I wrote this to embarrass my friend, who dislikes erotic romance, and my sister, who thinks that romance novels are embarrassing because of all the flowery language and “battle of the sexes” stuff. I wrote this specifically to push her buttons, and she thought it was quite funny… and embarrassing! Mission accomplished!
A Lady’s Honor, rated seriously R.
A Kat M. work of Embarrassing Erotica
Marie paced the tiny but luxurious quarters, unable to make out the muffled voices above. ˜Twas that odious captain and his first mate, she had no doubt of it, laughing and being merry on deck while she was trapped in this hell-hole down below.
Uttering an unladylike curse, she flung herself down on the large bed that dominated the room. It was surprisingly tidy, with silken sheets and a satin comforter in a respectable masculine burgundy color. The cabin would have been larger, but every surface available was crammed with books, and the man had obviously built more shelves into the wall.
Marie huffed and jumped up again. There was absolutely nothing to do here, except read, of course. Her fingers strayed to the leather strap holding the books into place. That was devilishly clever, she realized. Though they had been fortunate, she had no doubt that the storms would set everything topsy-turvy as waves and wind shook the ship.
She looked at her hand — there was a book in it. She had idly picked the buckle open and grabbed a red-covered, slim volume that looked well-worn. In her hands, it fell open to a creased page, and she let out a gasp. It was… it was wicked sin to read such works, she knew it, especially for one of her calling. She should shut the book immediately, and yet, her curiosity refused to let her hands perform the action of putting the book back on the shelf.
She turned to another page and gasped again. Surely, a man’s… manhood was not quite so large! Marie found she was alarmed. Her breath came more quickly, and she could not help but imagine Captain Alex in the place of the man on the page. The room grew dim as she focused on the drawings, one after another. She found herself lounging on the captain’s bed, piled high with silk, as she turned page after mesmerizing page.Suddenly, the door to the cabin burst open. Captain Alex stood in the doorway with a fierce scowl on his rugged face and his disorderly golden hair falling to his shoulders. “We near the island,” he rumbled. “And by the time we touch land, you’ll be mine.”
Marie thrust the book under her legs. “I… I don’t…”
“‘Tis the only way,” said Alex, slamming and locking the door. He strode up to her. “All ready for me, I see.”
“No, you beast!” Trembling, Marie lifted her hand to strike him, but he restrained her easily. To her horror, he started loosening his leather trousers right there and then. “Wait,” she cried.
He fixed her with a chilling stare. “Madam,” the captain said. “I do not think you know the danger you are in. If those men, and I use the term loosely, on the island discover you are unclaimed, there will be a high price on your head, and you will be in for unimaginable offenses on your person.” He yanked open a cabinet and swigged amber liquid straight from the bottle. “Now, unless you can think of some other person on our merry crew to claim you…”
Marie’s face was flushed and the room seemed to spin. “It’s just that I’ve never…”
“I am experienced enough to make it not unpleasant,” said Alex as he shrugged off his white shirt. Nodding at her, he said, “You should prepare yourself as well.”
Knowing he was right, Marie started on her buttons with trembling fingers. As she peeled off her dress, she wondered if the captain’s… manhood… would be as large as the ones in the book. If it were that large, would it even fit in those tight trousers? There hardly seemed enough room for even a normal-sized one. She stood up to let the dress slide off her quaking body and knocked something on the floor in the process. Oh no, the book!
Captain Alex bent down and picked it up. “What’s this?” He shot Marie a roguish grin. “So, not as innocent as you appear, Madam?”
“I was bored! You locked me in here with absolutely nothing to do-”
“So you chose this particular book to read? There are hardly any words!” Laughing, he flipped to a drawing. “I like this one, don’t you?”
Marie refused to look.
“Come now, it’s nothing you haven’t seen already.”
The knave was laughing at her! “I had no idea what that book was when I chose it.”
Carding his hand through his golden locks, the captain winked at her. “Oh, I believe you. You probably picked it because it was red and shiny, and not very thick.”
Marie knocked the book out of his hand and shoved him, making him tumble onto the bed. “I’m not stupid, I’ll have you know. I do know how to read.”
“Come here, little pet,” said the captain, patting his knee. When she made no move to obey, he pulled her down onto his lap. “We do need to get on with it.”
Marie shivered, feeling Captain Alex’s strong, hot legs through the thin muslin of her chemise. It was all very well for him to want to hurry. After all, he was a man. She was sure the whole encounter would be painful and humiliating for her. Still, he didn’t seem like a brute, just infuriating, and far too big for his tight leather britches. And so very large.
The captain began to stroke her bare shoulder as though gentling a spirited horse. Horrified, Marie realized that she was beginning to melt under his touch. A strange fire followed his fingers as they trailed up to her neck and to her cheek.
“Look at me, Marie,” he said in a hushed voice. When she did, he took possession of her innocent mouth.
With his tongue and firm lips, he forced her mouth open and his tongue entered. She could hardly breathe! The sensation was so odd, but it made her entire body ache for something she could not define. Just as she was going to beg him to stop, he broke away, panting, and stared deeply into her eyes.
Marie could not believe how wanton he had just made her feel. “Captain-”
“Alex,” he said, and slid her off his lap. Bending down, he grasped the hem of her chemise and started pulling it up. “We have no time to lose.”
Marie’s heart pounded furiously like a bird beating its wings against a cage. In just a few seconds, she would be completely exposed before a man. She never thought this would happen, not in a million years. Would the convent still accept her if she was no longer virgin? The chemise dragged over her head, and she stood as naked as the day she was born. Embarrassed, she crossed her arms, trying to hide her ample bosom.
“Do not hide yourself from me, my sweet,” said the captain, pulling her arms away to rest at her side. “But we should be even, do you not think so?” With that, he swiftly pulled his trousers off, revealing himself to her. “Go on, look your fill,” he said, smiling a little.
He was just an ordinary man, she thought with relief, though tall and powerful. His… manhood… wasn’t outlandishly huge; in fact, it looked quite average compared to the rest of him. The captain was well muscled from years of commanding his ship, and his chest had scars that no doubt came from lashings and knife fights. Hair sprinkled his torso and surrounded his engorged organ. Golden, like the hair on his head. His well-formed legs stood surely on the gently-swaying floor. Just a man, Marie told herself, as I am just a woman. Without knowing exactly what she was doing, she stepped closer so that her full breasts brushed his chest.
Captain Alex held her shoulders. “Aye, that’s the spirit,” he said, and kissed her again.
This time, Marie was ready for the devouring and participated with a courageous heart. The sensation of their two slippery tongues rubbing together was strangely alluring. Suddenly, she felt like she needed to press herself up against him, so she did, only to discover something trailing wetness against her stomach. “Eugh!” she screamed, jumping back.
“What is it?” asked Alex urgently.
“Something was on me, a slug!”
Alex stared at her in deep consternation. “There are no slugs aboard my ship, Madam.” Looking down at her, he started laughing heartily.
She stamped her foot. The knave was always laughing at her, and she was tired of it. “Stop that! I swear I’m telling the truth.”
Still laughing, he casually grasped his erect member and shook it. “This is your slug, Marie.” He touched the tip of it where clear fluid was leaking out.
Marie blushed a shade of scarlet that surpassed even roses. “O-of course,” she said weakly, feeling like a nervous fool. She wasn’t a baby, but nothing had ever prepared for the physicality of this act. She never had cause to give it any thought! Looking at his face, she saw that the captain looked slightly embarrassed as well, and she couldn’t help the giggles that escaped her. “I’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s just…” As a peace offering, she bravely reached out and encircled his organ. It was surprisingly rigid, but covered with velvet-soft skin at the same time. “It’s so hard,” she breathed. “Does it hurt?”
“Only when it goes unrelieved.”
“Oh.” She supposed she was the cause of the lack of relief, and she moved her hand softly. It wasn’t so frightening; indeed, it was strangely mesmerizing. As she explored his manhood with her hand, she started to feel an ache deep in her womanly core. A hand came over hers and made her still.
Alex shook his head. “If you continue with this, I will not be of much use to you.” He reclined on the bed and pulled her down on top of him. “But feel free to touch everywhere else all you like. I want you to feel at ease.”
She took him at his word. Curiously, she touched his flat, strong chest and his long arms. She even looked at each finger and compared the sizes of their hands. Trailing down his legs, furry with coarse blond hair, she stroked the bottoms of his feet and smiled when they twitched. Wriggling a bit, she slid up his body so that she could examine his face. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Alex was handsome in a common way, and his eyes were a coffee brown. His ears and neck were unremarkable in looks, though when she licked them experimentally, it earned her a squirm.
Alex shifted so that one of his thighs was between hers, and his solid erection brushed her hip. “Do you feel that, my lady?”
Marie was confused. She had lost all fear of his body, as was surely his objective. “Feel what?”
Giving her his typical grin, he pressed up subtly with his thigh, right against the junction betwixt her legs.
“Oh,” she gasped. The feeling was extraordinary, and instinctively, she rocked against him. “That feels marvelous.” It soothed the ache that had been present since she’d looked at that book, but made her want more at the same time.
“Doesn’t it, though? But there is more, and I fear I can wait no longer.” He lifted her up by the waist and set her on top of him. His member pressed against the front of the triangle of curls that guarded her purity. “Raise up a bit,” he said, guiding her.
She did as he asked, and his hot fingers touched the petals of her womanhood. “You’re quite ready,” she heard him say, but she could not respond. She was strangely pleasured by the feeling of being stroked where only she had ever touched before. To her embarrassment, fluid leaked from her, too, and she reached down to cover herself.
“No, don’t,” the captain said, voice hoarse and strained. “It means that you were made for love.”
Marie had no time to wonder what he said; the time had come. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, feeling strangely fulfilled. “There is no pain,” she said, though that ache was still present.
Alex started to move gently, slipping in and out of her. It hardly felt like anything at all, and that was maddening. She needed something more, and she moved urgently against him.
“Alex,” she whispered, seeking.
Alex’s eyes blazed, looking more like the demonic captain that she had expected. He flipped her over, overtaken by passion, and started pounding as though she were a ship’s doxy.
“Ah!” cried Marie at the sudden onlsaught of strength and passion. When the captain pulled back his strength, she wrapped her legs around him. “No, don’t stop!” Finally, the ache was being eased, though there was a curious tension in her body that wound her tighter and tighter. What was happening to her?
The captain gave a harsh, rumbling moan. “I fear I cannot hold back much longer,” he gasped.
Marie’s head tossed back and forth on the silken pillow with a strange restlessness. The ache in her flowering womanhood was strangely pleasurable, but she could not figure out what to do with herself. Her tiny fingers dug into the captain’s smooth, well-muscled shoulder.
“Come, Marie! Come now,” called Alex, his eyes shut tight.
Where am I supposed to go? she wondered. And then, Marie’s world exploded. Letting out a shriek, she felt her petals contract over and over around Alex’s member. She felt as though her soul had blasted apart and was raining down in golden drops. Above her, Alex shuddered and crammed himself in as far as he could, moaning. She knew what was happening; his seed was flowing into her, making her his.
As he sank onto her in a pleasure-laden stupor, Marie realized one thing: she could never give herself to God now, for she had already given herself, sinfully, to man.
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