Apocalyptic Pirates 6, page 12
She began to wriggle out from under me, and I pulled out of her as she slid off the counter.
My cock was rock hard and shining with the juices from her pussy, and Dia gave me an impressed glance.
“Damn,” she said with a chuckle. “You’re still ready to go.”
“Hey, I’m dedicated.” I grinned, and then I inhaled sharply as Dia knelt down in front of me and cupped my balls in her hands.
“Did you think I’d do this?” she murmured.
Her fingers danced along the hard length of my shaft and just brushed the glistening tip. Her touch made me shudder in desire, and I had to hold back a groan of pleasure.
“God,” I gasped. “Fuck.”
“Did you think I’d do this?” Dia purred, and she lowered her lips to my cock and took me inside her mouth.
I gasped and grabbed hold of her shoulders as Dia’s lips closed around my manhood. She worked me with her tongue, and her hands cradled my balls as she began to move her head back and forth.
“Fuckkkk,” I groaned. “Dia, your mouth is almost as amazing as your pussy.”
Dia looked up at me, and the sight of her on her knees in front of me with my cock in her mouth was enough to make me explode. I grabbed a handful of her wild curls and guided her mouth along my shaft. Her head thrust back and forth, and the movement made her breasts bob.
Dia moaned in pleasure, and the vibrations along my cock sent a crazy shiver running down my spine. Her nipples popped. One of her hands grabbed my ass.
That final touch and sound was too much.
I tightened my fist in Dia’s curls. She looked up at me, and her thick, black eyelashes fluttered over her pouting mouth. I pulled her head away, and she drew back with a thin line of spit running from her lips to the tip of my cock.
I grabbed hold of her shoulders and turned her around so she was facing away from me. My hot, hard, wet cock pressed against her lower back, and I fucking loved feeling the sheen of Dia’s pussy juices and spit that coated my shaft.
I reached around, my hands found her breasts, and I gave her tight nipples a squeeze that made her gasp.
“I want to cum inside your pussy,” I growled in her ear.
“Mmm, yes.” Dia tipped her head back in pleasure as I fondled her breasts and pressed a burning kiss on her neck.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
“It’s a safe day in my cycle,” she assured me, and she drew in her breath and moaned as I pinched her nipples in pleasure at that news. “Do that again, it feels so good.”
I rolled her nipples between my finger and thumb. Then I put my hand in the small of her back and bent her over onto her hands and knees. The gleaming pink of Dia’s waiting pussy lips called to me like a siren song. My cock was throbbing with need and desire, and I gripped Dia’s juicy ass and pressed the very tip of my manhood against her pussy.
“Mmm, more.” Dia wiggled her hips and crouched down lower onto her elbows. “Fill me with your cock, Drew.”
The movement spread her pussy wide open, and with a grunt I thrust myself deep inside her.
Dia gave a cry of pleasure and arched her head back.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, that feels so good.”
“I’m going to fill you with my cum,” I growled.
I grabbed a handful of Dia’s curls and pulled her head back as I began to ride her from behind. I plunged my cock deep inside the silken pocket of her pussy, and Dia gasped as my manhood filled her.
“Yesss,” she moaned. “Your cock feels so good inside me.”
I rammed myself inside her again and again. Dia’s pussy gripped my cock, and all I could feel was her silky heat on my shaft, and the glorious way her ass cheeks rubbed against me.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Yes, fuck, your pussy feels so good.”
I thrust into her with deep, hard, intense strokes, and my movements grew faster and faster. I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm, and I gritted my teeth and rode Dia like a wild horse.
“Yesss,” Dia moaned. “Yesssss…”
Her pussy walls constricted and clenched around my manhood. She was cumming, she was cumming hard, and her fingers dug into the ground in her ecstasy. She was almost there, I could tell, I could feel the way her pussy responded to my thrusts, and then with one final wild plunge inside her pussy, Dia came. She gasped, and her whole body shuddered.
“Oh!” she almost screamed. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I carried on driving inside her as my own orgasm approached. I groaned, and my vision tunneled to one narrow point. My hips were moving without my thought, my hands were fists in Dia’s curls, my cock was thrumming with lust.
“Drew,” Dia moaned.
And that pushed me over the edge.
The orgasm hit me like a truck, and I groaned, gasped, and bent over Dia’s crouched body as I shot my hot cum inside her. My body shook, my hips jerked, and I filled Dia’s pussy with what felt like gallons and gallons of steaming white cum.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Fuck, yes.”
My body shuddered, and I pulled my cock out of Dia’s pussy and collapsed on my back next to her. My chest was heaving, and black spots burst in front of my eyes. My joints felt weak, but I was floating on a cloud and buzzing with chemicals.
“Fuck.” Dia let out a low, breathless laugh. “Fuck, that was intense.”
She propped herself up on her forearms, and her bright eyes laughed up at me as her dark curls fell over her face.
“You’re incredible,” I told her in a husky voice. “Your body is fucking sexy, and your pussy feels so fucking good on my cock.”
Dia licked her lips as though she was trying to keep the taste of me in her mouth.
“You made me cum harder than I’ve ever come before,” she whispered. “Drew, you’re fucking fantastic.”
A warm feeling rushed through me. I pushed away Dia’s wild curls, tipped up her chin to meet my mouth, and kissed her deeply.
Dia made a soft little sound under my lips. When I drew back, she was smiling at me.
“Maybe you do know me,” she whispered breathlessly. “Maybe you know my body better than anyone else ever has.”
“I hope so.” I ran my hand down the smooth curve of her back and up over the beautiful rise of her ass cheeks. “I hope I can always be there for you… Not just for sex, but everything else as well.”
Dia’s cheeks went pink, and she ducked her forehead to her arms and then peeked up at me through the curtain of her curls.
“I’d like that,” she whispered.
We laid like that for a little while, and then I sighed and gave Dia’s ass a gentle slap.
“I guess we should get up,” I said. “Or at least get dressed.”
“You’re practically dressed already,” Dia pointed out as she sat up and reached for her bra. “Next time, I want you naked.”
“Oh, do you?” I grinned.
“Yep.” Dia flashed me a saucy grin. “You can’t be the only one who gets to enjoy the view.”
She clipped her bra behind her and pulled on the rest of her clothes. I gave an internal sigh as her breasts disappeared from view, but the peaceful satisfaction that was still coursing through my body would keep me warm for a long while yet.
“I wonder if the others will be back soon,” I mused.
“Probably.” Dia cocked an eyebrow. “I mean, it’s plants. For all that Letty says it’s fun, it is literally just plants. And how interesting can that be?”
I couldn’t hold back my snort of laughter.
“Some people might say that about motors,” I said.
“Maybe,” she conceded. “But those people are wrong.”
“Okay.” I grinned and zipped up my shorts.
My phone had fallen out of my pocket, and I picked it up from the floor and held it up to check the signal.
“Are you going to phone Sammy now?” Dia asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I want to check in and see that everything’s okay with her.”
“This thing with Marisol.” Dia nodded. “It’s made you want to check in with your own daughter.”
“Well, yes,” I said in amusement. “It sounds very mechanical when you put it like that, but yes.”
“It makes sense to me to say it like that.” Dia shrugged. “Sometimes I don’t always make those connections.”
“That’s fair,” I told her. “People have different ways of processing things.”
“I want to be more emotionally switched on,” she declared. “Like, Letty always knows the right thing to say. I want to get more like that.”
“I think it comes with practice,” I said. “I’ve never really struggled with it, but I know that I got better once I started working as a salesman and had to say the right thing all the time every single day. And the more I tried to do it, the better I got at it.”
“Okay.” Dia nodded. “Practice. I can do that.”
“Yeah, you can.” I smiled at her as I punched in the number for Sammy’s phone.
“Wait, do I have sex hair?” Dia ruffled out her curls and then smoothed them down again.
“You look perfect,” I told her, and then the phone screen lit up with Sammy’s face.
“Daddy!” she exclaimed.
“Sammy, baby girl!” My throat was suddenly tight with longing. “Oh, it’s so good to see your face.”
“Are you okay?” Sammy asked as her light-brown eyebrows pulled together in concern. “Are you in the jungle again?”
“We’re in Costa Rica,” I said. “We’re just in the yacht’s kitchen at the moment. And there’s Dia.”
“Hey, Sammy,” Dia called. “How are you holding up?”
“Hi, Dia!” Sam’s blue eyes lit up when she saw the Latina woman. “Yeah, I’m good. Are you guys doing okay?”
“Yeah, we’re all good,” Dia told her.
“Dia!” My mom’s voice rang out through the phone speakers so loudly that Dia jumped in surprise. “Oh, Dia, honey, it’s so good to see you, how have you been? Are you getting on okay? Are you eating enough? Are you protecting yourself against mosquitos? I heard Sammy say you were in the jungle, and I’ve been reading up all about the areas that you’re traveling through, and did you know that malaria causes over six hundred thousand deaths every year? It’s the silent killer, and you know mosquitos are to blame because they’re the ones that carry it, so I looked it up on the internet– when the damn thing finally decided to work– and one of the things you can do is take a supplement of B vitamins because if you take them, or maybe it’s just one of them, I can’t remember, but it’s definitely one of the Bs, and if you take the B vitamins, it changes the taste of your blood and the mosquitos don’t like it, so do you think you might be able to get hold of some B vitamin supplements somewhere?”
There was a little pause while my mom paused for breath, and Dia, Sammy, and I processed all the information that had just come out of her mouth.
“Um,” Dia said. “I don’t think we have any B vitamins on board.”
“Oh, that’s a shame.” My mom clucked her tongue as she thought. “Well, maybe you could raid a Whole Foods? Or a pharmacy?”
“Mom,” I protested. “We’re in the middle of the jungle in Costa Rica. I don’t think there’s going to be many health food shops around here.”
“You never know,” she retorted. “I’m just looking out for you, Drew-boo. I don’t like the thought of you out there in the wilds with the girls. It’s not safe.”
“I know, Mom.” My voice softened. “I know you’re just worried. But we’re doing okay, really.”
“Yeah.” Dia nodded fervently. “You don’t need to worry about us. We’re doing really well. We’re near a village right now that hasn’t had many dragon attacks, and Letty and Ally have gone on a foraging trip with one of the women who lives there.”
For a second I was worried that Dia might end up telling my mom about Marisol. I didn’t know how much my family knew about the dragons’ healing powers, but I knew that I didn’t want Mom or Sammy to worry about the possible consequences of us using the dragons’ blood to heal someone directly. Especially since the worry about what the rest of the villagers might think was still lurking in the back of my mind. If I knew my mom, she would start to worry about the long-term effects that the blood might end up having on Marisol, how Eva was feeling about the whole thing, and was I really sure that I’d done the right thing and was this really the safest and best plan of ours?
If I could spare my mom and my daughter any unnecessary worry, and myself any unnecessary scolding, I was going to take that chance.
“So, Dad.” Sammy leaned forward to look closely into the camera with her blue eyes sparkling with interest. “What’s it like in Costa Rica? Have you seen anything cool there yet?”
“We saw a dragon egg hatch,” I said. “It was so cool, Sammy, we actually got to see the shell break, and the little hatchling come out, and everything.”
I remembered what had happened next a little too late, and I shot Dia a quick glance to make sure she wasn’t upset.
But she was smiling at Sammy through the phone and didn’t even appear to have heard me. I knew she had to have been listening, but if she wasn’t going to broach the subject, then I was happy to leave it alone for right now.
“No way!” Sammy exclaimed. “That sounds so cool!”
“Oh, and I saw a really amazing flock of birds,” I hurried on quickly. “They were pink and blue, and they were just really pretty. I wanted to take a picture of them to show you, but I wasn’t quick enough.”
“I can imagine them,” she assured me with a huge smile on her face. “I’m so jealous of you, Dad. I want to go to all these places and see everything that you’re seeing. You’ve seen a jaguar, howler monkeys, crocodiles, and now all these amazing birds. I want to see all that, too.”
“I’m very glad you’re not here to see it all,” I told her with a stern look on my face. “You’re forgetting the most important part of all of this. The most amazing and dreadful thing of all.”
“Oh, yeah,” Sammy sighed. “The dragons.”
She said it as though the dragons were a nuisance rather than a real danger. She’d probably seen more than enough dragons for her entire lifetime, and the situation might only get worse. Niihau was pretty cut off, but even so, the inhabitants of the island had still managed to take out several dragons on their own in an attempt to protect the island.
“Yeah,” I said. “The dragons. I’m not trying to crush your hopes and dreams, Sammy. Maybe one day in the future we can take a trip and see all of these places again. Hopefully the circumstances will be a bit better then.”
“I hope so!” The smile that lit up Sammy’s face filled me with a soft, glowing kind of happiness. “I want to see all of it. All I’m seeing here is Grandpa and his tomatoes.”
“Oh, yes, how is Grandpa and his vegetable garden?” I asked with a grin.
“He’s out there harvesting from it right now,” my mom said with a proud smile. “He’s got baby cucumbers coming up, as well as rainbow chard, potatoes, and kale.”
“Impressive.” I nodded. “Tell him I said hi, won’t you?”
“Will do.” She nodded in return.
“Dad.” Sammy leaned forward in a confidential way. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, Sammy girl,” I replied. “You can ask me anything.”
“It’s just that some of the other kids have been talking,” she said. “About the dragons.”
“What about the dragons?” I questioned.
“Oh, Sammy, not this again,” my mom sighed. “That’s nonsense, it has to be.”
“I still want to ask,” Sammy argued. “You said I should ask Dad, so I’m asking him.”
“Ask me what?” I pressed.
“Some of the other kids are saying that they’ve heard that the dragons have got magic blood.” Sammy gave a little self-conscious laugh. “I know that sounds really dumb, but they keep talking about it. And you’ve seen so many dragons now, so I wondered if you’d heard about this too.”
I blew out my breath in a long exhale. This was it, then. I reasoned that it was only going to be a matter of time before my daughter found out the truth anyway.
“Yes,” I said. “I’ve heard that, too. And it’s true. We’ve seen that happen with our own eyes.”
“What?” my mom demanded.
“Seriously?” Sam let out a squeak of pure delight. “Oh, my god, Dad, are you being serious right now? The dragons have magic?”
“No,” I said quickly. “They’re not magic. But their blood does appear to have the power to heal most illnesses and wounds, if not everything.”
“I knew they didn’t really have magic.” Sammy’s cheeks flushed, and she attempted to look dignified. “That’s baby’s stuff.”
“I know.” I smothered my grin so she wouldn’t feel like I was patronizing her. “But it is very cool that their bodies have the power to heal.”
“It’s so cool!” Sammy’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, my gosh, it’s just like axolotls.”
“Like what?” I asked in puzzlement.
“Axolotls!” Sammy exclaimed. “They’re an amphibian that’s able to grow back their limbs, and doctors are trying to find ways to see if we can somehow use the axolotls’ abilities in a way that helps humans. Isn’t that so cool?”
“That is very cool,” I agreed.
Sammy was grinning like Christmas had just arrived early, but my mom’s eyebrows were drawn together, and she looked both puzzled and outraged.
“But that can’t be right,” my mom said. “That’s… they’re monsters, Drew.”
“I know,” I reassured her. “It’s really hard to wrap your head around it, I know. But it’s true.”
“I used it on myself,” Dia said, and she held up her arm to the phone so that they could see the smooth and unblemished skin of her forearm. “When we were fighting one time, I got this huge cut all down my arm right here. But then I got some dragon blood on me, and the cut healed after, like, a day.”
“Well,” I teased. “You didn’t exactly just get dragon blood on your arm, did you? It was a bit more deliberate than that.”
