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Madi peers out over the sea from her place lounging in the window seat next to James’ desk. It’s a gorgeous day. The harbor is just visible from her vantage point, buzzing with activity, as are wave crests farther out to sea; she becomes distracted watching them rise and fall in a hypnotic pattern. The ship rocks in a lulling motion underneath Madi while the midday sun casts beams of light onto her little nook, making it warm and cozy. So cozy that she briefly entertains a nap, but this one on one time with James is precious and she refuses to sleep it all away.
They are on yet another intelligence mission, just Madi and James this time. John opted to remain on the island with Thomas, at Madi’s gentle suggestion. Being at sea for long periods of time tended to exacerbate her husband’s old wound, which had never quite healed properly. It was better to leave him in Thomas’ skilled care. Thomas will ensure, in his own way--with banter, light haughtiness, and sexual cajoling--that John tends to himself properly.
She and James are currently docked in Port Royal. The visit serves the dual purpose of establishing more allies as well as gathering intelligence for the furthering of their revolution. Earlier they had walked the town, scouting in preparation for the rendezvous with their contact. Madi secured the meeting spot, slipping a few coins to the innkeeper, while James stalked the perimeter, identifying the safest approach. Together they formed contingency plans, in the event that negotiations go poorly and they need to beat a hasty retreat. With all of this already taken care of, there is little to do in the interim beyond rest back aboard the ship, marking time until the sun sets.
“We have some time yet to wait,” Madi says, taking note of the sun’s position. Their contact isn’t due at the tavern until after dark.
James strides over to the bookshelf. "What would you suggest?" he asks, humming. He strokes a finger along the spines. "I bought a new book in the last port. If you wish, I could read it aloud." James casts her a hopeful smile over his shoulder, standing at a loose parade rest, eyes crinkled and warm.
Madi is so helplessly fond of him in this moment, the way he brims with excitement at the thought of such a simple pleasure. It is appealing, she admits, the thought of settling against James’ sturdy chest as he reads to her, feeling his voice rumble against her back while Madi is charged with turning the pages. Madi stretches languidly and rises from her seat. As much as she enjoys that type of quiet domesticity, she has a more adventurous suggestion for how to pass the time. In truth, it’s something that she's been considering for a while.
Madi cuts James a sly glance as she approaches. "Do you remember the time I caught you in here with John?"
James flushes a delightful shade of pink. Madi absolutely adores how easily his fair complexion reddens. How easily the dread pirate Captain Flint, demon scourge of the West Indies, blushes like some fresh-faced maiden. James is more prone to sunburn than either she or John, whose skin absorbs the sun, turning golden brown. Thomas' skin is nearly as fair as James', though he also tans well, a handsome and healthy glow. James, however, is perpetually ruddy with too much sun or else he's pink with exertion, with embarrassment, with arousal. It suits him, unveils the man living beneath the guise of monster and myth. Madi revels in teasing him, in being the cause of that flush, endearing as she finds it.
Madi can see the scene she’s referring to flashing behind James’ eyes as surely as she can picture it herself. In her memory, James pins John to the wall of this very cabin, having levered John up into his arms, hands cupping under his arse. The hanging lantern swings with the motion of the ship, illuminating only half of their bodies, the other half cloaked in shadow.
James is sunk deep inside of John, and he grasps John's thighs so tightly that the flesh dimples under his fingers. James’ face is tipped into John’s neck, biting red marks down the side as he fucks John hard and fast. John's head is thrown back, curls spilling everywhere, as he pants and moans in ecstasy. Madi can still hear the near-unintelligible babbling of yes and Captain and please bouncing off the cabin walls.
Madi loves watching them together, loves watching John shake apart under his Captain. He’s always begging for more, more, more, welcoming the punishing thrusts, sure to be bruised tomorrow and happier for it. Sometimes Madi sits back during intimate encounters between the four of them and simply observes, a front row seat to John Silver being taken apart, surrendering beautifully to James or Thomas or both at once.
Just the thought of James and John in this room, sensually entwined, makes a hot ache spread between Madi’s legs. Her pirates are always so desperate together, as if making up for lost time, buried in one another, frantic to melt together and form a whole, as if they each aren’t quite complete without the other.
Madi slinks closer to James, trailing a teasing hand down his chest. Then she smooths down his shirt, skims her fingers along the collar, not quite a full caress, just lightly exploring. A hint of what’s to come. James is quiet and calm under her touch, watching her steadily, content to wait and follow where she leads.
“Such strength. Mmm.” She gropes appreciatively at James' biceps under the long black coat. She feels the muscle flex automatically under her touch. "If you could lift John, you can certainly lift me with no trouble. Wouldn't you agree?"
The green of James’ eyes is swallowed up by black, and his tongue flicks across his parted lips. Madi tracks the motion, moving even closer in anticipation of that warm mouth against hers.
"You make an excellent point," James replies, voice husky.
He tips down to treat Madi to a slow and lingering kiss. She immediately welcomes his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, and they thoroughly taste each other. It is both reassuringly familiar and new each time. Madi's knees go a little weak as he folds her in that secure embrace, draws her in to nestle against the broad expanse of his chest. It never ceases to make Madi feel safer, the sturdiness and strength of their Captain. He projects an aura of competency and power that makes her feel as if anything is possible. Though there is not quite enough room for her, John, and Thomas all three to use James’ chest as a pillow, they make it work. One of them, usually John, opts to lay between his gorgeous thighs instead, which are fine pillows in their own right.
In many ways, James is her truest partner in this war of theirs, the one who she understands without him having to speak and who understands her in return. Their passions are evenly matched, their goals aligned. They push each other to new heights and together there’s nothing they cannot achieve.
Madi loves John with all her heart: his clever mouth, quick wit, his brilliant mind that always finds a way out, always seeks for a better solution, his unfailing devotion, his irresistible beauty. Her love for James is different, neither greater nor lesser, and exists separately from their relationship with John Silver.
James is far quieter and more deferential when it’s just the two of them, a side of him reserved for her alone. Madi is not a jealous woman and finds great joy in sharing her lovers, in magnifying the love and peace and wellbeing amongst the four of them, though she also treasures this alone time with their beloved Captain. Madi loves how easy James becomes with her, how he can relax and let go of the reins for once, the stress of command falling from his shoulders. James is more than willing to let Madi take control, a silent shadow of leashed power at her back simply standing by for the kill command.
They kiss leisurely, stripping each other with practiced motions. James knows exactly how to navigate Madi’s clothing, knows where every clasp to her blouse, trousers, and belt are by feel. He holds her balanced while she kicks off of her boots. In return, Madi pushes James’ coat down off his shoulders, tossing it onto the desk behind them. She untucks his shirt with a little smile, rucking it up and scratching along the ginger hair on his belly. Madi takes a moment to grope the plush swell of James’ middle, humming with satisfaction.
James chuckles under her attention. “Inspecting your good work?”
“Yes, well,” Madi says, running indulgent hands over his torso. “Thomas is a fair cook, but his portion sizes leave much to be desired.” Madi pauses, scrunching her nose. "We needn’t discuss John’s culinary attempts. Also, as you know, it’s difficult to eat well when we’re at sea. But I'll ensure you have a proper meal once we return home. You must keep up your strength." Madi encircles James with her arms, pulling him close so she can feel the solid girth of him against her body.
“My strength for battle or for pleasuring you?” he rumbles with amusement, one eyebrow arched.
Madi flashes a sharp smile. “Yes.”
She reaches up to pull the leather tie from James’ hair, a swoop of auburn falling across the proud forehead. The three of them, Madi, Thomas, and John, had all insisted James grow his hair back, and so he complied ruefully, outvoted.
A few minutes more of kissing accompanies the playful undressing and finally they are bare before one another. James stands there gazing, unvarnished adoration and lust written on his face. Madi’s heart bursts with the feeling of being so well-loved, being the sole recipient of his attention; it pours on her like warm water. She takes the moment to look her fill as well, appreciating the body before her immensely, as much as the mind it houses.
James is limned in light, the sun streaming through the back windows of the captain’s cabin makes the hair on his head, face, arms, legs, even his eyelashes, shine burnished gold, as if he’s been dipped in riches.
He’s beautiful in an entirely different way from John or from the beautiful dark-skinned men with whom Madi was raised. James is all thick muscular thighs, rosy pink nipples small and winking out of a dense forest of chest hair, eyes green as a bottle and sharp as its glass. And the freckles, like constellations in the night sky, for there are far too many to count, far too many to kiss individually, though Madi entertains the idea of attempting it regardless.
James draws Madi in for another deep kiss, caressing her skin in large broad strokes, down her shoulders, over the planes of her back, along her arms, and as always Madi appreciates the way his hands look against her, stark and beautiful. Outwardly, they appear almost as opposites, the reverse image of each other, but their souls are made from the same mold. Madi shivers in pleasure and pushes into his touch. She explores in return, walking her fingertips from freckle to freckle as if she is dancing across his skin, painting invisible designs upon the canvas of James’ body.
It is gratifying to slowly ramp up their excitement with these soft and lingering touches, but Madi is becoming impatient. In front of her, James’ cock juts proudly from the ginger thatch of hair between his legs, hard and flushed red and she wants it. Madi is wet and aching and quite eager to be filled. And James is nothing if not always willing to give her exactly what she wants.
Madi taps him on the shoulder, raising an eyebrow expectantly. James smirks back, knowing immediately. He slides a hand down Madi’s belly to dip between her thighs, two fingers slipping between her folds and sinking inside easily. James’ breath hitches as he feels her, his long fingers massaging her inner walls, watching her with dark eyes.
Madi moans approvingly. One of her favorite things about James as a lover is that often he knows exactly what Madi wants without her having to ask. Though she also deeply enjoys ordering him to meet her every want and whim with exacting instructions, and James falls to it faithfully every time. Never has Madi met another man quite as practiced at this type of lovemaking; James throws his entire self into the act as if it's simply another challenge he must conquer, another skill he must be the best at.
“I’m more than ready,” Madi says, getting a hand on his cock. She squeezes it firmly, tugging once, twice. James inhales sharply and Madi steals a kiss, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. “Now, if you would.”
James gives a curt nod, eyes still locked on hers. In one quick motion he ducks down, wrapping a firm hand around each of Madi’s thighs. And then he lifts, hoisting her up with little effort. Madi makes a soft sound of surprise as her feet leave the deck. It’s not quite a squeak, nothing so undignified as that, but she throws her arms around James’ neck for stability as he cradles her body against him.
“Like this, Your Majesty?” James smirks at her, playful and wolfish. “Your loyal servant wouldn’t dare to let your feet touch the unworthy ground.”
“As well you shouldn’t,” Madi replies, matching his smirk with an expression of cool regality.
Madi loves how free James is these days with both affection and humor. So many worries have been sloughed off of his shoulders and he is lighter. There are fewer grim lines around his mouth and he looks somehow younger now than when Madi first met him. The first time they’d made love, it had been mired in grief, in mourning, she and James finding in each other a safe harbor to weather the storm of John’s loss. Now there is nothing so somber binding them; instead between them exists love, devotion, a shared purpose and, most nights, the warm and willing body of John Silver.
“Just like that, James. Up against the wall,” Madi instructs. “Like you did with John.” Obediently, James presses her against the rough wood paneling, his hips snug between her thighs. His cockhead nudges at her already dripping folds, poised to slide in. Madi winds her legs around him and she urges him on. James exhales raggedly as Madi digs her heels into his back. She pulls him in, deeper and deeper, until James is fully seated inside her, hot and hard, a delicious stretch.
Madi moans low in her throat. That first joining always feels so achingly good and she shifts around James to savor the fullness, the press against her insides. James is a consummate gentleman and the most perfectly disciplined lover: he will patiently hold Madi in this position as long as she wishes, waiting indefinitely and with precise control while Madi squirms and relishes the feel of his cock. James will not thrust until she instructs him to move, (nor will he whine as John would do), simply content to be used for her pleasure. The trust and power James surrenders to Madi is a treasure and causes both arousal and profound affection to swoop low in her belly.
However, though James is excellent at waiting games, Madi has no desire to tease either of them today. She captures his mouth roughly, licking inside and delighting in the bristle of facial hair against his lips. Madi draws back slowly, her lips stinging from the kiss.
"Now fuck me, James," Madi says with low authority.
James had been shocked the first time she cursed, his mouth parted, expression struck as a poleaxed mule. At the head of her people, her army, Madi must be ceremonious and dignified, an unquestionable leader. However, she’s allowed to be more free with language and emotion in this private space, and now Madi weaponizes it for the pleasure of watching James’ throat bob, of hearing him exhale sharply.
"And do not dare hold back,” she warns.
"As my Queen commands," James murmurs and gets to work.
It’s slow and steady at first, but gradually James works up to a pounding rhythm, punching the breath out of Madi with each thrust and she’s panting into his mouth. It’s wonderful, perfect, just as she’d demanded. James can keep this up indefinitely, focused, unrelenting as an undertow that will pull her swiftly to orgasm. However, it’s more fun to push him nearly to the breaking point. James knows that he’s not allowed to finish before Madi does, but she cannot help but give him a real challenge. It is a favored game of theirs, for Madi to test his limits, to see if he will fold under pressure.
She levers her opening volley, leaning in to lick the shell of his ear. “Do you wish John could see us right now? He gets so inflamed watching us,” Madi begins in a low teasing cadence. “And mmmm I like watching you fuck him too. He’s so perfect and tight, isn’t he, James? Smooth and hot inside. Do you like when I open him up for you first? Pump my fingers into him while he begs and whines so prettily. Do you like when I make him slick and ready for you?”
James thrusts hard into her as a moan chokes out of him. “Jesus Christ, Madi. Does anyone else know what a wicked mouth you have?” He sounds exasperated, but affectionate. There’s an edge to his voice, a bit of desperation already starting to creep in.
“It’s our little secret,” Madi says, chuckling. Then she gives him a devious smile. “And what’s this? Is the great scourge of the high seas Captain James Flint to be felled by a little lovemaking?” James is still fucking her steadily, but has subsided in intensity. His thrusts are slower now, lingering, sweet like molasses, and he presses Madi more firmly against the wall. Their skin is plastered together, so close and intimate, Madi can feel the hot line of his body everywhere. Sweat is gathering on them like morning dew, on her breasts, beading on his neck. It makes their bodies slide sensually on each thrust.
“If anyone were to succeed in that aim it would be you. You’re--” Madi reaches down to grab a handful of his arse and pulls James in for a deeper thrust, causing him to groan mid-sentence. “--indomitable.”
Madi clicks her tongue. “That’s a curious affirmation for your Queen. Try again.” She gives his arse an almost painfully hard squeeze in retaliation.
James makes a sound low in his throat, then begins apologizing by pressing little kisses down Madi’s neck. “Beautiful, radiant, passionate--” James murmurs. There’s another bit off moan as Madi snaps her hips up to meet him, raking her nails over the firm muscles of his back. “--fuck yes, oh. Beneficent.”
James’ vocabulary is truly impressive, her equal in literary knowledge. The words fill Madi’s chest with sunlight as sure as it builds the heat in her gut. “That’s much better," she says with warm approval. "Now, open your mouth, love. I have something for you."
Madi puts a hand on the back of his head and directs it down to her breasts, James goes with easy obedience, lapping at a nipple briefly. Then he hitches Madi up higher on his hips so he can lean down to suck her breast into his mouth properly, tonguing the nipple exactly how Madi likes. James swirls his tongue around the hard bud, nibbles at it lightly and she gasps sharply.
“Yes, just like that,” Madi says, breathy.
James remembers everything, all of her tastes, desires, and performs flawlessly every single time, with intensity and devotion in spades.
“And now the other one,” Madi tells him, stroking through James’ hair in approval. His head is bowed over her breasts, all Madi can see is the vibrant red of his hair as he worships dutifully, the sound of his suckling messy and near obscene. James switches sides as ordered, nuzzling softly at the new breast before lapping along it in broad strokes. He warms it in his mouth, humming, and Madi moans helplessly at the delicious vibration and at the sight of his pale eyelashes fanned out on his flushed cheeks. Then James sucks at her nipple hard until it is tender and throbbing.
Madi clutches at his shoulders for balance as James mouths at her, and they settle into a gentle rocking rhythm now, a steady and building pace, like stoking a fire. James is not in a hurry, which Madi will allow for the moment, and she meets his solid thrusts, her toes curling into his back, arching her spine against the bulkhead.
James lifts his head from her chest, eyes full of lust and adoration. Madi can’t resist thumbing his bottom lip, swollen and red from his good work.
“Kiss my neck now, dear," she directs, tilting her head to allow more access. "Use your teeth. Leave marks so John can admire them when we get home.” James groans helplessly in agreement. Mentioning John while they're intimate tends to drive James out of his mind; it’s Madi’s favorite trick in their contest of wills.
As he obediently buries his face in her throat, nipping and licking with fervor, sucking bruises to the surface, Madi reaches down to twist one of those delicate pink nipples. James jerks his hips against her, moaning sharp and desperate, the sound rumbling against her skin.
Each time James bottoms out she feels so deliciously full, the velvety head of his cock nudging against the very back of her channel, so deep, an intense aching pressure. It’s difficult for Madi to reach with her own fingers, but James manages to swivel his hips and stimulate the spot with extreme accuracy. He presses just enough, firmly, but without ramming against it too hard. Every time he hits it a moan is punched out of Madi from the force of her pleasure. The feeling snarls up in her gut intensely, hot and clenching.
James continues to pump into her, to mark her skin with love bites, obedient to a fault. Madi picks the game back up, breathing more wicked taunts into the humid air of the room.
“Perhaps I’ll have you on your knees for me after this. You’re so very good with your tongue.”
“Whatever pleases my Queen,” James agrees on a ragged exhale.
“Mmm, but it pleases you too. Though not near as much as watching John lick into me instead, to see that smart mouth between my thighs, put to work. He’s so good, isn’t he? So diligent and eager to do well for us. Before we left I rode his face for hours. Imagine kissing those swollen lips covered in my slick, John breathless from exertion. Would you like that, James? Sucking the taste of me from his mouth?”
Madi feels as much as hears the overwhelmed growls and moans that James lets loose into her neck. His breath puffs hot against her skin as he scrapes his teeth along the tendon there.
She makes an appreciative noise, the skin of her neck tender and aching exactly the way she wanted. “But his tongue can never get as deep as this beautiful cock, can it?” Madi asks, yanking him back in with her legs, her thighs squeezing his hips. She purposefully tightens her inner muscles down around James’ cock to hear his breath stutter with a desperate sound. Madi continues without pause, letting the delicious images play out behind her eyes, and then whispering them soft and impish into James’ ear as he tries to keep a steady pace.
“Ah but I have a solution, the best of both worlds. What if we rode his face together? You fuck me over his open mouth and make him put that clever tongue to work suckling at where we're joined.”
His fingers tighten on her thighs, hips briefly stuttering, while his cock twitches inside of her, and Madi knows she's having a significant effect. She gives a lazy twist of her hips to torment him further and continues speaking.
“We could grind down over John’s face until he can barely breathe for being surrounded by us. And then when you make me come, we’ll cover that gorgeous face in our combined spend, let it drip over his eyelashes, his cheeks, into his mouth. I think it’d drive him wild, don’t you?”
A desperate keen as his teeth find the meat of her shoulder. “God fuck, Madi, please, I can’t--”
“Kiss me," she orders again, interrupting him. James moves helplessly back up to comply, melding their lips together, tongue curling against hers. Madi sets her teeth lightly against his bottom lip, lets him take all her weight again so she can bring both hands up to cup his cheeks and pull his face closer, deepening the kiss, rubbing over that hard jaw, the silken-rough texture of his beard
Then against his lips, “Be still now, love,” she says quietly, but with steel.
There is immediate compliance as well as a murmured, “Yes, my Queen.”
James’s hips cease and he just holds her firm, seemingly relieved at the break. There's still tension in the set of his jaw Madi leans to brace against the wall, sliding all the way back, so that just the tip of his cock is inside. A huff of breath escapes James as he resituates her in preparation, his hands a firm and secure perch and she knows he would never let her fall.
She smirks at him, gets leverage on his shoulders and rocks back and forth, his cockhead popping out of her tight fluttering ring of muscles and then plunging in again. She delights in commanding that he remain still while she pleasures herself this way, like he’s simply a toy. This act teases Madi and James at the same time, both of them holding back from a full deep stroke inside. Every little thrust brings with it the sharp and sweet pleasure of being newly penetrated again and again. It also serves to overstimulate the sensitive head of James’ cock while being just torturously shy of giving him enough to reach full satisfaction.
This act is an exercise in restraint for the both of them: for him to not jerk his hips forward and for her to not just let his cock sink all the way in again. The longer Madi goes without feeling his cock deep inside the more she fantasizes, the more she wants. Delaying it builds an ache, and it will be all the more spine meltingly good for the wait. When Madi finally gives in to her body’s demands and slams their hips flush once more, the overwhelming relief from that consummation, of feeling him once more nestled to the hilt, pulsing and hard against her sensitive insides, is always transcendent.
Madi’s heart beats faster and faster as she rapidly bounces her hips to achieve those shallow pumps. Everytime he dips in and out she feels him groan deep in his chest and he’s trembling with the effort of obeying her and remaining motionless. A bead of sweat drips down his neck and she leans forward to taste it.
“I’ve been thinking, when we get home,” Madi murmurs against his mouth, starting the teasing up again, all heated mischief. “To see if John could take all three of us.” Madi pictures her smooth and luxuriously thick ivory cock slipping into John alongside James while Thomas fucks his mouth.
The little aborted bobbing thrusts serve to coax more and more slick fluid out of her to drip down like a waterfall. She’s so wet that it’s coating his cock, his balls, their pubic hair, the inside of her thighs. After this perhaps Madi really will make James kneel down, make him lap her folds and slit and thighs completely clean, swallow down his own spend.
“The two of us inside him at the same time,” Madi continues, musing. “Perhaps in the leather harness you made, so he can be on all fours. All trussed up like a gift, kneeling and begging sweetly, unraveling, gargling moans past Thomas’s cock. It would be such a lovely sight.”
All at once Madi finally lets herself sink down, lets his cock drive back into her deep and satisfying, both of them letting loose a drawn out moan in tandem. She doesn’t pause or let up at all, fucking against him hard.
James curses unintelligibly, hips briefly stuttering, a long groan. “Please, my Queen, have mercy.”
Madi makes a humming noise, as if considering. Then she tweaks his nipple sharply, saying, “No, I don’t think I will. Fuck me faster. Put your back into it,” she snaps the order like the crack of a whip.
James growls, gets two firm handfuls under her arse and squeezes, giving her a searing look. Those eyes, like some type of preternatural flame, greener than anything she’s ever seen. Perhaps others would find some demon to fear in that stare, but it simply makes her insides tighten in arousal and gush a fresh wave of slick over him.
“As my Queen commands," James says again, supplicant, but gravelly and strained with pleasure. He takes up fucking her with renewed vigor, hips snapping hard and fast just as she commanded. Madi loves the way James responds, the immediacy, the way the title sounds in his mouth, the way he defers, his willingness to submit to her, his utter relief in giving up control.
James looks so good like this, so gorgeous: there’s a flush high on his cheeks that has spread to his chest, his pupils blown black, hair wild about his face and skin sweat-slick. He's panting and baring his teeth, undone by something besides the rage of battle, and fully focused on pleasure rather than carnage. There can be a balance between these elements--between this intimacy, this vulnerability, and their war. Madi can have both love and revolution, neither eclipsing the other. She cherishes the family they’ve carved out despite the odds, despite adversity. Her, John, James, and Thomas.
Madi gives herself over to the pounding rhythm, lets herself get swept up in the animal rutting of it, her head lolling back against the wall. A litany of moans pour from her mouth at the layered sensations: the fullness, the delicious stretch, the drag of James surging in and out of her, and the sloppy wet sounds they make. The pleasure has been steadily winding tighter in her belly, climbing and climbing. Madi claws her hands into James’ hair to ground herself, to bleed off the desperate energy buzzing under her skin. She rakes his scalp, tightening her grasp in his hair and pulling.
“Oh, yes. James, good, yes, just like that. You’re perfect,” she moans.
Their hips meet again and again Madi can feel the scratch of coarse hair against her clit, the friction is just right, slicked as they are with her own arousal. It makes a zinging sensation shoot through her whole body at each thrust, every time James slides into her.
He falters, trying to slow, but she uses her legs to trap him, to keep the frantic rhythm. A desperate keen sounds high in his throat. "Fuck."
James is panting hard and he buries his face in Madi’s neck again as if the act will grant him respite. "Madi please, I need-- a moment.” God, how she loves watching him struggle to please her, to see how desperately he’s holding back
"No,” she replies, quiet but steely. “This is how I want it and this is how I shall have it. I know you can control yourself better than this."
Madi reaches down to squeeze the base of James’ cock almost punishingly, both to warn him of the consequences should he lose, and also just to feel how hot and slick it is between their bodies, where they are joined. He’s pulsing in her hand, clearly right on the edge, like a molten bar of iron.
“If you cannot control yourself I’ll have no choice but to put this in the cage afterwards,” she says, voice low with the threat, squeezing his cock again. It’s something they’ve done in the past, another way James surrenders to her totally. “For the duration of our meeting, and perhaps until we sail home.”
"Oh, fuck," James says, with another agonized groan.
"Did you not swear an oath to be mine? To be used as I please? I know you want to serve me well," Madi asks, challenging him but also seeking to instill confidence. She has absolute faith in his ability to meet her demands, but sometimes he needs the reminder.
"Yes, my Queen, yes," he says reverently.
"That's why I know you won't disappoint me. You will continue until I am fully satisfied. You will stay hard for me, for hours if I wish it. You will master your own need and pleasure me the way I want for as long as I want."
James groans, the sound somewhere between agony and ecstasy, moving to comply. He pumps into her a few more times and then his rhythm falters again as he clutches at Madi's thighs, his entire body trembling with need
“Please, Madi, it's too much,” James begs, tears of overwhelmed frustration tracking down his cheeks freely.
"It's not. I believe in you, James. You're so good for me, love,” Madi soothes, stroking through his hair. She tangles her fingers in those cinnamon red locks, tugging the roots just this side of painful. James makes a sound in the back of his throat. No one likes it quite as much as John, of course, who they regularly lead around by getting a handful of curls. “Make me come with that beautiful cock," Madi orders.
James redoubles his efforts with a strangled sob, pulling out all the stops. swiveling his hips, plunging in and out, gritting his teeth in a snarl of concentration. Intense and fiery and unwavering, as resolute and sparking as his namesake, she loves all these things about James. She loves that he is hers, this part of him, that he submits and trusts and lets himself serve unabashedly. That he found his way to her along with John, that she is blessed to bury herself in his love, that he has a surfeit of, enough for all three of them.
Madi grinds her swollen clit against him over and over, getting one hand between them to rub hard little circles on it, her insides starting to tighten inexorably around him like a vice. He’s so close now she can feel it. Madi wonders if she will win their little game this time, she’s played especially dirty this time, talking unrelentingly about fucking John. That never fails to make James groan helplessly against her, tensing and fighting the urge to come.
He's so deep now it's like he's reached inside and grabbed her soul, and finally she's right there, rubbing herself expertly. Madi leans in to capture that pink mouth again, licking over his moustache greedily to feel the silken rough texture. He slams that spot again just right and--
“Oh yes, oh, James, yes.” She peaks hard and spectacularly, wave after blinding wave making her gasp and convulse and clutch his shoulders desperately. It steals the breath from her lungs, her vision briefly going black around the edges.
James hasn't stopped, is fucking her through it obediantly, perfectly, and the pleasure keeps rolling over itself, again and again. While Madi's still twitching around him he makes a raw, desperate sound.
His whole body shudders with effort, teetering on the precipice, frantically struggling not to careen off the side, breathing hard like he's been fighting an entire regiment of British soldiers. "May I-- God, Madi please…” it is scraped out of him, his hands clench on her thighs as tightly as they had that time with John.
“Ask properly," Madi says, breathless. She's still coming around him, but reaches to brush a tender palm against his cheek, which is wet with overwhelmed tears
"My Queen. May I--" He manages to form a sentence. It’s more like a cry, desperate and raw, pulled from the depths of his soul. “--spill inside of you?"
"Yes. Yes, you may. You did so well." Madi sighs in pleasure. "Fill me up, James."
With a shout James immediately does as ordered, finally letting himself tip over the edge. He buries himself in her, hips slamming deeper and deeper. Animalistic grunts and moans are ripped from his chest, and Madi feels the pulses of hot seed empty into her. She rides it out, arms around his neck, insides still clutching and milking, welcoming. She moans at the sensation, hot and slick and good. The aftershocks of her own orgasm have weakened to little twitches, her overstimulated walls now coated and sloppy with come in a most delicious way.
The tension sags out of James as he leans forward to rest their foreheads together, both of them held up by the wall for a few moments, both coming down from the intensity of the encounter.
Madi makes a soft noise and seeks out his lips again, cupping his face in both hands and holding him close. Her mouth and tongue are languid and slow against his, a bone deep satiation humming in her as her leg muscles jump with exertion. Madi shifts slightly to feel him still inside, softening now, and he moans weakly at that, but doesn't stop kissing her.
Madi will need to wash up before their rendezvous, but for now she relishes the glorious mess, evidence of how well they've pleased each other, the slick warmth of their combined spend filling her.
Her thighs are trembling slightly, as if made of water and not flesh and they're still banded around James’ hips for stability. In truth, Madi’s not entirely sure if she can stand, having been held aloft for so long. But thankfully, she doesn’t have to.
Once again Madi need not even speak, but simply draw back and give James a small nod.
He inhales deeply, as if getting his bearings back and scoops her up from against the wall, still cradling her to his chest. Madi feels both small and more powerful than ever in his arms. He transfers them both to the bed, setting Madi down with gentle care to stretch out on the mattress. As he does, his spent cock finally slips from her, but the deep pulsing ache of him is still present in a most satisfying way. James settles next to her and they lay there quietly for a few moments.
Then he lets out a quiet curse, running a hand through his hair. “You never make it easy for me, do you?”
She turns to look at him. “I thought I’d win that round for certain,” Madi muses, not quite hiding a smirk. “I’m quite impressed.”
“You’re incorrigible. An absolute sadist,” James retorts, but there’s no heat in it, his lips quirked. “Your majesty,” he tacks on at the end, kissing the tip of her nose. She bestows upon him a pleased if slightly devious smile.
“Hmmm, that smacks of high treason, knight of mine,” Madi tosses back, playful. She snuggles up to rest against his chest, pillowing her head on firm pectorals. The sweat is still cooling on their skin, making them a bit sticky, but it’s still comforting to lay close to him. Madi hums in satisfaction as sturdy arms encircle her body and pull her closer. James runs hot, and being held by him always feels like sinking into a steaming bath.
“Besides, no one would believe you if you told them,” Madi says, idly combing through ginger chest hair. He huffs a laugh at that, stroking a palm tenderly up and down her arm.
“Perhaps not.”
Madi casts a glance out of the window. “We do still have some time before full dark…” She nuzzles deeper into that chest, eyes closed, and again seriously considers a nap.
James lights up. “I could read to you after all.” He looks over at the bookshelf consideringly.
Madi throws a leg over his, hooking it around his calf and effectively trapping him. “In a moment. I’m quite comfortable at present.” She burrows even closer and lets her eyes drop closed again, boneless over him.
There's a soft kiss to her crown and then, “As you wish.” Madi can hear the smile in his voice.