Tempest of Destiny - Part 3: An Erotic Pirates Tale

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2:38 them or when they are. Before they sail into the fog, they must come up with a plan to deal with the past, to deal with the future, to deal with Now. Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. Your destination for sale, your stories, sensual satisfaction and finger looking good fantasies. Now I do hope you'll laying on your bed, your ear butts are in your clothes, I'll loosened.

3:17 Just go ahead and close your eyes for me. Just surrender to the pleasure of my voice caressing over and inside you. And when you're ready to surrender to me, just go ahead and take a nice deep breath and hold it for a moment and then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress. For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice. This is your time, your time to relax, in your time for sensuous satisfaction as you listen to my voice and hear the story a resonate through your money as you enjoy tonight's show. The silence failed William and Catherine as they stared at the bank of fog that clouded Port Talbot. You do realize his causes a problem, Catherine eventually said, trying to rack her brains for a solution.

4:36 In what way? William replied, never moving his eyes from the sea. Well, you can't walk through Port Talbot naked, whatever year it is, she said. William just shrugged his shoulders dismissively, as if that really wasn't an issue, not the first time, he mumbled. Ignoring him, Catherine continued, And what about the boat, she said, her voice becoming stern.

5:08 What will happen if it is seventeen hundred and we sell into port in a modern yacht? How would they react? William turned and gave her a stern look before saying they would probably hang you as a witch, and I will plead you cast a spell on me, he said in an absolutely matter of fact way. Catherine opened and closed her mouth several times before eventually saying, with irritation dripping from every word, what's your solution, then, Captain Blackhart, same as every other time I've been in a hole.

5:46 Steal another boat, he said, flippantly, his deep blue eyes. Unmoved by his suggestion. And how do we go about stealing another boat, Catherine said, shell shocked by the path of his suggestion. Well, generally I sail up to them, leap aboard, and flash my cutlass a few times, then agree with the crew. They can stay and get a share of our wealth, or they can leave and swim, he said, putting his hands on his hips and grinning widely.

6:21 Captain Blackhart, you may not have noticed, but you are naked, and as impressive as your hard cock is, I wouldn't call it a lethal weapon, Catherine said, glaring at the naked pirate. Well, Siren, I was steal their cutlasses first. Do it at night when they're all too drunk to know which way is port and which is starboard, he said, winking at her especially with a siren with me, they'll think it's a devil himself. Catherine had to admit it almost sounded like it could work. Besides we she really couldn't come up with anything better. And what if it's not seventeen hundred Port Talbert, Catherine asked, desperately, trying to find a chink in his plan. Then we wore up for the night, and in the morning, you go find

7:14 me some clothes, he said, flatly. Okay, what happens when we have the boat, Catherine ventured, pushing further into the rabbit hole. Then we sail into Port Talbert and I go and see the governor and get an even larger ship with a crew and chase those bilge rats down, he said, his hands bawling into this. And what about me, Catherine asked, her concerns suddenly apparent. Well, you can join the crew, siren. What about that legend about women being a board a ship naked, Catherine asked, and the image of her naked and surrounded by hundreds of frustrated seamen filled her mind. The thought she wasn't sure she liked or not. William just grinned at her in a way that was beginning to concern her. Settling down on the bench,

8:16 she simply said, nothing we can do before nightfall. You may as well rest and get your strength back. Catherine just stared at him as he closed his eyes. He was right on that one thing, but her mind was played with worry overstealing another ship. She tried to sleep, but the fear of what they were going to do woke her every time she drifted off. This was madness.

8:44 She looked at her cellphone, desperate for it to spring to life, but it hadn't more since the storm. Like everything else, she had reasoned it was the static in the air, but the more she thought about it, she doubted it. Eventually, the last light of the sun vanished over the horizon, and the darkness of night veiled the sky.

9:12 With a surprisingly quiet stealth, William raised the anchor and sails. The breeze was gentle, but strong enough to move the yart through the tide of the ocean, the gentle lapping of the water against the hull the only suggestion of their movement. Slowly they headed towards the wall of sea fog and whatever hell may lay within. Somewhere in the darkness, a bell chimed coldly. A ship was moored at sea and seemed to be silent apart from the sound of the bell. William was suddenly next to Catherine and whispered, of a target. Let's hope it isn't a naval ship.

10:05 Pulling the cell round, he guided the yacht toward the chime. The dark silhouette of the ship loomed over them. As they approached. William whispered, it looks like a sloop. When we get alongside, grabbed the Jacob's ladder and secure us against her. Don't speak another word until we're on deck. Catherine nodded nervously. Shit, this was really happening, she thought, her body trembling with excitement and nerves. The ship creaked as they moved alongside. After several failed attempts, Catherine managed to grab the Jacob's ladder while it bounced annoyingly against the hull in the tidal movement. Quickly, she tied ropes between the ships and assuring they floated as one. William lowered the sail silently and then joined her at the

11:05 edge of the sloop. Grabbing the rope ladder, he started to climb it quietly. Presumably expecting Catherine to follow the oak color of the ship, and groaned ominously as they reached the scuppers peering through the deck high holes and the ship was ominously empty. Boarding the neck, they paused for a moment, expecting an onsort of pirates to appear, but nothing happened. William whispered, I hear something aft, and with that he vanished into the dark, returning a few minutes later and dressed and carrying a cutlass. A devilish smile adorned his face, made more ominous by the faint light offered by the crescent moon. And the crew went into Port Talbot when the storm started, and left two cabin boys to guard the ship, he said, passing her

12:10 a small pile of clothing and a cutlass. Catherine just stared at the clothes and sword in his hand before asking and what happened to the cabin boys? I told them there was a dress siren aboard, and they decided to swim for their lives, he said, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. Eyeing him suspiciously, Catherine took the clothes, undressing.

12:37 She realized William was watching her naked form in the moonlight. Looks like we have a new ship, William said, loosening the ties on his pants. That means we should christen it. Catherine looked down the moonlight danced over his glistening erection. Oh, she replied, you should be a virgin, really, he said, taking a step forward, removing the clothes from her unresisting hand and letting them fall to the deck, pulling her tightly against him. The strength of his body pressed along her nakedness, her pussy already aching with need just at the feeling of his proximity. He is a fantasy, culminating on her clip, forcing her to throb intensely. His lips devoured hers, their tongues entangled with the force of their passion,

13:42 Turning her around, bending over his colt, pressing between her thighs, teasing at her wet faughts. She already felt a pussy clutching for his erection, throbbing with need, thrusting her lips sucked at his cock as it eased easily inside of her, Catherine's passion dripping down his balls. My ass is still virgin, she said, shocked by the words coming out of her mouth, Pulling his cock back from her pussy. He guided it into a rosette, pushing slowly. The cream from her sex smeared over his length as her ass eased around his girth.

14:31 The sting of pain was slowly transforming into a pleasure as her tightest muscle relaxed. William's hand grasped at her hips as his thrust became more intense, pressing deeper inside her, pleasure swelling inside, forcing low guttural moans to drop from her lips, the pulsing length of his cock pressing along her glands, her body trembling with desire, reaching her hand between her thighs, her fingers exploring her clid, rubbing it furiously as her ass pushed back against him, her body erupting with her unexpected climax, trembling along his cock, forcing his own burning orgasm to explode inside her ass. His cock dropped from the grip of her trembling body as he stood back, watching her mildly shocked, he pulled his

15:35 pants back up. Standing shakly, Catherine panted gently as a warm glow moved over her body. Stealing sharp from the intensity of the moment and what she had just volunteered. She picked up her clothes from the deck and looked at them in the moonlight. Fortunately, they were bagging and neel fitting, not at all the stylish pirate clothes she had imagined being a teenager, and the smell on the closer was putred. They had obviously never been washed, nor their wearers. She was willing to bat. Pulling the pants up, she wished she'd worn some more sensible panties, or any at all. The shirt was backing enough to hide the curves of her bress, which thankfully had never been voluptuous, something she hated when she was younger, but right now

16:32 she was grateful for. William stepped forward out of the shadows and looked at her for a moment before grabbing a handful of her hair and then running the cutlass through it. Handfuls of her locks fell into the shadows of the deck, removing the last hint of her femininity. Nodding appreciatively, William stood back, saying, know your pass from lad The question, William, when we get to Port Talbot, where these other pirates have gone, how do we explain to them that we are on their ship? Well as pirates in dog they will have been drinking solidly since the storm yesterday. The ones that haven't been killed in fights have probably been arrested. The others will be up to their balls in the hoarse or sleeping off the

17:28 grog in a gutter. Eager innt at her pleasantly, amused by the shocked look on her face. All romantic notions Catherine had about pirates was slowly disappearing. There were a lot more rudeimentary than she had fantasized about as a teenager. We're sail into Poort Talbot at the break of dawn. We will be leaving on another ship by dusk, he announced triumphantly. But we do need to get rid of your boat. As beautiful as she is, she could cause problems, he said, in a matter of fact tone. Catherine could only respond with a sullen Oh, it made sense, she knew it did, And yes, the boat would certainly have raised questions and could cause a lot of problems from what she knew of the period. They would jump at,

18:25 pointing fingers at Witchcraft as her first and only answer. Watching William descend the Jacob's ladder down into the darkness, she watched over the side until he appeared again. Won't it just drift into Port Talbot on the tide, she asked. William's cutlets glinted in the moonlight as he said, not with a hole in her hull, she won't. Catherine was suddenly glad for the dark night, the pain that she knew was obvious in her face, and the tears that stung at her eyes. She knew now she was never returning home. Her life was here now she was the one that was imprisoned. She sat quietly watching the moonlight dance over the sea for the rest of the night, wanting to be alone in her grief for a life she had yet to live. Eventually, the first fingers of

19:30 sunlight extended over the horizon, and Catherine wiped away the remaining tears, turning her painfully aching eyes. She watched William as he raised the anchor before she called out, are we able to sell this ship on our own? It's only small and we're only going into port. We will be good for that, William replied as he raised the main cel. The canvas on the boom blowed majestically in the morning sun, the wind filling his proud jest as a small ship glided towards a dispersing fog bank the wooden buildings of Port Talbot, emerging through the gray mist.

20:20 Seeing it for the first time, it seemed so different from the Port Tobbot she knew and loved. As they approached the key, people seemed to be crowded at the port. Even though it was a lot smaller than the place she had left, It seemed busier and certainly smellier, dirtier. Go some mooring rope, William called to Catherine. As they approached the wooden pier. Catherine ran to the port side of the ship and grabbed the thick rope, launching it over the side of the vessel onto the pier. Somewhere beneath the lad grabbed the rope and secure with the small ship to the pier as it slowed against the lord, both peer and ship creaking with the movement to their timbers and the aft laid. William called out, obviously enjoying

21:15 the role play that was spontaneously being choreographed between them, glaring at him as she moved to the aft side of the ship. She cast the second mooring rope over the side of the vessel and watched as it was pulled tight. The ship eventually settled, and William left the will to face Catherine. I'm going to call you, Charlie, to save any questions, and just in case anybody recognizes the ship, you are to come with me to the Governor's office. Catherine was offered no chance to respond before William started pushing the gang plank out and walking onto the pier. As Catherine followed, her legs suddenly felt unsteady on the pier, the sudden lack of tidal movement sending her off balance. A man who had obviously been to

22:09 one too many theater outfitters approached him briskly. Overdressed for the peer, he called out, Captain Blackhart, we didn't expect you so soon. Is face full of concern? My crew mutiny, the bill drats. I need to see the governor to protect the king's treasure, William said, hurrying along the pier. Rats and children scattered as the overdressed man cantered to keep up with William, following him up to a large building at the edge of the port. Running up the stairs, a man eventually wreathed, please stop, Captain Blackheart, at least let me announce you William stopped, obviously remembering this was civilization and he should really obey some rules. Taking a moment to regain his breath, the man eventually said thank

23:07 you and pushed the large open door in front of them open. Stepping through, he called out Captain William Blackheart and mate, before bowing and gesturing them inside. Catherine followed William into the room beyond the door, her gaze drifting over the paintings that occupied every square inch, paintings that were probably worth more than the entire city of Port Talbot. Eventually, a voice, dripping with selfish intent, came from a man sat behind an ornate desk. Distracted by the magnificent artwork, Catherine hadn't noticed him at all until now. Her jaw dropped in amazement as she stared at the face of a man she had seen in a hundred times, if not more. Admiral to Tondra, my crew mutinied over the

24:07 division of our last trove. I seek a naval vessel to recover my ship the trove and dispense with the traitors. William bart, his voice inviting no discussion. Admiral D'tndra studied Catherine for a long moment, his face a mask of curiosity. Of course, Captain, we can't have crews deciding what happens to the King's gold, the admiral said, his voice quiet, almost distracted as he stared at Catherine. Tell me who is your mate's captain, he eventually said, as if woken from a dream. William looked back at Catherine, his expression almost surprised to see her. They're at all this is Charlie, Admiral.

25:02 He's new Charlie looked strangely familiar, almost like my door to Charlotte, the admiral said. William looked back to Catherine, his eyes are widened with the realization of a resemblance. Refocusing, he turned back to the admiral and said, oh, no person could match the beauty of your daughter, Sir, quite the admiral said, suspiciously. This ship you need and how many crew fifty from the change will be fine. Demand her again, William said, quickly, aware something was going on he had no control over. Bring back the trop quickly.

25:49 There are many investments we need to make to further the King's position, the admiral said, waving them away, but his eyes of a leaving Catherine it surprised Catherine how quickly a ship could be found and manned. But there again, they were in a naval port surrounded by pirate waters, so probably needed to be quickly to guard the ship they bought. It was large by anyone's mark, discipline, Men in uniform man the ship, working quickly and efficiently. The feeling of regiment was everywhere. You looked, quite different from William's cavalier approach to sailing. A broad man approached and taking off his trike on hat, he saluted. He and William stood for a moment, as if sizing each other up.

26:44 Captain Bowder, the man said, sternly, just awaiting your crew, and then we should ready to sail. Very good, Captain William replied, ushering Catherine over to a quiet spot on the deck. So what was all this about with the governor, he whispered curtly. You look the image of his daughter. I think he's my great great great grandfather or something.

27:15 But my grandfather was out to see all the time. He founded Port Talbot from the wealthy, captured from the Spanish and the Portuguese when they were on route back to Europe. Well, he may be some distant relative but he's never stepped aboard a ship since he arrived. He gets the likes of me to collect the gold, which we get his share of, obviously in the King's name, of course, he said, laughing. Catherine realized it was the first time she heard him laugh. It was a deep and beautiful laugh. She just wished it have been about something else in her family. The sounds of metal cut through their conversation as men boarded the deck, there wrists and ankles clad in iron manacles. William returned to the gangplank,

28:09 Catherine watching him as he took an oath from each man, sealing it with a grog of rum from the barrel on the deck. A couple of the men refused to take the oath and were quickly dispensed over the side of the ship. Eventually, William returned to Catherine as the crew were put into the kiln. Catherine's jaw was open in shock as she managed, you can't use criminals as crewmen.

28:37 William just stared at her, incredulous. Best, crewman, you can get stay here and die, or come with me and have a chance to make money. Even the movement to the ship as it left Key failed to break the look on her face. Captain Bewder gave her a look as if she was plainly mad. When he walked up to speak to William. Any idea where we are going? Captain, he asked, Puerto Rico. They will try and meete up with the Portuguese navy to avoid the gallows. They are only a couple of days ahead, so we'll catch them without issue. The canvas on the cells below to life as the voices of the officers carried across the deck, the ship pitching forward as it crafted its path majestically through the sea. It was just a matter of days

29:30 before their goal was sighted on the horizon. Two hundred mariners line the ship, ready to attack the prey. They were quickly approaching beneath deck. There was a loud, rumbling sound they vibrated through the ship as the cannons were readied and gliding past the ship. They fired two shots behind them and then to in front, both pairs of shots narrowly missing the ship, the vibrations of the cannon sending a shudder through the timbers, the air filling with the stench of gunpowder. William grinned they were caught. They can either man the selves and try to escape, from which they have no chance of or they can mand the cannons, which will result in them visiting Davy Jones's locker this day, and their only chance of survival is

30:23 to surrender and negotiate over the gold. The naval ship turned and bolt herself around alongside the pirate ship again, which had slowed to drift on the tide. An officer called out from the naval vessel, follow us to the island Baranthus, where we will negotiate your surrender. Drop your flag to accept, or we will sink you. Now. After what seemed like forever, the flag of the pirate ship dropped and they trailed the naval canyon to the aisles she had first met William. William insisted she come with him, along with Captain Bowder and his mate. He felt uneasy leaving her aboard a ship full of hungry seamen. She felt conspicuously out of place. Aboard the long rowboat heading toward the island, twenty marines stood armed either side of

31:19 her and William. Catherine still couldn't quite come to terms with how this all worked. She stepped out of the boat and once again her feet felt the security of the golden sand. The negotiations for the surrender were between Captain Bowden and the pirate. It didn't seem to take long before the group broke up. Captain Bowden walked back over the sand towards William and Catherine. He took a breath before saying, though they have surrendered, we will remove the trove and the crew from ship for transportation back to Port Talbot, where they will stand trial. Your new crew will be installed on your ship once the old crew has been removed. Do you wish to come now or wait until the mutineers have been removed? He asked,

32:13 I'll wait. Just fire a cannon shot and I'll row out, William replied. They watched as a single longboat departed the beach toward the naval galleon. Well, that will take a few hours for them to move all that gold, he said, turning to Catherine, his fingers running through her hair. Their gaze is melting into each other's before they leaned in and their lips connected. Suddenly, the stress of the day transformed into passion. Catherine's hands lifted William's shirt and pulled it over his head, her hands dropping over the firm muscles of his chest. Her fingers traced scars, her lips secured over his nipple, biting it gently. She teased it with her tongue and pleased by the low groans. Leaving his lips hurriedly, William pulled Catherine's shirt over her head,

33:19 breaking his hands over her back. Her head moved back over his chest, her hands fumbling with the ties on his pants, eventually releasing them and letting them fall to the ground. Her hand molding around his hard cock, she stroked it firmly before pushing him back onto the soft sand, releasing her own hands. Stepping free, she knelt over William's thighs.

33:49 The tension in his strong muscles pushed against her pussy. Catherine moaned gently, pushing her clip along his thigh, spread her pleasure up and down his length while she stroked his erection. William pushed his sigh up against her pussy, her folds sliding up and down his muscles, her throbbing with need, pressing her other hand on his chest, clutching in his hair, trying to steady herself as her orgasm grew.

34:23 The sun caressing over her naked breast. The spray of the sea, kissing her nipples as she raised her head, her thighs tightening her pussy clutching as she rode along his thighs, her fingers gripped tighter around his girth, squeezing him tightly, her moans becoming growls, William's hands grasping her breast, painfully palming them, massaging them. Suddenly, Catherine felt the control of her orgasm slip away as she trembled along his legs, pulling his name as her core trembled violently, her orgasm exploding through every inch of her body. In the midst of her climax, Catherine grabbed his cock and guided her pussy over it, sliding him inside her, still trembling sex pressing down. The waves of her orgasm rippled along his

35:22 girth as sea stretched her lips, the sensation accelerating her orgasm. She pounded down onto his cock, mercilessly pile driving her pussy up and down his erection, wave after wave of orgasm exploding through her body as she clutched at his cock, with him's fingers digging into her breast, clutching at them as he bucked against her, driving his cock even deeper, even harder inside her. Suddenly, his cock exploded with hot semen filling her pussy, completing her sad satisfaction. Pulling her pussy off his erection, she secured her lips around his still pulsing shaft and draining him of every drop of his cum, Enjoying the taste of their pleasures mixing into one.

36:19 William moaned hoarsely as the pulsing slowed. Lifting her head, she wiped the trace had come from her chin as she smiled at him, her body glowing with satisfaction. They lay on the beach, enjoying the warmth of the sun caressing their bodies. William eventually whispered, I have an idea, Gatherine just whispered, go on, as her fingers played with his chest hair. What if I set up a small community of traders here. We could work with Port Talbot for protection, but it would be a good stopping off point for traders that may not want to go through the legalities of Port Talbot. That sounds like a great idea, Catherine said, wondering if they could make it real. I petition the governor as soon as we get to Port Talbot,

37:20 William said, his voice drifting off into the dreams of the future. So I hope you've enjoyed that story. So next week, another story. So I look forward to getting you back into bed again, then when we can get wild all over again. But until then, and always with your pleasure in mind, this is Devil in Wild, wishing you solacious dreams as you have enjoyed tonight's story. Take one moment right now and download the Central Awakenings app to ensure your ongoing pleasure free from the risk of censorship by the Puritan view. You can find the links in this show's notes or by visiting wildibed dot com.