Treasure of the High Seas [Part Two] (Patreon)

Who, me? Researching 1680s women's fashion in order to procrastinate on finishing this chapter? Never. (Please, enjoy!) Warning for omegaverse heats/biting. The sex is consensual by omegaverse standards. And, of course, enjoy this amazing art by Rachel!!!

Part One Here 

CECILY BOLTED UPRIGHT IN bed, shivering fiercely. A cold lather of sweat coated her burning skin. She scarcely had time to realize where she was—safe, at least for now, in Eliza’s cabin—before her heavy heartbeat dropped straight between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together and groaned, slumping back upon the rumpled sheets.

Her trembling hand drifted down her stomach until she took notice and yanked it away. How scandalous! How terribly inappropriate and unladylike! Her eyes darted around the cabin, terrified someone might have witnessed her slip. The only light came from faint moonbeams shining through portholes above the bed, but it was enough to see that she was alone.

Captain Lockheed was nowhere in sight.

Cecily sighed with relief, but the tail end turned into a pleading whine that sounded pathetic to her own ears. She bit her lip to stifle any more wanton noises. With growing dread, she realized the truth: her heat had arrived, completely off-schedule.

“Why?” Cecily whimpered, even though she knew exactly why. Or, more precisely, whom.

She chewed her lip. Surely Captain Lockheed wouldn’t force herself on me? I am far more valuable to her… unsullied. Knowing her father, he might not even want her back without her precious virginity. However, without a safe space to nest and medicine to ease her discomfort, she would be a slave to her desires soon. She might beg the handsome captain to ravish her.

An image of Captain Lockheed bending her over the bed and flipping up her petticoats made Cecily groan and close her eyes.

No, no. I would be ruined.

There was one other option, however disgraceful it was for a lady of her station. The lesser of two evils. She’d only indulged in such wicked pastimes once or twice, when the pain of her heat grew unbearable. She’d always felt guilty afterward, but the shame of consorting with a lascivious pirate captain was far worse than the shame of self-pleasure.

Cecily longed to tear the stifling layers of clothing away from her blazing flesh, but feared what might happen if she did. What if Captain Lockheed returned, having caught the scent of her need? Could she persuade Eliza to leave her alone while naked? Could she resist throwing herself at the pirate’s feet and begging for mercy?

She compromised by rolling out of bed to remove her mantua, undoing the pins above her embroidered outer petticoat with fumbling fingers. She draped them over the stuffed armchair, already cooler and freer without the thick fabric. Her legs wobbled, so she slumped back onto the mattress in stays and underpetticoats alone.

It was a chore to bunch them up around her midsection and slide a hand beneath, and equally annoying to unbutton the front of her drawers while her hands shook so fiercely, but she managed. Sliding a testing finger between her legs, she found herself hot, slick, and painfully sensitive.

The first, feather-light touch sent a shock through Cecily’s core. Her hips jolted, her eyes fluttering shut. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t watch herself do this. Best to get it over with quickly and quietly. She moved the tip of her middle finger just barely, biting her lip to stifle a whimper. The bud of her... her... Cecily's face burned. She couldn't think the word without blushing. It stiffened beneath her hesitant touch, sending white-hot stabs of pleasure through her lower belly. She tried to lighten the pressure, but ended up stroking faster. Firmer.

She hissed through gritted teeth as her hips jumped off the mattress, chasing her hand. Humiliation constricted her heaving chest even more than her stays, but the smoldering heat between her legs wouldn't be denied. She used two fingers, sliding them on either side of the firmness above her dripping entrance.

Though she tried to keep her mind empty, lest her lustful thoughts wander toward sin, a hazy image sharpened behind Cecily's closed eyes. Square shoulders. Sun-tanned skin, dusted with a constellation of freckles. Large, rough hands. Wavy red curls catching the sunlight. Glittering green eyes, one of them sliced by a vertical white scar…

No! Not her—anyone but her!

Cecily stopped. Or tried to. Her fingers froze, but her hips rolled urgently against her slippery hand, seeking relief. The flames of passion spread, setting her body ablaze. She sobbed, tears leaking from her eyes.

She pictured Captain Lockheed. Eliza. The alpha’s smell filled the cabin, a sharp sea breeze and well-treated leather. She gulped for breath, but that only drew more of Eliza’s scent into her nose. Tossing her head, she buried her face in Eliza’s pillow. It smelled like exotic flowers. Eliza’s perfume? Her fingers moved faster. She used three at once, grinding against them, careful to stay outside.

A sharp rap on the door startled Cecily from her fantasy. She snatched her hand away, curling into a shaking ball beside the headboard. “Please, leave!”

The door opened to reveal a tall, shapely silhouette in the faint moonlight. Eliza’s scent flooded the room, not merely a lingering reminder, but a heady rush that made Cecily’s head spin. She tried to speak, to demand the impetuous pirate retreat at once, but a pitiful whine broke in her throat.

Eliza closed and locked the door. The click of the bolt sounded unnaturally loud in the dark cabin. Cecily shuddered, hugging her knees to her chest. All she wanted in the world was to roll onto her stomach and raise her hips. It hardly mattered how she debased herself, so long as Eliza eased her pain.

“Poor thing,” Eliza said, her voice low and throaty. Cecily’s heart lurched with each footstep as the alpha approached the bed. Her warm scent grew even stronger. “Come on. Off with all this, then.” She pulled Cecily to her feet, where she swayed perilously, sagging against Eliza’s chest.

Cecily tried to protest, but every bit of tension melted away the moment Eliza touched her. Eliza unpinned and removed Cecily’s other petticoats, allowing the blessedly cool night air to greet her clammy skin beneath her chemise. She groaned as Eliza unfastened her stays, going limp in the alpha’s strong arms. She wanted everything off. She wanted Eliza’s skin on hers. Heavens, she wanted it more than anything.

A growl rumbled in Eliza’s chest, and the sound sent a tingling thrill down Cecily’s spine. Her swimming vision nearly went black as Eliza removed chemise, letting it fall, forgotten, onto the floor. Naked but for her drawers, Cecily clung to Eliza’s shoulders despite her better judgment, unable to pull away.

Eliza wrapped an arm around Cecily’s waist, peering down at her with a slight frown and a furrowed brow. Her white scar shone faintly silver in the moonlight. “Let me help you, Lady Harrington. You only need ask. I promise not to steal your precious virtue in the process.”

A thread of confusion tugged at Cecily’s lust-fogged mind. “How…?”

Eliza caressed Cecily’s burning cheek, brushing away a tear streak with her thumb. “Trust me. You shall remain a virgin for your fiancé, little though the bastard deserves it.”

I must be mad to consider this, Cecily thought, but the tiny voice of reason grew fainter. She had no idea how Eliza intended to help, but she was far too desperate to say no. In another minute, she would be little more than an animal, a creature of pure, selfish instinct. Surely she couldn’t resist Eliza then, even if she wanted to. And she most certainly did not want to. The alpha’s scent was everywhere, deep within her lungs, clinging to her skin, boiling in her very blood.

“Please,” she begged, gazing up into Eliza’s glittering emerald eyes.

Eliza scooped Cecily into her arms, depositing her gently on the bed. Cecily’s vision narrowed to a dark tunnel as Eliza climbed on top of her, sliding both hands along her sides to caress her ribs. Then Eliza cupped her breasts, thumbs circling the stiff, sensitive peaks.

Cecily melted into a puddle beneath Eliza’s lean form. Eliza’s warm, callused hands knew just how firmly to knead her breasts. Each pinch to her nipples sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned, tossing her head. She couldn’t bear to witness her own disgraceful reactions, but she couldn’t resist, either.

“Easy, pet,” Eliza crooned, running a hand along her side, then patting her flank as though to soothe a skittish horse. Distantly, Cecily knew she should be furious, but she could think of nothing but the throbbing pain between her legs as Eliza’s knee slid between them. “I’ve got you.”

Cecily’s drawers, already shamefully sticky, soaked through in a matter of moments. Her fever left her weak and helpless, completely at Eliza’s mercy. She lifted her hips on instinct as Eliza pulled down her drawers, exposing her at last to the cool night air.

A cry caught in her throat as Eliza’s hand slid between her trembling thighs. The alpha’s long, dexterous fingers rubbed in knowing circles. Cecily’s eyes rolled back. Hot pressure built between her legs, dripping more slickness all over Eliza’s hand. To her relief, but also her great disappointment, Eliza’s fingers did not slide inside.

“There we go.” Eliza kissed Cecily’s neck with warm, gentle lips. “I know it isn’t enough, but try and let go.”

Cecily bit her cheek, screwing her eyes shut. It wasn’t enough. She needed fullness, thickness, the girth of something hot and firm pushing into her and stretching her open. Eliza’s fingers, Eliza’s—

“God help me,” she gasped. Eliza’s fingers were nothing less than gentle as they caressed her, causing the molten heat in her belly to build and build. Her core ached with emptiness, clenching around nothing.

Eliza kissed Cecily’s collarbone, then lower still, sucking her left nipple and swirling her tongue over the stiff peak. At the same moment, her thumb found Cecily’s need, applying direct, inescapable contact. She growled around Cecily’s nipple, applying the barest edge of teeth.

Cecily’s world shattered. She screamed to the cabin ceiling as the fullness within her burst, gushing out in a flood of heat. Her inner walls ripped and she throbbed beneath Eliza’s thumb, bucking as she rode a wild, intense peak. She was a rowboat at the mercy of a stormy sea, a butterfly in a hurricane—a slave to her alpha’s touch. To Eliza’s touch.

“Good girl,” Eliza muttered against Cecily’s sternum, kissing across her other breast. She sucked that nipple as well, drawing it deep into the welcome warmth of her mouth.

White-hot stars exploded behind Cecily’s eyelids. She spilled onto Eliza’s palm, making a mess of her thighs, Eliza’s knee, and the sheets below. Every inch of her body burned with embarrassment, but it was too late. The steady, circular strokes of Eliza’s fingers drove her past the point of madness.

By the time Eliza’s hand stilled, cupping protectively between her legs, Cecily was a sticky, panting puddle of desire. She whimpered, pulsing against Eliza’s palm, rolling her hips in search of more. The blinding peak of pleasure was beyond anything she’d imagined, but the drumbeat of her heart and the fire between her legs persisted.

Eliza released Cecily’s nipple with an obscene pop. Cecily tensed as cool air replaced the alpha’s warm mouth, causing the stiff peak to ache even more. Her fingers clawed at the damp, tangled sheets, wanting to cling to Eliza. Any part would do—but surely such encouragement would only worsen her shame! To fall prey to the bestial sin of lust was one thing. To encourage Eliza was far worse.

“Relax and lift your legs,” Eliza murmured, kissing Cecily’s stomach. “I promise not to leave you wanting.”

With the sharp edge of pleasure dulled, at least momentarily, Cecily was tempted to clap her knees shut, lest Eliza sully her further. Instead, her traitorous thighs parted without permission. She gasped as Eliza trailed warm, wet kisses down her stomach, around her navel, and between her hipbones. When Eliza ducked beneath her knees, she lifted her legs, digging her heels into the pirate’s broad back.

Eliza hummed low in her throat, running her rough palms along Cecily’s trembling legs. She laved the flat of her tongue along one of the sticky trails that stained Cecily’s inner thigh, practically purring with satisfaction as she followed it to the join of Cecily’s legs.

Cecily shuddered. She’d read a passage in one of the maids’ cheap paperbacks once, describing an omega female’s ecstasy as an alpha male pleasured her most private places with his mouth—but she’d assumed such lurid fantasies existed only in naughty books. Surely omegas of proper moral character never indulged in such wicked pastimes…

Wicked or not, Cecily’s mouth fell open in a keening cry as Eliza’s tongue swept the length of her, starting beneath her entrance and licking up through the slippery mess she’d made. Her shaking hands left the sheets, shooting down to tangle in Eliza’s curly red hair.

Eliza pulled away just long enough to spill a breathy chuckle against Cecily’s thigh. “Eager, are we? Good.”

Cecily tossed her head, tugging Eliza’s hair. Much as she hated to admit it, Eliza was right. She needed the wet heat of Eliza’s mouth, or she would surely die. She rocked her hips, searching in desperation, until Eliza’s lips sealed around her and sucked.

A scream tore from Cecily’s throat. Eliza’s tongue was pure, dripping pleasure between her legs, circling first, then teasing with feather-light licks before sucking hungrily.

Each sensation sent a lightning bolt straight to Cecily’s core. She froze, arching off the mattress, and flooded Eliza’s mouth with a rush of slippery heat. She thrashed and writhed, but Eliza’s strong hands held her in place, tightening possessively around her thighs. The alpha’s mouth and tongue were relentless, sucking slowly and firmly, then moving down to plunge inside and lap up every bit of wetness.

Cecily could only ride the rippling waves of release. Even after the waves became eddies, Eliza didn’t stop. She didn’t stop. She devoured Cecily with unmatched enthusiasm until her trembling limbs gave out. She collapsed onto the mattress, hips twitching whenever Eliza sucked just a bit too hard. She could scarcely keep her eyes open, let alone find the breath or wit for words.

Eliza stroked Cecily’s thighs, occasionally squeezing her backside as though in encouragement. “You taste as sweet as you look, pet,” she said, placing a kiss atop the damp curls of Cecily’s pubic hair. “The pleasure is all mine, truly.” Then she lowered her mouth and dove back in, causing Cecily to crumble all over again.

Something within Cecily’s mind snapped. She howled and clutched Eliza’s hair, surrendering completely. Sin, shame—none of it mattered. There were only Eliza’s hands and mouth, the raw center of Cecily’s universe.

***

Eliza groaned, attempting to stifle the sound by biting the soft meat of Cecily’s thigh. The salt of omega slick on her tongue and the scent of lust in her nose called to her deepest, most selfish instincts. She wanted to lick Cecily raw—not just her cunt, but every inch of sweat-soaked skin. Then she wanted to flip Cecily over, raise her hips, and bury herself in the omega’s warm, tight velvet walls.

Her cock throbbed with fullness, leaking pearls of desire onto the sheets.

No. Can’t. Promised.

Eliza was a pirate, a thief, and a scoundrel, but she was also a woman of her word. She wanted Cecily to present for her willingly, to beg and plead, not simply acquiesce because she had no idea what was happening. Easing the poor girl’s suffering was one thing. Judging from the omega’s delightful smell, enduring her heat alone would have brought delirium, then indescribable agony. But taking an innocent omega’s maidenhead while in the throes of heat would be a monstrous thing to do.

Mustering every scrap of self-control, Eliza stopped biting and smearing kisses across Cecily’s come-slick thighs. There would be several bite marks and bruises in the morning, but nothing too horrible. She kissed her way up Cecily’s soft, trembling body, then buried her face between the omega’s full breasts, inhaling more of the warm, sweet smell that so sorely tested her resolve.

Cecily pulled Eliza the rest of the way up for another kiss, wrapping both arms around her waist and holding her close. Eliza relaxed into the omega’s embrace, drinking in the warmth of skin contact. To soak in the feel of Cecily’s plush, pliant body beneath hers, still burning like a furnace, was paradise. Her hips picked up a lazy rhythm, smearing wetness along Cecily’s belly.

A soft gasp sounded in Eliza’s ear. Cecily tensed, but didn’t shift away or attempt escape. Instead, she twined their legs together, raking her nails down Eliza’s back.

Eliza kissed the mussed blonde curls atop Cecily’s head and rocked her hips again, purposely this time. She would keep her promise, but the primal need for release pounded desperately along her length. Releasing outside of the warm, sweet omega beneath her would have to be enough.

Her resolve wavered as Cecily’s legs wound around her waist, attempting to align their pelvises. “Please,” Cecily begged, her bright blue eyes wide and shining with want.

Eliza’s hips jerked. Her stiff cock twitched, leaking thin trails of wetness onto Cecily’s stomach. It would take no more than a moment to spread Cecily’s thighs and push inside. To bury herself hot and deep. To rut like a savage beast until they were both sated. She growled into the crook of Cecily’s throat as she imagined knotting her, tying her, flooding her womb. Biting her—

A shiver raced down Eliza’s spine. The thought, tempting as it was, brought her back to reality. It didn’t matter what Cecily wanted. What Cecily needed was someone to care for her during her heat. Not someone who would take advantage.

Gently, she took Cecily’s throat between her teeth, careful not to break skin. She slid her knee between Cecily’s legs again, allowing the omega to grind against her. The feel of Cecily’s desire painting her thigh made Eliza’s lashes flutter as her eyes rolled back. The base of her shaft throbbed with fullness, swelling with the start of a knot—one that wouldn’t take without the blissful grip of Cecily’s cunt wrapped around her.

Dizzy with lust and desire, Eliza summoned enough coordination to rub her shaft against Cecily’s belly. It wasn’t the tight, clinging heat Eliza longed for, but Cecily’s soft skin and the flexing muscles of her abdomen were just enough to bring some much-needed relief. She came with a grunt, spilling hot strands of come onto Cecily’s belly. She felt almost guilty, soiling such an innocent creature, but the flood wouldn’t stop. She came in thick spurts, guiding Cecily’s hips in a firm grind against her soaked thigh.

“Eliza!” Cecily sobbed.

Eliza smirked into Cecily’s throat. The sound of her name on Cecily’s lips sent a languorous pulse of heat along her throbbing length.

Sharp little teeth dug into Eliza’s shoulder, a surprisingly deep bite that sent another surge of pleasure through her core. She gasped and tilted her head, allowing Cecily to find her grip. Pinning Cecily to the mattress, she pumped her hips faster, helping the omega find another release against her thigh.

Finally, her cock stopped twitching and the pounding pressure dulled to a manageable ache. She relaxed atop Cecily’s quivering form, which had gone slack save for the teeth buried in her shoulder. The omega didn’t seem inclined to release her any time soon, but Eliza didn’t mind. Without a matching bite, it would only leave a temporary bruise.

“Bold little thing, aren’t you?” she murmured, kissing the edge of Cecily’s ear. “Even with your heat, I wasn’t expecting you to meet me teeth-first. Some inexperienced omegas start so feverish they can’t do much more than present.”

Cecily growled around the mouthful of flesh she’d claimed. A low, satisfied purr rumbled in her chest as she shimmied her hips, clearly trying to find Eliza’s cock and get it between her legs. But her movements were soft, weak. Eliza suspected one more release would put her out until morning.

“Open,” she said, joining Cecily’s purr with her own.

Obediently, Cecily opened her legs.

It only took a feather-light touch to Cecily’s clit to make her scream into Eliza’s shoulder. Her hips jerked once, twice, then froze as a shudder rolled through her body from head to toe. Heat gushed into Eliza’s palm, streams sliding between her fingers.

Eliza kissed Cecily’s damp temple, circling the very tip of her middle finger until the omega went completely limp beneath her. Cecily’s teeth fell away from her shoulder, her jaw going slack as her head fell sideways onto the pillow atop a pile of tangled blonde curls. A weak smile fluttered at the corners of her full, cupid’s bow mouth as her lashes fluttered shut.

A pang of disappointment shot along Eliza’s length, but she willed herself to stay still. She remained on top of Cecily until the omega’s breathing softened and evened out, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. Slowly, Eliza rolled onto her side, careful not to jostle her sleeping bedmate.

“Damn it all,” she sighed, staring down at Cecily’s face. Her rosy cheeks and kiss-swollen lips looked even more angelic in sleep. The gorgeous creature was as innocent as she was tempting—but one thing was certain. Her fiancé didn’t deserve her. Not one bit.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Cecily sighed and cuddled closer. Eliza obliged by lifting an arm, allowing Cecily to snuggle underneath and rest a cheek on her shoulder. Aside from her blazing hot skin and the occasional involuntary shiver, her fever seemed better. She didn’t smell nearly as sharp and desperate for breeding to Eliza’s nose.

Stifling a yawn, Eliza let her head fall back onto the pillow. She stared at the cabin ceiling, her thoughts awhirl with possibilities. Nothing, however, could be done tonight. They had many leagues to go before arriving in Port Royal. Time enough to think of the best way to break the news… and possibly Cecily’s heart as well.

I never should have taken this job to begin with. I knew it was asking for trouble, but I did it anyway. Penny’s right. I’m such a fucking idiot.