Nowhere To Go But Roanapur

It was actually a couple of weeks until she gave me a call. I had almost thought that she really wasn’t interested, or if I really was just fulfilling a need. Of course, I still didn’t know the nature of her call yet, so as I walked along the dock towards their torpedo boat, I had plenty of time to speculate. I could see her sitting on the hatch and just the sight of her after so long tightened my body in a tingling rush. She looked better than I’d last seen her; her face smooth and perfect once more, no more bruises covered her body. I walked down the dock, saw her with her legs drawn up around the hatch, saw the latent muscle of her thighs… I shook my head. Falling off the celibacy wagon that day with Revy was a bad idea. Not finding another lover was even worse.
She invited me up on the ship, handing me a beer as she gave me a brisk tour. One that ended almost where it began: in her room. We talked; just random nonsense about the past couple of weeks. Revy was watching me hard, I noticed. Waiting: waiting for something; but what? I finished my beer and set the can down and knew what she had been waiting for. Her hand caught my shoulder, pushing me back. I stumbled and half collapsed to her bed, my legs hanging over the edge, still touching the floor. I rose up to my elbows and watched her. She sauntered over and sat on my legs. I adjusted my body, so that my ass was firmly on her bed and sat up, my arms going around her slender waist, brushing up along her back. I held her to me for a brief second, letting my head rest just under her breasts.
I pulled in her scent, deeply through my nose and let her go, looking up into her golden gaze. I know my gaze wasn’t as set as hers; I was dazed. I haven’t been close to anyone for more than a few years. Revy totally knocked me off the celibacy wagon, smacking me with her sex, flaunting herself like a prize. Maybe that was why I fell for her so quickly. Sure her scent pulled me in first, but it could have been anyone beyond that door. Maybe I was just too horny for too long to really care anymore. Whatever the reason, I let my hands fall around her ass, holding her sturdy on me so neither of us fell off the bed.
She looked down at me, her beer in one hand and the back of my neck in the other. I didn’t remember her grabbing me, didn’t realize she’d unbound my hair. I smiled up at her and pressed my face to her chest, using my nose and lips to nuzzle her shirt higher until I could taste her fair skin. I licked her flesh, sucking her nipple into my mouth, my tongue lashing her nub, my mouth tightening around her. Her hand began to massage the back of my head, her fingers laced under my hair as she pressed me harder to her. I let one hand up to swarm along her back as I licked between her breasts in transitioning to the other. She gripped my hair, pulling my head away from her, dragging my gaze up to meet hers. I held my mouth slack as she tipped her can over me, pouring beer into my mouth, down my chin and neck and into the low scoop of my shirt. She discarded the empty can and pushed me down fully onto my back. She climbed up my body and licked the wetness off my cleavage, nuzzling around my collar, teasing my nape. She bit up my neck, sucking the beer off, lavishing my chin and lips with her mouth before she kissed me. I felt as though I could have passed out. My body was tingling so badly, coming to attention, opening itself to pleasure. Revy’s hands slid up my body, her arms sliding up mine as she stretched them up. I heard metal clink and tried to pull my hands back, but they didn’t come far. I rolled my eyes up to try and see what she’d done to me but I didn’t want to know enough to break the kiss. Sad, but true.
I fed from her mouth, my tongue coaxing hers to play with me, to explore as much as I wanted to. Revy dragged her nails down my arms and I sighed into her mouth. Her hands scooped around my breasts, pulling my shirt up, freeing them of that layer of cloth, revealing the bra. I felt her hands groping around my pockets, probably looking for my knife again.

“Don’t cut this one off,” I whispered into her mouth, “Or you’ll owe me.”

I felt the cold edge of the steel as she let it slide up my stomach. I tensed, feeling its tip dig in a bit as she repositioned her grip on the blade. I felt the cloth give and knew she’d cut my bra anyway. Damn it. She is killing my supply. I suddenly didn’t mind as much when I felt her mouth seal over my tit. Felt the hot press of her mouth on my flesh. I sighed out, almost dropping my head when I felt the knife press into my neck. I kept me head upright, forced myself not to look at her, not to look down and watch her. I glanced up and saw the handcuffs binding me to a rail. Her tongue brushed over my skin, a little below my navel. My skin fluttered under her tentative touch, my breath hitched and I looked down. The tip of the knife cut in, drawing enough blood that I dropped my head back. I wanted to see so badly, my pulse was pounding. I felt a small trickle of blood tickle down my neck and sighed. How lucky I am to find someone so willing to accommodate my tastes.
She pulled my jeans off, taking the underwear with it, and I almost felt silly lying half on the bed naked, while she was not. The feeling didn’t last; hell no. Not when she pressed her mouth to my core. I hissed out, body straining to arch, but the positioning was wrong.

“Little whore, you’re already wet,” she said against my curls.

I wanted to answer, I did, really. But when she lashed me with her tongue, my body rippled, my muscles clenched. I forced most of my floundering to my arms, pulling against the cuffs. I curled when I felt the cold line that trailed from my neck to my breast, circling a nipple, threatening to split open my tanned skin. Revy raked her nails down one side of my ribs, while she held the knife against me with the other hand, and my body rolled, pulling with it an unexpected orgasm. I came in her mouth in a rush of air, a rake of nails, and a tingle of pain. I blinked furiously to see straight, my eyes refusing to refocus on anything. I almost had it under control, but Revy slipped a finger into me and my vision split again. She massaged my walls, coaxing me wider and slipped a second finger in, and a third. She manipulated my organ dexterously, stealing another wave of pleasure from the depths of my body. I cried out for her, bucked my hips, and flexed my thighs, trying not to hurt her, while pleasure spilled from me. She bit me, hard and fast and I screamed louder, my breath leaving me in a fuzzy golden wave. She pulled away from me, letting me catch my breath before I really did pass out. My body twitched, my breath came to me in gasps. My eyes had rolled up into my head, making me look blind as I regained myself.
Revy laughed and lay down on the bed next to me, watching me with eager eyes as I became more aware once more. She propped her head up on her hand, the other resting on the delicious swell of her hip. Still panting, but able to see once more, I let my head flop to face her. I gave her a lazy smile, my eyes drifting closed for a few moments before I opened them again. My reaction brought another laugh from the woman. When I could finally speak again, I smiled at her.

“All I can say to that is oh my fucking god,” I chuckled.
“I figured it’d be something along those lines,” she smiled, “Little whore.”
“If I recall correctly, you are the one who was all hot and bothered surrounded by men.”
“You were too.”
“You first, though. Skank.”
Revy reached over and freed my hands, planting a kiss on my cheek before she pulled away, “I saw the way you were looking down at me. You were turned on before you even touched me.”
“Well damn,” I said, looking up at the ceiling.
“Uhuh, busted, little whore.”

Revy got up and walked out the room, her backside swaying tantalizingly, her thighs rubbing together slickly. Ha! She was sopping wet too! I got up and followed her out. She was around the corner and up a ladder, leaving me to joyously watch her ass sift from side to side as she climbed up. She threw open the hatch and sat down, her legs straddling the hole as she leaned back against the guard rail and looked out at the ocean. I climbed up, but stopped when my head was between her legs. I nuzzled my cheek on her thigh, her sweet scent pulling me closer to the junction between her legs. I used my hand to push a bit of her shorts out the way and buried my tongue in her. Her whole crotch was wet; seemed she got more from eating me out than just the joy of watching me squirm. I sucked up the slick liquid, coating her with my own saliva. She inched her butt closer to the hole, her legs stretched and braced against the guardrail. She threw her arms around the metal bars, clinging to them with great strength that made her entire body tremble while I pleasure her. To an unassuming eye, she could just be enjoying the breeze and the view.
It would serve her right if I cut her pants open, I thought to myself, but the knife was in her room. Damn it. I thought about dropping away to fetch the blade, but she tastes so good… Her hands slipped from the rail and entangled themselves in my hair, pressing me harder to her core. Her head dropped back and she sighed to the wind. Her reactions, her voice, her scent; this woman drives me mad! Perhaps I shouldn’t have cut myself off from sex after Daisuke died, maybe then I wouldn’t be so stricken by her appeal. I moaned into her cunt, slurping up every ounce of taste I could manage with her jeans fighting to cover her. I freed the ladder from my hand and leaned carefully, using my other hand to help keep her spread and the shorts at bay. I fed at her with tongue, teeth and lips, pulling pleasure from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Her hands behind my head aided my balance on the ladder. Her head flopped to the side as I pulled another bone rattling orgasm from her. She sucked in air before she could see coherently. She panted, running her fingers through my hair while I lapped at her sugar coated body.

“Oh shit!” she gasped, but the tone was wrong.
I looked up her body, “what is it?”
“Rock is coming over. Fuck. Quick grab us some beers,” she pushed me down the stairs.

I ran and grabbed a beer for us, two a piece so that it would seem that we aren’t moving and have been chilling on the hatch for a while. I passed two up to Revy, who opened one and set the other aside. I put my extra next to hers, pulled my shirt down over my breasts and popped my head up on the hatch, carefully keeping my naked extremities hidden. Revy had turned her body some so that she wasn’t flashing her wetness off at Rock and we both smiled and engaged in idle chatter as he drew nearer.

“Hey Revy, Dutch said you might be here,” he said, not noticing me yet. “Oh, hey Trish. It’s been a while, how have you been?”
Gasp, he remembered my name, I haven’t heard it all day, “I been good, Rock. How about yourself?”
“Business is booming,” he shrugged.
“What do you want, Rock?” Revy asked, slightly irritated, but then she seemed to always be irritated.
“Eda has been calling for you. She’s very insistent that you see her today.”
“Bah, what does that second-rate gunslinger want?”
“She wouldn’t explain to me. Just said it was something of your specialty and she was cutting you in on it,” Rock said, still standing at the dock.

I chilled nonchalantly cradled between Revy’s legs drinking my beer. I didn’t touch her, I don’t think either of us dared. As long as he stayed down there, and didn’t try to come into the ship for any reason…

“Have you two cleaned out the cooler?” Rock asked, eyeing our cans.
Revy tossed him my extra, “Here. Buzz off and if that lousy nun calls again tell her I’m on my way.”
“Gee thanks,” Rock said dryly. “Fine. I guess I’ll see you later on tonight.”

The two waited until Rock was well past the pier to sigh and relax. I let my head fall onto her thigh, laughing at the situation. God that could have been tricky to explain.

“Someone is always looking to ruin my fun,” Revy growled. “That bullshit nun better have something good to offer me.”
“This nun, Eda, you two hang out much?” I asked and downed my beer.
Revy looked down at me, a devious smirk playing along her features, “And if we do?”
I grinned back up at her and then passed a thick lick over her body, “I might have to cut my diet of you short.”

I dropped down off the ladder before she recovered from my teasing caress and then she dropped down on top of me. Startled, I caught her in my arms, the balance wrong and I fell, hard, on my ass. I think if I hadn’t had my hand full of Revy’s luscious ass I may have been more pissed at the pain that radiated out from my own rear end, but instead I just scored her thick flesh with my nails. Revy hissed and arched, rubbing herself against me slightly; I caught my breath. Revy turned on me, leaned down and captured my lips on her own, her tongue forcing my mouth open. I fed at the taste of her, the taste of myself, and the taste of beer in her mouth. I breathed hard, eating her up. Revy turned her body more and my hands skirted around her lower belly, dancing under her skimpy shorts and into her pussy. She moaned into my mouth, letting her full weight rest on me. Could I really cut myself off from Revy? We really don’t even know each other, yet I know I will crave her touch always. I won’t admit it out loud, but I am quite taken by her. Damn it, it would be hard but I could give her up. Maybe. Probably. Shit.
Revy’s fingers danced along my inner walls, I didn’t even realize she had penetrated me. Wait, of course I did, I was just thinking too hard to really name the heightened ecstasy. My bad. I cleared my mind of all but the woman on top of me as we both stroked and sucked for the final orgasm. Revy’s finger swirled around my g-spot, using a faint trace of nail and the sensation tore my mouth from Revy’s in a cry of pleasure. My body curled against hers as I fought for my breath, my fingers still bathing in her lovely juices. We both tripped over the final edge and fell weightless into the abyss of great sex.
I gently pulled my hand free of Revy, coated in her juices. I brought my hand up to suck my fingers clean, but I didn’t have the energy anymore. My hand plopped next to my head as my breath and pulse still raced. Revy was still on top of me, panting onto my neck, her hot breath stirring my insides, hitching my breath. I would have laughed if I had the air to. She pulled her fingers out of me, I felt my body tighten, trying to hold her inside. My breath left me in a shaking sigh as she readjusted herself so we both could breathe better.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking nympho!” Revy laughed breathlessly.
“I don’t think I have the energy to go another round right now,” I heaved.
“Your body doesn’t seem to think so,” she said and slid a finger around my thigh and up.
My nipples tightened, “God, please… if you keep that up I’ll pass out.”
Revy’s smirk grew, filling with darkness, “And why would that be bad?”
“Because who knows what I’d wake up to.”
“Exactly,” she said, sucking my nipple into her mouth for a moment.
My eyes felt heavy lidded, maybe I was more worn than I thought, “No. Not now; later you can fuck me to death… but right now just give me a breather.”
“But your body still wants more, it’s clinging to me like it never wants to let me go.”

I shuddered, feeling her slipping around inside me, but I had nothing to say. If we could I would stay here with her all day… and why can’t we? I have no place to be and Revy is in no rush to see the nun. I searched my reserves and found more energy, just enough to bring her one more time. But after that I probably would pass out then. Revy coaxed a moan out of me, pulling me from my rational thoughts. To hell with it. I leaned up and pulled her mouth to mine again, rolling her under me and pulling her arms up over her head. I moved from her mouth to her neck and fed at her nape, pulling lovely sounds from low in her throat. Using my teeth, I pulled her shirt up, grabbing it with a hand and pulling it over her head, letting it tangle around her wrist and keep her bound. I rubbed my face along her chest, pulling in the sweaty scent of her body around me. I dropped a hand down her body; caressing her neck, fondling a tit, curling around her stomach to finally dip into her pot. Revy stretched and moaned underneath me; sounding much like the nymphomaniac she claimed me to be. My pace was sluggish as first, slow and deliberate, but after a moment of feeling her clutch at me, push against me in pleasure, I sped up. She wrapped a leg around me as I rocked her on the ground, slowly inching up the hall with the fervency of our sex. I hit her peak, spilled her over into another pool of ecstasy and she arched for me, pushing her feet onto the ground, drawing her butt and my body up a few feet before the energy left her drained and lazy; a cat who got cream. She lay, basking in the afterglow, while I rolled off and away from her.
I do not need another round. Truly. God knows what time it is and the energy we spend may very well be needed later. I managed to crawl back to her bedroom, dragging myself along the floor in search of my clothes and a bathroom. I found both and washed up before slipping back into my clothes. Afterwards I sunk down the wall and sat watching Revy gather herself up to do the same.

“And you call me the nympho,” I tisked her.
“I thought you were going to pass out?” her voice was sluggish.
“Yeah, well,” I shrugged. “The animal in me had more energy than I thought.”

Revy managed to get her feet under her and stumbled into her room. She came back out several moments later with clothes and continued into the bathroom. I resisted the urge to caress her thigh as she passed by me by sitting on my hands. When I heard the shower start to run, I stood up and went to the hatch, sitting where Revy had sat, however more modestly. I did not need to hear the water running, I did not need to imaging what Revy would look like with water trailing down her skin in crystalline drops, flowing over her curves… I rested my head back against the railing and draped an arm over my eyes, trying to block out my imagination.
I must have dozed off because Revy was the next thing I heard and felt as she pushed me out the way. I glared at her mildly but moved out the way regardless. I stood up and hopped off the boat and turned back to Revy.

“I guess this makes it a day,” I said, looking up at her.
“I didn’t dismiss you,” Revy replied.
I raised my eyebrows, “Oh?”
“No, now come on.”

That smacked a bit too much of an order, but I followed her anyway. I suppose I’d have to meet the nun eventually anyway, right?