The Whore, the Knights & the Librarian

Marie Haine is thirteen summers and the youngest daugther of the Duke and Duchess of Pretonia. She is newly betrothed to the King of The Moonlight Isles and will be his 9th wife. Rumours are that King Francis XVIII has killed and devoured Marie's predecessors but her parents insist that she must go through with the marriage. They have gone so far as to lock her in her room - guarded day and night - because the last time they tried to wed off a daugther, she fled and vanished. Now Marie's three brothers Nikolaii, Cesare and Peter travel to her missing sister - who is now Captain of one of the most infamous pirate ship in The Five Seas - to get her help and free Marie from her nearly sealed destiny. NB! I am writing this for ma'self, and there currently isn't anyone else who reads this so as the lazy person I am I haven't editted any of it. Should there at some point be someone out there who actually reads this and actually cares about whether it's editted... then please do tell me!

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3. The Story of a Whore

Author's note: I will dedicate the chapter to you who finds my Doctor Who reference! ( ´ ▽ ' )ノ

Seth's POV

I woke up just after sunrise. I was laying in bed moving my hands around searching, looking for her. Empty. I was alone the bed and that was when I remembered. She was hunting. I let out a big sigh. It had been two days and I missed her so much it hurt. Pathetic. Befuddled I sat up and looked around the big suite. It had been her  room ever since she first sat her foot inside Bertha's bar, I had moved in a few years back shortly after we met. Still a bit groggy I got up. I wasn't wearing anything. I was completely and utterly naked. Still it took me some time to find something clean to wear, why was it that I turned into such a mess whenever she left?

When I opened the door and entered the bar I found Bertha standing behind the counter. She gave me one of her big warm smiles that seemed to make all my worries disappear, I smiled back sarcasticly.

Bertha was a short busty woman with a plethora of red curls and freckles though she could still pack a mean punch if needed. Nobody crossed Bertha. The place was already buzzing with activity. Some of the men had just come in to get a good and healthy breakfast while others looked like they'd been here all night. I sat at my regurlar spot and tried to relax. After a short while Bertha arrived carrying my breakfast.

"Ye look like ye just got dragged in here by the damn cat, love. 'Ya' alright?" she looked at me perturbed for a minute before settling in beside me. The big plate of eggs and bacon she had been holding was now on the table in front of me. 

"Narh" I exclaimed doubtfully, "just a bit tired, I guess. Nothing one of your plates can't handle" I smiled as convincingly as I possibly could. 

"Well, at any rate ye better recover quickly if ye wanna earn some dubloons. Big Carl's been here all mornin' askin' fer ya"

"As usual" I said.

"As usual" she looked at me one last time before leaving the table to shout at some drunkards who apparently were fighting over some slut in the corner of the bar - a big circle of people standing beside them shouting encouraging words. 

I ate in silence before returning to my room to prepare for work. I had never enjoyed being a bedslave and yet now that I was finally a free man I couldn't stop. Fucking was the only thing I knew how to do. I was a zero and after four years I still didn't understand why she stayed with me.

Most of my life had evolved around sex and how to please. After eighteen years in the industry I was one of the best, though I had never found any pleasure in sex with other men. Today I danced for money. Stripped if you will. Big Carl was a regurlar and had been for the last ten years or so. He paid good money, money I didn't need and yet needed more than anything. It was so easy for her to pay for all this. It also made me feel disposable so I tried to help financially in the only way I  knew how to. She often told me that I didn't need to do these things but she never pressured me very much. In some ways she seemed to understand how I felt and accepted it as a part me.

"Ahoy Seth. Ye look georgeous. Wanna fuck?"

"You know I don't do that anymore, Carl"

"Come on Seth, ye be knowin' me! Jolly ol' Carl. Give a tired scurvy dog somethin', please - just a tiny wee blowjob? She can't keep ye under lock like that it ain't fair!"

"She's paying for the privilege, honey, so sorry"

"Paying fer th' privilege... wit' who's dubloons might I ask?"

I sighed... we had this discussion almost every day, "I'll give you a show, love. Can't do no more than that"

"Oh alright then. Stubborn mule" Carl scowled half-hearted and I laughed before taking his hand and showing him into one of the fuck-rooms. Carl was an old man. Sixty summers at the very least, wrinkled and whitehaired. He liked it normal and he prefered young men - not boys. I liked him for that. He gave me a nice sum of money and left satisfied after the dance. I took a few other customers after that, not many. It all went pretty fast and afterwards I chose to take a little break. 

"What be ye doin', tramp!? I bin waitin' fer an hour fer ye to finish 'n now ye say ye're takin' a break. That's not fuckin' right, ye little bitch. Ye wee scallywag" it was one of Rauge's crewmembers, a little ratfaced man with wide eyes and thick glasses. It was well-known that I never dance for Rauge's crewmembers and he was still here. Probably sent here to pick a fight.

"Relax, dude. I'm the one running this show and when I say I'm on break then I'm on break. Pronto?" I stared at him signalling that I really didn't give a fuck about what he had to say. This seemed to agitate him a great deal because he sprung up and looked like he was ready to fight for his right to fuck me. I kept staring at him not moving at all.

"Fuck off, Joe. Ya know, I don't tolerate any of ye cocksuckers in me' shop so don't come 'ere startin' fights!" Bertha had jumped in between the ratfaced man (apparently named Joe) and I. 

He grunted but didn't seem to think fucking me was worth starting a fight with Bertha. He and his compagnons got up and left.

"Sorry about that, Bertha"

"Never ye mind, darling. He always finds some reason to fight. Here, le'me give ye a nice big cuppa' ale" she said tossing me a bottle.

"Thanks" I opened it and took a few drags. It was midday and time for lunch but I really wasn't that hungry so I ended up just sitting there looking at the people coming and going.

"Daaarling, I'm hooome!" all the men in the bar hooted because that was the sound of the Captain coming back from her trip with sacks of freshly killed meat. Those words meant that there was gonna be a feast tonight. I felt my heartrate fasten and a smile spread across my face.

When she entered through the door all bloody and redfaced carrying a 100 pound deer I almost wet myself with excitement. I only now realized just how much I had missed her. She looked at me, threw the deer on the nearest man and took two steps into my outstretched arms. Our lips interlocked in a ferocious kiss that caused most of the men to howl and whistle. 

"GET A ROOM!" someone shouted and we reluctantly pulled apart. Dash beaming with love looked at me and gave me a tiny kiss on the nose before turning around to address her crew, most of her body still entertwined with mine. Her two capuchins Cassie and Gabe crawled up her slim body and settled on her shoulders looking rather offended about the lack of attention.

"BEER TO EVERYONE" she screamed and was met with loud expressions of love. Half of her crew saw her as the daughter they'd never had and the other half would give anything to fuck her, common to all was that they loved her. She grinned back at them as Bertha gave out cups of ale to everyone, "AND FIND GABE AND CASSIE SOME FRUIT AS WELL THEY'RE BEGINNING TO LOOK RATHER UPSET", the men laughed. 

"I AM BACK AND WITH JOYOUS NEWS" a silence fell over the bar as everyone was eager to what she had to say, "MAYDAY IS COMING UP AND I WISH FOR A CELEBRATION BIGGER AND BETTER THAN ANY EVER SEEN IN RATTER'S BAY. ARE YOU READY?"

"AYE" came the answer,

Dash snickered and continued, "I want the Weeping Angel and the Funny Whore back at sea. Your job'll be to rob the upcoming caravan of tradeships. Bring back everything worthy of such a glorious feast!" she was once again met with cheers and laughs, "and Bertha if you please I would be  very grateful if you would prepare the deer, do not hesitate in any way the men has deserved something good."

"Aye Captain", she said with a flicker of amusement.

"LET THE LAST NOTE BE THAT ANYONE WHO DARE AROUSE ME BEFORE THIS DAMN DEER IS READY WILL DIE A VERY PAINFUL DEATH" everyone in the room laughed and hooted. Dash smirked and turned to me, "what hav..." I swallowed her words with my mouth, our tongues touching playfully.

"I've missed you" I whispered in between the kisses.

"I would've missed me too" she breathed, "I am fabulous"

I laughed silently kissing her cheeks and nose, "don't get too cocky, love", she grinned and pulled me closer. How we had managed to find our room remains a mystery, not that I even care. "I love you", she muttered. I smiled and found back to her luscious lips. She was so beautiful. I grazed her neck and nipped at her ear. My chest was bare even though I did not recall taking off my shirt. She grabbed my hair and gasped. For a few short seconds we were one before simultaneously letting out a shriek of mutual love and pleasure. Later I found myself dozing off beside her, the warmth from her naked body  against my chest, "I love you too" I whispered and closed my eyes.

"CAP'N! Th' deer be ready" there was a loud banging on the door and Dash grumbled with discontentment. I sat up groggily causing Dash to grumble even louder, "no, don't go. Stay here" she mumbled still half-asleep. I laughed silently, "there's a feast out there and you are needed".

"The men can handle themselves, I'm not their mother" she said slightly annoyed.

I frowned sardonically, "no, but you are their captain and being drunk with them is a part of your job"

"You're such a whore" she muttered throwing a pillow at me but missing by an inch.

I laughed, "not a very good aim, are ya'? Maybe this will help" I said and furiously began tickling her. She cracked up giggling like a madman, "no, please! I beg you, stop! STOP GODDAMMIT" she could barely speak for the laughter. "NO! Seth, Christ Seth. Stoo-op!"

"Only if you appoligize for throwing pillows at me"

She snorted, "alright, alright. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for throwing pillows at you. SOR-RY!"

I stopped and she took a big breath. "You're so stupid", she said tackling me down for a kiss.

"We better get up, love" I mumbled, "the men are waiting"

She stood up and pulled on one of my shirts. "Where are my pants?" I tossed them over and began dressing myself. 

The feast had already started and most of the men had already quite few glasses. We joined in and Dash commanded that music should be played.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. 
We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot. 
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. 
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. 
We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack. 
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 
Maraud and embezzle and even highjack. 
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. 
We kindle and char and in flame and ignite. 
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 
We burn up the city, we're really a fright. 
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 

We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villians and knaves. 
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 
We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs. 
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 

We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads, 
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads, 
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. 
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. 

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