Page 27 of Not Your Ordinary Shifter

I pushed the heavy wooden door open... and found myself back on the technicolor beach where I’d started this strange journey.

When I turned back to look at the door – and perhaps retreat through it – I saw only the vast ocean, its waves so perfect that each foamy crest was identical to its neighbor. “Shit,” I muttered. “Now I’m going to be stuck here for eternity.”

But, as I stood there on my new-found legs, I saw the water begin to churn, and soon, the (slightly) sinister figure of Trevor the pirate emerged from the waves and strode towards me over the sand.

“Ahoy! I spy a maiden ready to be ravished!” he bellowed.

Trevor obviously had watched countless Errol Flynn movies. I suppressed a giggle and began to run away from him, up the beach.

Trevor roared as he chased me, and I was able to conjure up my pirate fantasy as I raced towards the palm trees.

As I had always imagined, Trevor was dressed in his breeches and silver buttoned jacket, but I was nude. I was gasping by the time I reached the first palm tree, and he easily captured me in his arms.

“Oh no! Please! I’m a virgin!” I screamed.

“Not for long!” growled Trevor, as he whipped off his sash and tied my hands together behind my back. After winding the end of the sash around a palm tree, he began to unbutton his breeches. I tried to cross my legs, but his large hands forced them apart, and in a flash, his cock was pounding into my wet pussy. I screamed, but it was with excitement, as Trevor was obviously a master in the fine art of ravishing.

He grasped my nipples as he fucked me, pinching them so tightly I nearly came just from that sensation.

“Please? Mr. Pirate, please have mercy!” I begged.

“No mercy. I will have my way with you. I will take all of your virgin holes and fill them with my seed!”

I was looking forward to that! I not-so-subtly thrust my hips at him, and he increased his thrusting until the rough stem of the palm tree was abrading my back. When I yelped in earnest, Trevor stopped and untied the sash. He freed my arms, only to retie them in front of me and turn my body to face the tree.

“Brace yourself, wench!” he ordered, and I put my hands on the rough trunk. I also stuck my ass out as high and far as I could in an open invitation for him to reenter my needy pussy. He obliged, and it was glorious! I must have had a dozen orgasms. I came until I was hoarse from screaming.

“Now, I’ll take your beautiful little pucker!” the pirate declared, withdrawing from my pussy and giving me a love-bite on my neck.

“Oh,no! Please, Mr. Pirate, don’t do that! It will hurt so... bad.” I’d almost said ‘good,’ but remembered to change it just in time.

“You will learn to like it, wench. Remember, you are my slave, now.”

Trevor was thoroughly enjoying himself. I wondered if he’d had any theatrical training. His pirate act was quite convincing. I planned to ask him when we were back under the sea, but in the meantime, his huge wet cock slammed into my bottom, and I saw stars.

His hands roamed over my breasts, and one pinched my clit. “Yes! Just like that!” I screamed.

His big hand slapped my bottom. Hard.

“More!” I cried.

“You, Madam, are not in charge,” he growled and he paused in his thrusting to spank my bottom even harder.

I bit my lip to keep from directing him, as I wanted him to keep spanking, then fucking, then spanking me again. Trevor seemed to read my mind, and I almost lost it when he thrust three big fingers into my pussy at the same time his cock was railing my ass. Each thrust of his cock seemed to be deeper than the last one – my ass clenched on the enormous staff plundering it, and his fingers wiggled inside me in perfect harmony.

As he continued to ravish me, I remembered my fantasy of having more than one pirate in the scene, and I must haveinadvertently wished for it – there was suddenly a shout from behind us, and Trevor swore under his breath.

He withdrew from my ass and untied me so I was able to face the sea, and I saw another pirate trudging up the beach towards us.

“Greetings, Trevor,” the new pirate said. “I understand I’m needed?” He had an English accent.

“Not really,” said Trevor, “But if Audrey wished for you, you’re welcome to lend a hand... or a cock! Audrey, this is Elija. He’s also a pirate, and he seems to think he figures in your fantasies of Pirate Ravishment.”

“I’m sorry, Trevor,” I said. “I didn’t mean to suggest that you weren’t enough for me. I just remembered that I had fantasized about having more than one pirate, you know... to ravish me?”

“Your wish is our command.” Elija was wearing a tri-cornered hat, and he swept it off as he made a low bow, sticking his right leg forward in a perfect imitation of a courtier from the era of King Charles the First. I saw, to my astonishment, that it was a wooden leg! I tried to curtsy in response, but the sand and the fact that I was nude rather spoiled the effect, and I fell on my ass. I had to remember not to try to curtsy!

The two pirates picked me up and fussed over me in a very endearing and non-piratey way. They brushed the sand off my body, and soon, their hands began to explore the intimate parts of me, even as they asked me if I was okay.

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