Hidden Island Chapter 15, part 2 of 2

Hidden Island
Chapter 15, part 2 of 2

"And say what? That it was you? Take the blame for me? It was my choice both times," Jack said.

"Your motives were selfless," Quinn said firmly—more than anything that mattered to him.

"I still screwed up. It didn't work. Well, not for Will anyway, and Bella doesn't... she thinks her power got her through." Jack rubbed her face and tried to calm her nerves. "She's proud.

Maybe she's right? Who knows?"

"I do," Quinn said. "Miss Fortuna would not have survived without you, and Mister Stirling has thrived because of you. Neither of them understands that does not change the facts."

"But it does change how they feel about me," Jack said bitterly. "I don't know what to do without breaking your rules."

"You know how you could change this," Quinn said gently.

"No! I do not want to lose you." Jack turned to Quinn and put her hand on his face, gazing into his black eyes. "You are all I have left. I fought too hard for you to lose you to amend my own mistakes."

"I am glad for it," Quinn said with a small smile. "I have enjoyed our time together. I would not want to see it end so soon."

"How is it that you are the worst and best thing to ever happen to me?" Jack asked.

"It is my nature. The price of getting what you want always has been getting what you once wanted," Quinn said with a small smile. "Often, the desire of a thing is preferable to the having."

"I suppose you would know." Jack took a deep breath. "What should I do, Quinn?"

"It is not my place to say, Mistress," Quinn said gently.

"Well, what would you do in my place?" she asked.

Quinn was quiet for a time, thinking. "I would prefer not to say, Mistress. I am afraid my answer may influence you."

"That's the point, Quinn. I'm at a loss, and I trust your judgment. I want some influence. Please tell me," Jack said. She slid down and repositioned so that she was lying with her head on Quinn's thigh instead of against his chest. She looked up at him, waiting.

"I would tell them the truth," Quinn said.

"I thought I couldn't? Doesn't that break the rules?" Jack needed clarification.

"You misunderstand, Mistress. You have been careful not to deviate from my instructions, but you never asked their purpose. Most of what I told you was about the limits of what I can or will do, but others are simply preferences. You did not ask for clarification, so I did not give it," Quinn said. I cannot command you and would never wish to."

"So, all those rules... they were just... guidelines?" Jack asked.

"Strong ones, but yes," Quinn said. He did not sound happy at having to admit that.

"I feel a bit like you tricked me, Quinn," Jack said with a small smile on her face.

"I did, Mistress. I have learned that it is best to give new masters substantial guidelines right away. I had hoped you would never find out. I will submit to whatever punishment you feel is necessary," Quinn said. He did not sound upset or remorseful, merely resigned.

"You were protecting yourself. You did not know me then," Jack shrugged.

"I appreciate your understanding," Quinn said with a small, rare smile.

"So I should just tell them?" Jack asked, somewhat rhetorically. "I can see why you didn't want to answer. That could create a lot of problems."

"Yes, Mistress," Quinn agreed.

"You didn't have to tell me just now, did you?" Jack asked, still trying to work everything out in her head.

"Not so directly, no," Quinn admitted. "I may have been able to devise a way of wording things that would not have revealed my earlier deception. I have come to respect you in addition to simply serving you. I know this issue has caused you great pain for years now, and you have endured it for my sake, even when the fastest way to be free of it would be to disregard my feelings on the matter. Having met Mister Sterling and Miss Fortuna, I am willing to accept the risk to my well-being to help you. Neither one of them is what I would consider deeply selfish or immoral."

"Isn't it a bit soon for you to be able to tell that?" Jack asked.

"No," Quinn said.

Jack chuckled. "Well, I appreciate that. You don't know them, though. They're both utter scoundrels in their ways. That's why we got along so well,"

"You make my argument for me. You may consider yourself a scoundrel, but it is a superficial description. Of all those I have served, few have matched you in terms of selflessness and loyalty," Quinn said, stroking his knuckles along Jack's arm.

"They might disagree," Jack sighed.

"Then they would be wrong," Quinn said.

"I'll think about it. I want to try at least to mend things without putting you at risk," Jack said.

She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep using Quinn's leg as a pillow.

"As you wish, Mistress," Quinn said. He didn't move at all while Jack slept.

Will hadn't moved at all while Bella and Belita slept.

The bed was enormous, especially for a ship's bed, but not large enough to sleep three easily, so they'd found the most comfortable position was for Will to be in the middle and Bella and Belita to press their backs against his sides. They'd piled their pillows against his shoulders. Bella had held onto Will's arm like a child with a stuffed animal. On Belita's side, he just hung his hand off the edge of the bed.

He hadn't moved in hours. When he woke up, he was sore and a bit hungover. Had the drunken misadventures at Merry Mary's been just last night? It already felt so long ago. His hands were numb.

He never would have guessed that sharing a bed with two beautiful women would have so many logistical issues.

As he began to stir, Belita woke up. She was one of those people who slept lightly and adjusted to wakefulness nearly instantly. She rolled her head on his shoulder and side-eyed him for waking her. Then she sighed and swung her feet off the bed to sit up.

"Sorry," Will said quietly. Belita stretched like a cat, putting her hands on the low ceiling, pushing, arching her back, and throwing her hips back. Her profile was exquisite, and Will could feel himself responding beneath the blankets.

Belita opened a small door on the rear wall and ducked through it. Will worked his hand, letting blood flow bring feeling back. Bella made a slight, uncomfortable noise and rolled closer against him, rubbing her hand. He adjusted to give her some room. She opened one eye and glared at him. She shook her hand. "Issat you 'r me?" she mumbled.

"Me. My arms fell asleep. I didn't mean to wake you up. How long will this connection thing last?" Will asked.

"It should be over soon." Bella rolled her face down and lifted her head long enough for Will to free his arm. Then she flopped back into her pillow and pulled the blankets over most of her head.

Will achingly sat up and started working on his other arm.

"Owww," Bella whined from under the blankets. Will managed not to laugh out loud. He stood up and stretched, bones popping and muscles protesting. Bella dragged the pillow he'd just vacated over her head to help muffle their sensations.

Belita returned to the room and saw Will staring at the pile of blankets and pillows. She raised an eyebrow at him in the dim light. He put a finger to his lips and then pinched himself on the sensitive skin beneath his tricep.

Bella squeaked. The blankets jumped like there'd been a small explosion beneath them, and then suddenly, a pillow flew at Will's head. Belita tried to hold in her laugh and snorted a bit.

Then, a small smile and mischievous smile spread over her face. Her fingers darted out and started to tickle Will, who yelped and tried to fend her off until he noticed the blankets twitching and squeaking again. He put his hands on his hips and endured. "Do your worst, pirate! I'll never talk!" he said, his face scrunched up with the effort of not laughing or squirming away.

Belita's fingers lightly dug and traced along his ribs, and the witch in the bed rolled out from beneath the blankets, kicking her feet and shrieking like her monkey. "I'm hexing you both!" she squeaked out between peals of breathless laughter. "The black spot! The evil eye!" She kicked and flailed, then started throwing more pillows. Will turned around. They hit him in the back. Belita ducked behind him and redoubled her efforts. Her hands moved higher and tickled harder. Bella's shrieks escalated. "Curses! All the curses!" She held onto herself and tried to fend off the phantom fingers, but she could do nothing. She came off the bed like a wild animal, but Will caught her, wrapping his long arms around her shoulders and squeezing her while Belita continued her assault on his ribs and underarms. He was laughing so hard that he practically cried but endured it willingly. Bella thrashed and tried to get Belita's hands to stop or pull Will away, but nothing worked. Her shrieking laughter continued, laced throughout with breathless profanity. "I give up!" she finally wailed. "What do you want, you evil pirate?"

"I think I'm going tae make ye my new cabin girl," Belita said, finally stopping. Will exhaled in relief.

Bella laughed. "Is that all? You didn't need to tickle me for that. I'd have volunteered."

"This was much more fun," Belita said, coming out from behind Will and wrapping her arms around Bella's waist.

Bella kissed the Captain and then glared over her shoulder at Will. "You traitor."

Will grinned. "You're just mad you didn't think of it first."

"Harumph," Bella said, full of exaggerated indignation.

Will walked over to the small door and slipped through it to relieve himself. After all the tickling, his bladder was not happy with him.

The small privy was long and narrow, running most of the length of the back of the ship with few small porthole windows. The shallow shelves were like small trenches so the items would not fall off with the waves. There was a claw-footed bathtub in the back corner. Captain Vex even had a large plant growing out of a bucket next to the tub, its fronds drooping over the lip.

Will looked at the narrow door and then at the bathtub and wondered how she'd gotten into this narrow room. He opened the commode lid and saw the rolling, sunlit ocean straight down below.

When he came out again, the Captain had her new cabin girl's head between her legs. He leaned in the doorway and watched for a while.

They were amazingly sensual, but after yesterday, Will was honestly too sore and overworked to get more than a partial erection. He was doing an excellent job of ignoring it but was hurting. His burns were an oversensitive ache. The skin had blistered in a few places, the white scorched skin bubbling up and filling with liquid. His lower body hair was a prickly, poorly shorn mess. It was a wonder he'd been able to sleep as well as he had. Mental and physical exhaustion was more substantial than the discomfort of burned skin.

Still, he watched them. Bella played the Captain's body like an instrument. Her fingers and tongue worked together to build Belita's pleasure in a constant swell. Will licked his lips. It was a baffling sensation to be able to feel the sensation of Bella's mouth on Belita's soft folds, to feel her lips brushing and tugging on the Captain's golden rings and the swirling of Bella's tongue on Belita's clit, but not be able to taste it.

Belita writhed, her robust and tanned body stretching like a cat. She gripped the blanket beneath her and took a shuddering breath. Her breasts rolled, her golden nipple rings glinting in the lamplight. She looked at Will in the doorway, her eyes full of heat. She ran her hands into Bella's dark curls. Will felt Bella slide two fingers into the Captain's warm, wet depths. Her eyes went wide, and her back arched. "Yesss," she groaned.

Will glanced at his hand. He could feel the pressure in his fingertips, the warmth and the wetness as Bella began to tug and rub on that excellent internal spot. Belita's breath quickened. She started rolling her tawny head back and forth, small shudders sparking through her body. Her breasts bounced, and the muscles in her thighs quivered. Will could feel himself responding more, somehow managing a somewhat aching erection.

Belita's orgasm hit her hard and fast. She came almost silently, her breath caught in her chest from the overwhelming tension. Her whole body rocked with one hard jerk after another. Bella didn't let up her pistoning fingers or sucking mouth or swirling tongue until the Captain's whole body finally went limp. "Mmm," she finally groaned. "I've never had a cabin girl before. I can see the appeal."

Bella slowly slid her fingers out of the Captain and sat up on her knees. Belita also sat up, hanging her legs off the end of the bed and bending town to give Bella a lusty, thankful kiss.

"Thank ye. I'd love to return the favor, but I must see the ship. She's a demanding wench."

"Go," Bella smiled, "There will be more time later."

Belita got up, pulled a new change of clothes from a set of drawers beneath the bed, and tugged herself into her tight pants. Her full breasts bounced and jiggled. Bella rolled herself onto the bed and sprawled. She beckoned Will over. He came and sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached over and started gently massaging his erection through his pants.

"Feels a little sore," she said, commenting on what she could feel through their link. "Still good, though."

"It's a good ache, I suppose," Will shrugged.

"I want to see if I can heal you," Bella said. Are you up for another ritual?"

"It's probably less intense than the last one. Also, I will draw the line at being lit on fire again,"

Will snarked.

Belita laughed. "No more fire. None. Not on my ship."

Bella held up her hands in mock surrender. "No fire. Promise. I'm a much better healer than I am an evoker."

"Now I want to stay. This magic stuff is fun," Belita smirked.

"You're the Captain," Will said. "Who's going to tell you no?"

"Me," Belita shook her head. We're already hours underway, and I don't know what the
Kestrel's current capabilities are with all yer small boats hangin' off her. Things go wrong, and I need to know how she moves. You two have fun." She untied the cord, holding her hair back, and worked a brush through it. "Feel free to get started, though. You know I enjoy the show."

"Aye, aye, Cap'n," Bella said enthusiastically. She untied Will's pants, tugged them down, and slowly put her mouth over the head of his cock.

He took a deep breath. She was being very gentle, but the soft wetness of her lips and mouth was intensified by the faint ache in his shaft from being overworked. Belita gave him a lascivious grin while she finished pulling her hair back again. She lifted her breasts with her hands, kneading them and tugging gently on her rings. She winked. His cock throbbed in Bella's mouth. She slowly plunged deeper. He rolled his hips upward. She took it and didn't pull back. He felt himself enter her throat. "Holy fuck," he groaned.

The captain pulled the shirt she'd stolen from Will's place back on and buttoned it halfway, tucking it into her pants. "That's damn impressive," she said, watching Bella's completely engulf Will's length.

Bella lay flat on her stomach with her head in Will's lap. She wagged her hips back and forth in acknowledgment. Will ran his hands into her dark hair and pushed harder. He felt her lips make contact with the sensitive, burned ring at the root of his cock. It hurt a bit, but he didn't care; the pleasure overrode it. Bella moaned deep in her chest and finally pulled herself off Will's cock.

"That feels amazing," she said happily. "I wish I didn't have to come up for air."

"You and me both," Will laughed. "How much longer will the sensory link between us last?"

"Probably not too much longer, so I'm going to enjoy it as much as I can," she plunged back down on his cock again, bobbing slowly and deeply.

"She cums at least twice, Sterling. One for you and one for me," the Captain said, shrugging into her coat.

"Aye, Captain," Will groaned, pushing into Bella's throat again. Bella echoed Will's groan, lovingly feeling what he felt.

Captain Vex dropped her hat onto her head and opened the door, letting the bright sun in for a moment. It was practically blinding. Then the door shut, and she was gone.

Bella came off his cock again. "Ready to get started?"

"I thought we had started?" Will asked.

"Nope, that was just the warm-up," Bella said. She rolled over and rifled through her bag, coming up with a makeup kit and a small wooden case. She opened the kit and used a small brush to make five white dots on her body: her forehead, each shoulder, and each hip bone.

Then she put five more in the center of her chest, in the same pattern but inverted—two rough pentagrams, one inside the other.

When she was done, she tossed the makeup kit into her bag and sat on the edge of the bed.

She reached over to grasp Will's cock again. She started stroking gently. "Normally, I'd be the focus. I'd be using my sexual energy to channel into the pattern, and then when there was enough, I'd use it to perform a healing spell. With the sensory link, your pleasure is mine, so I want to try something new."

"Nothing dangerous?" Will asked, still a bit wary. His curse had acted up last night, and he didn't want to tempt it.

"Not at all. In the worst-case scenario, nothing happens, and we try again later the usual way.

As long as the sensory bond is active, I want to experiment. If I time things right, I think I can experience your orgasm and mine at the same time and pour it all into the spell. If I'm right, the double dose of oomph will make this far more powerful than my usual attempts at healing," Bella said excitedly.

"Alright, what do I need to do?" Will asked.

Bella opened the case and pulled out Rocky, her enchanted stone phallus. "Nothing. Let me do the work. This will be easiest if you don't surprise me."

Will propped himself up against the headboard. "Alright."

Bella whispered to Rocky, and Will heard a faint buzz, like an angry wasp, starting up. She brought the phallus down between her legs and let Will enjoy watching her play with herself while she continued to stroke his shaft. After feeling what he'd been feeling while she gave him head, she was wet and ready. Rocky found her clit, and she shuddered as the vibrations shocked up her spine. She leaned forward, her knees tucked beneath her, one hand between her legs and the other propping her up on Will's thigh. She held his cock gently in her hand and engulfed it with her mouth again, pushing down. When his cock entered her throat, she pushed Rocky into herself, loving the sudden stretching feeling of fullness and the vibrations that spread heat through her core.

It was almost overwhelming. Will could feel the stone phallus inside her, the deep, warm penetration mirroring the deep, warm wetness of her mouth and throat. They groaned at the same time.

She plunged Rocky in and out of her, angling it, pushing the rounded head against that divine internal spot, bumping it with the buzzing smoothness. Will's eyes went wide. She bumped her mouth down against the base of his cock, letting him as deep as he could go before coming up for air and then pushing again with her mouth and the toy. Beneath her body, a soft white glow began as the ritual pattern began to charge.

Will's soreness and ache were all but forgotten. Bella's mouth was magic. He brought his hands to her head, taking a tight grip on her hair but not doing more than holding her, following her as she stroked his length with her mouth. She rolled her head against his grip. He could feel it in his scalp. She loved pulling her hair like that, and now he understood why. He pushed, his hips rolling. She took every inch, working Rocky in and out of her even faster.

He fucked her mouth, occasionally relenting as she came up to breathe but starting again as soon as she took his length into her throat again. It felt amazing. Her soft, warm wetness rippled along his entire length. He could feel the heat rising inside her from the buzzing phallus. "I'm getting close," he said.

"Mmmhmm," she nodded against the base of his cock. She started pulling up and pushing back down with long, steady strokes. Her hand cupped his balls from below and rolled them gently. She pushed the phallus inside her against that divine spot firmly and pulsed it. The warm light beneath her swelled until it was brighter than the lamps on the walls.

She felt his balls tighten and his cock flex and pull back, her mouth working his head and her hand working his shaft. She pushed Rocky inside her hard, almost to the point of pain. Her pleasure suddenly reached its breaking point, and she held it there, waiting. She felt Will's intense, nearly painful orgasm as well, her mouth filling with ropes of salty spend, and she released herself to her orgasm. It crashed through her body and Will's. They each came.

Twice. At the same time. Together.

Bella held her concentration through the double intensity, unable to completely surrender herself because of the focus her spell required. She triggered the prepared energy in the pattern simultaneously with their orgasms. It robbed her of some of the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling, but that was the price. All magic demanded a sacrifice. The prices she paid weren't so bad by comparison. Two muted orgasms at the same time were still about the same as one huge one that she could entirely give into.

The cum in her mouth went from warm to hot. She milked the last drops out of Will's cock and closed her mouth, careful not to lose any. Then she crawled up his body and let it slowly dribble from her lips onto his chest.

He watched, confused at first, recovering from his orgasm. Having her drip his spend onto his chest wasn't something he found particularly erotic, but he wasn't squeamish about his cum.

She drooled the last of it around the base of his cock, and then began to spread it on his body like a balm slowly.

He realized the background pain of the burns was vanishing. She spread the enchanted cum on every line of scorched skin, and it turned brown like a tan and painless. Eventually, she pressed more firmly, working it thoroughly into his skin.

"Wow," Will said, looking down at the healed skin. He felt great. The burns were gone. The soreness in his cock was gone. The residual aches and pains he'd been feeling from all the stress and long hours of the last few days were gone. Even the bruise he'd gotten when he'd slipped in the bourbon at Merry Mary's was gone. "I feel fantastic."

"It worked! Hope you don't mind the mess," Bella grinned happily.

"It's not normally what I'm into, but the results speak for themselves," he grinned back. I think you could make a killing as a nurse."

Bella scoffed. "Not really, no. That kind of magical healing is inefficient. Almost every other discipline has better spells for healing flesh, especially the magistrate. They all require magic, and I know almost nothing about it beyond theory."

"So what now? The Captain said you have to get off twice. Do you want me to..." Will trailed off, but his intent was obvious.

"I did come twice—yours and mine. So did you," Bella laughed. I'm a little tired from the ritual and woke up too soon, so I will curl up and sleep more. You can join me if you want."

"I'm up. I'll explore the ship and see if I can prepare a meal. I'll also ask the cook to set something aside for you."

Bella pulled the blanket around herself like a cocoon as Will stood up. She snuggled in, and Will gave her a lingering kiss. "Sweet dreams," he said.

Bella pulled the other pillow over her head to block out the light. Will got dressed and stepped out into the bright, tropical sun.


To be continued