she fell as the boat buckled beneath them on a swell. Dirk was there for her, catching her as she swooned with one of his massive, muscular arms while parrying and thrusting with the other until none stood before him.
He swung Vera around, sword clattering to the floor as his other sword stood to attention. His hands roamed her body. Manic with lust, he wanted to touch every part of her at once, but especially the part of her with breasts.
“Dirk,” Vera gasped. “Take me right here. Claim me atop the bodies of your enemies! Make your victory over them complete!”
Dirk’s crew members shared an uncomfortable glance.
“Oh, my darling,” said Dirk, gently laying a hand on the side of her face while the other delved presumptuously under her tattered skirts. “Let us make love with a passion never seen before on the open sea-”
The boat shuddered beneath them violently and Vera was torn from his grasp. Dirk was thrown to the ground as the planks heaved upward with a thunderous splintering. A mighty roar shook the air. Dirk staggered quickly to his feet, breeches unfastened, but swords at the ready.
It was a bear.
“Watch out, Dirk!” yelled Vera, who was sprawled across the decking.
But Dirk did not have time to listen. The sea bear dropped to all fours next to the ragged hole it had torn in the deck of the ship. It charged with deceptive speed; its hind leg, carved from a gnarled hunk of driftwood, hammered against the boards of the ship as it barreled toward him like an inexorable juggernaut of highly improbable destruction.
The trained mercenary crew was nowhere to be found; Dirk had no choice but to face the dreaded beast alone. He let loose his own battle cry and, suffused with rage, charged barehanded at his new enemy. The bear, also barehanded, but also bear handed, was at a significant advantage, and slashed viciously with his claws. Blood flew through the air as Dirk was raked across his virile, muscular chest. Vera let out a gasp and hid her eyes.
Dirk struggled to land a blow, but he seemed unable to damage the beast. With every swipe of his attacker fresh wounds opened on his body. The bear’s oppressive weight bore down on him now, and he could not escape even if he wanted to. Desperate, he was running out of options.
But Dirk was a man of many strengths, and he drew upon a deep reserve of inner rage. From beneath the bear’s hairy chest where he was trapped, he looked at Vera. Lovely, helpless Vera. It triggered a change in him, unleashing his secret weapon. He ceased his attempts to land blows on the bear and instead grasped handfuls of its hair. His turgid member, now hard and throbbing from gazing upon Vera’s disheveled and vulnerable body, began thrusting.
At first the bear was perplexed by what was happening. Yet soon it began to feel the furious pounding of Dirk’s nether onslaught. The bear struggled to break free, but Dirk was a man driven by desire. Once he began, no force on earth could have stopped the thunderous hammering of his rod. Again and again he thrusted, stabbing into the bear as it growled in anger and pain. Dirk penetrated deeper and deeper, until he unleashed his seed deep within the bear’s vital organs.
Dirk grunted in orgasmic triumph and shoved the bear’s defeated body off of him. He stood there glistening in the sunlight, still erect and dripping with semen and bear blood as he roared his defiance at the world.
Vera had never loved another man more.