They had lived by the waterfall for a fortnight and their many passions kindled and flared next to the steady tumble of water.
All sorts of fancies came upon them and they indulged them all. One soon became their favorite game. Pasco would bind Ada in the clearing between the trees and fuck her into torturous bliss. Then, when he released her, she would descend upon him and do the same to him. She pinned him to the ground with the cage of her claws and fucked him with her tongue.
One midday, they were walking down the path that followed the brook to the village as they usually did. They were on the way to meet Forte, Teoda, Missa, and Sendia for lunch. Like the other pirates, Ada wandered the island topless now, the skin of her breasts slowly darkening at the embrace of the sun.
This was not the first time in the past several days that Ada had remarked that the foliage that lined the brook was somehow even more verdant than it had been before, notably more lush than even the surrounding jungle.
A glint of red caught her eye and she strayed from the path to part the branches of a bush, revealing a clump of berries that glittered like a handful of rubies.
She took the big knife from her hip, which she now carried habitually, and cut the clump of ripe fruit free, returning to Pasco.
“Didn’t the children just come through for berries two days ago?” Ada asked.
Pasco shrugged. “They’re children, they overlook things sometimes. Just means a snack for us!”
Ada couldn’t argue with that, so she cracked the bunch in two and handed half to Pasco as they walked.
The berries were perfectly ripe, full of sweet juices, and Ada found their seeds with her tongue and placed them carefully in a pouch at her belt. She’d want to try to cultivate this species, it was particularly delicious!
Ada’s mind wandered through the pages of her old horticulture books. She was brought suddenly back to the present as Pasco abruptly doubled over, reaching out to steady himself on a tree.
“Pasco!” She rushed to his elbow. Had he become ill? His body glistened with more sweat than usual. Were the berries poisonous? An empty stem fell from his hand to the trail. He had eaten them all.
Ada tried to lift him by the elbow but could not, so she ducked to get a better look at his face.
He was a picture of exquisite, overwhelming arousal. His skin was flushed reddish, his eyes fluttering. His erection extended down one of his trouser legs, throbbing, and he groaned again as he started to rub himself through the fabric.
Ada’s worry turned to sympathetic arousal immediately, her sex flaring hot, but she would not let him off the hook so easily. She punched his arm playfully. “Pasco! What’s gotten into you?”
“I d-don’t know, I—” he groaned again. This time, he hastily undid his trousers and dropped them to his ankles. As his hand found his shaft, he sighed with relief.
Ada giggled, surprised she could still feel a salacious thrill but enjoying it all the same. “Don’t you want to come back up to bed, then?”
“No,” he moaned, “no, I won’t make it.”
“Even though you already came twice this morning?” Ada was grinning widely.
“Yes, so what?”
Ada giggled again. “So you sound like me all of a sudden, that’s all.”
Could it… could it be the berries? What had made these special? Wouldn’t these pirates, of all people, know if aphrodisiacs grew in their own sands?
She would unpack that later. For now, she had something — someone — to unload.
“So you’re not going to make it back to bed?” She teased, grabbing his bare chest from behind and running her fingers down his sides where his skin rippled over his ribs. Though his muscles were firm, the surface of his skin was so soft under her fingertips, so yielding. And that was him. So unmovable in some ways, so pliant in others. She loved that about him.
She pressed her lips against his back, savoring how soft his skin was against her kisses, which she trailed up to the base of his neck and then down again, his hair tickling against her.
Her hands wandered down to his hips, where his skin hollowed in below the peaks of his pelvis. First her fingertips were soft, and he shuddered at the tickling touch. Then, she yanked him back into her and he gasped.
Pasco’s stroking had slowed as he leaned into her ministrations.
She grabbed his ass, as hard as she could, like she knew he liked. His favorite was when her fingernails left divots in his skin, and she added new ornaments to the existing flecks of red.
Her fingertips then traced smooth lines around his ass and to the front of his thighs, up on either side of his base, across his stomach and up to the firm muscles of his chest.
One hand pressed against his sternum and the other slithered up to grab his throat.
His head tilted back over her shoulder and he moaned, ecstatic.
She loved the feeling of his voice and heartbeat fluttering under her palm, just like his whole chest did when she pinned him down as a dragon. His skin against her skin, his neck against her cheek, her chest against his back, it was all so brilliant.
He had all but stopped stroking. Despite his arousal, she had utterly captivated him.
Her tongue found the tip of his shoulder and she licked him from there to the base of his neck where his beard prickled on her tongue.
She breathed deep. He smelled of coconut and musk and peat and sea salt and even the spice of her own sex.
She lavished kisses at the base of his neck, her hand still on his throat and pressing him open for her.
She giggled with mischief, then nibbled his ear.
He gasped and squirmed but he was hardly trying to escape. He just liked the sensation of her hands on him, he’d told her. And she was all too happy to oblige.
She glanced around to his throbbing erection which was now unattended, and when she saw the bead of moisture already leaking from his tip, she knew exactly what she wanted next.
She moved her hands to the top of his shoulders and pushed him down.
He obeyed, dropping first to his knees and then accepting another push that sent him reclining back in the middle of the path.
Sun dappled through the leaves overhead and parrots chattered as the brook trickled nearby.
Ada crouched over him, her ass over his head, her hands descending to either side of his base and teasing him for a moment. Then, she wrapped her lips around his tip and greedily lapped up his sweet nectar.
He moaned and bucked his hips up towards her, but she denied him any deeper stimulation.
“Sensitive, are we?” she teased.
“Yes!” he gasped.
She set about taking him into her mouth with earnest, greedily licking at his throbbing shaft. One hand extended the reach of her mouth, closing around his base, while the other steadied her against the ground.
It was her turn to gasp as he grabbed her hips and pulled his face up to her vulva, though she still wore her trousers. He unfastened them and pulled them down over her knees, exposing her to his eager tongue, which had learned her favorite kind of licks.
The arm that supported her nearly buckled and her mouth slipped even farther over him.
She moaned, which made him moan, which made her moan, and so they turned in a twin ouroboros of ecstasy.
Soon, Ada was edging. But that didn’t overtake her with urgency like it had before. Rather, it became just one of many pleasant ways to be.
And Ada didn’t want this worship of Pasco’s body to end, so she withdrew from him and stood over him a moment, considering.
He whimpered and tried to follow her, propping himself up on his elbows to look up at her. His shaft was still wet with her saliva, his broad chest and strong back called out for her touch.
She refastened her trousers over her hips, then danced around to the other side of him. His eyes following her and she sat down at the base of a moss-lined tree by the edge of the path.
She spread her legs and reached out towards him and he obediently scooted back into her.
Just as when they had stood, his back pressed into her chest and her arms wrapped around him. He was sweating profusely, filling the air around them with musky scent like perfume. She nuzzled in under his arm where the scent was strongest and just breathed deeply of him for a long moment.
Then, she wiggled around just to the side and hooked one of her legs over his thigh, which allowed her to grind her still-throbbing sex against the back of his hip.
Though his chest was broad, his hips were slender enough that she could just reach both of her hands around him. As he reached towards his throbbing shaft, she knocked his hand away and put hers there instead.
His hand dropped to the ground as she started to stroke him.
She tried to imitate how she’d seen him touch himself, how she’d seen Missa do this to Sendia. Pasco moaned and melted further back into her. Ada loved the weight of him on her like this. Her chest, her breasts, her stomach, her cheeks, her sex, her inner thighs were all pressed against him. There was so much heat between them that she was hard-pressed to tell where her skin ended and his began.
The thing that she had not expected in the slightest was the way that it felt that she and him had truly become one.
As she stroked his shaft, wrapped around him in this way, it was very believable to her that it was her shaft. And the more that she believed that, the more her own sex ached and twitched every time he moaned, every time she accelerated the pace or got to just the right angle.
She knew for a fact that her trousers were soaked, leaking her own arousal generously into the peat below her.
Ada hoped that Pasco liked this because she would very much want to do this again. Her hope was soon promoted to knowledge.
“A-Ada… This feels so good.”
A rush of arousal flooded her and she felt as if she were edging, though she knew she was not at risk of coming like this and throwing him into the trees on the other side of the clearing.
“It’s r-really good for me, too,” she said, picking up the pace to demonstrate.
“F-fuck I… I feel so full…”
“Do you think it’s the berries?”
“Yes, obviously it’s my ‘berries’ that feel full…”
“No, I mean the ones we ate.”
“The ones we… oh. Maybe? I… I think I’d know if the island… nnnnngh…” His thoughts dissolved into pleasure again.
Pasco’s pre-cum was flowing much more freely than usual and between that and Ada’s lingering saliva, he was plenty slick. Perhaps the excess pre-cum lent some credence to his claims of feeling particularly full, though his balls didn’t look or feel any different than usual. Except that as she cupped them with her other hand, he reacted as if they were significantly more sensitive, and she was rewarded with another droplet.
Though, Ada could imagine that his balls looked and felt different, that they hung pendulously and had become firm and tight, and she liked imagining that very much. She thought he might like the idea of it, too. “You feel full,” she crooned into his year.
He shivered. “T-there’s so much…”
“I want all of it…”
“F-fuck, hah… nnngh, Ada, I want to come…”
He groaned again, then surfaced somewhat from his blissy haze to look at her apologetically. “C-can I instruct you a bit, then? Or are you trying to torture me?”
“Has it been alright?” Ada felt a tinge of anxiety that he’d been only tolerating her. Or, worse, pretending to like it for her benefit.
“Oh it’s amazing it’s just… different to, y’know, make me come.”
Ada knew exactly what he meant. “Alright, then. Instruct me!”
“O-okay so, a little tighter… not that tight! Yeah, just like that… okay and slower, a bit longer of a stroke… yeah! Gods, yeah… A bit harder on my balls… a bit more… yes! Fuck, nnnngh yes…”
She loved watching him struggle to think, work to find words. Though the arousal sapped his focus, his focus was the only thing that could guide her hand and bring him relief.
And he must have been enjoying that exact predicament. Ada was sure he would have cast her hands aside if he hadn’t been. And she knew that the only thing that he wanted more than to come, was for her to make him come.
So, she focused. Listened to his every gasp, felt his every twitch. The sense that they were one intensified. She was sure her arousal was rising and falling exactly in time with his, even without the locket.
His breathing quickened. Became ragged. Ada anticipated, added to the pressure pulling his balls away from his base, even as the muscles around them tried to pull them closer in.
He moaned. “A-Ada I’m s-so close…”
Her own eyes fluttered sympathetically, her sex clenching in reflex. But, she needed to focus. Her arms ached but she dared not slow down, dared not adjust her grip. Her breathing matched his, even her heartbeat.
“J-just like that, yes!”
“Yeah?” Ada’s eyes centered greedily on his tip where the clear fluid started to flow in earnest and in time with the rhythmic contractions that had begun at his base, under her hands.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck, fuck, Fuck!” He arched his back into her. His fluids pulsed, first under her hand on his balls, then into the air, then over her hand in warm surges. She captured each image in her mind, the height of his spurts, the way it flowed out over his tip. Not only the images, but the way her hand slid even more easily over his shaft, of the powerful contractions through his perineum that pulsed under her fingertips. This was his orgasm, yes, but also it was hers.
He came and came, and then when he had come as much as he usually did, he came harder. Pulse after pulse, white and thick, until his balls were done but the rest of his body was not. A clearer fluid came after, the same that formed his pre-cum, Ada had learned from her books, and this too flowed over her hand.
Pasco moaned in ecstasy as he started to float out onto the afterglow. Still the pleasurable spasms ran over him, under Ada’s fingertips.
She slowed her movements but did not stop, still exactly aligned with his pleasure, still drawing soft moans from his throat and little clear beads from his tip.
He heaved a sigh and with the exhale his body utterly relaxed, from the crown of his head to his toes. Ada let her hands fall aside and let his weight sink into her. She closed her eyes and their hearts still pounded together. She was sure the same blood flowed between them.
They lay there a long moment. But, rather than drifting away, Pasco stirred.
He lifted his weight off of her and before she could complain and draw him back, his lips were on hers.
The kiss was soft, and sensual, and full of desire. His hands cupped her back and lifted her off of the mossy trunk, pulling her into him.
Her sense of touch was triply sensitive, her whole body drenched in arousal. All there was in the world was his skin on her skin, his lips on her lips, her hands in his hair, his chest against her chest, her legs against his hips.
And then, his shaft inside of her.
But this was not sex for the finish, this was sex for the sake of it, for her feeling of being around him, for his feeling of being inside of her. For the way that her very core quivered with the knowledge of him, for the way that she enveloped him.
He was on his knees, her legs were wrapped around his hips, their arms entangled in each other, their cheeks pressed together. Every time their bodies moved against each other her entire being sang. She needed no siren’s magic to feel like she was made of song.
This was not need, it was desire. Yet not just that, it was wanting, but also having.
What end was there to such a place?
It seemed as boundless as the ocean.
The end to that perfect moment was not a lover’s end, but a partner’s end.
Pasco heaved a big breath and squeezed her especially close. Then he withdrew and caught her gaze in his eyes of morning fog. “My ankles are getting really sore like this, unfortunately.”
She kissed the tip of his nose. “I suppose I can let you up then.”
She rocked her hips around him one last time, loving the way his eyes fluttered. She squeezed him as she slowly withdrew, feeling all of his shaft with her most sensitive parts.
And then, she sat beside him.
He stood to stretch his legs.
She caught one of his feet in her hand and then kissed his ankle. Once again, her whole awareness was overtaken by just the feeling of his skin against her lips.
His breath caught with what she was sure was a mingle of arousal and ticklishness. She caught his other foot with the same tenderness, sure to lavish her attentions equally.
He offered his hand to her and she took it, and he pulled her to her feet.
Pasco noticed then that her hands were still sticky with him, and he took a moment to lick himself off of her.
Her sense of touch remained deliciously heightened. His tongue was hot and wet, the rippled texture of its surface swirling over her fingers, firm and soft all at once. Just like the rest of him.
He finished licking her off with a grin. “We should go back for a bath, huh?”
She knew that that was code for ‘have more sex by the waterfall’.
“That is a very tempting offer,” Ada said, “But at the moment I am more actually hungry than sexually hungry.”
“Hm, I shouldn’t have spilled your treat, then.”
Ada sighed happily at the memory of the way that her treat had been quite thoroughly spilled. “No, that was perfect…” But she pulled herself from the memory, lest she lose sight of their lunch plans. “But let’s just splash down the brook and we’ll get clean on the way.”
“Excellent plan, my little dragon.”