Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret
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				Title: <strong>Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 01:46:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/black_pearl_at_sea.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Dirty Secret</span></strong><br>A quick, sturdy two-masted ship with two lower decks and dark blue sails, the better to sail undetected at night, and rows of oars on the bottom deck to enable a getaway on windless days.<br><br>The lowest deck is additionally the location of the brig and general storage, when fully stocked with ammunition and food, enabling a stay of perhaps two or three months at sea. Shackles line the oar ports, ensuring they can use their prisoners for labor if they need to make a getaway and are low on manpower. The middle deck holds the canon ports, four on each side, as well as the galley on the stern end, with the sleeping quarters for the crew and infirmary on the bow end.<br><br>The upper deck holds the navigation room directly below the poop deck, the captain's cabin below that, with a storeroom (complete with two canon ports facing forward) up under the forecastle deck. A pair of longboats, prepared for escape if the ship goes down, are strapped to the upper deck - though with a full crew, they would certainly not be enough to save every man. <br><br>(Ship schematics are examples only to make it easier to figure out where the rooms are - they are not accurate to this particular ship)<br>(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/ship.gif)(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/poop-deck.jpg)<br><br><div align="center">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/pirateinterior1.jpg)(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/pirateinterior2.jpg)(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/pirateinterior3.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 02:57:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> (from) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142257.msg6409670#msg6409670) The Dirty Secret- deck and.. the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.<br><strong>Sexscene:</strong> M/M (about to start)</div><br>It was almost adorable how insecure the whore looked. Almost. It was also, and this was worse, getting annoying. He had turned on his heel, not giving the lick the boy had given his cheek any attention.<br><strong>”Your word doesn’t mean anything to me, you assume too much,”</strong> he had said while wandering to the ship and boarding it as if he owned it. Which he did, in a way. <strong>”But don’t think I am no longer interested in your services.”</strong><br><br>Now where to find ones quarters on a vessel one had not ever been on? And, if he would take the captain’s cabin by mistake, would his plan of keeping Lucas fall apart or would it be beneficial to it? It all depended on the new captain and Chris was not informed aside that he was a drunkard. Which was absolutely no information at all when it came to pirates.<br>He choose to chance it and entered a cabin, not really concerned to check if Lucas was following him or not.<br><strong>”Like I said, I will pay handsomely for your services. Asides this, I thought you were looking forward to a roof over your head..?”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 03:23:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> (From the Port (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142257.msg6409754#msg6409754))The Dirty Secret - Following Chris... Like a puppy.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>Lucas mentally made a note not to speak again, unless he was directly addressed. he also told himself not to give anymore unwarranted physical contact. It was part of his occupation to know when something wasn't overly appreciated, but even with his sharp eye for people, it wasn't difficult to tell that the tall man in front of him wasn't the touchy-feely type. Lucas merely shrugged his shoulders at his apparent assumption, following with quick footsteps the steps that led up to the deck level, blinking slowly around the scene. He'd never been on a ship before; he would have liked to look around, but the money would be nice enough.<br><br>The man seemed to know where he was going; stood tall and confident as he stepped towards the entrance to one of the few cabins, walking inside the room with the attitude of one who owned it. As Lucas followed suit, his eyes widened for a brief moment. The space was lavish, or how lavish a pirate ship could ever be. Quite spacious too... he assumed not every crew member had such a room, but stopped his train of thought before his mind could make any conclusions. The less he knew, the better; this just meant he'd have a nicer bed to&nbsp; sleep in... Among other activities he was partial to.<br><br>"True, Sir." He said simply with a small nod towards the question, a hand again resting lightly on his slender hip as he glanced briefly towards the bed, then to Chris. "Payment comes after; you're not satisfied, you don't have to pay." It was a brave rule to have, but not once had anyone not paid him and Lucas took a small step towards the bed with a raised eyebrow.<br><br>"Where do you want me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 00:32:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br><br>The whore had finally caught up with Chris, or so it seemed. At least he wasn’t spilling words from his mouth as if they mattered to his paying customer.<br>Christoph was equally surprised at the luxury the cabin showed and quite positive this would not be his. It was probably the captain’s. On one hand, that was unfortunate, as he had no way of telling where the captain was at this time and thus didn’t know if he could burst in any moment.<br>On the other hand, it might be interesting to see what the captain would do with Lucas when he found him in his cabin. By then Chris was determined to be gone. If the captain didn’t spoils his fun, of course.<br><br><em>"Payment comes after; you're not satisfied, you don't have to pay."</em><br><br>It made him think. Why on God’s green earth would he even think about paying the whore? If his plan went well, Lucas would be captive on the ship and no amount of money would get him off of it. He decided to keep his coin in his pocket. He wasn’t, after all, attempting to buy the whore. Money had lured him in, but he wouldn’t get a chance to escape now that he was in.<br><br><em>"Where do you want me?"</em><br><br>A slight smile drew itself upon his features and he turned, then grabbed the boy and pressed him against the door they had just passed through -one of the very few empty vertical spots in the cabin. Pressing against the boy, basically pinning him there, he smirked once and leaned in to cover those delicate lips with his own, pried his tongue between his and invaded him before the boy even knew what hit him. It was a solid way to shut the boy up. Asides that, he had wanted to taste that mouth the moment he had seen Lucas.<br><br>He didn’t break the kiss for moments on end, one hand grabbing a hold of the boy’s hair, the other on a hip. Though he did have more elaborate plans on just how to get his pleasure from Lucas, he wasn’t intending to be quick about it and thus took all the time he wanted and pressed a knee between the boy’s thighs.<br>Only after several heartbeats he broke the kiss, but didn’t move backwards.<br><br><strong>”I think I’d like you to be exactly where I push you to be, boy..”</strong>&nbsp; he said, intonation having grown dark and deep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 01:43:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>There was no way of knowing the rather devious plan within the other man's mind. Lucas hadn't been given so much as a name, let alone and insight into how the pirate's mind worked. As far as he was concerned, he was simply in quite a luxurious room for the remainder of the night and would leave promptly the next morning, coin in hand; it was unusual to be on a ship, but aside from that there was nothing troubling about Chris' attitude.<br><br>A hand ran over the coin that lingered happily within his pouch as he blinked across at his client, expecting to be point towards the bed. Typically people didn't think much of foreplay with a prostitute; Lucas was there to perform a service that was often rather quick, not to offer any illusion of care or affection. Apparently that wasn't how Chris saw things however, as the tall man remained silent, turning to the whore with a small smirk. Lucas didn't move; merely arching an eyebrow as he waited for whatever might happen.<br><br>Chris was quick. The boy's eyes widened slightly as he felt hands pushing him back firmly against the door they had passed though. There was barely a pause before lips pressed firmly against his own and he moaned into the dominant gesture, arching his body towards his client. Perhaps the sound was a little louder than needed, but he didn't need to act; Chris was quite talented himself and Lucas groaned quietly as the hand gripped golden hair, his hips tilting forward to brush against the other man's. The boy gasped sharply as he felt the thigh press between his legs, lips slightly flushed once the kiss broke enabling his shuddering breath to echo over Chris'.<br><br>"Mm... Yessir." He replied, his tone low and seductive before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the crook of Chris' neck, his tongue flicking slowly over the skin in a teasing movement. Hands lifted to rest on the man's chest, gripping the fabric there just enough so that they couldn't separate too far...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 01:33:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>The fact Lucas actually acted he was enjoying himself was somewhat startling and Chris almost pulled away to administer a little pain by using his whip as it seemed to be an affront in some or the other manner. He didn’t, though, figuring the whore was just a whore any way. It didn’t matter one bit if he was or was not enjoying himself. Only his own pleasure counted.<br><br>Instead of pulling away to grab his whip he now pulled away to fling Lucas to the bed, instead. There was still this nagging voice in the back of his mind that he wanted to see the boy bleed. These were not his own quarters, though. It would be quite a bit to explain to the captain why his cabin was dirtied.<br>Still. So tempting.<br>Not for the first time he cursed himself for not carrying something small and sharp.<br><br><strong>”Undress,”</strong> he said, though he was torn between throwing himself upon the boy and, still, getting his whip out. Perhaps he was buying time when he pulled yet another golden coin from his money pouch and flicked it to Lucas.<br>His violent nature won, though, and it had all but taken enough time for the boy to remove his meager garments from his frame. He didn’t even take time to take him in, but, just as quickly as outside towards the man following Lucas and branding him a thief, he pulled his whip and slashed at the whore. The cabin was small, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d miss.<br><br><strong>”Tell me if you enjoy pain, boy. Not that it matters much as there is not a soul on the ship asides us two. I’d be very surprised if any came running when you start screaming.”</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 02:06:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>Lucas gasped softly as he felt the man pull away slightly, running his tongue slowly over his lips with a small purr of delight. His head tilted slightly to one side at the pause in the proceedings, a flicker of a frown coming to his features. Pauses were never the best of signs, but Chris didn't seem interested in stopping their arrangement, and that was the main thing.<br><br>His eyes widened with a small yelp of surprise as he suddenly found himself turned and pushed towards the bed, staggering back until his knees hit the edge and he fell onto rather comfortable sheets (a rarity in the port taverns). The boy shuffled back slightly to ensure that his whole body laid out on the mattress, sitting up once again to undress as he was told to do so. It didn't take too long for the tight shirt to be tugged from his slender frame and tossed to the side, exposing the porcelain skin that was barely-hidden beneath. Some would say that he was made to be a whore with such a body; lucas simply enjoyed it.<br><br>His hips lifted from the bed as he slid down the black leggings, carefully plucking each boot off to place them next to the bed. He had barely seated himself back upon the bedsheets when suddenly his eyes were drawn to the flicker of movement, there being barely a second to register before the whip struck his shoulder in a thin red line. "Mmn!" He released a sharp cry of surprise and pain, falling back to the bed with a small gasp.<br><br>"Ahh... I like it..." Lucas murmured quietly, biting his lower lip as his eyes flicked upward to Chris once again, running his tongue over his lips. Truthfully he hadn't much experience with pain in the bedroom, but the whiplash brought something of a flush to his cheeks.
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				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 02:37:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>Luca’s reaction brought an actual smile to Chris’ lips. More due to him not really liking it when they screamed, sobbed and begged for mercy. Those reaction would be annoying, not to say deafening, and often ruined his interpretation of a good time.<br>He, of course, also wouldn’t have to pay extra to keep the whore on the bed to brave his passions.<br><br>Now he did take a few moments to study the boy as the crimson welt contrasted oh-so-perfectly with the ivory silk of Lucas’ skin. Leaning in, he ran a fingertip along the welt and shook his head, not happy his lash had not broken skin.<br><br>He’d just had to try harder.<br><br>Leaning back and standing up, he brought the whip back for as far possible in the cabin, then lashed out again, crossing the welt made with a new mark, aiming to end it just above the whore’s nipple.<br>The pale, tall, aggressive financier and quartermaster of the Dirty Secret, however, was starting to match the whore’s flushed cheeks with a slight colouration to his own. If he had not worn a long tailjacket, more than but that mark of arousal could have been quite evident.
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 03:59:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>Lucas' breath had hitched audibly as the heat began to prickle his skin in the aftermath of the sharp lash. Already he knew that Chris was more experienced with such things than any client he'd had before, and the prospect of just what else the man could (and hopefully would) do was thrilling. A hand lifted to lightly touch the raised red line, hissing softly at the contact before he let it drop as the taller man leaned forward to inspect the mark himself. It seemed that Chris was impressed with the whore's 'calibre' for lack of a better word, and Lucas offered a small smirk towards the other man.<br><br>He released a small groan as slender fingertips brushed directly over the burning mark, his back arching slightly forwards as if to offer more of the blank canvas that was his body. Chris didn't linger long however and soon stood to his full, rather impressive height to tower over the seated whore once again, leaving Lucas to bite his lower lip in anticipation as the arm swung back once again in preparation for another strike.<br><br>It was harder than the last, bringing a loud cry to blissful agony from the boy's lips as he fell back against the bedsheets, his back arching upwards. The pain echoed for several moments afterward, pinpricks of crimson blossoming across the line that graced the skin just above his hardened nipple. "Nngh... Fuck..." He whispered hotly, lifting a hand to bite into one of his fingers hard enough to pale the skin, writhing a little as the heat began to sink inwards, the initial spark of pain fading.<br><br>There was nothing to hide the flush that covered his whole body; skin tinted a light pink as blood rushed between his spread thighs. His arousal was clear and he slowly pushed himself up to sit once again, letting Chris view the crimson line and the blood that trickled slowly down over his perked nipple as he lowered his hand to rest it on his thigh. He didn't speak, but his eyes were hooded as they gazed up at his client; silently asking for more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 02:05:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>Before leaning in this time, he got rid of his jacket, flicking it to drape over a nearby chair. There was quite a bulge in the pants he now revealed, but he made no attempt to either explain or cover up.<br>This also gave enough time for the boy’s boy to trickle from the slash his whip had bit, and, when he did lean over Lucas, there was enough of it to catch his eye and make him grin. It wasn’t the only thing that caught Chris’ eye, but it <em>was</em> the only thing he acknowledged at the moment.<br><br>Instead of running his fingers along a welt, he now trailed the tip of his tongue along a bleeding cut, only to pause briefly, then lap at the hardened nipple teasingly.<br><strong>“You taste well enough to eat, boy,”</strong> came from him in a somewhat hoarse voice. Then the hand that did not hold the whip lowered, trailing fingernails along the exposed whore until it was able to curl fingers around his erection and give him an unexpected hard squeeze there. <strong>”I’m thrilled you do not scream like a little girl. I would find that so annoying...”</strong> he added, tone darkening a bit again, before he pulled back and lazily eyed Lucas over.<br><br><strong>”Turn around, but keep to the bed to keep your balance,”</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 04:38:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>The boy blinked slowly and watched as the jacket was discarded, revealing the first real glimpse of Christoph's body beneath the layers of clothing. Granted there wasn't much to see, but as Lucas' eyes drifted down to study the tall frame he was pleased to detect a very definite sign that he wasn't the only person enjoying their session. He didn't comment save for a small smirk that tugged upon his lips and he tilted his head to one side with a low purr. "Mm... You look good with less clothes..." He said quietly, waiting with baited breath for whatever would come next.<br><br>He blinked quickly as Chris' hand brushed down over his chest, shivering slightly at the touch to his heated skin and arching closer. His breath hitched with an audible groan at the tongue that dragged over the small trail of blood that ran over his nipple, biting hard on his lower lip at the teasing to the sensitive nub. "Ahh... Wh-Why would... I scream like that?" He asked somewhat breathlessly only to cry out sharply at the sudden grip upon his hardened shaft, his hips shifting upwards. "Mm... Good..."<br><br>Lucas shivered slightly once the touches ended and his cheeks flushed deeply at the command to turn around. He felt on something of an anticipated high and nodded quickly, dragging slender legs up on the bed before slowly turning himself around to linger on all fours upon the bedsheets. "Like this...?" He asked, glancing heatedly over his shoulder, arching his hips back with a small moan; Gods, how would that whip feel again...? He hoped he'd find out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 02:26:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>While Lucas repositioned, Chris removed his blouse to flick it unceremoniously upon his jacket, revealing a lot more muscular chest than one would have expected from his clothed version. He liked it when people underestimated him - be it in physical or mental strength - and dressed to portrait a tall, thin male.<br>He nodded at Lucas’ second question, momentarily distracted at the sight the boy was. How he nearly offered himself to him.<br><br><strong>”Oh, I don’t know,”</strong> he answered the first question of the boy <strong>”Some of my bedmates have had the impression I would have gone easy on them if they screamed their heads off, or something like that.”</strong><br><br>Even while he was talking, he drew his arm back, and, right after the last word had passed his lips, he swung out, but not once, but thrice in a row. One to draw a red, diagonal line on the right cheek, the second hit the left cheek from an other angel, though it also left a diagonal line that bit a bit deeper and started bleeding almost instantly. And, thirdly, a horizontal line from one cheek to the other that connected both diagonal lines.<br>He was now sweating, but he certainly had entertained himself in making Lucas his own, private little piece of art.<br><br>Chris gave Lucas quite the large gift of a pause to collect himself, then, rolling his shoulders and his whip, then laying the whip down a lot more carefully than he had his clothes. Almost idly he opened his pants and slid a hand between his kin and the fabric of the garment; something that was visible on the outside as his pants weren’t made of the thickest material.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 04:54:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>There was pause enough between his shifting position that caused Lucas to glance back to catch the blouse casually being tossed in the direction of Chris' jacket. His eyes widened ever so slightly in a subtle show of surprise at the muscle tone revealed; there seemed to be much more to the man that met the eye, and Lucas was all too happy to discover as much as he could that night. "Mm... You look good; considered not wearing so many clothes more?" He offered, tone playful as he ran his tongue slowly over his lips before then turning back to the bedsheets below him in anticipation of the next few lashes he hoped he'd receive.<br><br>"Tch. Why would anyone want you to go easy- Ahh!" His tutted response to the (in his opinion) bizarre idea of holding back was interrupted with a sharp cry of pain as the whip cracked hard across his cheek. There was no pause between the three lashes and the boy groaned hotly as he felt the prickling sensation of blood welling over the angry red lines, his hips writhing slightly as if to relieve the delicious pressure. "Nngh... Oh, God..." He panted heavily, hands gripping the sheets tightly as he was offered a brief pause in the proceedings, again glancing back over his shoulder.<br><br>His gaze was much more heated than before, and while his eyes might have held the shimmer of unfallen tears, there was no denying the pleasure he felt. His gaze drifted down to the pants noticeably unfastened, the clear outline of the hand moving over hardened flesh beneath drawing a lustful moan from the whore's lips. "Ahh, don't do that..." He purred quietly, shifting his hands to turn the upper half of his body back round slightly. "I can make you feel good; its what you pay for..."<br><br>His tongue snaked outward to again drag across flushed lips, this time in a slow, sensual movement heightened by Lucas' eyes fixed upon Chris'. "If I ask nicely do I get a taste...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 03:15:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br><br>A lazy smile drew itself upon those hard, angular features.<br><strong>”Don't do what, exactly?”</strong> It had almost been a sneer, a ‘mind your own business’ kind of thing, but it wasn’t, holding a hint of amusement that actually seemed to be meant as a tease or a spurring on of the whore.<br><br><strong>”I was of the inclination to but fuck you as you’re so perfectly posed on the bed..,”</strong> he continued, drawing his hand from his now open pants, only to stroke his fingertips against the outside of them and well over the bulge that had grown due his own touch, teasing again, but now visually instead of vocally.<br><strong>”But as you’re so interested in using your mouth I do feel the offered service would be appreciated. You have a nice voice, whore, I give you that, but I like you even more when you shut up. Come over here and shut yourself up in the manner you just offered...”</strong><br><br>With that, he pushed his pants down, though only far enough to have his erection free itself from the fabric. As Christoph was quite the tall man, it shouldn’t be all too much of a surprise that the length of his body hinted towards the length of dick. In this way this man perfectly proportioned and he couldn’t help but wonder if Lucas would be able to take in more than but a few inches of him or if he’d go all out and attempt force that cock down no matter the cost. After all, that would, normally, earn him a few extra coins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 01:12:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>Lucas merely smirked slightly at the almost teasing comment made after his initial question, merely shrugging his shoulders in response as he continued to shuffle around upon the bed. He was careful not to move too much however so as to not risk upsetting the pleasant atmosphere by disappointing his client, his eyes resting hungrily upon the noticeable bulge within the almost-opened pants. His breath hitched with a low purr of desire as Christoph spoke of simply fucking him; certainly he wouldn't be against such, but then the evening would be over, and the more pleasure he could give, the more money he could demand for his services. "Mm... You could... But then that would be the end... Are you nearly done already?" It was his turn to tease, a wink playing over sapphire eyes.<br><br>As the man cotinued however, the smirk grew wider upon the whore's lips and he nodded firmly, slowly moving on the bed until he faced his client once again, his eyes focused upon the thick shaft that was outlined so clearly against the pants. "Whatever you want, Sir." Lucas said softly, his tone low and heavy with desire before he slipped from the bed to instead kneel on the floor just in front of Chris' tall frame. His eyebrows arched in pleasant surprise at the sizeable shaft exposed to him, running his tongue over his lis before a hand reached up to gently grip the base; steadying the man's cock for his next efforts.<br><br>It wouldn't be an easy task to fit to the full length within his mouth, but Lucas was nothing if experienced and he leaned forward, parting his lips to wrap them tightly around the sensitive tip, rolling his tongue over the smooth flesh with a loud moan of pleasure. Slowly, he arched forward, his lips tight around the heated shaft to offer as much delightful friction as was possible, eyes closed in concentration as the thickness slid into his mouth, pausing with a small groan at the nudge against the back of his throat. Lucas opened his eyes then and raised his gaze to catch the man's, holding it as he swallowed expertly and allowed the length to slide into the tightness of his throat with a low moan of pleasure. Chris wasn't yet fully embedded within the whore's lips, but neither did the boy show any intention of slowing as he rocked back and forth, edging a little further with each forward movement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 01:19:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>Lucas’ tease was responded to with a smirk. ‘Are you nearly done already?’ The guile of the boy.. Nearly done? He hadn’t even started yet. The night was young and Lucas seemed to be flexible and eager to earn some extra coin. It wasn’t beyond Chris to make elaborate use of this and experiment a bit with the boy’s boundaries. He might have some and it would be such a wondrous thing to surpass them. For one, he still wanted to see the boy’s eyes fill with fear. Now that would make his night.<br><br>He kept his eyes on the boy, not wishing to speak too much to be able to see how Lucas would react naturally. Him kneeling before him was pleasant, as was the look in those sapphire eyes when they sized him up. So the little sweetling enjoyed them big. Perfect.<br>Then he parted lips and showed off the experience of a whore. Non-whores could be so disappointing when it came to giving head. Almost as if they weren’t aware of their own cock on what they thought would feel good. Most blundered around and just pictured a cock to be candy, often sucking either too hard or to gently.<br><br>Lucas took his tip in as if it were that; his tip. The tongue movement against his sensitive flesh almost made him groan, he could only just suppress it. The warm, soft and wet embrace made him swallow, then close his eyes briefly. There was just enough friction and more than enough envelopment. He demanded his eyes to open again to not miss his cock disappearing into the whore’s mouth, a view he was particularly fond of of watching. The combination of hitting the back of the boy’s mouth and the muffled groan of delight Lucas had made made him inhale sharply and his hands balled into fists at his sides.<br><br>Then the boy raised his gaze to meet his and swallowed him.<br><br>Now a long, deep <strong>“Hnnn...”</strong> did escape him now and he could feel sweat drops forming on his forehead. It took a lot of willpower to not grab the whore’s head and fuck his throat there and then. Lucas wasn’t even done taking him in, either, as he saw himself slide deeper on each of the headmovements of the whore.<br>He grabbed a hold of ceiling beam above him, chest raising and falling quite a bit faster than in rest, jaws clenched together and the look in his eyes one of complete and utter focus.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 23:43:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>The boy had to admit, he was impressed with his current client's resistance and lack of response. Usually even the most experienced of men often moaned loudly in pleasure when Lucas used the full talents of his mouth. Not Chris however, and the blond merely smirked mentally at the added challenge, all the more eager and determined to cause a reaction from the stoic man above him. The long, deep groan wasn't what Lucas wanted; he wanted to see people loose their carefully guarded control, wanted to see people drop the facade of nobility or wealth or whatever-else they happened to hide behind. Everyone was the same in his opinion. Sex was the great leveler... It was just a matter of pushing enough before the outer shell caved.<br><br>Lucas' eyes closed his eyes gently and he moaned lustfully around the shaft, his throat tight as he continued to bob his head back and forth, his tongue lavishing attention on the length that rested within his mouth before slowly pulling away to pant hotly against the tip. "Mmm... Tastes good..." He purred softly, his eyes lifting to watch the man's face once again as he tilted his head sideways and ran his tongue slowly from the very tip, down the underside until the muscle flicked over the heavy sac beneath. He repeated the movement at a tauntingly slow pace until his tongue rested at the tip once again, pressing against the slit before abruptly parting his lips and sucking it back inside his mouth.<br><br>He pushed himself harder; moving faster up and down to brig as much pleasure as he could, his lips edging closer and closer to the base with each downward movement. It was difficult, but Lucas never failed to rise to any challenge, and he groaned loudly as his nose nuzzled against Chris' lower stomach; finally having taken the full length into his mouth. A hand, meanwhile, shifted so that the man could see the movement, downward to between his parted thighs where his own hardened erection rested heavily and he shuddered in delight as he lightly teased himself. Not enough to risk giving too much; just enough to offer an added view...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 02:05:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>The only problem Chris was having at this moment in time that it would, most probably, be unwise to grab hold of the whore’s head and fuck his throat until he was satisfied. He rather liked his dick; he was rather attached to it. It getting bit off by a whore he’d not fucked so far would be quite annoying. Even if that meant he could murder the boy without having to explain all too much to Diablo’s authorities. Or.. whatever the fuck they had around these parts to keep murderers at bay. He’d <em>better</em> keep a cool mind.<br><br>Lucas, though, was not intending to keep his client’s mind cool. As a good whore, he was attempting to do the complete opposite and drive him wild and/ or even over his edge. Should he inform he’d get violent if Lucas kept this up?<br>Fuck no.<br><br>All the while he was battling himself, the whore worked on him and he found he had dug his nails into the ceiling beam. Sweat was now actually dripping from him and he no longer had control over his breathing, it coming out in broken pants. He couldn’t help but wonder if Lucas had any idea what he was doing to him, just how dangerously he played the quartermaster.<br>Inch after inch was taken.<br>He actually purred!<br>The tense restriction of that throat demanded to be abused.<br>Odd how the world fragmented in this way when one battled oneself.<br><br>A growl escaped him when he felt, more than saw, Lucas finally managed to take him in whole.<br>That was it.<br>Enough.<br><br>With more strength than needed, he pulled the whore off and pushed him back on the bed, not caring just how he landed. He knew a hole that held no teeth and was quite safe for his now painfully hard erection to plunder. He didn’t speak, but his face was contorted and hanging somewhere between anger and lust. It hardly seemed human any more. Lucas had gotten what he wanted ; Christoph le Croix had most definitely dropped mask and lost control.<br>One arm was hooked under a leg and that leg was pushed up. That the other dangled was of no concern to him. He angled and pressed into the whore, not giving any a pause until he fully embedded, a deep groan of utter delight passing his lips at the tightness and heat of the boy. Only for a moment of two he savoured being enveloped, then started to move in a high pace that had nothing to do with foreplay or the whore’s pleasure. Grunting somewhat, so unlike the gentlemen he was portraying, so much like the animal he was under his mask, he took this whore, fucked him as if he was nothing than made for only this; pleasuring <em>him</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 17:23:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>There was a small part of Lucas that worried whether he had pushed the pirate too far; they were hardly know for their restraint at the best of times and he didn't like the thought of being trapped on a ship with only one such man for company. It was much too late to back out now however, and besides there was a large part of the whore that revelled in the danger and excitement. The not knowing what would come next or when the stoic man would suddenly snap. It was always a wonderful moment to see and the boy groaned hotly around the thick shaft as he saw that flicker in Christopher's eyes;&nbsp; the abandoning of restraint and giving into the basic of raw need.<br><br>He gasped sharply as he was tugged back from the now glistening cock, swallowing down the man's taste even as he was hauled upright and pushed upon the rather comfortable bed. Lucas looked up and moved to part his legs automatically for his client only to see a slender knee hitched upward, to rather forcefully expose his tight opening. People never usually took the time to prepAre the whore and so the boy was somewhat used to the stabbing pain of forced entry; moaning loudly though the delicious sensation and arching his hips wantonly into the brutal thrust.<br><br>There was no pause, no moment to compose themselves before Chistoph began to move and Lucas cried outlloudly with each hard thrust that filled him to the very limit. His hands reached above his head and fisted in the sheets as his flushed face shock from side to side with pleasure, whimpering and shivering against the taller man. "Ahh! God... Fuck! So good... M-More... Please... More...!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 02:29:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>The whore’s skill with his mouth had pushed Chris too far, he could barely keep thrusting for fear of climaxing. Now that he was inside the pretty piece of ass, he wanted it to last just a bit longer than his body wanted it to. He clenched his jaws so tightly shut he could feel pain in his teeth. Good, it helped him draw attention. He couldn’t, however, quite slow down his pace and a pause was out of the question; it didn’t even dawn on him to stop and take a breather.<br>That Lucas was pleading for more and writing under him in nothing but delight wasn’t ignored. It didn’t help the predicament he was in. He was so hot, so tight, so fucking damn fine Chris knew he’d not be able to keep this up for more than a few of his pounding heartbeats.<br>And thus, not even minutes after he roughly inserted himself into the inviting depths of the young whore, he craned his head back, crushing his eyes closed and surrendered to a wave of heat washing over him and wiping his mind for moments while he growled to the ceiling and filled Lucas with more than but cock.<br><br>When done, he didn’t pull out and away, but draped himself over the boy and bit into the soft meat where his neck met his shoulder, then whispered, somewhat hoarse, against Lucas’ ear <strong>“Don’t you think you’re done, boy...”</strong><br>He’d just needed to catch his breath. Asides this, Lucas felt warm and soft, undeniably comfortable to lay upon. That he, himself, was quite a dead weight on the whore was not of his concern.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 19:45:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret, Galley<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br>The guards dockside and on board The Dirty Secret were compliant enough, considering Arouj and Mary were hauling useful goods onto the ship rather than attempting to make off with anything. He looked the ship up and down in the moonlight, admiring the lines and neatly furled rigging. Not a badly shaped vessel, with a well-trained crew apparently, in spite of her captain being a typical foreign heretic. This could yet become a profitable venture.<br><br>After stowing sails and cordage, Arouj beckoned for Mary to follow him as they climbed back&nbsp; up to the main deck and headed towards the stern. He stopped to light a storm lantern and illuminate their path. <br><br>Tucked beneath the captain's quarters at the very end of the ship was his destination, the galley. Food stores, barrels, crates, wash tubs, and the fire box were all positioned neatly around the room. A few pots dangled from hooks in the ceiling, polished enough to shine here and there as he hung the lantern overhead as well. The straw pallet in the corner looked very nearly clean, as if it hadn't been occupied for some time, and Arouj laid most of his belongings in the empty cupboard next to it. The spice pack was carefully hung from a nail high on the inner wall; then he crossed to the hull and propped open the galley window to let the ocean breezes air the space.<br><br>Arouj smiled. If the regular cook reappeared before they sailed, his body would easily fit out that window. Everything was satisfactory. <br><br>He cast an eye on Mary, finally, and walked over to her with a studied frown. “Teeth.” He bared his own at her as an example, then pointed at her mouth. “Now. Show me your teeth, little rabbit.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 19:52:37</strong>
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				Mary followed in Arouj's tracks silently. busy with her own inspection of the vessel.&nbsp; "A taut ship."&nbsp; She murmured in satisfatoin as she studied the rigging.&nbsp; &nbsp;Good, much safer up there that way."&nbsp; She was briightening, her jood rising by the second.&nbsp; She was unsurprised when the Musselman calimed the galley as his own.&nbsp; The cook always had a prime spot, and a good cook was always popular.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>"My teeth?"&nbsp; That startled her a little, but she shrugged and opened wide.&nbsp; She had all 28, had never had her wisdom teeth try to come it, she was one fo the lucky few who didn't havethat problem.&nbsp; Reasonably white teeth, in good shape.&nbsp; She did take&nbsp; are of them, it was a touch of vanity on her part.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 20:27:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret, Galley<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br>He put his thumb on her lower lip and pulled it down slightly, humming to himself as if evaluating some farm animal. “Hmm. Hah. Good. No wonder your mouth is sweet.” Arouj patted her cheek roughly and turned away. “They must have fed you well in Virginia Colony.” He crossed his legs and sat down on the edge of the pallet, pulling his boots off. It never felt right to wear boots on a ship. He tossed them beneath the window and likewise shed his tunic, hooking it on a nail above the head of the pallet.<br><br>Bare-chested, he studied Mary in the lamplight. “When was the last time you bathed? You would do well to consider it now while most of the crew is in town. I may rut with a filthy little cunt standing in the street, but I will not lie down with one.”<br><br>Lacing his fingers behind his head, he stretched out on the pallet with a feeling as close to contentment as he'd had in the past five years.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 20:55:29</strong>
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				bathing was a sore point.&nbsp; Mary had been adrift for days.&nbsp; A quick look around, and she spotted an open water keg, sniffed it... fresh enough.&nbsp; She pulled off her boots and clothing with only a little shyness, and started lathering up with a bar of sopa found near a basin.&nbsp; A bit harsh, but no matter.&nbsp; Itwas used for scrubbing pots, most likely.&nbsp; It would do, she had quite a layer of grime to get off.&nbsp; There was enough sllightly stale water to wash, sluice, wash and sluice again.&nbsp; And thankfully, she had clean clothes to change into, not the smelly garb she had been in.&nbsp; She let that soak in the remnants of the water, with some shaved soap for good measure.<br><br>But she hestated before dressing.&nbsp; She raised her hands to her now cleanish hair, elbows held out, and slowly turned for him.<br><br>A boyish but female form pale where the sun didn't strike it, straplike female muscles, small high breasts, small nipples.&nbsp; Not much body hair, her dose of indian blood saw to that.<br><br>She reached for her clothes, hesitated, then dressed quickly, saying quitely "Others may come aboard, come here at any moment.&nbsp; Like him, she went barefoot shipboard.&nbsp; Better feel for the rigging that way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 19:59:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>M/M Scene</strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>The boy panted heavily with each inward thrust that sent a shudder through his slender frame, his hips arching as much as possible into the motion due to the rather restrictive position. His hands lifted to tightly grip Christoph's shoulders to ride out the waves of pleasure as his hardened length twitched slightest between them; he wouldn't let himself finish until his client was satisfied, unless the man would demand to see the rather erotic slight and Lucas groaned heartedly as he felt the thrusts grow more rapid and less controlled, knowing that the release would come soon.<br><br>He gasped sharply and moaned his delight as he felt the man throb within his body and fill him with thick ropes of cum, his body shivering beneath Christoph's before the man leaned downward to deliver a share bite to the soft fresh between his neck and shoulder. The boy released an almost cattish mewl at the gesture, twitching at the weak spot that had been uncovered before the man hissed quietly above him that he was no yet done.<br><br>"Ahh... I'm yours... for the night, remember...?" He murmured breathlessly, craving his neck upward to run his tongue teasingly over the man's jawline. "If it was over... I'd be disappointed, besides..." He wriggled slightly, groaning as the cock shifted inside him. "I can hardly escape...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 01:57:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>M/M Scene</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>He laughed quietly at Lucas’ words. His, indeed. For the night? Oh, yes, but for longer, too. After how the boy had behaved, Chris’ intend on keeping him as amusement during the Dirty Secret’s travel only got more firmly rooted. Maybe an idea to share the youth with the captain. A peace offering of some sort. After all, Chris would go with the ship to ensure all went well with his money. He wondered how the pirate captain would react to this.<br><br><strong>”Quite right,”</strong> he mumbled against the whore’s neck <strong>”You <em>are</em> mine...”</strong><br>The lick given was responded to with a harder bite to the spot he had bit before. Lucas’ reaction hadn’t gone unnoticed, but Chris did wonder what the boy’s limits were. Again.<br><strong>”Would you want to escape, boy?”</strong> It was a casual question, though the man’s mind went over the idea of tying the boy down to make certain he’d not be able to move a muscle. Making him completely helpless.<br>But Chris only had his whip on him and he’d be damned to tie the whore down with his beloved whip.<br><br>The idea spread wings and took flight, not leaving alone but pestering him. He was sure Lucas would make such a pretty sight all tied up in rope. But that did mean he’d have to get up and go find some. A slight frown dawned. Could he send out the whore to fetch him the rope he’d use on him? Now that was a question worth contemplating.<br><br><strong>”Hmm.. How do you feel about being tied down?”</strong> Another casual question, though this time he listened more carefully to the boy’s answer, actually raising up an planting an elbow into the bed under him to perch his head on the palm of his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 02:50:34</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>M/M Scene</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>Lucas couldn't help but smirk slightly at the possessive nature the man above him seemed to hold over him. He toyed with the idea of being owned, of being property but only for the pleasure of the client; the whore didn't belong to anyone, it was one of the perks of his chosen profession. All of the pleasure and none of the loyalty beyond the occasional freebie to a good customer. But it did no harm to let Christoph indulge the idea; he wasn't the only one who liked to think they 'owned' the whore...<br><br>"Mmm... Why would I?" He murmured quietly with a raised eyebrow, his casual tone ending in a sharp groan as that spot upon his shoulder was bit down upon once again, his body shuddering at the spike of pleasure that ran through his system. "You... Showed me a good time... You pay well and the bed's comfy... What would I run away to?" He chuckled quietly before the prospect of his being tied you was rather please try brought up and he purred deeply, running his tongue over his lips.<br><br>"Heh... I'll even find you the rope... Bound to be some here, right?" He shifted his hips up with a low moan, rubbing his needy cock against Christoph's thigh with the motion. "Just tie me tight... i have a terrible habit of wriggling..." Lucas winked. He did so love the delicious touch of rope burn upon his skin, and some people were so inventive with their positions.<br><br>"But... You'd have to get off to get rope..." He couldn't resist a small snicker. Christoph seemed very comfortable afterall...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 20:36:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret, Galley<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br></div> <br><br>His eyes remained shut while the sounds of splashing and scrubbing filled the galley. No need to see whatever unspeakable mess lurked beneath the girl's layers of dirty clothing. He was mildly surprised that she would leap to it so readily but perhaps even heathens relished a bit of cleanliness now and then, even if it was only once a season. Even so, the ash soap couldn't strip her of that singularly female scent that clung to her skin. Most Englishmen had dull noses, from what he had gathered, but a few were more aware. Usually the rich ones.<br><br>Arouj worried his lip. Other than being sniffed out, there was the matter of keeping the little rabbit out of the hands of hungry sailors who wanted something snug around their cocks when their rounds were over. The clearest way to avoid that would be to take Mary to his bed but... it was truly bad for morale when one man hoarded a boy all to himself. That would only lead to certain disruption and loss of appendages resulting in an angry as well as drunken captain. Best if Mary kept her own berth. <br><br>The splashing subsided and he rolled over, propped on one arm, to gaze upon the finished product of her worthy labors. Small and pale as milk, smooth as cream, that tempting and exotic beauty. How shamelessly she displayed herself! His eyes darkened and his blood quickened. So different from virtuous women, these natural slaves. It had taken so little, just one eager fuck, to tease out such licentiousness that she'd forgotten how to blush. He wondered, fleetingly, if she knew how to dance. If not, it could easily be taught...<br><br>His faint smile faded as she stopped and pulled on her clothes. That was the other trouble with bed slaves. Become attached to one and you'd soon find yourself under the knife of another master they'd bespelled. She'd so easily found a fox to protect her from the hounds. Why not a wolf? He brooded as the girl finished dressing and felt the need for sea and sky to clear his head.<br><br>“To the rigging then, Marty. Let us learn the timbers and sway of our new mistress.” He picked himself up and stretched, patting his sides to make certain his blades were in place if needed and exited the galley without looking at Mary again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 20:53:26</strong>
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				A moments hesitation- over her musket, not whether to follow him - she left it with their gear.&nbsp; It had a hallmakr under the buttplate, she could identify the weapon at at a glance, and confirm her ownership with the mark.&nbsp; She followed him eagerly.&nbsp; Almost sighing with happiness as she came above deck and climbed a ratline,<br><br>She climbed slowly rather than swarming up like usual.&nbsp; She was was studying the lines, the cables, looking for rot, sections that would need tarring.&nbsp; She climbed slowly, relaxing as she rose.&nbsp; Getting up high was always good, her smile size was an asset, not a hindrance up here.&nbsp; but also.... the rigging was good.&nbsp; This was a taut ship in the literal sense of the word.&nbsp; The cordage was cared for and sound.&nbsp; She waved to Arouj, shouted "She's good and tight, sound lines!"<br><br>&nbsp; And almost before she knew it... she was at the top of the mainmast.&nbsp; Noticeable swing of the mast tip, but nothing like what she would have at sea.&nbsp; She gloried in the movement.&nbsp; Another plus, she wasn't prone to seasickness at all.&nbsp; She grabbed the tip of the mast with one hand, braced a foot against it, and let the other leg swing free as she shaded her eyes with he free hand, taking in the vista of busy port and bustling harbor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 03:06:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>M/M Scene</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>Now, Chris did pull out and roll away to end up on his side and smirked at Lucas.<br><strong>”I’m off, now go get me some robe,”</strong> he said, making himself comfortable on the captain’s bed.<br>If he’d known there were others on the Dirty Secret, he’d probably not have send Lucas to find rope, but would have don it himself, and take that time to comment on the two.<br><br>Closing his eyes, he slid his hands under his head, but not before he had put himself away and tied his pants closed again. God knew that the captain would enter if he’d not done so. It was a much too clear invitation to chance and he’d be quite in a pickle if faith dealt him that hand of cards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 20:07:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>M/M Scene</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph, Mary and Aoruj (possibly, in passing)</div>Lucas hissed quietly as the man finally withdrew, taking a moment to shudder at the sensation before pushing himself to a seated position and sliding from the bed. He stretched widely, giving Christoph the pleasing view of his curved hips and firm cheeks before bending down (again offering the view) to retrieve his leggings and slide back into them. "I won't be long, Sir." He winked before heading out of the room, leaving the door slightly open so he didn't get lost.<br><br>Now where would rope be? He didn't fancy poking through the many levels and rooms in case there was someone somewhere on the silent ship; he didn't want to run the risk of being chased without payment afterall. He decided the safest place was on deck and he headed up the stairs and out to the cool night air. Of course he had no idea of the pair high above him in the rigging and he didn't think to look as he walked around the edge of the deck in search of his quarry. Whether he wasseen depended on the sharpness of those above but eventually he found what he was looking for.<br><br>"Ah!" He exclaimed happily and picked up the coil of rope left on the ground. Not the cleanest, but it would do. He looped it over his shoulders and returned below deck, the open door ensuring a swift return to his club client before shutting it behind him and dangling the rope in his palm. "Ta daa." He announced quietly, walking to the bed and placing the rope down before resting his hands on his hips, swaying them tauntingly from side to side.<br><br>"So... want these off again?" He winked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>17-07-2012, 02:28:25</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>M/M Scene</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br>Chris opened his eyes again when Lucas shifted and moved from the bed. The boy was a picture. Even more so when he writhed and moaned, but this was good to watch, too. Especially when he bend over. A quiet growl came from Chris; a warning. If Lucas didn’t move right now, he’d find himself on the floor with Chris’ cock up his arse.<br>Luckily - or, maybe not so - the whore did move and exited the cabin, leaving the quartermaster to his own thoughts for a while. They returned to his own cabin. Luxurious and lavish the captain's was, it was still that ; the captains. He’d have to find his own soon, preferably before anyone else boarded the Dirty Secret.<br><br>Lucas cut off his train of thought - wasn’t he back a bit too soon? It didn’t matter - and presented him with a piece of rope that would do. He chuckled at the enthusiasm portrayed while he took it and tested its strength by giving it a few good tugs.<br><strong>“Of course they need to come off again,”</strong> he answered the boy, leaning backwards again, letting his eyes go over him slowly <strong>”You didn’t have any trouble, did you? I mean.. they aren’t wet now with my seed?”</strong><br><br>He has asked it casually and if he was teasing or genuinely interested in this small detail wasn’t all too clear. Though he was interested. Mostly in knowing if the whore had felt uncomfortable or if he had liked Chris’ seed leaking from him during the short walk.<br><br><strong>"Wouldn't wish to be accused of having you catch a cold..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 17:21:14</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>M/M Scene</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph</div>Lucas arched a slender eyebrow at the comment of his leggings and whether they were a little damp, a small chuckle passing between his lips before his hands reached toward slender hips and slowly pushed the black fabric downward, wriggling slightly and turning away to offer the pleasant view of his smooth ass as he leaned forward to push the leggings down to his ankles. Christoph would see his seed clinging.to the tops of the boy's thighs and while a small amount must have rubbed off on the pants, Lucas didn't care; he had other pairs after all. "I don't mind being a little bit dirty..."<br><br>His voice had that low purr to it once again as he kicks off his pants completely, looking back over his shoulder and grinding his hips back into thin air, a fingertip running over the fluid upon his thigh. "Besides..." His tongue flicked out to run over his finger, a loud moan echoing between his lips as he sucked it into his mouth, his hips never ceasing their teasing movements. "... You taste good." Lucas finished with a small wink, only then turning back and crawling slowly onto the bed; a slender, teasing feline taunting something much bigger.<br><br>"So... I got you rope. Am I a good boy?" He chuckled quietly, running his tongue over his lips. He was anything but.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>19-07-2012, 22:41:02</strong>
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				Arouj watched as Mary’s slight form ascended the rigging and pronounced it sound. He followed, swinging up the mast and lines to the top and stretching out on the small platform. The moonlight was bright on his face; the gentle sway of the ship was a welcome comfort. He whispered a prayer of thanks and leaned against the timber to enjoy the sights above.<br><br>He didn’t expect the sight below. From the corner of his eye he caught movement and looked down. A half-dressed boy slipped on deck, nosed around until he found a coil of rope, and disappeared down the steps towards the officers’ quarters. Arouj’s smile was wide. Someone else was on board after all, quite possibly practicing their knotwork. It would seem most profitable to investigate such goings-on…<br><br>Glancing up at Mary, he grabbed the edge of the top and rolled silently off, creeping down the shrouds to land on the deck like a big cat. Below deck he paused as his eyes accustomed themselves to the deeper darkness and found the thread of light glowing around the edge of the captain’s door. Curious indeed, considering&nbsp; they would certainly have heard the arrival of that august personage, as well as that of his entourage. <br><br>He knelt at the doorjamb and squinted briefly at the keyhole, his grey eye flooded with lantern light. What he glimpsed was worth a second and much longer look. That boy, now naked, crawling on the captain's bed in a most lascivious manner and licking his lips.<br><br><em>"So... I got you rope. Am I a good boy?"</em><br><br>More than a little intrigued by the scene, Arouj put one hand on the thick oak door and continued his observations.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 16:13:37</strong>
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				Subtle shift in the rigging- Mary looked down, saw Aruj headed deckward.&nbsp; She sighed happily.&nbsp; Alone, for a few mements anyway.&nbsp; She followed her partner-, no, her master.&nbsp; She stewed slightly at the thought, but they certainly didn't have a relationship of equals.&nbsp; But he was hunting somebody else for the moment she was left alone.&nbsp; Movement ashore caught her eye, people were stumbling out of the blue Iquana, townies, other crews, nobody she recognized, nobody seems headed for the Dirty Secret.&nbsp; She kept an eye on the tavern, however.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 00:25:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h157/INNERDEBTS/Savage.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Raavyn Selwyn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141856.msg6564324#msg6564324)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port, near the Dirty Secret<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English (Irish accent), French, Some Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Raavyn had left the Inn and it's brawl, a drink in hand as he wen tto port. Good a time as any to try and get work on a ship. He tried just about every night to gain boarding. "Ahoy!" He called up, hoping someone was aboard. "Got any room for a Shipwright?!" He yelled up, making his voice heard as loud as he could make it without doing too much waking of others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saerrael</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 01:10:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>M/M Scene</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - the captain’s cabin...!<br>-&gt; Deck<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas, Arouj, Raavyn.</div><br><em>"I don't mind being a little bit dirty..."</em><br><br>Just as long as it remained a little bit. Or the exactly correct type of dirty. Christoph did like his men to be clean, but liked them dirty, too. That could be conflicting, but in his mind it wasn’t. Lucas, for one, was hardly conflicting, here. He was clean with just a tad of dirtiness. Somewhat corrupted with an air of innocence. It had a dazzling effect on the quartermaster. Something the whore had experienced when his mask had been teased off.<br><br>He enjoyed the little show he was given. And Lucas had found rope, too, which was a plus to it all He was obedient. That this came from a desire to get paid didn’t matter. What matters was that he was Chris’ toy for as long as his coin would last. Or, for the rest of the travel, of course, if Chris’ plans worked out.<br><br><strong>“You are a good boy,”</strong> he murmured at the question, reaching out to him to stroke fingertips along a cheek.<br><strong>“Pretty, obedient and without all of those annoying little boundaries I despise in most boys your age...”</strong><br>He grinned a slightly dark grin at the boy, then leaned in to bite at his lips, then frowned, deeply, at the sound of someone yelling outside.<br><br><strong>“I better go check that, pretty,”</strong> he said low, voice humming with annoyance to the disturbance. Slipping from the bed and into his jacket to accompany his pants, he sighed, then glanced back at Lucas.<br><strong>“Don't go anywhere, you hear? Like I said; I’m not done with you yet...”</strong><br><br>He didn’t exactly forget to button up, he simply didn’t think it to matter if he would or wouldn’t. He did, however, take his whip with him. Better to not be unarmed but reasonably prepared.<br>He wasn’t prepared, however, to nearly trip over an eavesdropper.<br>As he opened the door without really watching and certainly not expecting anyone there, he cursed in French when he bumped into the knelt Arouj.<br>He took one look at him, growled between clenched teeth and straightened to his full length, making every last inch count.<br><br><strong>”If you step one foot into that cabin, I’m having you eat your own balls. And I’ll not detach them beforehand, if you get what I mean,”</strong> he said as a greeting, then turned to face Lucas and gained a slight grin <strong>”However.. if this boy decides to remove himself from the cabin, do feel free to keep him occupied.”</strong><br><br>It would be annoying to have the boy be touched by another, this night. But if it couldn’t be helped, it couldn’t.<br><br>Only after this he moved to the railing and leaned over it to look down and at Raavyn.<br><strong>”Loud enough to wake the dead, lad,”</strong> he spoke, only just loud enough for the redhead to make out his words, not waisting energy.<br><strong>”The captain is not here. You might try the refined establishments that pour any kind of alcohol in this town.”</strong><br>It wasn’t that Chris couldn’t take on new bodies for the ship, but he rather not without meeting the captain. Asides that, he’d rather return to the young whore in the captain’s cabin than exchange words with some or the other stranger in the dark.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 02:05:29</strong>
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				<strong>Mary posing as Martin(Healergirl and Raayven(Karasu)</strong><br><br>"Shipwright?"&nbsp; Mary repeated, perking up at once.&nbsp; She grabbed a line, leaned over and yelled with the other hand cupped to her mouth "Shipwright?&nbsp; Ye'd better be able to back that up, bucko, this lot will toss ye over t' side if ye be tellin' tales about that."&nbsp; She shimmied down a ratliine at speed to meet the man at the gangway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 02:09:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>M/M Content</strong></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chris, Arouj</div>There were a few men who disliked dirtiness, but Lucas was glad this particular client wasn't one of them; he rather enjoyed the sensation of seed upon his thighs; a terrible stain upon a boy who looked so very innocent. He purred softly at the praise given to him, running his tongue slowly over his lips as if to taste again the man's cum, tilting his head into the hand that stroked his cheek. "Boundaries only make people less interesting... And you, Sir... Seem <em>very</em> interesting." He winked playfully and parted his lips in anticipation of contact only to hear an echoing shout from outside.<br><br>Christoph was not alone in his groan of annoyance at the interruption and Lucas did very much the same, frowning towards the door. "Mmm, do you have to...?" He pouted as the man slipped from the bed and tugged on as much clothing as would be halfway polite, sliding to sit on the edge of the bed to watch him move towards the door. "I'm an honourable whore; I won't leave until the gold's up." He nodded firmly and offered a wave far too innocent for his naked figure only to blink and resisted a snicker as the door was opened ad his stoic client almost fall over an evesdropper.<br><br>"Oops..." He mused to himself, smiling rather widely as his eyes ran over the bronzed figure who had been spying on the goings-on. Not a bad sight, certainly and he chuckled softly at Christoph's permission to indulge if he so wanted. Not that he needed it; it was simply good manners to focus on one client at a time... Unless they said otherwise.<br><br>Once it was simply himself and Arouj, the boy rose slowly and stretched, hands running purposefully over his hips and chest in the process to tease his watcher with a full view. "Mmmm... I'm so hot... Isn't it hot in here?" He mused, turning back to the bed and bending forward to offer a pleasant image of his firm ass, a hand reaching back to trail fingers over a smooth cheek with a sorrowful sigh. "A shame you can't come in... Maybe I could be convinced to step out there?"<br><br>He glanced back over his bend shoulder with a sultry expression, running his tongue over his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 04:42:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h157/INNERDEBTS/Savage.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Raavyn Selwyn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141856.msg6564324#msg6564324)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port, near the Dirty Secret<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English (Irish accent), French, Some Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Raavyn laughed adn watched as she climbed down. "I never lie about me skills, laddy." He gave a bit of a bow to her. "Raavyn Selwyn, Shipwright, at your service lad." He said, his Irish accent a cute kind fo thing, making him sound a bit comical as he spoke in a fast manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 14:15:51</strong>
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				<strong>"Martin" Nash and Raavyn Selwyn </strong><br><br>Interesting looking fellow, Mary/Martin decided a she came down with a slight thump n the deck, knees flexing to take the impact.&nbsp; And why was she relaxing slightly in his presence?&nbsp; The man was a pirate, and pirates were predators by nature.&nbsp; She darted a look at the main hatchway, Arouj was still occupied.<br><br>"Most of the officers are ashore,&nbsp; They be at the Blue Iguana, likely in a bar fight at the moment."&nbsp; &nbsp; She thought a moment.&nbsp; "Ah, there may be one in his cabin but he's likely, um, busy."&nbsp; One way to put it.&nbsp; Which left a very good question, who had the duty watch for the ship?&nbsp; Well, she did, she supposed. Damned if anybody else seemed to be paying attention to who came aboard.<br><br>"I can't let you go below."&nbsp; She eyed him thoughtfully.&nbsp; "I'd like to.&nbsp; I'm a tops'lman, I know rigging, this one's a taut ship, good cordage.`&nbsp; She leaned over the railing, looked down the side.&nbsp; "And the hull looks fine but... you'd be the expert on that."&nbsp; She stood straight, stepped back and waved him up <br><br>"Come aboard Mr. Selwyn.&nbsp; I'll give you the farthing tour of the deck, take you up in the rigging if you've a mind for that."<br><br>A possible shipwright, not a common carpenter? Worth his weight in silver, if true.&nbsp; She'd stick close, keep an eye on him.&nbsp; That should make that Drunken Bas-, uh, The Captain happy.&nbsp; Happier, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 21:04:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h157/INNERDEBTS/Savage.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Raavyn Selwyn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141856.msg6564324#msg6564324)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Port, near the Dirty Secret<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English (Irish accent), French, Some Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br>He nodded and followed the "lad" up the gangway. "A fine ship to be sure,&nbsp; I must give good regards to whomever keeps the ship in such a decent condition." He was eyeing the ship, this way and that,&nbsp; with steady eye and deft hand, he gave little tugs here and there on certain ropes. "This line here's fraying, ye may want to be lookin at this one lad, it wouldn't do to have such things fail out at sea." He said, the line didn't look all that bad, just gentle fraying, but Raavyn was a careful man aboard a ship, professional to the degree of the highest.<br><br>"I may wish a talk with yer captain lad,&nbsp; iffin he has a mind to, I'd not mind workin' aboard a ship like this." It was about this time he took notice of the tall dark and very handsome Chris, Raavyn's brow raising as he looked him over. Well now, I would'a figured you fer the captain good sir." Not lad for him, oh Chris was most defiantly a SIR in big block letters. "I was just at the tavern called the Blue Iguana, Lads there may be a mite bit busy it seems. I'd love to wait here for him, iffin you would be so kind. Take it your his first mate?" He questioned in his usual carefree tone, relaxed and seeming utterly at ease, save the line of tension that ran through his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 01:14:35</strong>
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				<strong>"Martin" Nash and Raavyn Selwyn</strong><br><br>Introducing this obvious professional to her drunken sot of a captain... the thought of that meeting put a spring in Mary's step and a sparkle in her eye.&nbsp; "He's in the Blue Iguana, still getting sloshed or mebbe poundin' the daylights out of somebody.&nbsp; There was fair certain a fight boiling inside just as you walked up."&nbsp; She was positively cheerful, just at the thought.&nbsp; She'd dismissed his sour look at the cordage.&nbsp; As if she'd trust her life to uncertain lines, hah.<br><br>But he wanted to make his mark?&nbsp; Let 'im.&nbsp; He'd likely get away with it.&nbsp; Pirates were often amazingly keen at doing jobs, tending to details that were life and death at sea.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 18:44:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret, Captain's Cabin door<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas, Chris<br></div> <br>Several things happened at once and Arouj was caught in the middle. A loud shout came from topside and he stiffened, turning away from the obscene tableau behind the door. He should have run to see what was happening but satisfaction of that night had made his muscles indolent. As a result he was stuck like an iron weight on the timbers when the captain's cabin door swung open and a fancy dressed Frenchman collided with his shoulder.<br><br>The man was tall, pale with shadowed eyes. Arouj stared up, brown cheeks hot in the darkness. Of all the breeds of men to spill forth... only his recent oath to the captain caused him to stay his hand. Had that even been the captain in the tavern? Why was there a Frenchie in the captain's cabin, then? <br><br>While his mind was attempting to sort things out, the stranger implied that he would make Arouj eat his own testicles. In the next moment the man was gone, headed towards the shouting above, leaving the Maghrebian alone, enraged, in front of a naked boy still sticky with French seed. A whore, by all accounts, who luxuriated in his filthy state.<br><br>Arouj rose, slow, his eyes blazing at the boy. At any other time he might have given the little cocksleeve what he craved; he had no qualms about committing buggery with a cabin boy's tight and girlish ass. Men would always have needs that must be filled and when there was no cunt in a thousand thousand miles. Any other time...<br><br>His fists slammed into the doorframe and he leaned into the cabin, every muscle tensed, white teeth clenched in a snarl. “Come out and I'll cool you with piss, Frenchman's whore,” Arouj said. “He won't keep you forever, unless he slits your throat when he finishes this night. If he does not, I will be waiting to teach you so many things” - he bit off each word as if it dripped blood - “that you never wished to know.”<br><br>Arouj pushed himself away from the door and spat on the jamb. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 21:27:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Arouj</div>Perhaps another whore would have stepped back, would have been intimidated by the surprising degree of anger that came from the bronzed man who had been spying on the private affair in the Captain's Cabin. No other whores were Lucas however, who merely slid to seat himself once again on the bed, crossing slender legs and surfing an eyebrow towards the rather curious anger that was directed towards him. He could only assume the stranger had a loathing of his occupation, or else Frenchmen as he spat so viciously once Chris had rounded the hallway and left to see to the bustle on deck.<br><br>"Oh dear..." The boy spoke softly, a fingertip resting in far too innocent-a manner upon a flushed lower lip. "Anyone would think you were angry, stranger..." There was no intimidation in his words, no sign that he had been at all shaken by the threat made towards him as he rose from the bed and took slow, sensuous steps towards the snarling threshold of the room. The man was a challenge in Lucas' eyes; a wild and dangerous thing that drew his attention quite well... But he'd rather not have his neck cut if his misjudged and stepped out into danger.<br><br>He leaned his side luxuriously against the frame, slender hips arched slightly to the side to reveal the smooth curve of his body as a hand lingered gently upon his inner thigh, idly drumming fingers against the porcelain skin. "And how would you know what I do and don't want? I happen to fancy a lot of things people frown upon..." He shrugged slender shoulders slightly and smiled, running his tongue slowly over his lips.<br><br>"But if you're jealous you didn't spot me first, we can certainly fix that... I'm talented at improving a person's mood, so I'm told..." His eyes were hooded and smouldered like sapphire coals as he spoke, tilting his head to one side. "I could step out to you... Assuming you wouldn't wring my lovely neck in the same moment?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 00:41:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's cabin door<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas<br></div><br>“Dirty, godless, <em>bala'a il a'air … inta shaz, sharmuta</em>!” Arouj sputtered, falling into his native tongue as the naked whore flaunted in front of him. If he ruined the boy, how much would it anger the Frenchman? He had seemed more concerned with preventing trespass into the captain's cabin than in the slut's well-being. Still, it would surely disrupt his night's enjoyment. That was a start towards making the man pay for such insult to his honor.<br><br>“Step out, then,” the dark pirate said thickly. A line of sweat trickled down his cheek and he raked his fingers back through tangled hair. Arouj fairly towered over the pale boy, another shining little treasure he would've been glad to collect under different circumstances. Right now he desperately wanted to spoil it. Every muscle taunt, he forced himself to lean against the outside edge of the door frame.<br><br>The boy actually came closer, quite close to the doorway. Arouj could smell him, hot with the stink of arousal and drying cum. There was a smear of red on the whore's chest that said the Frenchman liked to toy harshly with his playthings.<br><br>“He hurt you. Did you like that?” Arouj's eyes glittered in the dark. “This is why I don't pay for white whores. They are already so broken they cannot remember how to scream.” He reached out towards the boy's face and stopped, his fingertips inches away from those full, wet lips. “I will not kill you, <em>sharmuta</em>. Not until you beg for it.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 01:23:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chris, Arouj</div>Lucas arched a slender eyebrow as the man before him broke intimate what he assumed his native language, spouting what he assumed to be insults towards him. It only brought a chuckle from the whore's lips however, and he lightly shook his head, the golden hair ghosting across his delicate features. "Goodness, you are angry, aren't you? I may be a little dirty right now, but I'm not quite Godless... Just a little... Free with my believes." He flicked a strand of hair from his features and lifted an eyebrow as he was invited to step out, allowing his eyes to run over the rather wonderful man before him.<br><br>It was so very tempting to simply step out and sample the anger that glowed within those dark eyes, but he had a firm code that he abided by; no handling of him before an agreement of payment was made. He wasn't about to give a free ride (no pun intended) just because of how the man looked. "Hmm?" His gaze slipped down to his chest as the thin line of blood was noted, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he ran a fingertip across the slightly raised welt with a small sigh of delight.<br><br>"I like whatever I'm told to like... But maybe I do enjoy an element of danger; is that such a dreadful thing?" The boy smirkedand lightly shrugged his shoulder at the following comment, lowering his hand to again play across his thigh. "Oh, I scream... maybe you're just not up to the task; I'm sure my other client is..." He couldn't help but poke fun at the obvious hatred head within the other man, and he remained perfectly still as the fingers stopped so close to his lips, scoffing softly.<br><br>"I give nothing for free... You'll have to entice me if you want to touch..." He flicked his tongue outward, the very tip flicking over the man's fingertips in a teasing contact, his eyes glittering darkly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 20:54:35</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Ezequiel_Stremiz_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucius Love (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6462505#msg6462505)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tatiana, le Croix and Arouj<br><br><hr>Carrying the petite girl in his arms, the errant swashbuckler made his way up the gangplank and onto the deck of the Dirty Secret.&nbsp; He got a few looks, mostly smirks from the crew who were working on deck, but no one said anything to him immediately.&nbsp; Adjusting her weight in his arms again, he made his way to the Captain's Quarters... pausing as he saw the door was ajar, a swarthy skinned man standing in the doorframe speaking to someone who he couldn't see inside.&nbsp; He could have sworn he heard le Croix further inside, saying something about the Captain not being there.&nbsp; Dammit.&nbsp; He knew the tall Frenchman was of some sort of importance on the ship, though he knew not what.&nbsp; With a grunt, he moved the girl so she was properly thrown over his shoulder, her legs held fast with one hand, her head and torso hanging over his back with her ass facing forward.&nbsp; He spoke with a certain devil may care charm as he addressed the man who's voice he had heard a moment ago, his own voice tinged with a Spanish accent.<br><br><strong>"Mr le Croix!&nbsp; Am I to understand that you have some amount of say as to who boards this fine ship?&nbsp; I've a nice little thief here who could do with life on the open sea, whether she likes it or not.&nbsp; At the very least I need someplace to tend to her injuries until the Captain returns without having to fend off a bunch of randy sea dogs."</strong><br><br>A few of the crew within hearing distance chuckled at that, though one or two shook their heads.&nbsp; They wouldn't have minded a piece of that wench.&nbsp; Damn pretty boys always get the best ones.&nbsp; Lucius himself didn't much care what the scurvy-ridden fleabags that comprised half of this crew thought.&nbsp; He'd run them through one at a time if needs be until they got the message.&nbsp; Not that it ever came to that.&nbsp; It usually only took one, maybe two.&nbsp; This 'pretty boy' was far more ruthless than most swabs realized.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 00:43:02</strong>
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				<br><strong>Sticking her nose in Lucien's and Tatiana's business.</strong><br><br>The cocky fellow who stormed aboard ship was typical, Mary decided, but his burden was not.&nbsp; She blinked in surprise, looked more closely.&nbsp; A woman?&nbsp; And not in disguise either.&nbsp; Huh.&nbsp; How about that.&nbsp; She moved closer to the stern, keeping an eye on Raavyn... nuts, something about tending injuries.&nbsp; She dithered a moment, got a quick peek at the girl, the accused thief.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something about her just just caught her eye.<br><br>"The Galley."&nbsp; She called out.&nbsp; "Take her to the galley, Arouj and I have claimed it, he's as good a cook as you're gonna find."&nbsp; Possibly a lie, who knew, worry about it later,&nbsp; "Patch her up there, it's as private as ye'll find aboard."&nbsp; Mary shrugged&nbsp; &nbsp;"As clean as any, too.&nbsp; It'll have what ye need."<br><br>Mary/Martin shimmied down the ladder to belowdeck.&nbsp; "This way, this way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 18:05:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Galley<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone on board<br></div>The sound of other crewmen, shouting and thundering down the gangways behind him, was Arouj's salvation.&nbsp; As much as he wanted to pull the whore's tongue out, as much as he wanted to gut the Frenchman, he must swallow his own anger instead. The time would come, but spilling blood before they'd even left the dock, with Mary's fate in the balance as well... no. This would not happen.<br><br>Sharp white teeth clenched, his dark face fixed in a snarl as he pushed away from the doorway and the demon of temptation within. He forced his eyes off the whore and fixed them on the planks overhead. Speaking again in Arabic, he whispered words that sounded like prayer rather than curse: <em>"No one will be granted such goodness except those who exercise patience and self-restraint, none but persons of the greatest good fortune."</em><br><br>Without daring another look towards the captain's berth, he turned and stalked away, repeating the same phrase several times over for good measure. The whore had to come out sometime. The French dog had to be alone sometime. There was fortune in patience, look at what it had already brought him. His little rabbit. Soon, his white bird.<br><br>He crossed to the stern and arrived in time to see Mary leading a man with a burden into the galley. A wicked, hopeful smile curled his lips for a moment. Could this be the ship's original cook? Someone who needed to be dispatched as quickly as possible? Eager to vent his bloodlust on a convenient target, he eased a worn dagger from its sheath at his hip, its ivory hilt warm and soothing in his hand. <br><br>Approaching the doorway, he held the blade low as he focused on the stranger's back. Mary seemed intent on the bundle he was carrying. Supplies of some sort, grain or - a delicate, feminine hand was suddenly revealed, dangling from a lace sleeve - something far more interesting?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 16:51:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> No one (open)</div>The boy was left blinking slowly as the sound of other people moving around on the upper level reached his ears, sighing to himself and shaking his head. His chances of any further play that evening seemed low at best, what with the flurry of activity that would probably keep Chris busy, and the man who suffered his terrible teasing had also turned to leave as well. It left Lucas in something of a bind - he'd been told to stay put, and since he hadn't received his payment het he wasn't about to argue, but it was boring to besbe stuck alone.<br><br>He compromised with walking back to where his clothing had been discarded, tugging the cloth over his body before taking much more care with the fine leather boots that clung to his knees. At least now he was dressed in case other happened along the corridor. He wasn't shy of course, but he didn't think it wise to linger too long in such a stat on a pirate ship. No telling who would happen upon him next...<br><br>Once settled he poked his head from the door and glanced along the corridor, whistling loudly in hopes he'd draw attention to himself, casting his gaze upwards. He wasn't worried. Chris would come back soon enough, and this extra time increased his payment quite nicely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 16:57:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret (deck)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All aboard and in earshot</span></div><br>With a loose-jointed gait of those use to the world swaying underfoot, Govad wound his way through the tight, stinking streets to the docks, taking a moment to recall which of the many ships was his own Secret. It was to the rigging he looked rather than recollecting from his own memories, his single eye serving him better than his sodden memory ever could. He could have made use of Clive to guide him, but then if he couldn’t find his way to his own ship the crew would like as not say he’d not be able to find them booty. <br><br>Up the gangplank and onto the deck came the Captain, frowning at the lack of watchmen, though there was a many men on deck that it couldn’t matter. New faces among old hands, an uncomfortable amount of new faces. Had he lost so many crew this last voyage to need this many new faces? Probably. And if not, there would be losses enough in months to come. He passed his gaze over them and said loudly, “Tomorrow morn, we cast off.” The last of the food and water barrels would be loaded in a few hours time, and a few other things besides. “Anyone on board then better earn their keep. Anyone off gets to find work with someone else. You want a cut when we make port next, you better get your name on my list once we get to open ocean. Now stow it, you louse-ridden curs.”<br><br>He glowered dangerously and dared any of them to speak up.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 05:10:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h157/INNERDEBTS/Savage.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Raavyn Selwyn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141856.msg6564324#msg6564324)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English (Irish accent), French, Some Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Raavyn nodded as he heard a gentleman speak up, more standing there and watching about before he went up. "Figure I may as well be introduced seeing as I will apparently be working aboard.. The name be Raavyn Selwyn, Shipright. Be happy to work where ya need me." He said and seemed to look about for something for actually do. Might as well be useful if he was going to serve aboard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Suiko</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 19:52:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Deck<br><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Govard, the general deck.</div>Clive simply followed as he so often did, sure to keep a watchful eye out for any potential trouble as he and the Captain made their way toward the ship. Part of him wanted to politely ask whether Govard was sure which way he was going, but the man seemed to be in one of his better moods, despite what others might assume. He didn't want to spoil that and so remained dutifully silent, a small smile coming to his lips as the ship came fully into sight.<br><br>He moved gracefully behind the Captain up the gangplank and blinked slowly, eyes training over the motley crew on board. Gods he didn't know most of these people. His first thought went towards the brig - his place, where his children were. Fingertips twitched as a slight glare came to his eyes- God help them if anyone touched his place.<br><br>Of course Clive said nothing against Govard's words as be continued to observe those around, gaze lingering for a moment on Chris - the only one he recognised. Did he bring them all? No, Chris wasn't the sort to bring so many. The man was intelligent and so Clive looked over him, eyeing the redhead who spoke up so boldly to the Captain with a mental sigh.<br><br>Too many new people made him uncomfortable and he remained in his rightful place just behind Govard, awaiting orders or else a release from his self-imposed station.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunarSage</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 20:23:27</strong>
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				<hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Ezequiel_Stremiz_3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lucius Love (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6462505#msg6462505)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tatiana, Mary and Arouj<br><br><hr>As 'Martin' slid down the ladder to lead him to the Galley, Lucius gave a nod.&nbsp; Something seemed odd about the young man, but he couldn't place what exactly.&nbsp; His mind was mostly on the woman he carried in his arms, however.&nbsp; He followed Martin down to the Galley, out of sight just as the Captain returned to the ship and made his decree.&nbsp; He smiled a touch at that.&nbsp; Hard work never bothered Lucius in the slightest.&nbsp; As they had only just entered the room below deck, he felt like something, or rather someone was behind him, trying very hard to be silent.&nbsp; He spoke to the side as he held the woman in his arms.&nbsp; He knew he was at a disadvantage should someone wish to attack him this soon, but if he was to be attacked, his assailant was dreaming if he thought that Lucius wouldn't drop the girl like a sack of potatoes to quickly defend himself.&nbsp; His accent was decidedly Spanish as he spoke.<br><br><strong>"One chance is all you get with me.&nbsp; You'd best make it a good one."</strong><br><br>With that he continued on, following where Martin led him but wary of the figure behind him.&nbsp; He wished to find a place to set her down so he could turn and face whoever had been sneaking up on him.&nbsp; The man was good, Lucius had to give him that.&nbsp; Only the creak of one of the stairs had given him away and he couldn't expect such good fortune in the future.&nbsp; He spoke again, this time to Martin.<br><br><strong>"Where can I set her down?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 19:11:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret (deck)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All aboard and in earshot</span></div>Govad looked the young man over, taking note of his lithe body and the hint of muscle under his skin. He had worked aboard a ship before, that much was clear. But he was not about to trust a stranger without credentials with the well being of his ship. “Shipwright are you? And I’m a pock on the king’s fat arse. You come aboard with nothing, boy. Think yourself a shipwright all you please but anyone catches you tampering with my vessel and I’ll have your hands. You want a position, you can fucking earn it.“<br><br>As much as Govad wanted to sweep off to his own chamber, he couldn’t do so right away. There might be more upstarts he needed to quell. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Healergirl</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 20:09:16</strong>
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				<strong>"Martin" Nash<br>The Dirty Secret<br>With Lucius, Tatiana and Arouj</strong><br><br>"Over there, the blankets in that corner.&nbsp; She's out of the way, softeer bedding, but enough light for me to see.&nbsp; What's wrong with her?"&nbsp; Mary was a bito n edge.&nbsp; Aoruj stood ready to act... but the stranger was used to violence, and she emphatically was not.&nbsp; not a close quarters, anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Madriv</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 16:25:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Galley<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucius, Mary, Tatiana <br></div><br>Arouj let out a long, hissing sigh between his teeth. The dagger found its sheath again. "Peace be unto you, Spainard. I only wish to know what baggage you bring into my galley," he said, walking lazily to the far wall and leaning against the fire box with folded arms. The dark Magrebhian cast a sharp glance at Martin, judging quickly that the boy had not been harmed, and then turned his attentions back to the newcomers. "Marti is quite eager to offer another man's bed to strangers, I see."<br><br>He mentally added, <em>And Marti will be the one to boil the bedding afterwards.</em><br><br>The wench in the Spainard's arms looked vaguely familiar; he must have seen her plying her trade in town. The man had good taste. She still looked fresh and firm, not worn out like most of the whores. That damned boy in the captain's cabin was a fine choice&nbsp; as well, with all his lewd manners. Arouj wondered if everyone on the ship was going to bring a piece on board this night.<br><br>His eyes narrowed in a sly smile. "I trust our hospitality will not go unrewarded, Spainard. When you've have your fill, won't you give young Mister Martin here a go at the whore? Boy's never laid with a woman before. Would do him some good to get his dick wet," he said with a wink.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karasu</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 17:30:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h157/INNERDEBTS/Savage.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Raavyn Selwyn (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141856.msg6564324#msg6564324)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English (Irish accent), French, Some Spanish<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br></span></span><hr><br>Oh he certainly paied attention to that. "Wouldn't be dreaming o' it Cap'in. I state so ya know regardless if ya use it or not." He said,&nbsp; as he leaned against a railing, rather glad at least he had brought his meager tools, but that had been it. <em>"Well Raavyn, ya wanted to be a pirate.. I guess ye got yer wish.."</em> His mind whispered to him as he thought, but Raavyn was actually quite glad for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 05:15:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/1339629086457368298607092.jpg) </div><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: garamond;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Eli (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6435977#msg6435977)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br><br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: garamond;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Having arranged with his brother to meet up on the Dirty Secret, he left off soon after Levi had slipped out the back. He had gathered up a few much needed items, got a very much needed bath, some food in his belly and stuffed his personal items into a small potato sack before finding his way onto the ship. He was a slippery and sneaky little devil making his boarding onto the ship fairly easy. He just had to find a hole in the wall sort of place to settle in and hide while waiting on Levi to join him before the ship sailed.&nbsp; They had to get out of that port as soon as possible and this was the only way to do so. Pushing his fingers back through his newly washed hair, Eli was set for the night. He crouched there behind a good number of crates with a tarp laying over him in such a way he could still look out and see if anyone was coming his way. He was nervously waiting and hoped Levi would make it before they set sail. He didn't want to leave his twin behind but he couldn't give away his hiding spot now.<br><br>Keeping quiet he took a few deep breathes and settled onto his backside leaning against the crates.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was tired after everything he had done that evening and his eyes kept threatening to close on him. He blinked twice then shook his head some mentally scolding himself as he had to keep alert. The feel of the boat rocking wasn't helping him in the slightest. The back and forth motion was enough to put any baby immediately to sleep, so it was no real surprise that Eli was headed in that direction himself. Pushing his hands up under his armpits he leaned against his bag and soon after his eyes became too heavy to keep them open. Lucky for him he was in a nice hole of a spot and was out of the way enough that he'd not be seen immediately. At least not until they needed to get some supplies for the cook or what not. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Josietta</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 05:26:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/TatiannaCharacterProfile.jpg)</div><br><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name:</strong> Tatianna &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6436004#msg6436004)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dirty Secret - Galley<br><strong>Languages:</strong> Spanish, English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucius, Open<br></span></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: Maiandra GD;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Tatianna felt the motion of her body being moved around and then muffled noises of voices around her. She wasn't sure what was going on but her head was pounding and she thought she might vomit at any moment. Her stomach turned and she suddenly wondered if she had her bag and the goods she had swiped from the man in that hallway. It didn't occur to her that he would be the one that had her all bundled up and on a ship. The rocking back and forth made sense but she wasn't a sailor and hadn't really been on a ship before or at least not that she could remember at the moment. A very quiet groan could be heard from her as her eyes fluttered to open and then closed almost too quickly as the light shone onto them causing her head to hurt even more, if it were possible. It didn't take long for her to make out a few voices before everything went back to the blackness she had been engulfed in just a few minutes prior. <br><br>Her skirts were long enough it kept her well and covered as Lucius had her over his shoulder, and lucky for the lovely exotic street rat, she had her chest covered just by circumstance of the way she was laying over him. To most anyone she might be seen as whore as her clothing wasn't exactly noble nor was it likely that a noble would be around the docks at that hour. Then again she wasn't wearing anything too tattered and worn, well if you didn't look at her boots that is. They were well worn and had seen their own bits of patching here and there. She had nothing else on her, Lucius had obviously confiscated any sort of coin purse or bag she might have had. Her dark black hair was smooth and fairly clean with the purple streaks hidden as it had been hanging upside down bouncing against her captor's back. Captor. Was that what Lucius was? Or was he going to exact his revenge on her for being the little thief she was. Maybe he heard about the deeds he had done and wanted to turn her in for a ransom. She didn't know. She only knew he was the one who held her and then the blackness had came again.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Golden Age of Piracy - The Dirty Secret</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>13-10-2012, 06:25:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/vampire_by_leejun35.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Du'an (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385021#msg6385021)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Galley<br><strong>Languages:</strong> English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Edgar, anyone <br>else in the galley<br><br></div><br>Looking somewhat annoyed, Du'an strode onto the ship, his heels clicking loudly on the timbers as he made his way below deck. He had a bound and unconscious whore draped over his shoulder, carrying 'her' somewhat easily, or at least doing well at not showing how fatigued carrying his burden was making him. Any of the nameless peons working who spoke to him were met with a growled "I'm busy", and he quickly took the strumpet down to the brig. <br><br>Letting out a breath of relief as he had finally arrived at where he intended to be, he somewhat carelessly dropped Edgar upon the glorified plank that served as the bed within the brig, immediately dusting off his clothes and turning to lock him in there. He really <em>should</em> check that the man didn't have anything on him for picking the lock, but he was annoyed and tired, and Edgar was unconscious. It could wait a few minutes.<br><br>"You stay there and think about what you've done, young lady," he said dryly, though he wasn't sure Edgar was even coherent enough to have caught it, turning on his heels to leave.<br><br>Still with an air of aloofness, Du'an came back up to the middle deck, immediately making his way to the galley. He didn't care what the others were doing, he just growled 'get out of my way' as he pushed past them like he owned the place. He didn't even recognize any of them, what the hell were they doing here? He didn't really care right now. <br><br>He made his way towards the booze stockpile, snatching a bottle of rum from it.&nbsp; He plucked the cork from it and took a quick swig, eyeing the people in the galley with a bit more attention now. He was quiet for a moment, taking another, longer swig. <br><br>"...who are you people," he eventually asked in a rather unamused tone as he lowered the bottle, eying them dubiously.
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