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My rosary sparkled like the stars between my breasts, my body crisscrossed by the moonlight coming through the gallery windows. Undulating as the ship did, I moved above the Captain, biting my lip almost to blood at the pleasured stiffness I was impaled upon. Rough hands on my hips, he guided me, my thighs trapped open as his mouth was, groaning in bliss as I bent forward to catch his breath. My wetness struck against him at every pass, and I smiled against his lips, smudging the paint there, revelling in his promise fulfilled of greater pleasure the more we sinned in this way.
My core was winding up, tightening, the more he filled me with repeated strokes, and as he started to huff in need I ground myself down against him, letting the pressure inside me snap in waves of rippling ecstasy. I moaned aloud with it, running my fingers along the hairs and the marks and the scars on his chest, digging my nails in when he started to thrust up desperately, chasing his own release within the wet heat I held only for him. We joined together so tightly as he came, filling me with his warm seed, and I clenched around him in the way that I had learned to, prolonging both our pleasure and lessening the time before our next sin.
Wordless, we held each other, rocking in the eternal waves. I thought I heard him say his name for me on a breath, and I looked up into his moonlit face. He was gazing down at me, his white eye bright, and I settled down against his body again, pulling his scarred arm more tightly against my skin, his fingertips gentle still on my shoulder. As I breathed against him I thought about selkies, deep in the northern seas, their bodies bearing their condemned souls in the cold, like fallen angels missing the light. I didn’t miss much. I would carry his love for me within me forever, as he carried my love for him. As the Alba Maria bore us away, a Captain and what he had captured. What a blessing to be so cursed.