Page 87 of A Flash of Golden Fire

I blinked in confusion and then obeyed.

“Oh, fuck me. Look at that hole. Wet with my spunk.” He inhaled a shuddering breath as he reached down and played with the juices there. I gasped and squirmed with pleasure and the thrill of debauchery. “Well filled, but there’s room for more. Don’t fucking move.”

He got off the bed as I lay there, spread wide for him and anyone else who might walk in.

*

Luckily, nobody disturbed me but the captain when he arrived back and made good on his word.

As theArrowmade our way toward the island of Tortuga over the following week, the captain took his pleasure—and I got mine—several times.

Hillier had also begun to teach me the art of wielding a cutlass. However, after a few close calls we determined that we couldn’t risk the loss of another quartermaster, and my lessons were ended, much to his relief. I was good with my knife and, of course, I had my magic.

The winds and the weather held, and by the time the moon had shifted into another phase, we drew near to our destination.

“Rooster,” Captain Martin said with excitement after pushing open the door to his rooms, where I was renewing my battle with the persistent dust—where was the stuff coming from? “Rooster, you must come and see.”

“See what?” I asked, jutting out my lip to puff a blast of air at my damp forelock. “Is there an orgy?”

He barked a laugh, but came in and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of his rooms—our rooms, I supposed they were by now—and up the steps to the deck.

“There had better be an orgy. I was right in the midst of—”

And then I caught sight of the turquoise water and the green and verdant island jutting up from the ocean like the shell of a monstrous turtle.

“Is that Tortuga?” I asked, in tones that expressed my awe of the island’s beauty.

“Turtle Island. Yes, that’s her. Isn’t she beautiful?”

Men were gathered along theArrow’srail, looking at the white sand and grey rocks and the miles and miles of green trees.

“Well,” I said, folding my arms along the rail and giving the island a quizzical stare. “Doesn’t look very civilized. We’ll get lost in all that jungle!”

He laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. We’re not straying from the port town of Cayonne, which is just around the bend there. The village is somewhat more civilized than that jungle, at least in some respects.”

“Oooh, that sounds lovely. Do we have time for a quick romp though?”

“Gods, Rooster, you’re utterly insatiable.”

“Well? Do we?”

We did have time, in fact. We left Hillier to manage and disappeared into the half-dusted depths of the captain’s rooms, not coming up for air until Dinesh had fucked me twice and spent all over my face.

He sucked me until I spent all over my belly and chest, then passed me a handkerchief to wipe off. Ever the gentleman.

“I see you’ve succeeded in marking me as your own as we are about to head amongst vagabonds of all nations.”

“Yes,” he agreed, eyeing me with satisfaction. “You’ll likely hold my scent for a while.”

I rolled my eyes. “Is it too late to call for a bath?” I asked, using the handkerchief to give myself a cursory clean.

“Entirely. Do your best with the cloth and the washbasin if you must. But hurry.”

“Why? Am I really coming with you?”

“Of course. You’re my right-hand man, aren’t you?”

I blinked, stunned. “I thought that was pretend.”

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