THE CAPTAIN'S WOMAN - Part 6
by JB57
Darielle finally collapsed on top of her defeated enemy and
lay there for some time, her body mashed to Minerva’s, enjoying the heat and
intimacy of her conquest’s glorious flesh. Both women were now almost covered,
head to toe, with their shared cum.
After a while, Darielle stirred and then rolled off of Minerva and rose from the
bed. She reached for the bottle of rum on the side table and took a deep swig,
enjoying the rush of heat in her belly. She felt bone-deep exhaustion. Minerva
had proven to be a truly incredible enemy. Darielle could not remember ever
having fought such a close sexfight before. But she was confident that she had
finally broken her foe. When Minerva awoke, Darielle was sure that the redhead
would accept the fact that she had been tamed by a woman with a superior set of
sexual skills. The black-haired courtesan already knew how she planned to
humiliate her auburn-haired rival and reinforce her dominance. Now, she began to
plan for how she would use her superiority to assert herself in Reynald’s bed.
Darielle heard a sound behind her and turned to see Minerva stirring. She smiled
as Minerva sat up, a dazed and confused look in her eyes.
“So, you little cunt, are you ready to accept me as your mistress? Or do I have
to keep fucking your brains out?” Darielle smirked, her eyes glowing with heat.
To her amazement, she felt her clit stir as she took in Minerva’s sensual
beauty. Even in defeat, the auburn-haired vixen was incredibly erotic.
Minerva was covered in cum, her hair was wet with sweat and pussy juice. But the
redhead’s eyes cleared and seemed to shine with rage and power.
“You dirty whore,” Minerva snarled. “This isn’t over until one of us is fucked
completely senseless. Get your fat ass back over here and spread your fucking
legs. We’re going to go cunt to cunt and clit to clit until only one of us can
walk.”
Darielle’s smirk disappeared. She did not understand how Minerva could be so
defiant, how she could seem to have so much energy after all she had been
through. But, as she watched, Darielle could see Minerva’s massive clit swelling
out of her labia, growing in power and hardness. Darielle pushed aside her
doubts and fears. Minerva seemed to have almost superhuman sexual stamina, but
that was Darielle’s gift, too. In the past, she had beaten sexual competitors
who were more skilled than she was just by wearing them out. Darielle had never
lost a sexfight, and she did not intend to start now. She concentrated,
summoning up her power. She was gratified as she felt her clit swelling again,
the insatiable sexual desires of her body rippling out of her core, powering her
beautiful body.
“If that’s what you want, fucker,” Darielle growled. “I’ve defeated you every
time we’ve matched clits tonight. Nothing is going to be different this time or
the next or the next.”
“All that matters is who wins the last fuckfight, you cunt,” Minerva spat. “Get
down here and let’s get started.”
Darielle climbed onto the bed, rage and lust blazing in her heart. Her erogenous
zones burned with need, she felt sexual energy charging her tits and her cunt.
She was going to eat this whore alive. Her body was already aching for the
excruciating sexual pleasure she knew that she and Minerva would inflict on each
other.
The women faced each other, legs spread, thick pink cunts engorged and leaking
with juice. Their hard, round tits heaved and jiggled as their breath came in
excited pants. Their nipples were huge and thick and pointing like spikes. They
leaned back, their magnificent bodies supported by their powerful arms. Their
hair billowed out around their heads like erotic auras. The air of the room was
suffused with the overpowering musk of womanly arousal, the distinct scent of
both women’s juiced cunts mixing and merging and creating an exotic aroma of
sex. Green eyes locked to blue. The women smiled at each other, their mutual
lust and hate at a fever pitch.
Darielle and Minerva pushed up to each other, smoothly sliding right legs over
lefts, until their hot, wet, tight fuckslits were perfectly aligned and only a
whisper’s distance apart. The heat radiating out of their cunts warmed both
women’s inner thighs. Smiling grimly at each other, they pressed their swollen
pussies together gently, letting their twats kiss slowly, teasing and taunting
each other. They held their slick quims together like that for a moment until
the erotic electricity built up to an unbearable charge. Both women gasped
together as their juiced up pussies suddenly lubricated in a hard gush, pussy
juice spraying out and coating their cuntlips and inner thighs. Slowly,
tortuously, Darielle and Minerva rubbed their wet cuntlips together, mixing the
lubricant, spreading it around their hot, wet crotches. They bit their lips as
each woman struggled to control herself, to keep the incredible sensations from
overwhelming her restraint.
“Enough, slut,” Darielle moaned, her voice thick with effort. “Let’s fuck.”
Her eyes shining, Minerva said nothing. But she drew back her hips. Darielle did
the same. Signaling with their eyes, the two sexual combatants rammed their
hungry cunts together with all of their strength. Their thick cuntlips flattened
together, their succulent labia met and mashed. The women screamed
uncontrollably, but both began grinding and shoving as hard as they could with
their hips and asses, struggling to grind deep into each other, to spread and
penetrate each other completely. Their engorged clits smashed together head to
head, sending pulses of unbearable pleasure burning through every inch of their
voluptuous flesh. They squeezed each other’s cunts with all of their strength,
mashing their clits and labia into one, straining to devour each other twat to
twat.
“Oh, you dirty fucking whore, you filthy CUNT!!,” Darielle screamed at Minerva,
her eyes blazing with hate and lust, tears streaming down her beautiful face.
“Bitch! Fucking, cunteating SLUT!!,” Minerva screamed back, her gorgeous face a
rictus of sexual agony as she fought to control the pleasure radiating from
their locked cunts.
The women fucked mercilessly. They threw back their heads, braced their arms and
ground into each other with all their power. Their tits bounced furiously,
spraying sweat. Their abdomens rippled with effort. Darielle and Minerva pounded
at each other, pulling apart and smashing their cunts together again and again,
driving their clits together, before locking up again and resuming the head to
head, clit to clit grind. They threw all of their sexual power at each other in
a final, desperate effort to prove which of them was the better woman, the
stronger cunt.
Minerva and Darielle fell back on their sides. Their legs remained
scissor-locked, their twats continued to suck and grip each other tight.
Lubrication flowed from their locked pussy lips like water. Their clits stroked
and ground relentlessly. Each woman grasped the other’s thigh and used it for
leverage as they battled on.
The battle seemed to go on forever. Neither woman relented. Beautiful eyes
locked, breath coming in hot pants, the room filling with their moans and growls
of pleasure, gripping each other’s thighs tightly, Minerva and Darielle fucked
slow and hard, their hips and asses moving powerfully and deliberately. They
kept their rock-hard, swollen clits grinding head to head, excruciating pleasure
pulsing through their bodies with each exquisitely ecstatic stroke. The world
ceased to exist for both women. The only thing they saw were each other’s eyes;
the only things they felt were the unbearable sensations radiating from their
locked clits. Their intermeshed genitals seemed to swell to fill them
completely. Both women slowly came to understand that the sexual tension that
had built up in both of them over the course of the past month, the unrelieved
pressure that had driven them to this point, remained unabated and was now
struggling for release.
The end came suddenly. Darielle felt it, a growing sense that a dam had broken
deep inside of her. An incredible pressure, an exquisite wave of pleasure, came
rippling off her clit, burning through her skin, inflaming the heat in her back,
firing all the nerves in her body. The familiar sense of no return suddenly
washed over her like a tidal wave of sensual delight.
“No,” Darielle groaned, her eyes widening with shock and fear. “No!!” she cried
as she felt the intensity of the orgasm coming with ferocious force. “Oh, FUCK,
NOOOO!!” she screamed.
Minerva smiled viciously, not saying anything but pumping her cunt harder and
harder, ramming her clit with greater force against its counterpart on Darielle.
“NOOOOOOO!!!,” Darielle shrieked as the most incredible orgasm of her life
detonated deep in her core, flooding her body with nova-hot heat, overloading
her senses, washing her away on a tsunami of sexual bliss. She fell flat on her
back, her body writhing uncontrollably, her hands reaching blindly for the
ceiling as her pussy exploded. Her belly rippled as her pussy pumped hot cum,
which leaked out from the seal of the women’s quims.
Smiling savagely, Minerva rode the other woman powerfully. She kept her clit
mashed tight to Darielle’s sexhorn, determined to fuck every drop of cum from
her enemy. Minerva had already experienced this same overwhelming wave of
pleasure. She had barely survived it, and she was going to make sure that
Darielle could not recover from this defeat.
Darielle writhed and screamed, her screams fading to desperate moans. Her
magnificent tits jiggled enticingly, so taut with sexual arousal, their nipples
so hard and tight, that they actually hurt. Minerva leaned down and licked and
nibbled at one of Darielle’s nips, provoking another round of agonizing orgasms
from the black-haired bitch.
Finally, Darielle collapsed, her writhing body grew still, her gasps of
unimaginable pleasure turned to the exhausted pants of a spent woman. Darielle’s
beautiful blue eyes rolled up into her head and she passed out, finally fucked
into absolute submission. Minerva continued to pump her enemy, provoking a
number of orgasms from the unconscious courtesan.
Minerva slowly, painfully, pulled her twat free of Darielle’s beaten pussy. Her
clit throbbed with unbearable heat and tension. She knew that she needed relief.
She feared that another orgasm as intense as this one felt might kill her, but
she had no choice.
Gasping, Minerva crawled up Darielle’s body. She mounted the other woman’s left
tit and slowly, deliberately, rubbed her rock-hard clit into Darielle’s
rock-hard nipple. She used the courtesan’s breast to titfuck herself, moaning in
pleasure as she felt the taut, thick flesh bulge up into the slick maw of her
twat. After a few minutes of writhing, grinding, bucking, Minerva screamed in
relief as her body exploded. Cum covered Darielle’s tits, splattering her face,
flowing down into her deep cleavage.
With a final cry, Minerva collapsed beside her foe, totally exhausted. She had
nothing left. But, for this moment at least, she did not need any more. Darielle
was defeated. Smiling with satisfaction, Minerva slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Epilogue I:
Hours later, Darielle woke to find herself alone in the abandoned cabin. The
light of the early morning sun was streaming in the stateroom window. The room
stank of sex and cum, the thick musk of womanhood was in the air. Dry cum and
sweat crusted on her body. She felt sore all over, especially in her twat and
breasts.
Darielle rolled off of the bed and staggered across the cabin to find her robe.
As she pulled it on, she looked around for any note or any other message from
Minerva. But she did not see anything. The message of her defeat was, evidently,
the only thing that Minerva needed to say.
Darielle’s eyes burned with tears, but she kept them in. She had been defeated.
Her body, her sex, had been overwhelmed by those of another woman. She had never
been more humiliated in her life. She swore to herself that this would not be
the end of it, that she would not allow herself to submit to Minerva. But she
could feel, deep inside, that her womanly confidence had been badly shaken. Her
destiny had been subverted. She did not know what to do.
Darielle opened the cabin door carefully. No one was about. She quickly crossed
the hall and entered her cabin. She locked the door, dropped the robe to the
floor and approached her bed, intending to throw herself into the bedclothes, to
lose her shame in the balm of sleep. To her surprise, however, she saw a note on
her pillow. Sitting on the bed, she opened the envelope. She knew, of course,
that it was from Minerva. She expected a taunting, vicious letter which
reinforced the new order between them. Instead, she read:
“When you are ready, come and see me. I have an interesting proposition for you,
one that may help both of us realize our destinies. Minerva.”
Intrigued, Darielle carefully folded the letter and put it back in its envelope.
She did not know what to think. But she felt a new sense of energy. There might
be a way for her to salvage her future, after all.
Epilogue II:
Reynald yawned and stretched luxuriously. It was late for him to be getting up,
but he and Arella had spent an exhausting night renewing their carnal
acquaintance. As much as he enjoyed his two mistresses, he also appreciated the
variety offered by other beautiful women.
Captain Arella came out of the adjoining washroom. She was naked, her
magnificent body glistening with wetness. Evidently, she had been washing
herself up, cleaning up some of the mess of the previous night. She swayed
across the room, her majestic tits rocking, her womanly hips see-sawing, her
long, strong legs smooth and taut. Arella was a woman from the far south, her
skin a dark chocolate hue, her eyes a golden brown. Long, wild black hair
crowned her head. She slipped into bed beside Reynald, pressing her chest into
his. Reynald slipped his arm around her and rested one hand on her hip. The
other hand he used to fondle her nearest tit, kneading and caressing the thick
flesh. He smiled as he felt Arella’s nipple instantaneously harden.
The dark-skinned beauty kissed the man gently.
“When do you plan to return to the Northstar, milord?” Arella asked.
“Later today, my dear,” the captain replied. “No need to rush. I want to give
Minerva and Darielle as much time to work things out as possible.”
“Hm.” Arella appeared thoughtful. “Do you still think that Darielle will have
conquered Minerva?” she asked.
“Well, it is the logical assumption,” Reynald replied. “Darielle has been
trained in sex her whole life. Minerva has only had the lessons from you and me.
I don’t doubt your skills as a teacher, Arella – indeed, I have enjoyed
everything that you taught her – but I don’t think she has the experience to
defeat a trained courtesan.”
“All very logical,” Arella admitted, “but I think that Minerva may surprise you.
The girl has some remarkable abilities in bed. But there is something else.”
“What is that?” the man asked. He had begun to stroke Arella’s smooth skin. The
woman had begun to stroke his thickening cock.
“Don’t underestimate Minerva, or treat her as a child. She has great potential
and she will not always be satisfied to be the mistress of the Captain of the
fleet. Think about grooming her for her own ship. No matter how her battle with
this courtesan works out, she is not a resource to be squandered or ignored.”
“Hm,” Reynald replied. His cock was rock-hard now and the blood was pounding in
his veins. He pushed Arella over onto her back, and he slowly mounted her,
enjoying the feel of her massive tits pressing into his chest, her hard belly
flattening to his own. “You really think so?” he asked. He slipped his shaft
deep into Arella’s tight slit and thrust hard, impaling the woman with pleasure.
Arella gasped, then smiled lasciviously as she wrapped her legs around Reynald’s
waist. “Oh yes,”she murmured. “Remember, you gave me my ship to keep me from
being a threat to you. You were smart to do that. Don’t be foolish when it comes
to Minerva.”
“My love, I will think about what you have said,” Reynald promised. But his hips
were already jerking with pleasure and his cock was being squeezed and massaged
by Arella’s deep vaginal muscles. As the man and the woman rode each other into
bliss, the conversation slipped his mind as he was overwhelmed by the sensations
of the moment.
Grunting and heaving, Reynald and Arella fucked long into the morning. On the
Northstar, Minerva and Darielle began to plan their own destinies.
The End