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Post by Pintel on Aug 17, 2006 6:45:42 GMT -5
And who had been the one who went running to Captain Sparrow when he couldn't pull the brazen, dark tanned bull off of Ragetti? Well it wasn't Mr. Twigg, that's for sure. Pintel had never liked the bull before, but now he still had good reason to be on unsteady ground. Let's just say he was glad the bastard was gone and not coming back any time soon. And Pintel took his god damn time with chores mainly since he was a Master back then. He could always say his mind was busy thinking of new canon tactics to pay much attention to cleaning. It worked too.
Pintel could rightly remember the first time he had snuck up on Ragetti like this. The lad hadn't been eighteen years old and he was just feeling evil one morning. So he had crept quite stealthily and just waited in the same position for well over an hour until Ragetti had woken. His scream had echoed across the vast ocean for miles by Pintel's guess, and he had remained in the lad's bad books for a good two hours until Ragetti had came back to him. Course that meant pay backs, and many times as Pintel had gotten this close to Ragetti, Ragetti had gotten close to Pintel when he least suspect it. Rat teeth into his neck or head. And Ragetti always chose to do it when his nose was wet and freezing.
Many times had someone found Pintel clinging to the ceiling with his claws dug deeply into the wood and a laughing rat beneath him.
And here they were, leering tomcat overhead and a rat beneath. But neither was really annoyed with the other, or joking either. Pintel brought his ears forward and he lowered his head even more until there wasn't much room between them. "Fer once, I'm not after yer rum, Rags." He said lowly.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 17, 2006 7:00:00 GMT -5
Payback was a bitch after all. If anything the two of them had played so many tricks on each other it was almost like clockwork once a week to find one of them yowling (or squeaking) in a panic and scurrying somewhere. Ragetti aways had water to resort too if Pintel had been extra assholish. Of course a clawed backside was worth the NOISE Pintel made by being woken up with a bucket O'dirty mop water. An eye for an eye; Ragetti might of said - if the pun hadn't hit a bit too close to home.
And yes, they'd been in this position before. Sometimes baring teeth at each other; tho usually it was Pintel baring teeth and every inch of his orange fur puffed out; growling low and feral. Rags would go stiff and try to macrame himself into the hard wood of the floor till the felines anger passed. It never lasted too long - Pintel was an grumpy feline; but rarely took too much hiss 'n' claw out on the rodent.
But now; here they where again. No fight or joke between them and the rat stared dumbly up at the feline as his shipmate lowered himself closer. Close enough so that the felines lovely breath washed against Rag's whiskers. He twitched them; his good eye not quite showing the spark of Oh ho ho! yet.
"No Rum? Ye've gone daffy on me?" The Rat grinned stupidly for a moment, slowly uncurling his arms out from under his head. Those long naked calloused fingers came up to twirl themselves into the felines whiskers; tugging only hard enough to make them curl at the ends like Pintel was some feline Casanova; and Ragetti giggled. "Wot then? Wot? Wot? Whot selfish-less 'n' exploited favor am I tah bestow t'ye, Sir?"
Oh he was hamming it now.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 17, 2006 7:53:51 GMT -5
While Ragetti was fast to forgive and forget, Pintel was not. Ragetti had only four times unleashed dirty mop water onto a sleeping Pintel, and four times had Pintel screamed like a kitten being cleaned by it's mother when it didn't want to, swear so violently his face had turned purple before smacking the lad's ears around. But only after managing to pry himself down from the ceiling. Or unpick his claws from the ripped sails, which got ripped all the more because of his claws. As well as Ragetti's sleep chewing.
Pintel never liked games. Except, of course, they involve Ragetti's false eye. Oh how he would bat it around when he thought no one was watching, when he'd knock it out from Rag's head on purpose; pocket it and say he still can't find it. Then go off and roll it between his paws, tossing it here and there . . . only once Rags had found him doing it. He denied it ever since.
But this kind of game, Ragetti playing dumb, it wasn't one Pintel enjoyed. His tail fluffed itself out a bit, maybe in a near-dead instinct on trying to make yourself seem more appealing to your mate, and brought it higher up against his back. "Dun play dumb, lad. It dun work." Pintel purred out until he brought his mouth down, bared his teeth slightly before his rough pink tongue slicked its way out from behind those sharp teeth and licked at Ragetti's neck.
He couldn't explain it really. Pintel liked necks. He liked licking them, he liked nipping at them, and during those moments of heated carnal pleasure he loved to bite them. But in the rare moments of Pintel enjoying a bit of play around before the big game started, he enjoyed licking necks.
Ragetti's in particular.
One paw moved away from the floor, luckily by now his knees were bent and he was now properly supported on those and his other arm and the free paw now gradually moved itself to Ragetti's bony hip. He kneaded at it at first before it began it's southern decent after having slipped it beneath Ragetti's faded green trousers.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 17, 2006 17:02:34 GMT -5
Any prey beast knew that it's neck was venerable. They can be ripped out by savage fangs and then you're drowning in your own blood as you try desperately to close the gaping hole in your throat. You'd look up one last time at the animal that caused it, smirking with your blood all over it's maw then keel over dead.
But if Ragetti seemed to recall such images; he must have ignored them. And if Pintel enjoyed necks - well the rodent certainly had plenty of it. A slight tremor ran his long form as he lifted his chin back to expose even more of that long delicate scrawny item for the cat. Rats really didn't bare throats in submission like dogs or cats would; They simple went down on their backs and squeaked miserably (and he was already ON his.) but for Pintel - Ragetti could pretend.
A giggle followed the length of the feline's scratchy tongue from the dipped in collar bone to the bottom of the rat's chin and Rags wiggled against the floor. "Oh so ah'm only playin' dumb? Ah'll remember that when's ye callin' me bloody daft in th'fut-" The statement was cut off by the light kneading on his bony hip and then the feline's thick paw disappearing into Ragetti's britches. It be a tight squeeze, while the rat was emaciated; his clothes barely fit him - there was still little leeway for a lumbering paw (Or he'd never be able to keep them up.)
His own paws quite their whisker playing and slid up and around the feline's shoulders and neck; with a tug he pulled the feline's face more closely into his neck and squeak in delight. Hips jerked off the ground once as his tail came up and slid 'round the base of Pintel's puffed up tail.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 17, 2006 19:39:09 GMT -5
And Pintel being a predator knew this more then anyone. Numerous times when he'd found himself with paws full, be it of treasure, a pistol without any shots or sometimes just carrying someone (a wench or sometimes even Ragetti) and was confronted with someone he'd fall to instincts and just sink his teeth into the bastard's neck, rip out a good chunk of it before running on. Majority of the times eating the part still in his mouth. Maybe that's why he remains so well fed all the time whilst a lot of his companions looked half starved all the time.
He also knew that Ragetti, being a rat, exposing said neck even more was a big piece of trust on his side. Knowing that a rat would openly bare his neck to a predator species (especially that being a cat of all creatures alive) showed just how much Ragetti trusted the aging tomcat not to take advantage of it and rip his throat out to fill his belly. Whilst Pintel was hungry, feeling downright starved even, it wasn't for something that would fill your stomach. Sure it left a similar thread of satisfaction coiling throughout your body but it wasn't the same at all.
Pintel ignored Ragetti's words and didn't notice as they died in his throat as his paw had ventured between fur and material. He did realise it was a squeeze, that damn belt and sash were the only things keeping Rag's britches on at any hour of the day. In fact, loose one and he'd probably end up running around, bum bared to the world. Given that was sort of on the agenda here, Pintel drew his paw back out quickly and managed to untie the sash but let it remain loosely on Ragetti's hips. But seeing how he didn't trust the strap of leather that was left beneath the sash he made work of removing that too.
All the whist Pintel's tongue was working up and down against Ragetti's neck, opening his mouth to allow his tongue more access to the spots just beneath Ragetti's maw and would sometimes close his mouth around said tongue to work it against a particular spot he found most delicious. And when he felt the rat pull him even closer against his neck he let out a deep-throated purr in response (he was never good at being in control of this sound at times like these). The britches were finally free of the sash and belt, both items still looped around Ragetti's bony hips but of no use anymore at keeping the faded green material covering his 'sins'. Oh if they were sins, then color Pintel the devil for taking such delight in playing with them.
Since that's practically what his paws did. Now fully supported by his legs (tail curling in on itself as it had felt Ragetti's naked one snake around the base) Pintel moved one paw to Ragetti's rear and firstly shoved the britches down before holding onto him where his paw had settled first. And like always, worked Ragetti's tail between his thumb and forefinger. The other paw, no longer restricted by those of cloth and leather found it's mark far easier then any pirate could hunt down treasure on a faded sea scroll.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 17, 2006 22:03:59 GMT -5
He'd trust the cat not to eat him. At least not in the belly filling way. Ragetti wouldn't have made much of a meal anyway. Nothing but fur stretched over bone. Tho what little meat he had between said fur and bone was compacted muscle. Especially in his thighs and forearms. The aforementioned twitched and tightened as he looped his arms more securely around the felines neck as he felt Pintel's mouth at his throat; paws shifting up into the long graying strands. A low moan escaping past gnawing teeth.
Foreplay usually wasn't on their agenda - but Ragetti would relish it while he could. His head lured and he licked and groomed the side of Pintel's temple, tugging a triangular ear into his mouth and nipping it gently. No more random conversation out of this rat at the moment. His good eye rolled as he tried to wrap his brain about what Pintel was doing with his britches. He could feel the belt and sash loosing and the squeeze of fabric over his groin from Pintel's stuffed hand finally loosened. As britches were shoved down away from his scrawny hips; the air that kissed the fur down there seemed so much more cooler then the inferno he was sucking into his lungs.
Both arms and fingers clutched tighter when he felt the feline's paw land on his cock. What had been hinted and half-flaccid in the play time immediately hardened as the rat squeaked into the cat's ear and rolled his scrawny hips upward. Ngh! And tail touching too. The base of his tail was very sensitive and the trail of furry fingers against it sent a hard shiver up the rat's spine. "Ngh.. Piin.."
Ragetti couldn't even just lay still either. Like any rat caught; he had to wiggle. With the new contact, his arse scooted on the hard floor, thighs parted and knees rose a bit till they scrapped along the inside of the felines. He shifted his lower legs and hooked ankles at the backs of the feline's knees and shoved inward. Tail curled tighter. Like a worm with limps he was all but trying to wrap himself around his feline shipmate.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 17, 2006 23:11:21 GMT -5
Foreplay was near extinct, as far as Pintel was concerned. Why bother messing and fooling around wasting good time whilst there were far grander things to be enjoyed? Most of the time when he was in the mood he’d just haul the rat away, muttering something to the crew nearby making up excuses and all but rip the clothes from his body before bending him over a barrel or something. Direct and to the point, that’s how Pintel worked.
But something had overcome the feline today, something he couldn’t rightly explain. Lavishing over Ragetti by the simple act of scratching a blasted itch that wouldn’t go away seemed to have warmed the cockles of his heart; reminding him just touching could be almost as enjoyable as the act alone. Being one who rarely listened or felt those feelings Pintel had thrown caution to the wind and had followed the route his mind had set out for him.
Ohhh and when Ragetti had taken his ear into his mouth, that was new. Especially the nipping. That got a small playful (if but heated) growl from his throat but he moved his head to the side, giving Ragetti more access to the ear. His purring quickly over took the growl as he had taken the rat’s cock into his paw, and especially at hearing the pine ringing so closely to his ear. Even more at how he practically felt it grow warmer and firmer within his grasp.
It was a good thing Ragetti wiggled. Pintel, being feline and a predator, loved it when they wriggled. Or put up a slight fight against his onslaughts. It made the release all the more grander when he’d overpower them, knowing he was stronger, and the dominant of the two. With Ragetti it meant all the more, too. His paw had teased at first, by only just holding the hardness without moving another muscle. But he slowly began to shift his paw, not too gently either I might add. Pintel just couldn’t be gentle, ever. Even at times like these.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 17, 2006 23:44:18 GMT -5
Gentle was for lasses and poodles in fou-fou wigs! These animals were bloody pirates! And that meant swearing and fighting and being all out nasty and crass. Why should a fucking between them be any different? Tho one couldn't have denied that there was some small bit of tenderness between the Gunner and his powder-eh-rat. Something that brooded over years together. Knowing each other but usually not bothering to dwindle on the point to further the knowledge.
In the belly of the ship in their nest (Or on the floor NEXT to it.) they could savor a few moments.
Pintel's growls and purrs only heightened the Rat's heating arousal. Such noises, he truly was jealous of the older animals ability to make such a diversity of sounds. For Rags squeaked and squeaked alone. Even louder when that paw started the not-so-tender pumping of his length. He could murr lightly; but it was nothing to the chorus of sounds Pintel could make. Bony hips pressed and ground himself up into that onslaughting paw; with a shift on his arse, the rodent pulled his long legs out from under the feline; kicking his britches off one in the process and shifted them to the outside of the crouching cat's thighs.
At the same time he gave another nip to the felines ear and then ran his slim naked fingers down to Pintel's jaw line. Shoving his thumbs just under the jaw line, he pushed the cat's gray streaked head upward off his neck and ground their maws together. Ragetti might of submitted under the predators pinnage; but he was no quivering mouse waiting to be overtook. No bump on the log was Ragetti.
And neither was the kiss. No sweet drull of lips to lips; just a raw hard press complete with tongue and slight nips of flat gnawing teeth. Good blue eye squeeze shut; he muttered a half starved whimper into it.
It didn't feel like he was doing much repaying for the itch-scratching - since the payment was bound to be even MORE enjoyable then the job in the first place. But he couldn't help enticing the feline anyhow - his paws were busy so the Rag unwound his tail from the others and wormed it up the front of Pintel's own trousers, circling the bulge it found there; Rags giggled into the slobbery dirty pirate kiss and squeezed Pintel's cock through the fabric.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 18, 2006 0:26:17 GMT -5
Despite Ragetti’s only sound he could utter were squeaks of different tone, it was the squeaks that brought different shades of joy to the tomcat. His squeaks normally let him know just what sort of mood he was, surprised, hurt, aroused, upset, whimpering; the whole lot. Unlike cats, a rat’s tail was little to no indication on just how they felt. Pintel’s tail though, it rarely stayed still. It was always curling around itself in deep thought, or held high in accomplishment, flicking the end meant he was up to no good . . . to read Pintel was to read his tail.
That tail, right now, was held as high as it could and still puffed up to the best of its ability. Now and then it would quiver, anxiously awaiting for the next part of it’s other body parts to do what only comes natural. As Pintel had felt the teeth leave his ear he was about to make a protesting noise but he found he couldn’t once Ragetti’s maw was all but melding with his own. His eyes, which had been open all this time fluttered only lightly before he shut them tightly and kissed the rat back. The tongue was accepted past those ever-sharp incisors and Pintel’s too pushed and brushed itself past Ragetti’s to venture within the rat’s mouth.
The repaying had been coming, since ever so surely like a hunting predator Pintel had began shifting his lower half ever closer and was just about ready to remove the paw from Ragetti’s rear to all but tear his own self restraining belt away and pull his own britches down when he felt the tail unwind from his own and. . . Pintel’s whole frame shuddered and he groaned into Ragetti’s mouth and he all but grounded himself against the tail.
No real surprise that Pintel had been in possession of said hard on since he had first crouched down in front of Ragetti, really. Nor that it already was already partially covered in the clear pre-cum. He’d been that aroused already.
His paw that had been at Ragetti’s rear tore itself away and you could practically feel the belt being ripped loose and the ripped brown trousers being pushed down and away. A shake of a leg later and Pintel was free of the awful clothing. Feeling and all but hearing his lungs screaming for air now, Pintel pulled his head away from Ragetti’s and panted, trying to catch up with his breath. Once it did he grinned down at Ragetti, all throughout this he had managed to keep that paw working away at Ragetti’s own cock but now he paused; all but strangling it.
“’N now is my turn.” He all but growled through his lips as he lurched himself forward, the paw that had now removed his breeches going back to Ragetti’s rear but only to hold it up off the floor to make his entrance way more accessible.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 18, 2006 1:01:49 GMT -5
Sadly, no - Rags tail wasn't good for much. It could be whipped in battle and leave quite a stinging sensation; but it was so long and thin he often got it shut in doors and caught on things. It was more of an easy target to grab (But in the past it had saved his life. Having someone go for his tail rather then his body gave him enough time to turn 'round and blight with his cutlass!) He could occasional rub things with it (Oh say a feline's crotch) But the best thing he could do was move it outta the way!
Once their maws were torn apart as Pintel reared back to gasp a breath and get his own trousers off; Rags tail dropped to the ground and slid to the side. He was in the mist of spreading his thin furry things wider when the Pintel set about trying to strangle his poor cock to death. Oh it was so good it almost hurt. Pre leaked over those furry grasping fingers and Ragetti's bony hips jerked; rolling in Pintel's grasp. Well that did it. Send a lick of fire down his groin and deeper still. "Nng. bloody.. p-please!"
For an prey beast all about to be devoured; the rat was probably the most eager meal in the seven seas! When Pintel pushed forward and positioned himself; Ragetti squeaked in joy, good blue widening while the other rolled. It gave the rodent a nearly insane look. And he nearly was. Insane at that moment with lust and want. His spine quirked against the hard wooden floor. Paws came forward to snatch hold of the cat's shirt and as soon as the old tom cat was between his thighs again; Rags had wrapped those longs long bony legs around his round hips. With a tug of angles; Rags grounded his ass teasingly against the other.
"T-take yer turn!"
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Post by Pintel on Aug 18, 2006 1:35:40 GMT -5
Hearing Ragetti let out a squeak and a groan in both lust and pain, accompanied by his words Pintel did in fact loosen his paw’s grip; and rubbed his thumb along the base of it in a wordless apology. He even gave of a low growl mixed with the word into Ragetti’s neck since that’s where his head had dipped for only a few seconds to lap at Ragetti’s fur for just one more moment.
Feeling the bony legs all but wrap around his hips, as well as the ass just brushing against his own burning flesh was what did it. Ragetti’s words weren’t heard, Pintel’s ears deaf to practically everything since the fog of undiluted lust had settled in around the cat. Having moved his head back away from Ragetti’s neck before, he grinned, his filthy teeth glistened due to his saliva having mixed with the rat’s during their shared kiss. He shut his eyes tightly, and thusly ‘took his turn’.
It always caused the fur along Pintel’s spine to stand up on end, no matter how many times he did it. Be it with Ragetti or some whore at Tortuga. His body rejoiced at any chance it got to be this physical with another being, after ten long years of knowing the burning lust eating away at his insides, but being unable to feed or tame it. Combine that with it was always a tightening sensation lassoing around his cock it was quite a thrill make no mistake.
And as stated before, Pintel was hardly one to be gentle. Not even allowing a few seconds for the fur on his back to even become upright did he begin to push himself deeper into Ragetti, releasing a strained, almost choked groan as he did. It was grateful sure, oh very very grateful, but also slightly hissed due to the pain. But it’ll pass, it always did.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 18, 2006 2:17:15 GMT -5
Ragetti didn't mind not-so-gentle. He'd come to expect it out of Pintel. The feline didn't go about laying rose petals in his wake to soften his footsteps. When you were in love with a pirate - you loved him for all his piratey behavior. It didn't mean Rags wouldn't vocalize a moment of distress. A high squeak for the quick, blunt deep penetration. Entire form writhing on the hard floor beneath the feline. But Ragetti would not bubble up and start whimpering just because Pintel did not take his sweet time - no! Indeed too long starved for feeling contact to care.
Blunt nails dug into the feline's shirt and his ankles even shoved harder at the other hips; helping Pintel to find his hilt in the warm tightness. Ngh, it hurt but it felt good. Nothing felt like the cat did inside him; and a fresh drop of pre even rolled down his own cock.
"Ngh, Pint."
Once every inch had been successfully accepted the rodent let out another murr and licked the side of Pintel's face before arching his head back to allow more access to his neck. Ankles became demanding; pulling -begging. If Pintel would not slow on the intake; Ragetti care not for a linger - savoring or not.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 18, 2006 2:48:02 GMT -5
Rose petals? The only rose petals Pintel ever saw were those being tossed at weddings. And he’d only seen ONE wedding his entire life, and he had busted it with a few other pirates to steal the newlywed’s presents, kill the priest and run off laughing like a bunch of hyenas. Ah, it had been lovely to see his sister again indeed.
But rose petals were far from Pintel’s mind, as he released another strained sound as he lowered his head and all but buried his nose into Ragetti’s neck again. He roughly ran his tongue along the length of his neck again, and as he felt Ragetti’s ever bony ankles all but pierce his sides he hissed harshly. He’ll move when he’s ready, give him a minute.
Pintel finally found his bearings after a minute as he moved both paws to Ragetti’s hips and dug his fingers into him, luckily without his claws, and finally began to move himself within Ragetti. First he backed out only slightly before pushing himself back into the tight confines. It became a rolling rhythm eventually, once he had caught onto it one of his paws sliding itself against Ragetti’s brown fur.
“G. . . god.”
The cat hissed lowly as he ran his hand back over Ragetti’s now slightly slicked cock again, grasping it within his fist but unlike before not as harshly or as roughly. Despite not being a musical animal Pintel got his paw moving in time to meet with not just his own thrusts but Ragetti’s, when the rat would jerk his hips up to meet his paw.
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Post by Ragetti on Aug 18, 2006 2:58:35 GMT -5
So he's ankles were a little demanding. It wasn't as if the Rat asked alot of Pintel. Well.. maybe his protection.. and his guidance.. Oh and to watch his back and scratch his itches and bloody make sure someone didn't kill him at every turn.
Eh.. well maybe it could be chalked up to Need. Rags need Pintel. He needed him to protect, guide, scratch and now - he needed him to MOVE.
And once he finally did; the rat vocalized his appreciation with a high squeak and jerked his hips back to meet Pintel's. 'God' was right. It was like being stabbed with a cutlass made of nothing but pleasure. Especially when it bumped up against that hard little knot buried deep inside the rat. 'Treasure' indeed! As Pintel got into the thrusting; Ragetti's head lured as if his neck was broken, he slobbered, he squeaked - his tongue hung out of his mouth. It was too damn delicious.
He took it all willingly too. Bony hips nearly making a sound as they grinded in the feline's grasping paws. Each thrust was met with a lift of his back; a roll of his hips and a welcoming squeak. It was hard and fast and feral. If this was payment; Ragetti was getting off easy on his part.
Literally - not to look now. With Pintel's pumping hand and his cock throbbing and moving inside him; there'd be no way he could hold out for too long. "Oh God P-pint.." He whimpered as his back arched harder. So close.
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Post by Pintel on Aug 18, 2006 5:30:44 GMT -5
A little demanding was a poor choice of words. Given all what Pintel had, and could and would do for Ragetti, well you'd swear they were practically married. They certainly carried on like an old married couple most days, bickering back and forth over the most mundane things. Like their arguments over God, proper pronunciation of mythical sea beasts, even over weather or not birds had willies or not. Name a topic and Ragetti 'n Pintel would probably end up bickering over it only to completely forget it in a moment and go abouts their business. Routine.
And it's up to you if you call their sex life routine or not. Sometimes it just sprung from nothing, Pintel dragging Ragetti away or the moments Ragetti would curl and climb all over Pintel nibbling at his ears and chittering as he did.
Pintel actually bared his teeth and dragged the sharp points across Ragetti's neck as his thrusts grew steadily faster with each passing moment. The heat within him was burning, boiling and curling tighter and tighter with every move, sound and taste that Pintel was given. Ten years of nothing, and finally being able to feel and release, to know the feeling and sound of your heart beating away in your ears and your chest growing with a fire from within that he knew only Ragetti could bring out of him. Sure, being with the whores of Tortuga brought release and satisfaction, but it was never like the moments he shared with the rat.
Never could rightly figure out why.
Hearing the rat whimper, begging and declaring all in the same heated breath Pintel dragged his tongue up along Ragetti's neck, to his cheek before covering his maw again with his own. As he did this his whole back bent downwards and his tail suddenly straightened itself and the fur all along his back from his neck to his tail (and beyond that to it's very tip) and he hissed harshly into Ragetti's neck. At the same time the claws in his feet sprung out to get a better grip to the sails and floorboards. Pintel felt the fire within him at the same moment burst forth with quite explosive results. He could all out feel his cock within Ragetti pulsating as he felt his orgasm strike him with the same gentleness of a hammer coming down on a nail. And it was lucky for Rag's that the hand clutching his cock didn't allow any claws to spring out or things might have gotten very painful and messy for him.
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