Accepting the Depths

The sea swayed and crashed against the sides of the ship. Each board and batten moaning out a sigh of unease as a storm settled in the north. The belly of the boat housed its crew, shouting, drinking and counting the spoils of their last port. A young woman watched over the edge of the bow, enchanted by the rippling water thrashing the ship as it grew stronger with each distant rumbling. Her raven-colored hair, platted down to her waist, rested woven in her fingertips. Twirling the curls, she tucked the corner of her lip into her teeth and tried to drown out the galavanting racket from the pirates below deck. The squealing of a hinge caught her attention. Turning back, she watched a mountainous Captain Torsten, scared and rugged, exit the hull and stagger onto the deck. He wore a gun and sword on his hip, a loose linen white French shirt, thick wool pants, and leather boots. Tattoos of his adventures danced on his arms. His stature resembled a bear, strong with a rounded belly and covered in hair. “How did I know that my beautiful wife would be,” he grinned, looking up at her from the deck, “staring out into the open waters” She shrugged, ignoring his cheerful attitude to face the water once more. “Brinn '' he scolded. Finding his footing as he trudged up the stairs and met her side at the edge of the bow. His fingers pulled her chin to him. Though she was angry with him, his heart swelled and crashed like the sea with his chest. He took a look upon her worried face sighing through his nose. Gently Brinn dragged her eyes up at him, loose strands of her hair whipped against her face. Torsten searched her soul the way he gazed into her black eyes. His kind features smiled sweetly down at her. His hand framed her jaw and tucked, behind her ear, a soft raven curl. Running his thumb one her jaw he spoke, “Brinn.” “I am glad to see you have not forgotten my name.” His crooked grin stretched across his bearded face, “what have I done now?” he asked. Rolling her eyes, Brin looked over her shoulder towards the hatch, and back out towards the water. Searching for the right words to say, she held her arms around herself, “we should not have made port at Roseholm, Torsten” “Ah” Torsten rolled his eyes taking away his touch and looking out to the sea with crossed arms, “I see, you are still unhappy about raid” “I am not a fool,” she hissed, “I know the man you are, and the company I keep. I am not crying over some spilled blood Torsten. I am saying it was risky, and it will not go unnoticed by their Navy. They are not little islands or towns, Torsten,” “You babble to much-” Torsten turned to leave “You listen to little” she said jumping in front of him she placed a firm palm on his chest, “Torsten those men are not to be taken lightly, they are well known as you and just as blood thirsty” Torsten looked deep into his wife's eyes cupping her face in his warm hands he placed a chast kiss upon her lips and pulled her tight into his burly chest. His smell consumed her lungs, sea sault, cinnamon, and fine stolen leather. The softness of his shirt tickled her skin in the embrace. “Never you mind them” he reassured, “you worry to much and you’ll take ill” “You worry too little and you'll get killed” she looked up, her palms racing to his cheeks. Brinn held him in her fingers, his golden hail bellowing in the saulty wind, eyes as clear as the sea; Torsten looked upon her worried eyes and saw the fear there. “I saw a dead raven in the water” she whispered, “it is a bad omen Torsten, you are getting in over your head” Torsten softened, gripping her wrists he pulled her from him, “listen to me woman,” he barked, “I am fine, and you are fine, and the ship is fine,” Anger washed over Brinn. She yanked her hands from Torstens grip, “well then, why don't you and your fine crew all enjoy each other tonight, im sure they would love to have you sleeping below deck” Pushing herself away from him she stomped off towards her of Torstins private quarters. Her husband's hearty laugh trailed after her, as he galloped behind grabbing her arm and pulling her back into his chest he wrapped his arms around her. Lifting her feet off the deck and placing them onto his leather boots, he spun them around the ship. Starlight dancing on their skin she looked upon his adorning gaze. Her heart fluttered in her chest, warming her cheeks. “You are far more frightening than any Navy, my little raven” he whispered into her ear “Do not call me that,” she huffed, hiding away her blush. He hummed, pressing his lips into the crook of her neck. Without warning he spun her around, pulling her back into him. She felt his hand push her hair back, so he could place scratchy bearded kisses along her neck. “I have something” he whispered “Yes I can feel it on my back, but that doesnt make me less angry” she scolded He chuckled, “no, no, not that,” His large hand pressed against their back and lead her towards the center of the deck where he point out towards the East, “somewhere far out there,” he whispered into her ear, “i have hidden away a small fortune,” Brinn furrowed her brow as he spoke soaking in his words, “enough to buy new names, new homes,” his hand found her belly rubbing small warm circles over it, “enough for you, me, and a few more,” Brinn sucked in a sharp breath, pushing his hand away and she shook her head. He could read the pain and fear of distant memories in the back of her mind, “do not say things you do not mean” Tosten tensed his jaw and brought his fingers to her face softly guiding her gaze back up to his, “I mean it” he said softly, “we have one more port, i will take what I need then you and me will run away to our heaven,” “What about Corvin?” she asked Torsten chucked, “your brother too,” Brinn sighed, rubbing her eyes with the balls of her hands. She looked to the east. Cradling herself once more, she did not fight when Torsten placed his meaty hands on her shoulders and kneaded the muscles. Peppering her in kisses, until she could not ignore the smile consuming her face. “Come” he spoke into the crook of her neck, “the storm is growing, the crew is occupied with their ale, and you are not yet pregnant with my son” “Are you afraid of me?” she asked, “i did just tell you I was ordered to get close to you?” He shook his head, “you could have lied,” She licked her lips scooting even closer to him her shoulder in his chest each soaking in the warmth from the other, “i could have-” “Remember what I said about the helmet?” he smirked bringing his hand to her face he cupped her neck and jaw using his thumb to tilt her head back. Gently he sat up so he hovered over her. Her face a soft red, and breathing slowed he inched closer to her lips, “you gotta put more trust in people. I put trust in you, and you told me the truth. And now-” he smirked, “now, with your permission, I’m gonna show you my gratitude.” “Permission granted,” she nearly whined His lips latched to hers in an instant. Soft and warm, it was like time slowed his hand gently grabbed around her neck pulling her into him so he could deepen the kiss. Hungry passion consuming her, she whimpered, breaking the kiss just so she could go back again begging for more. Except he pulled away and pushed her back, his grip stil firm. A nearly toxic smile curled on his lips, soaking in her desperate face. She looked so cute, eyes consumed with lush and freshly bitten lips all topped off with a glowing blush on her cheeks. “Please” she whimpered softly “bedroom,” Torstin hummed. His fingers released their grip. Brinn twisted on the balls of her feet, and ran to their bedroom. She giggled and twirled in her soft white nightgown, nearly dancing her way across the deck, into a small bedroom. It was nothing extravagant like they had seen on other ships pillaged. Just a simple square room with a large bed covered in fine stolen blankets and animal pelts. Along with other fine stolen furniture and trinkets, though the decor was not what was on her mind right now. Hearing his footsteps, slow and deliberate. Brinn backed away from the door and sat on the edge of her bed. The way he stood proudly in the doorframe lifting his hand and slowly dragging his damp hair out of his face to see her. His lips curled, showing off his ivory teeth and she nearly shivered watching his glowing blue eyes look her up and down dragging his tongue along his lower lip. Her breath hitched in her ches, heat coursing through her veins as adrenaline prepared her, no begged for her, to feel his touch. He strutted into the room, kicking the door behind him shut. The rain settled in, pouring over their roof and swelling the sea. Brinn paid it no mind, occupying her eyes with something more important. Soon she was looking up at him from the edge of the bed, as he towered over her. She let out a shaky breath and stared at his hand, watching it slowly move towards her. Calloused and round fingers worn by years of hunting and piracy. They finally embraced her skin, dragging roughly across her soft cheeks to the back of her head, he fisted her hair. Brinn moaned, looking up at him through her lashes, he leaned down and kissed her. Pressing his lips firmly against hers. Flicking his tongue out, to which she greedily accepted. Parting her lips for him He slipped his tongue into her rolling against her own. With his other hand he guided her onto her back. Dectaging and latching ther lips over and over, they nearly devoured each other in passion. He squeezed down on her shoulder once more, delighted in her soft purrs and whines of arousal. She had been so focussed on him kissing her, it wasn't until she felt a slight breeze and the warmth of his palm over her bare breast, that she realised he had gathered her dress and pushed it out of his way. “hmmm,” Brinn gasped, arching her back as she pressed herself into his touch. Torsten kissed her harshly, and forced her back down into the mattress, “be still,” he chuckled, “so desperate,” Brinn let out a soft embarrassed laugh and looked away, only to find Torsten pulling her back, by her chin. As if she was testing the waters, her cold fingers reached, pulling up his shirt and finally touching his skin. He smiled, urging her to know it was okay. watching her lick her lips and adjust herself to lay more comfortably. She felt the bubbling flesh of scars peppering his stomach from battles won. She felt his muscles constrict as he hovered over her and ripped his shirt off, tossing it to the side. She followed his lead wiggling out of her gown and discarding it too along the floor. Torsten sat back admiring her bare body, lingering particularly upon her breast . Soft and round he grabbed one, watching it jiggle in his grip, enticing a yearning whine. She squirmed a bit, trying to press more of her into him, itching to feel his chest press against her own. “So sensitive,” Torsten smirked, pinching down on her erect n****e. Brin gasped, swatting at his hand. In one swoop, fast as light, Torstin gripped her wrist and pinned it above her head. Thunder cracked and illuminated the room in light. “Torsten” she gasped, looking out the windows to the roaring storm. His eyes went wide for a moment, feeling her tence under him. Tosten loosened his grip on her wrist, “is this okay? Are you uncomfortable?” She held her wrists still above her head, missing the sweet pressure of his fist, “I’m good” she let out a gentle sigh, “please just- dont stop touching me” He chuckled putting his hands back where they were and peppering her neck with soft firm kisses, “you won't have to worry about that,” Goosebumps pricked her skin and sent a delighted shiver down her spine. Finally his lips reached her breast, switching between the two, he engulfed her n*****s and licked at the buds until they stood firm and pink against her alabaster skin. Taking a moment to bask in his work he bit her n****e lightly. Delighted when he felt his wife's legs rub together, desperate for stimulation. Swiftly he pulled away from her entirely standing at the end of the bed, he grabbed her under her knees and yanked her ass to the edge. She yipped, hardly recognising that he left her breasts. Her head felt foggy and it was like her skin was extra sensitive under his touch. Torsten however, knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. Her hooded eyes and pleading voice felt like a drug. He wanted her, writhing under him, begging him to c*m, crying out his name. Brinn got up on her elbows looking down at him with a curious face. Digging his thumbs into her thighs Torsten pulled her legs apart. She gasped, letting her knees fall open to expose herself to him fully. “f**k you’re wet” She blushed, knowing full well he was right. In fact she had been ready to go since their first kiss. Her face burned even hotter when Torsten got on his knees and inched his face closer to her p***y, slipping a finger deep into her core. He watched her mouth form into a soft “o” his finger curling ever so gently against her walls. “Oh” Brinn whined, “you really don't have to do all that I-” “Brinn” Torsten scolded, looking up at her over her belly, “I am going to finger f**k you until I see this pretty cunt of yours c*m. And then I'm gonna lick you clean got that?” She blushed, hard, laying on her back and shutting her eyes, ‘why does he make me feel so embarrassed’ she thought, ‘even after all these years’ Torsten smirked, curling his finger in her and soon adding another. Watching how she reacted, scissoring his fingers inside her and pumping vigorously until he found a spot that made her scream. Her fingers fisted the bedding below her and her thighs squeezed down on his shoulder. His meaty fingers stretched and f****d her cunt with vigor, until he hear the sweetest of sinful cries leave her lips. “There huh?” he smirked, tossing one of leg over his shoulder, he crouched into a better position to use his other hand. Planting the pad of his thumb over her c**t he rubbed small firm circles over the sensitive bud. Working in tandem to make her unravel before him. She writhed in her heaven, arching her back off the bed and clinging to the pelts below her. Torsten felt her legs pull him closer and watched her toes curl. Her cunt so wet he could hear his fingers squelch with every vigorous thrust, “hear that?” he teased pumping harder. “S-so close, f**k Torsten, my love, please” Ecstasy flooding from every corner of her body down to her cunt building up a tight coil in her belly. Every thrust hard, fast, and perfectly aimed coupled with the overwhelming yet gentle rubbing of her c**t built a delightful presser in her hips. Euphoria built and built and built until… Finally he felt her p***y constrict around his fingers with a hard cry from the woman above him. His lips curled, not stopping the vigorous pumping instead he replaced his fingers over her c**t with his mouth. The stimulation overwhelmed her, melting her stoic nature into a puddling mess, she cried out punching her first down into the bed she dared move to squirm away. Torsten gripped her hips so hard she knew there would be bruising tomorrow, and pulled her ass back to the edge of the bed. “Do. Not.” he barked sternly, “run away from me,” Words lost, Brinn gave him a small nod and pittify whine. His fingers never stopped their thrusts. He went back to licking at her c**t, sucking and spelling out his name over and over and over. Like he wanted her to remember what TORSTEN felt like on her p***y. “f**k! I don't think I can- oh god- please- too much Torsten I-I-I '' she stuttered, feeling her legs shake out as she came once more. Shaking her limbs, she let out a scream of ecstasy. Her mind flooded with pure hormones and she felt as though she were floating in the sea. It wasn't until Torsten stood over her with wide eyes, a goofy grin, and an absolutely soaked chin that she understood just how hard she had finished. His grizzled beard nearly dripped down to his chest in her juices. Her mind felt foggy and clouded with euphoria. Looking up at her husband she gave him a soft smile. His brow quirked up, watching her splotchy red chest heave up and down, bringing his silk fingers to his lips, he made a show of licking them clean, like he was eating a fine chocolate. She chuckled, opening her arms up to him, he gladly took this opportunity to crawl over her, hovering over his face. “Look at the cute little mess you made” he smirked, “clean me up.” She nodded, getting up on her wobbling elbows she flicked out her tongue, dragging it across his bottom lip and dipping it into his mouth. The sweet and salty taste of herself mixed with his soft firm embrace encompassed her in warmth and security. Wrapping her arms around his chest and holding him tight against her, she kissed him. Over and over. She never wanted to stop, to leave this warmth. He felt so safe and calming, with the swaying of the sea it was like her own haven. Though, Torsten seemed to love the attention. Clinging to him like he was the last thing keeping her alive. Gone were his mistakes and fights that often dwelled behind his furrowed brow. He only wanted this, to be close and happy with her. The bed dipped and shifted as Torsten discarded what was left of his clothing, edging up to the hem of the bed, he reached between their embrace. Brinn wiggled just enough to let him adjust comfortably, grabbing his c**k and fishing it in his palm, he lined his tip with her entrance. Torsten, generally, was not patient, nor gentle, and that didn’t change in the bed. With one hard thrust he sheathed himself deep into her. She fell back from her elbows and gasped for air. The sweet burn of her cunt stretching to accommodate his girth, shook her legs around him and curled her toes. Torsten stood powerfully above her, gripping her belly just above her hips he set at a brutal pace. “Oh f**k,”Brinn cried, “your a tight fit” she chuckled His fingers dug into her hips, “i'm gonna watch you come undone again” he nearly threatened pulling almost completely out and thrusting deep inside her aiming for the spot he found with his fingers earlier. She cried out, enticing a slow haggard chuckled from her husband, “that’s right baby girl, just like that. Take it” She reached up grabbing his wrists from her hip and yanking him down to her so she could kiss him while he f****d her senselessly. “Please don't stop, Torsten,” she begged clawing her nails down his chest with one hand and her other toying with her c**t, “you’re amazing” “f**k youre gonna be the death of me” he laughed thrusting harder and faster, he swatted her hand of her c**t and took charge letting her relax and unravel into the mattress below them once more. His thrusts became ragged and soon after he spilled himself into her, filling her womb with hopeful promise.His body turned limp, falling over her, their hair tangled together and she laughed a sigh of comfort. Peppering his cheeks with warm sloppy kisses, she jumped up licking his forehead. Torsten scoffed, taking the back of his hand and whipping away his forehead. “Must you turn our intimacy into a playground?” he grinned. She giggled and closed her eyes, feeling warm and satisfied. Torsten smirked to himself leaning in and kissed her head and began dawning his clothes. Brinn sat up confused to see her husband dress himself, “are you not staying with me?” she asked, “you’re leaving?” Torsten licked his lips shaking his shirt down into place and fastening his belt, “i will be back,” he said, “rest, when you wake I will be by your side,” “Torsten” she protested “Rest” he demanded, “stop your worrying and rest,” Brinn opened her mouth to argue, but knew the stubborn look upon Torstens face. The kind of look that told her he was not in the mood for more conversation. She closed her mouth and nodded scooting up towards the head of the bed and lay herself down on her back, her eyes fluttering shut to the rocking of the sea.