"Three cheers for the finest cock-suck on the seas, love."

With a creamy slurp, the tavern maid pulls her head back, raven locks swaying from my fist as the seal of her lips drags off the length of my cock. A flash of pinkish-red, angry veins thumping in triumph, announces the last hurrah of my efforts just as her tongue lolls out to display the dripping salt of her prize.

Flashing me a grin, the lass scampers off, dress cast fetchingly off her shoulders and displaying the heady sway of her breasts to the raucous cheers of the my thronging court.

Spinning into the arms of the bartender, she flashes the tavern's roiling patrons a beaming, cum-slicked smile, gesturing expansively toward me.

"Three cheers for the Pirate Prince of Smuggler's Cove!"

Raising my hands and flashing an enthusiastic thumbs-up to the assorted crew of rogues, I spread the fine brocade of a captured coat wider, a fine sheen of sweat coating my skin and the taste of whiskey and rum clinging to me in a ruffian's cologne. There's Saw-Eyed Molly, the disturbing name totally at odds with her sweet doctor's graces but quite in concordance with her aptitude at surgery. Slashin' Jack, with his finery and current enthusiasm for a robust rogering of Charlotte Sixpence over the bar, catches the eye of the maid, and as my gaze spins past Big Gay Gerald and Carlevonne, I can't help but feel a surge of pride.

My crew, my family, and my cast of characters in the greatest adventure of the South Island Seas. The greatest-

Shit.

There's the tavern maid again, cocked pistol in her hand and the happy thrum of lust in the room drawn to a standstill by the click of a hammer.

"I did enjoy that, Pirate Prince" she says mildly, blowing me a kiss still stained with seed. "Just one thing, on the names, though."

"I'm the Pirate Queen, bitch."

This may or may not have been a rejected prompt for Swashbuckling day, but it's too good not to share. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing that!

DPP Profle