Hidden Island Chapter 17, part 3 of 3

Hidden Island
Chapter 17, part 3 of 3

"Don't take this the wrong way, but when was the last time you had a bath?" Caine asked.

Janie's mind flickered back to the baths she'd taken in the last few days—first with Will, then with Bella. They had been excellent, and now they hurt to think about. They felt like a lifetime ago.

"The night before last," she said.

"That's too long to be sitting in this humid pit. It would be best if you had a change of clothes,"

Caine said. His tone was businesslike. It was not exactly gentle, but it was not accusatory or mocking.

A week ago, she would have been embarrassed and outraged. Now, it just didn't seem to matter.

She nodded. "I haven't been able to get any," she said quietly. The Kidd gang had been here last night and this morning. They were creeping, looking for easy ways in, trying the door, and knocking to see if she was dumb enough to answer it. They were probably still outside, watching. "I can't leave."

"You can now. Let's go," Caine said, standing up.

"They'll come for me," Janie said, shaking her head.

"They won't. They know better than to come at me," Caine reassured her.

"There's too many of them," Janie said. "Even you can't fight off all of them."

"I don't have to," Caine shrugged. "They won't take the risk."

"How do you know?" Janie asked.

"They came after your captain friend because of a bad bar fight, right? Just one slight?" Caine asked.

"Yes, that's what started all this insanity," Janie scowled.

"I've been busting their skulls for nearly ten years. I'm still alive," Caine said, sounding like he was discussing the weather.

"Why? Why do they leave you alone and come after me for nothing?" Janie asked.

"Oh, they've come at me before and tried to kill me about a half dozen times in the first few
years. I'm hard to kill," he shrugged. "They kept escalating, and so did I. It was ugly.

Eventually, I got tired of it and went to talk with the Old Man. His crew leaves me alone now, even when I have to rough them up when they get out of line."

"Why?" Janie asked, a bit worried at what the response could be.

"Because I don't kill them, and when they're at Mary's, I make sure no one else does either,"

Caine said.

"You should," Janie said bitterly.

"Maybe," Caine said. "I won't argue that many of them don't deserve it. I'm just not going to be the one to do it."

"Then what good are you?" Janie snapped. "They hurt people!"

"It would be a never-ending job," Caine said. "There's always more bad people. Right now, they have a hold on this place. For the most part, they keep the worst violence to a minimum largely because they don't have anyone challenging their power. There's plenty of violence, but people aren't dying very often."

"So they just get to do whatever they want?" Janie said, every word snapping from her lips.

"Until the people they're hurting rise together," Caine said.

"The Magistrate will stop them soon," Janie huffed. She didn't know why she said it, but the magistrate hadn't helped her at all.

"Then the people will be trading one boot on their necks for another," Caine said.

Janie wanted to argue, but she knew the Magistrate too well. There were good people among the order, but the Magistrate themselves and the Church did too many bad things. She felt broken.

Helpless. She had nowhere to go for help. Eventually, they were going to catch her and kill her. "I know," she whispered.

"So let's go," Caine said.

"Go where?" Janie asked.

"My place," Caine said with a small smile.

"Captain, I need your help," Bella said.

Captain Vex looked up from where she sat next to Colin, checking in on him. The lad was exhausted but stubbornly refused to head down to his rack. Belita patted him on his good shoulder and stood up. "What do ye need?"

"Uh, privately, please," Bella said. Belita arched an eyebrow and followed Bella down the stairs toward her quarters. "North, you have the deck!" she shouted to her first mate, who responded, "Aye!"

Once inside, Belita hung up her hat on a hook. Bella could barely see, but the Captain moved around in the cabin like she didn't need eyes to do it. Then she turned up the oil lamp near the door to brighten the room. "Alright, what is it?"

"You said you wanted to see the next ritual, right?" Bella asked.

"Aye, yourself and Will planning on doing your map trick already?" Belita smirked.

"No, not yet. I need to replenish some of the energy I lost. I tried doing it this morning but couldn't gather the energy. I was hoping you would help me out," Bella said with a slight shrug and a seductive twinkle in her eye.

A slow smile spread across Belita's face as she realized what Bella was asking. "I suppose I can take a short break,"

"Good," Bella stepped in and slid her arms around the Captain's waist beneath her coat, bringing their lips together in a gentle, sensual kiss.

Bella was used to being the initiator of intimacy. It came with the territory. She often had to take charge of sexual encounters to be able to guide her rituals in just the right ways. She didn't consider herself to be forceful or dominant. She just had more specific goals when it came to sex than most people. She instead preferred to let someone else take charge when she could. Her favorite lovemaking slowly drew out a partner's innermost self with just the right kinds of asking, teasing, or taunting. It was a skill she prided herself on.

Belita Vex needed no such prompting. She was a confident, sensual creature who did nearly everything with an edge of wild abandon. So when their lips met, Bella immediately yielded to her Captain's hunger. Belita's hands ran up her sides and cupped the small of her back, pulling their bodies together. The Captain wasn't demanding or forceful. She was slow and deliberate.

Commanding. Her actions clearly showed her intent, and Bella followed, obeying instinctively.

The N 'Madi witch's passions flared at the Captain's presence. This was her favorite sort of lover. Skilled.

Patient. Confident. Completely and effortlessly in control.

"Oh, yes..." Bella hissed, her anticipation and heady desire building with every stroke and kiss.

Gone were the distractions, intrusive thoughts, stress, and noise. Belita Vex had banished them all. There was no room for such things. The Captain's very nature casually demanded all the attention Bella could muster.

Belita brought her arms to Bella's bare shoulders and ran her hands along the witch's smooth skin, dipping her fingertips below the hem of Bella's blouse.

"Undress me," Belita said, her mouth still pressed against Bella's. Bella nodded and began feeling for the buttons on the captain's ruffled shirt.

They began to drop clothes behind them in a trail as they slowly made their way to the bed. It wasn't far away, but they took their time kissing, touching, and exploring each other's bodies.

Bella's skirts hit the ground in a puddle next to the captain's coat, leaving her only in her blouse. When Bella's fingers went for the Captain's weapon belt, Belita stopped her and carefully undid the belt on her own. It was hung from the bedpost with care, ready in an emergency. Bella waited dutifully, their lips meeting again as soon as the Captain returned to her. The dark-haired beauty undid the last button on the ruffled shirt when the blond returned.

She pulled it open to expose firm, tanned breasts.

Bella's hands cupped them from below and from the sides, her thumbs brushing the delicate gold rings that pierced the blond captain's nipples. Belita breathed and arched her back, pushing her chest further into Bella's hands. "They're susceptible," Bella grinned, squeezing the blond woman's breasts a bit more firmly.

"Aye," Belita agreed. "It's the rings. They make everything more intense."

"I'm not sure I could handle that. Mine are already pretty overwhelming sometimes," Bella said, glancing down at her blouse.

"Oh really?" Belita said mischievously, then tugged Bella's blouse down. It was an off-the-shoulder style, primarily held in place by Bella's sizable breasts and the grace of the gods, so with Belita's firm tug, Bella's blouse was suddenly hanging loosely around her hips. Her dark eyes lit up at the Captain's forcefulness. The blond woman's head dipped, and she took a rosy nipple in her mouth. Bella gasped and shuddered, her hands finding the back of Belita's head.

"Oh yes," she gasped, both answering and encouraging. The Captain's mouth was firm and supple, like the rest of her, somehow both firm and soft at the same time. There was something languid and unhurried about everything she did, but with an intensity and focus behind it that made her actions and attentions feel inevitable. This kind of confidence came from self-awareness and the ability to adapt quickly. Bella found it intoxicating. It was a quality she wished she possessed.

Without stopping her mouth's ministrations, Belita slid her hands down Bella's curves and pushed the blouse off her hips so that it joined the trail of clothing. Belita's mouth came off Bella's succulent nipple as she pushed Bella's hips down. The witch obediently sat on the edge of the bed. The Captain lifted her foot and put a boot on Bella's thigh. Bella began working the laces and buckles.

"I think ye are going to make an excellent cabin girl," Belita teased.

"Oh, I agree," Bella laughed. The captain's boot hit the floor, followed by her sock. Then, the next boot was lifted to Bella's other thigh.

"I've never had a cabin girl or boy. It always seemed exploitative to take me," Belita mused while Bella began to tug on her boot.

"Can't exploit the will," Bella winked.

"I'm starting to see the appeal," Belita agreed. The boot hit the floor behind her. Bella immediately started working at the Captain's breeches.

"Your clothes take far too long to take off," Bella complained.

"You'll just have to practice at it until you're faster," Belita smirked.

"Aye, Captain," Bella said, her eyes lighting up. She tugged Belita's breeches to the floor.

The Captain knelt on the bed between Bella's thighs and leaned forward. Bella had no choice but to lay back on her elbows. Belita's other knee came to the bed next to Bella's hip. The blond captain leaned forward and straddled Bella's hips, their breasts pressing together and their mouths finding each other. Bella moaned deep in her throat. Belita's hands cupped Bella's massive breasts and brought them together, squeezing them and gently pinching them.

Shudders ran through the dark-haired witch. Belita leaned down further and found Bella's breasts with her mouth. Bella gasped at the warm wetness and the shock of pleasure that ran straight down her spine and further woke other warm, wet places.

"Wait, I have to." Bella tried to reach over the edge of the bed.

Belita stopped and looked at what Bella was trying to reach. "Something wrong?" she said, sounding a bit concerned.

"Oh no, this is amazing. I have to make sure I don't lose it." Bella scrambled over to the edge and dragged her bag up.

"Lose what?" Belita was confused.

"The energy. It's a witch thing," she shrugged, rifling through her bag.

"Oh, right. The ritual ye mentioned." Belita sat back up on her knees, watching.

Bella pulled out a stick of what looked like lipstick and quickly drew a white circle on her chest.

She stopped. "You're not superstitious, are you?"

"I'm a sailor; of course, I'm superstitious," Belita laughed. I do not think all witchery is terrible.

Do what you need to do."

Bella finished drawing the pentagram the same way she had earlier. Belita's brows rose. "Ah. I see why you asked. That's a pretty infamous symbol."

"For good reason," Bella said. "It's used in a lot of bad rituals. That's not all it's for, though. It's just a tool. What you use it for is what makes it good or bad."

"So what are we using it for?" Bella asked. She tilted her head, set her braids, and swayed.

"Collecting energy. I tapped myself dry before we left. I need to replenish. I tried to do it myself, but I'm just too." Bella was at a loss for words. "Too many distractions."

Belita smiled. "Well, I'm happy to have your help. You're my good luck charm. It's useless to me if you can't work your charms. Is there anything else you need to do to prepare?"

"No, that's it. This is a pretty simple-" Bella didn't get to finish. The Captain pounced on her and brought her mouth back to Bella's breasts. Bella squeaked in surprise, then said, "Just be careful of the sigil."

Belita nodded into Bella's chest, not taking her mouth off the nipple she was sucking. Bella's breath quickened. The Captain's hand slid up Bella's thigh.

"So what works best for this?" Belita asked as her fingers found Bella's bare mons and started trailing her fingers through the moisture collecting between her lover's lower lips. "Teasing? Or just going at it?"

"Mmmm," Bella said, rolling her hips. "Teasing, for me. Going at it for you."

"Me?" the Captain asked.

"The sigil soaks up ambient energy, not just mine. It's most efficient for me, so a slow teasing build-up gathers the most power. From external sources, they have to be strong, so big orgasms and strong desire are ideal."

"Seems one-sided," Belita said, continuing to trace and tease.

"Sometimes it is. That's the nature of the magic," Bella shrugged, closing her eyes and starting to lose herself in the Captain's skilled fingers.

Belita lowered her head between Bella's thighs and began to lick. Her tongue gently traced the witch's dark red labia, spreading wetness and tasting the tang of her flavor. Bella groaned again. Fingers spread her open, and the Captain took a long, slow lap with her entire tongue.

Then she did it again. Then she made circles, up one side and down the other. Bella's breath shuddered in her chest. "Oh, that's fantastic," she moaned.

Belita was slow, sensual, and deliberate. As a lover, she was willing to wait and be just a tiny amount cruel. When Bella tried to grind down on her mouth or rolled her hips to try to increase the friction, Belita denied her, pulling away without stopping, keeping what the witch wanted right out of her reach. Bella began to whine. Belita laughed into Bella's womanhood, sending little vibrations through her. Finally, Belita's tongue began brushing Bella's clit, and a single finger slid inside. Bella nearly came from the slow penetration, and the emblem on her chest suddenly burst into a pale radiance.

"There. Oh, there," Bella moaned.

"Ye want more?" The Captain teased.

"Yes, but no," Bella breathed. "I'm not allowed. Not for this."

Belita let out an evil-sounding laugh and closed her mouth around Bella's clit.

"Oh fuck!" Bella exhaled, grabbing the blanket and the back of Belita's head. "No, I can't come!"

"Then don't," Belita said without lifting her lips off Bella's clit. The pentagram started glowing brighter.

Sensual lips sucked, and dextrous tongue swirled, circling Bella's clit and sending sparks and heat to her spine. It began to build intensity. Bella slipped into a different headspace, one she usually used for more elaborate rituals, where her sexual desires became a conduit flowing through her rather than a feedback loop. She breathed deeply, allowing the buildup of pleasure. Fighting it was pointless.

She imagined herself expanding, allowing more of her mental space to be filled. It released some of the ramping pressure and made it more bearable. Belita's tongue continued its slow, relentless work.

Every pass and flick sent shivers through Bella's body, and the sliding finger stroking slowly in and out added just enough variety that Bella felt she couldn't just get used to the sensation. It was maddening and marvelous. The pentagram was bright now, almost as bright as the lamps on the walls. Belita could have read a map by its light.

Bella's body was starting to shudder with involuntary twitches. Her breathing was still slow and deliberate but not controlled. It was ragged and shaking as she failed to prevent it. The pleasure wanted out, but she denied it as tightly as she could. She'd suffered worse tests. She could endure this.

Belita suddenly rolled the witch over and spread her knees, sliding her fingers back into her and pushing down firmly against the inside of her pelvic wall. "Oh fuuuuck," Bella groaned into the blanket. She had to hold herself on her forearms to keep the glowing pentagram from pressing into the blankets. Fingers slowly pulled and sawed back and forth inside her. The Captain's other hand slid beneath her and cupped her soft breast, kneading a nipple. Shocks of pleasure raced up from between her legs and downward from her nipple, meeting and intertwining. Then the Captain's weight settled down on Bella, her warm, soft breasts pressed into her back. Bella's arms began to strain slightly with the extra weight. The additional tension in her body made concentrating on relaxing and allowing the energy to flow through her much more complicated. Bella's eyes went wide as she realized what the Captain was doing. "Oh, you're evil..." she moaned into the blankets.

Belita's lips found Bella's ear. "If ye cum I'll have ye tied to the mast and flogged," she whispered, her breath tickling exquisitely. "The whole crew will watch."

The idea of being flogged was not on Bella's list of excitements, but the concept of being naked under the gaze of so many eyes was. "A-aye, Captain," Bella moaned. She was shaking now, both from holding herself up and from the intensity of the pleasure.

"You said you tried to do this yourself earlier?" Belita asked, nipping at her ear. The sawing, pulling, and probing fingers didn't let up.

"Mumm," Bella whined.

"No more of that. That's the Captain's duty now," Belita whispered.

"I do it every morning." Bella shuddered.

"Ye start your day by working yourself up and not getting your finish?" Belita asked, sounding a bit shocked.

"Aye, Captain. Every day," Bella grinned into the blankets.

"No wonder witches have such a mean reputation," Belita chuckled. His fingers continued their slow work. Her thumb found Bella's clit, and she began rolling her fingers inside like she was trying to gently meet them to her thumb with Bella's clit trapped between. The dark-haired beauty clenched the blankets as hard as she could and arched her hips up, kicking one foot down into the bed in exquisite agony. "Don't worry," Belita said, her breath rasping against Bella's neck. "I'll get you right to the edge daily."

"Do your worst, pirate." Bella hissed, her hips shuddering.

Belita bit her neck and clamped down on her nipple. Bella squeaked and bucked and clenched her eyes shut. Her arms and back were shaking from the effort of holding her chest off the bed.

"Don't forget the mast," Belita whispered.

"Fuuuuck," was all Bella could say. The sigil was suddenly brightening the whole room. Belita could feel Bella's insides beginning to clench and ripple. She slowed down even further and let a bit of her weight off Bella's back. A frustrated noise escaped the witch's lips.

"Are you going to cum, witch?" Belita asked.

"Nnn... no!" Bella huffed.

The captain smiled and finally showed mercy. She lifted Bella off of the ground and rolled her over. The witch was flushed, her hair plastered to her forehead. Her arms and shoulders were shaking.

Her breathing was ragged, and she was tightening her stomach muscles and thighs to try to hold back the intense pressure of the pleasure that had been building inside her.

Belita slowly withdrew her fingers and brought them to Bella's mouth. The witch sucked them hungrily. The Captain brought her mouth to Bella's nipple and sucked it, the wet warmth alleviating some of the twinges from the roughness Belita had given it a few moments ago.

The pentagram was a bright, clear white now. Bella sucked contentedly and closed her eyes.

After a while, the fingers were withdrawn, and Belita's lips replaced them. "Thank you," Bella gasped, her body still shuddering with need but relieved that the extraordinary agony was no longer being built up.

"So what now?" Belita asked. "Do ye just glow all day?"

"Give me... a moment," Bella said, letting the Captain's lips slip from hers. Belita sat back and watched. The witch brought both hands to the emblem on her chest but didn't touch it. She whispered an incantation in her native tongue, and the glow lifted. Not intensifying, just moving. The light gathered beneath Bella's palms, sinking into her skin, slowly fading as she whispered. It took a little time. Within fifteen seconds, the light was gone. Bella opened her eyes and smiled. Her pupils had an intense light behind them for a few moments longer, then it too faded.

"I have not been this full in a very long time," Bella said.

"So that was it?" Belita asked. "Seems a little anticlimactic."

"It is," Bella chuckled.

"I thought sex magic was all about pleasure and having fun," Belita said, raising an eyebrow.

"That sounds terrible, especially to do every day."

"Think of it like saving up. I deny myself now and deal with the discomfort. Then later, I can tap into that to do amazing, wonderful things," Bella explained. "Right now, though, I want to return the favor.

The ritual is over. I've closed down the connection to the sigil. I'm allowed to cum now, but I'm always a bit sore after that, so first, your cabin girl is going to take care of her captain."

Belita laid back on the headboard and let Bella spread her knees.


To be continued