The storm hit off the coast just after dusk. The wind whipped and
sheets of hard rain beat down on the side of the Henley family estate,
blowing wide open the bedroom window of Aidan Henley's daughter,
Caitlin.
The maiden woke with a start as the draperies thrashed wildly in the
fierce wind. She struggled to close the window, panting heavily as she
latched it shut. She glanced down at her body. She was drenched from
head to toe. Her nightdress clung to every curve of her supple,
voluptuous body, her breasts revealed through a thin layer of cotton
fabric, her pink nipples erect from the harsh cold of the storm. She
brushed aside her long red ringlets now matted against her heart
shaped face and shivered as she gazed out her window. Lightening
streaked the night sky and thunder rumbled the earth below and Caitlin
was alone in this house. She had dismissed the servants earlier that
day, deciding on having her home to herself while her father journeyed
to London on business.

The storm had left her feeling uneasy and she knew she would not be
able to drift back to sleep. Wrapping a shawl around her shoulders she
lit a candle and made her way into the hall, moving slowly down the
darkened corridor to the grand staircase.

Upon reaching the landing she couldn't help but notice light shining
from the banquet room. This room was never occupied unless her father
was entertaining an occasional sea merchant with whom he conducted
business. She remembered once her father had even dined with pirates
in this very room. She recanted the encounter, how the crew leered at
her. Her father banished her to her room for her own safety that
night, but not before she caught sight of one the ship's crewmen. From
what Caitlin could tell he appeared to be the first mate and was
seated next to the captain. His sable mane came just past his
shoulders and kept a neatly trimmed goatee. Their eyes met only for a
moment, but Caitlin had carried the image of this young man with her
for years to come. She was now only a month from reaching her
twenty-fifth birthday. Widowed three years ago and lonely for the
touch of a lover's hand, she remembered now the image of her young
pirate scoundrel. She blushed as she felt the heat from between her
legs envelope her body, still cold from the rain.

Caitlin gasped as she heard what sounded like a man singing. She knew
she was not alone in her house. Her body trembled in fear as she
realized it was up to her to confront the intruder in the banquet
room. She took a deep breath and summoned every ounce of courage she
could muster and walked with an air of confidence into the room.

Her mouth dropped open at the sight before her. The table was set with
the family's finest china; candlelight bathed the room in a beautiful
amber glow. A fire blazed from the hearth, warming the room. She eyed
the feast fit for a king spread along the table, as her gaze trailing
to its head. Her heart felt as though it would suddenly stop beating.

All she could do was stare at him. It was he, older now, but somehow
just as she remembered him. He sat at the head of the table with his
legs stretched out and chair back. His black leather boots on the
table. He held in one hand a pewter goblet and in the other a knife
with a large piece of meat impaled through it.

He caught sight of her and his lips spread into the most devilish grin
Caitlin had ever seen on a man's face. He threw the knife onto the
table and stood to greet his guest, still sipping from the goblet.

Caitlin steadied herself as the pirate slowly made his way down the
side of the long banquet table. He was dressed in his finest; his
black leather boots came almost to his thigh revealing trousers made
of what looked like soft doeskin. He removed his red, wool frock coat
and laid it on the back of a chair. He donned a red and white
waistcoat, his shirtsleeves billowing to the lace wrists. His
flamboyance was striking and he was more than merely handsome. His
hair remained long still and dark sable in color, his goatee clean and
trimmed. His deep brown eyes gazed upon her as he removed his tight
black leather gloves and laid them along side his coat. He crossed his
arms across his chest and casually leaned against the side of the
table. He seemed so self-assured that his confidence bordered on
arrogance, yet still Caitlin couldn't keep her eyes off him.

"You remember me don't ya lass?" His voice escaped his lips no louder
than a whisper, Softly taunting her. "Yes milord, I do indeed." She
wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders when she realized he
was staring at her breasts through her soaked nightdress. "Aye. And ya
haven't changed a bit if you don't mind me sayin' so milady." He bowed
deeply at the waist to her. "Ya look like a young maiden, so innocent.
Untouched." Caitlin regarded him crossly for a moment. "But you're not
so innocent are ya lass? And you've definitely been touched since the
last time I gazed upon ya." "How dare you. I demand that you leave
this house at once sir." Caitlin's voice trembled with anger and
passion as she pointed to the front door, but the last thing she
wanted was for this man to leave. She longed to feel his hands on her
body, to be ravaged by him. He laughed arrogantly at her. "Sorry
milady, but I won't be going anywhere tonight in this weather. I am
your guest and expect to be treated to your...hospitality." With
biting sarcasm in her voice Caitlin spoke. "And how milord, do you
expect me to regard you in any way without knowing who you are?"
"Well, pardon me manners Lady Caitlin." Again he bowed with grace and
panache. "I am Malcom Lochlorien, Captain Malcolm Lochlorien."
"Captain are we now?" Caitlin raised her eyebrows approvingly. "And
which scurvy infested sorry excuse of a ship are you the captain
of...sir?" She curtsied mockingly to him. Malcolm laughed heartily.
"Does it matter milady? God, but ya have a wild tongue. It would serve
ya right for me to bend ya over my knee, but as ya can see lass,
dinner is served. Will ya do the honor of dining with me this night
Caitlin?" He walked to the far end of the table, making her chair
available.

Deciding to play along with the captain's little masquerade, she
boldly let her shawl drop to the floor, her dress still clinging to
her moist body. She shook her hair loose and sauntered over to him,
her hips swaying lithely. Malcolm hardened beneath his trousers as he
studied Caitlin's body. Her breasts round and full, gently bobbing as
she walked closer to him. Toying with him, she held out her hand for
him to take and he did so.

He delicately took hold of her dainty hand and kissed it tenderly as
he helped her to her seat. She heard him swear under his breath and
watched with delight as he tried to compose himself, having forgotten
what it felt like to be so desired. She knew she would lay with this
man before the night was over. It excited her to know that her body
could fluster such a self-assured man as Malcolm. As she sat in her
chair eyeing his form she felt herself grow wet between her legs and
she imagined what his hands would feel like, exploring her body,
reminding herself of how long she had gone without the pleasures of
the flesh.

She drank the goblet of red wine in front of her rather quickly and it
warmed her. Malcolm watched his mouth agape as she gulped the crimson
liquid down. "A bit thirsty there lass? Care for another?" He held the
bottle up playfully at her. "Yes captain, I believe I will have
another." She stood and brazenly moved her chair down to the head of
the table seating herself next to Malcolm. She held her glass out to
him smiling.

"Only to happy to oblige milady. Cheers." Again he watched astonished
as Caitlin emptied the second glass of wine. Her growing confidence in
his presence tempting him beyond belief. He practically moaned aloud
as he watched her eat with her fingers. He wanted to devour and savor
her in the precise manner in which she ate her meal. Together they
dined oh so decadently. As the meal progressed, so did temptation. She
boldly hand fed Malcolm allowing him to lick her fingers clean. The
touch of his tongue gliding across her fingertips made her writhe in
her seat. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as Malcolm's
kisses began to lead up her hand. He licked the palm of her hand and
gently kissed around the sensitive flesh of her wrist. He caressed her
arm trying to pull her closer to him. With feline like grace, Caitlin
slid out of her chair and climbed on top of the table. Her hair wild
in her face and her eyes fixed on Malcolm,

she moved like a big cat towards its prey. She pushed plates of
entrees out of her way as they clattered onto the floor. Malcolm
stared at Caitlin and held his goblet of wine to her lips. He tipped
it back slowly and watched her drink, its contents dribbling down her
chin. She drew one hand seductively across her mouth, wiping it dry.
She pulled her nightdress up around her hips and slid into Malcolm's
lap, letting her legs slip through the armrests of the chair.

In an instant his hands were all over her, caressing her body, his
hands grabbing at her waist and hips, then roaming up the contour of
her curves to her breasts. His fingers rolled over her pink, stiff
nipples slowly. Caitlin arched her back, pushing her breasts into
Malcolm's hands as he licked at them through fabric of her dress. His
hands slipped under the garment to her bare flesh, suckling her
nipples through the soft fabric. He cupped his hands under bottom,
raising her up slightly, squeezing at her behind as they kissed hot
and wet, licking and nibbling each other's lips, their tongues
dancing. Caitlin curled her fingers in Malcolm's silky mane and tugged
slightly. He lifted her up onto the table pulling her gown up to her
belly, her soft mound of reddish fur peeking from between her legs,
her arousal apparent as her silky nectar glistening in her hair.
Impatiently, and partly to demonstrate his manly strength, Malcolm
tore Caitlin's nightdress from her body, easily ripping the garment in
two.

He stood in front of her removing his boots first, then his trousers.
As he unbuttoned his waistcoat he finally spoke. "You are the most
bewitching creature I've ever laid me hands on milady." Caitlin
propped herself up with her arms behind her and watched as Malcolm
slither from his uniform. He stood before her dressed in only his
shirt, his hardness more than apparent under the garment.

"Is it time for dessert Captain?" Her voice teased him. He could
restrain himself no longer and let a low growl escape his lips. "I do
like dessert milord." She giggled coyly at him and spread her legs.
Malcolm positioned himself at the head of the table. He grabbed
Caitlin by the hips and pulled her to the edge. Instinctively she
wrapped her legs around his waist, running her hands under his shirt,
up and down his bare back. Her hands made their way to the cravat
around his neck and slowly undid it. Playfully, she tied the lace
around her own neck, grinning at Malcolm.

"Very lovely indeed lass." He covered her mouth with succulent kisses
as his hands roamed over her body, urging it to new pleasures. Caitlin
reached down with one hand and lifted Malcolm's shirt to expose his
phallus. It stood at full attention before her, hard, long and thick.
His lips curled into a proud smile as her eyes widened at the sight of
his manhood.

"Aye lass. And it's all fer you. Are ya up to it love?" Without
speaking, Caitlin licked the palm of her hand, making it slick and
wrapped it around pirate's shaft. Her hand slid with ease up and down
its length. Malcolm moaned and threw his head back, running his hands
through Caitlin's hair as she stroked his hard member.

Still stroking, she guided him slowly to the opening of her wetness.
Her sex now red and swollen; a flower in bloom. She rested him there
at the door of her dark mystery. He looked deeply into her eyes as he
slid himself slowly inside, the warmth from within making him growl as
He pushed forward, moving his hips slowly in rhythmic circles.

Caitlin cried out in pleasure, wrapping her body around his. Malcolm
lifted her slightly as to push even deeper still. His movements became
more urgent and Caitlin's body responded exquisitely, her hips
lunging. She bucked and rocked each thrust from her captain as she
neared euphoria. She bit playfully into Malcolm's shoulder and
scratched at his back as he slid his shaft in and out of her wetness,
each time entering harder and longer.

He sat her gently down onto the table again, pushing her to lay back.
He lifted her legs straight up into the air, resting them either side
of his shoulders and slid inside her dark tightness again. He held
onto her calves as he pumped steadily into her.

Her body shook from his force making her gasp. He was relentless in
his endeavor. Caitlin bent her knees and placed the bottoms of her
feet on Malcolm's chest pushing his phallus further into her channel.

"Ya like that, do ya lass?" He pumped her harder still his shaft
gleaming with her wetness. "Yes milord, do you?" Caitlin laughed
seductively. The sound of her voice driving her lover wild. "Oh yes,
milady. More tempting than any nymph of the sea." "Tell me milord, my
captain. Is my song more tempting than those of the Sirens who called
to Oddysseus' men?" "I am at the end of my journey now lass, my
odyssey is complete. I am home now."

He brought her towards him and kissed her, his lips like fire
scorching her soul. Caitlin's body trembled with passion, and
glistened with sweat. She was panting and breathless, lightheaded.
Malcolm gently picked her up, cradling her in his strong arms. He
carried her to the warmth of the hearth and laid her before the fire.
She stretched out on the softness of the sheepskin rug underneath her
and gazed upon him. How could this man who has plundered and pillaged
for years, make love to her with such tenderness in his caress? All at
once he appeared to her to be a gentle and kind man, not the rogue who
entered her home under the cloak of darkness, unbidden.

Caitlin watched as her scoundrel lover knelt before her. He regarded
her body as if he were worshipping her. It excited her to see a man
gaze upon her body in such a manner. She studied him and could not
keep her eyes from his phallus. She became overwhelmed with the desire
to taste him.

"Captain Lochlorien?" He couldn't help but smile, but never took his
eyes from her form. "Yes Lady Caitlin?" "I wish to taste your essence
milord." She looked into his eyes. "Ah lass, and I want ya to, but not
before I drink and taste ya on my lips." He smiled and gently dipped a
single finger into her wetness. He glided it in and slowly out,
circling around her swollen bud before putting his finger to his lips.
Caitlin watched as he sucked it dry. His eyes closed and he looked as
though he had tasted the nectar of the gods

He crawled to her and she sat up to meet him. He spread her legs apart
and gently coaxed her to a reclining position. Caitlin leaned back as
she had on the table and watched as Malcolm's buried his face between
her legs. She could feel his tongue deftly making its way up her inner
thigh. His fingers tenderly parted the delicate flesh of her outer
lips as his tongue slithered around her nub. A blinding flash of
ecstasy enveloped Caitlin as her lover's tongue explored her most
secret place.

She moaned and moved against him as he worked her body into frenzy,
licking and sucking her swollen bud. She gasped aloud as his tongue
plunged deep into her wetness, then out and swirling in slow circles
around her nub again. She laid back now. Malcolm held her legs open
wide and continued his assault. He licked expertly at her bud, making
it swell and harden. Caitlin lifted her hips from the floor, meeting
the touch of his tongue and when she could take no more, he knew. He
pulled back as Caitlin exploded in orgasm. Her body writhed, moving as
though it had been mounted by spirits. It lasted several minutes as he
watched on, barely able to contain his own mounting passions.

As the wave of pleasure subsided, Caitlin sat up, her eyes blazing.
She panted breathless, her eyes on Malcolm's throbbing sex. "My turn,
milord." She smiled knowingly at him. Malcolm sat back as if to invite
her. "Be my guest lass." She laid her head in his lap and he moved her
tangled tresses from her face. She wrapped one hand around his shaft
and brought her lips to its head. Her tongue slithered around its
circumference, like a serpent. She tasted her own juices there. It
mixed with her saliva making the head instantly slick. She sucked it,
slowly taking the shaft inch by inch into the heat and dark of her
mouth.

Malcolm moaned in delight, watching as Caitlin's head gently bobbed up
and down on his hardness. She took him all the way in to her mouth,
swallowing him to the base. Her hands gently fondled his sack,
squeezing slightly as she sucked hard and slow, letting her tongue
circle down and around his length as he slid in and out of her mouth.
She moved her mouth from his gleaming wet shaft and stroked it, gazing
into his eyes as she did so, occasionally lapping at the head to add
to his pleasure. Caitlin knew that he enjoyed watching her suck him
and she was only too happy to oblige her lord.

She locked both hands securely around his thickness and stroked,
wringing her hands up and down along Malcolm's length. She slipped her
lips over top his head and sucked it as she stroked him. Finally, he
could endure no more. With a low growl he exploded into Caitlin's
mouth, his seed shooting into her and down the back of her throat. She
gulped and sucked, hot and salty she drank until there was no more.

Malcolm opened his arms to her and she fell into his embrace. The two
lay entangled in one another, covering each other in sweet kisses,
silent and hearts pounding. The fire from the hearth warmed them both
and they languor in its light. She could feel his hands lost in the
tangles of her hair. She felt as though she would lose her self to
sleep. Caitlin did not fight it, but closed her eyes and welcomed it,
but managed to speak before succumbing. Her voice was but a mere
whisper, but he could hear it above the pounding of his heart.
"Welcome home Malcolm."

Outside the storm raged into the dark night.