The Unwilling Queen of Pirates

It Was Exhaustion

It took the pair another hour and a half to reach the little settlement called Haven. Sparrow noticed that all the people that resided there seemed odd, to put it lightly. They couldn't seem to keep their eyes off them either. Maybe they don't like outsiders, she reasoned. Either way, she didn't like the looks they were getting, so she slipped her hand in Reavers, enjoying the small amount of safety it provided her.

When they got to the center of town, she noticed a weird circle on the ground made out of stone. There was hardly any sand covering the stone like the people here were constantly cleaning it.

"What is that?" Sparrow asked the Pirate in a hushed voice. This place gave her the creeps.

"Oh nevermind that," Reaver replied. "We're here."

The little bird looked up at the big building they were standing in front of. It appeared to be an inn. She followed the pirate inside and stayed silent as he went to who I assumed to be the owner.

"We'd like a room," he told the man, whilst digging around his pockets for a little of the gold Jael gave us. "I'd also like a bath prepared for us." Reaver finally found the coins and handed them over to the innkeeper.

He inspected the coins for a moment before jerking a thumb at the stairs. "Third door on the right."

The pirate took Sparrow's hand again and dragged her up the stairs to their room. It had one large bed in the middle of the room and little else. There was another door that led to a large tub that had yet to be filled.

The little bird glanced at the bed wanting nothing more than to collapse in it. Bath first though. They were both filthy from their trek through the sand to get here.

"So is this the place that you dragged me across the sea and a huge desert to see?" She asked the pirate, clearly unimpressed. "Because I already hate it."

He opened his mouth to reply but there was a knock at the door. Reaver sighed and opened it. There were three women holding buckets of steaming water. He let them enter the room and fill the bathtub. When they were finally done, he slammed the door shut behind them and started yanking off his clothes.

"Who said you get to go first?" Sparrow asked. She crossed her arms to show she was annoyed, but she couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach as the pirate stripped down.

"Last time I looked, it seemed that bath was big enough for three," he replied, as he dropped his filthy shirt to the floor.

She glanced at the tub and realized he was right. Later she would blame this on her exhaustion. Tell him that she was too tired to think clearly and maybe she was, but either way, she didn't want to wait. Sparrow dropped her little pack and set her new weapons near the bathtub. Then she yanked off her shirt while the pirate watched in hungry curiosity.

Next to go were her pants, then with her back turned she quickly took off her undergarments and slid into the warm water. She immediately set to scrubbing away the sand and sweat that coated her body.

The pirate suddenly slid into the water across from her. He watched her closely as she scrubbed herself clean before getting started with himself. Sparrow avoided looking over at the pirate for the fear that she couldn't look away. When she felt clean enough, she couldn't stop herself from glancing at the pirate.

Her eyes locked with is and she realized he had been staring at her."It's not polite to stare, Reaver," she joked, trying to ease the tension she felt.

"How could I help myself?" He questioned. "The one I've been craving for so long is naked before me. You should be proud. While my eyes may be wandering, my hands remain at my sides. Though that could change..." He told the girl, the words rolling off his tongue seductively.

Sparrow's mind didn't seem to sync up with her mouth. She wanted to say 'no', but what she actually said was. "It could."

Reaver watched her carefully, scooting closer so he sitting in the middle of the tub only a few inches from her naked flesh. "Just say the word, dear Sparrow, or I won't touch you."

"Yes," she said so quietly the pirate thought he imagined it due to his overwhelming need. By the look in her eye, he knew he didn't.

***Warning: Smut ahead***

The pirate closed the distance between them his mouth claiming hers. Sparrow moaned into his mouth, unable to fight the pirate bastard any longer. His hands found their way to her chest and she approved of the touch. Her hands trailed down his back, her nails racking against the exposed skin. Reaver growled his approval into her mouth as their tongues battled for dominance.

One of his hands trailed down further until it rested on her thigh. She was too distracted by the mind-blowing make-out session to notice it until his hand found its way between her legs. Sparrow gasped as he started massaging at her little bundle of nerves. He moved his mouth away to kiss at her neck and suckled at her sweet spot. She couldn't help the mess of moans that passed her lips. The pirate grinned against her skin. Reaver knew this day would come. The day she would embrace him and he would give her unimaginable pleasure. Just hearing her was making him unbelievably hard.

The pirate decided to take it a step further and thrust a finger inside her. She shouted out in surprise before it returned to soft moans. He could feel she was about to finish already. Then he remembered she has never done this before. Reaver wasn't going to let her get away so easily.

He stopped and withdrew his finger from her. She groaned in protest before he suddenly picked her up and stood out of the bath.

Her arms and legs flew around him in surprise and fright that he just may drop her. Reaver stepped out of the tub and brought her to bed, lightly setting her down, uncaring of the water that was now soaking into the sheets.

The pirate climbed over the top of her and instead of claiming her lips again his head moved between her legs. Sparrow was going to protest before his tongue reached out and tasted her. She moaned before she could stop herself and Reaver set to work. His tongue plunged inside her and she almost lost it. She had a brief thought about how many women he must have done this with before it was lost to the pleasure she was receiving. What she didn't know is that he has never done this for another woman.

Right before her finish, he pulled away. Sparrow huffed in annoyance before he hovered over her. Reaver looked into her stunning eyes, asking permission before he moved any further.

Despite the bad feeling that lingered in her gut, she gave a small nod. He slowly pushed into her. Sparrow's body protested and she cried out in pain. She didn't think that it'd hurt so much. A few tears escaped and Reaver kissed them away.

Once he was fully in, he stopped and waited. While he waited for her to adjust he kissed at her neck again getting a few small moans in response. A few minutes passed before he started to move again. For Sparrow, it hurt at first but quickly turned to pleasure. She already felt herself reaching the end, and so did Reaver. His Sparrow started calling out his name, which drove him further. He thrust into her like a wild animal feeling her tighten around him. The pirate felt himself getting close to which surprised him. He normally lasted way longer. He told himself it was because it had been so long since he had been with a woman, but in the back of his mind, he knew that wasn't the reason.

Sparrow cried out as she finished, her walls tightening around him to the point of his finish. Reaver collapsed next to her, the duo panting as they tried to recover their breath. He glanced at his little bird and noticed she was falling fast asleep.

The pirate pulled the blankets over them and pulled her against his chest protectively. He watched her sleep peacefully and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. It was that moment Reaver made a decision. He couldn't go through with this. Sparrow has infiltrated his head and his heart that he thought was cut out long ago. They had to leave this place.