## The Pirate Queen

## By Mavis Applewater

December 2003

Disclaimers, this story and characters are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted, or sold without the author’s permission. So there! If for any reason real or imagined you are uncomfortable with or do not wish to read a little ditty with graphic descriptions of two consenting adult women in a loving and sexual relationship then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this then go away and don’t come back until it is no longer a crime. Hang on tight there be squalls ahead.

A very special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mountain Girl.

As always this is for Heather.

The snow filled her boots; her body ached as she pondered just sitting by one of the trees and allowing the cold to claim her. A short time ago she had been sailing across the expansive ocean, her eyes no longer reflecting the brilliant colors of the sea. No, the light in Molly’s eyes had died many years ago. Now she was wandering aimlessly through snow covered the mountains. She was running again, uncertain as to where she was. Molly was tired of running; she had been running for more years than she could remember. Each time she thought it was safe to rest her weary boots; trouble or the past would come calling.

This time trouble came in the form of an eager young redhead. The girl was old enough to understand and consent to Molly’s attention. Her father had not understood when he caught the duo nestled in the hayloft. James was his name and the girl was Mary. Molly had encountered the family not long after she sprinted off the cargo ship that had docked in the colonies.

Molly had tried to keep her wanton passion in check around the girl after James had so kindly taken pity on her. Three maybe four nights ago Molly was in the hayloft helping the girl. Molly’s eyes betrayed her each time they drifted to Mary’s firm bosom. Mary’s dark brown eyes caught her gaze more than once. Molly understood the shy blushes and careful looks Mary sent her way.

She backed the girl into a corner, Mary giggling with each step until Molly took her in her arms. The giggling gave way to passionate pleas as Molly savagely captured Mary’s innocent lips with her own. Molly’s body soared while her heart begged her not to give in to her hedonistic desires. Molly listened only to her body as she lowered Mary’s nimble young body down into the soft hay.

Mary’s innocent requests for Molly to guide her ignited the weary traveler’s desires. Mary’s creamy white breast filled her mouth when her hands hiked up the young girl’s simple dress. She could still feel the girl’s nails digging into her flesh as her hands teased Mary’s passion. James discovered his guest with her face buried against his daughter’s breast and her hands exploring her maidenhood.

Molly made her quick escape dodging out the window, not caring if the fall took her life. She ran leaving Mary behind to face her father’s wrath. Molly knew that Mary was quick and smart; she’d blame the stranger dressed in men’s clothing for her defilement. Molly chuckled recalling the sounds of James’ hunting dogs trailing after her.

This was her life and had been for more years than she cared to remember. She prayed for the day that her luck would run out and she would find peace at the end of a noose. She had only the clothes on her back, torn black pants, a dark cloak, long leather boots, and a white shirt that had once been the softest thing to touch her body. Her other meager possessions were a pistol; a knife and a gold coin all were remnants of her crime.

Her long, blonde hair blew in the cold night air as she once again pondered just sitting down and giving into the elements. She had never really been happy. Her childhood in the sprawling green countryside of Ireland had been marred by the poverty that loomed over her family. Her father became a thief and Molly quickly joined him in his new profession. Her childhood had been nothing more than one mark after another and running.

Molly’s six brothers and sisters depended upon her and her father’s spoils. She traveled the world as each member of her family passed on. Left alone she continued to ply her trade only managing to spare her virtue. Her father’s passing had done nothing to turn her away from the family business. He had been careless, she surmised after hearing of his hanging for stealing a horse. Her sisters were lost to sickness and poverty. Her heart ached knowing if she had just been able to do more they might have lived. Her two brother’s deaths had been the hardest to accept.

Collin and Shamus had managed to overcome the less than modest upbringing and turn their backs on the deplorable life that she and her father had raised them in. They were sailing away to build a future only to die at sea. The ship was over run by the Black Galleon, each of the boys were simple men with no fighting skills. The pirates raided the ship and killed all on board.

When the offer came to broaden her skills from simple thief to assassin, Molly readily agreed. Molly was facing a harsh prison sentence and the loss of one of her limbs after being caught relieving a wealthy traveler of his purse. To escape the island prison all she had to do was one small favor for the magistrate; kill the pirate Queen, Alexia.

Molly had never stained her hands with blood, but when offered the chance of murdering Alexia the scourge of the seas and the captain of the Black Galleon, the blonde thief relished the idea. The fat, old magistrate laughed at her bravado when she accepted the offer. Molly knew that more than likely she was being sent on a suicide mission. She didn’t care, either way she would find freedom. If she somehow succeeded the pot of gold she would receive as a reward would lead her away from her sorry existence, and if she failed then she would finally be reunited with her family.

The Pirate Queen’s expansive villa sat boldly up top a cliff on the small Caribbean island mocking the Governor and magistrate with her ill-gotten wealth. It was heavily guarded and no one could gain entrance. Alexia relaxed in the knowledge that the authorities had no right to enter her home.

The magistrate had not been serious when he offered Molly a chance to be free. He had made the offer to so many vile criminals most of which declined the offer since those that had accepted never returned from the gates of the queen’s home. What the slovenly magistrate failed to realize was that Alexia owed Molly a debt and it was to be paid in blood.

Molly was sent on her way, knowing in her heart that she would be dead before the next sunrise. In many ways she did die that night. Alexia was looking for a new concubine and Molly used this to gain entrance into the pirate’s estate. All of the women gathered in the great hall were there by choice, each of them hoping to escape the whorehouses in exchange for Alexia’s generosity. All of the women with the exception of Molly, were there simply for financial gain. The blonde only wanted revenge.

Molly felt a cold calmness as her clothing was removed and she was offered nothing but a flimsy blanket to cover her flesh. They stood there in the hall, Alexia’s men watching them carefully as the queen lounged in a large chair placed in the center of the room. They were presented to Alexia one by one as the cold woman inspected them. Molly watched the ritual carefully trying to formulate her plan.

As each woman approached Alexia they dropped the blanket revealing themselves to everyone in the room. Most times Alexia would simply wave them off sending them home. Other times the tall, dark haired woman would take her time and caress the woman or have the prospective candidate touch her. Molly felt a strange stirring in the pit of her stomach each time; one of the women would perform for the queen.

Molly feared that she would be dismissed if Alexia chose her new lover before she had been presented to her. She had to agree with the pirate’s quick dismissal of many of the women who had seen far too many years on the streets. She felt edgy as she advanced in the long line of women. She watched carefully, so she would know what to do if she was called upon to pleasure this woman.

Molly just kept telling herself that all she needed to do was be chosen. If she was then she could get close enough to kill Alexia before the evil bitch could touch her. How she would take the formidable woman’s life was a problem she had yet to find a solution for. First she had to get near Alexia; the rest would fall into place.

Molly felt a sense of dread as Alexia took a special interest in the woman who was in line just before her. "Very nice," Alexia purred as she massaged the woman’s breasts. Molly felt sick as she watched the pirate parting her thighs revealing her body for all to see. Alexia was clad in a long, silk, jade colored robe and when she parted her thighs everyone in the room could see the dark patch of hair glistening with desire. "Service me," Alexia coldly informed the dark skinned woman she had been caressing. The woman fell to her knees, eagerly burying her face between Alexia’s thighs.

Molly felt a glimmer of hope as she spied the tall brunette’s face that clearly displayed disinterest as the woman feasted upon her. Molly smiled cruelly when Alexia pushed the woman from her passion and instructed her to go. The woman complained before the guards led her away. Molly felt the knot in her stomach tightening when Alexia crooked her long finger at her beckoning the young blonde to come to her.

Molly bolstered her courage as she allowed the blanket to drop. She trembled as Alexia’s cool green eyes raked up and down her body. "A blonde," Alexia sighed happily. "Such a nice change," she moaned as she leaned forward to get a closer look at Molly’s body. The thief stood there helplessly as Alexia’s hands drifted along the supple curves of her body.

The deep moan that escaped her lips caught Molly off guard. She felt sick, as her body enjoyed the pirate’s touch. "Closer," Alexia bid as Molly complied. "Turn around," she instructed the blonde who blinked with surprise.

Molly nodded and did as she was told. Her skin prickled as she felt Alexia standing behind her nudging her thighs apart. She fought to control her nervousness as Alexia’s fingers trickled through her long, blonde hair, the silk robe tickling her skin. Alexia’s calloused hands were surprisingly gentle as she explored Molly’s flesh.

Molly choked as she felt one of Alexia’s hands wrapping around her throat while the other drifted down her back. Alexia’s hand drifted from her throat and wrapped around the front of her body, capturing one of her breasts. Molly swallowed hard when she felt the pirate’s other hand guiding her legs even further apart.

Molly’s heart was racing as she felt Alexia’s body pressing against her back as long fingers parted her. Molly’s mind was a blur as the feel of Alexia’s touch glided along her sex. No one had ever touched her this way, and she hated her body for reacting favorably. Molly choked out a small cry as Alexia began to stroke the throbbing bundle, the brunette’s hips now grinding against her backside.

Molly snapped her eyes shut, in an effort to shut out the other people in the room watching them. She bit down on her bottom lip when she felt Alexia’s fingers pressing against the warm, wet opening of her center. Her body tensed as Alexia slipped inside of her. She shuddered as fingers met with resistance. Molly wanted to cry out as she realized that she was about to give her innocence to the one person she hated most in this world.

Her body relaxed as Alexia’s touch slipped from her warmth and began stroking her nub. Molly blew out an unsteady breath when she realized that Alexia was not going to take her innocence. "Now why would a virgin offer to become my woman?" Alexia whispered hotly in her ear. Molly was incapable of answering the query her hips rocking against the pirate’s touch. "Hmm?" Alexia toyed with her while her fingers teased the crevasse of the blonde’s bottom. Molly’s body tensed once again as she felt the brunette painting the puckered opening with her desire. "Bend over," Alexia firmly instructed her as she guided Molly to her hands and knees.

Molly’s eyes remained tightly shut as the feel of silk and Alexia’s desire pressed against her flesh while the brunette’s fingers taunted her. "If you don’t desire the position, now would be the time to tell me," Alexia coaxed the blonde as she pressed her finger against the puckered opening.

"I’m yours," Molly grunted disgusted by what she was doing and how good her body felt. Her body jerked as she felt the brunette slipping inside of her.

"Not yet," Alexia softly boasted while wiggling her finger inside of the blonde’s backside. Molly fought against her shame while her body reeled, eagerly thrusting against Alexia’s touch. Molly held back her tears as Alexia’s touch slipped from her trembling body. She felt a chill as the brunette stood behind her. "This one," she calmly announced. "Have her brought to my bed chambers and make certain she bathes."

Molly kept reassuring herself with the knowledge that Alexia had not torn her veil and she was still innocent. She was roughly grabbed and pulled up to her feet. She ignored the looks the other people gave her as she was taken out of the room. She tried to focus on each step and turn she took as the guard led her through the grand estate. If she was to escape with her life she needed a plan of escape she reasoned as the handmaiden took over and deposited the unsuspecting blonde in Alexia’s bedroom.

Without speaking to Molly whose eyes were scanning the room in search of a weapon, the older woman guided her gruffly into the bathing chamber. Molly was stunned at the sight of the sunken tub and indoor plumbing. The maid didn’t speak as she drew the bath. Molly squeaked with surprise as the maid forced her into the tub.

Molly had hoped for privacy after she was deposited in the warm, lavender scented water. Yet, the maid stood there insuring that Molly would wash every inch of her body. Molly secretly enjoyed the warm soothing bath, while her mind tried to formulate her next course of action. She needed a weapon and an escape route, and a way to keep Alexia’s hands at bay. ‘Dear God, what have I done?’ Her mind screamed as she washed her weary body.

"Now you are a curious one," she jerked around as she heard the low timber of Alexia’s voice. She watched in horror as the pirate dropped her robe and with a wave of her hand dismissed her maid. She watched as Alexia stepped into the tub, her eyes drinking in the taunt muscles of the brunette’s body, while she pondered if she was strong enough to drown the pirate. "Let me help you," Alexia sultry voice beckoned as she took the soap and sponge from Molly’s trembling hands.

Molly’s body trembled as Alexia slipped behind her and began washing her weary shoulders with a tender touch. Molly moaned softly as she gave into the brunette’s soothing touch. The situation was beyond surreal, Molly was lounging in the warmest, sweetest bath she had ever experienced while the woman she was planning on murdering was washing her back.

It was quite a turn of events for the little thief, who hated herself more and more with each passing moment. Alexia, the woman who had been responsible for the death of her brothers, and was a pawn in Molly’s quest for a simple life was washing her back while kissing her neck. And Molly liked the feel of this woman’s hands and mouth on her skin. "Why are you here?" Alexia softly cooed her voice breaking through Molly’s troubling thoughts.

"I have my reasons," Molly coldly responded as she tried to focus on the fact that she was only allowing Alexia’s hands on her body so she could get close enough to take this woman’s life.

"Fair enough," Alexia murmured while allowing her hands to drift along the curves of Molly’s body. Molly felt wretched once again torn between pleasure and disgust. "What is your name?" Alexia softly asked while she washed the front of Molly’s body taking her time along the swell of the blonde’s breasts.

Molly briefly pondered spitting out a lie, and then realized that it didn’t matter since in the very near future one of them would be dead. "Molly," she sheepishly confessed her nipples hardening from Alexia’s touch.

"You do understand that you are here for my pleasure and this has nothing to do with you?" Alexia cautioned the girl.

"Yes," Molly muttered through clenched teeth, silently vowing that Alexia would be dead long before that happened. Then the anger ebbed as Alexia began to wash her hair.

"You are truly beautiful," the brunette absently whispered. "Far more deserving than what I have to offer."

Molly was taken aback by this woman’s words and gentle nature. From the tales that had been spun about Alexia the pirate queen, she fully expected to be chained to the bed and defiled. Molly became resigned to simply enjoying the feel of the warm water and this woman’s tender touch until it was time to act. After all it wasn’t as if she could beat her to death with the sponge so she might as well have a nice bath until it was time.

Molly watched as the sponge floated away and Alexia’s hands freely massaged her breasts. Molly’s tiny body arched against the woman nestled behind her. The blonde’s nipples puckered hardening painfully while Alexia’s body molded against her back. "Is this what it is like to be with you?" Molly questioned her eyes fluttering shut as Alexia’s long legs wrapped around her body.

"For you, yes," Alexia hotly whispered in her ear before she began to nibble on the blonde’s sensitive lobe. "You are so beautiful," Alexia’s soft murmurs called out to Molly as she felt Alexia’s mound bristling against her firm flesh. Molly’s heart soared from the brunette’s promising touch and sweet words.

"No one has ever said that to me," she whimpered as she reached behind her allowing her hands to caress Alexia’s long lean body.

"Never?" Alexia questioned in a puzzled tone her breath still sending delightful shivers up and down the young blonde’s spine.

"Never," Molly helplessly confirmed as she felt her body spinning in the water and the softness of Alexia’s breasts brushing against her body. She held her eyes shut as their bodies melded together. Willingly she allowed Alexia’s firm thigh to slip between her legs. Without understanding why her body ground against the taller woman’s firm flesh. She moaned deeply as Alexia captured her lips, the brunette’s tongue teasing and tugging on her bottom lip. Molly willingly parted her lips inviting Alexia’s tongue to freely dart inside of her mouth.

Molly trembled when Alexia’s tongue teased her own, encouraging it to play. The velvety smoothness surprised and entreated the naïve girl to further her explorations. She tightly gripped Alexia’s shoulders her body rocking steadily against the taller woman’s firm thigh. She could feel her pearl hardening as she glided against Alexia’s body. Molly’s breathing hitched as a strange pounding filled her ears, stranger still that it matched the same pounding her lower body was experiencing.

She tore her mouth from Alexia’s releasing a wild cry as her body shuddered. Alexia held her steady. Molly dug her blunt nails into the brunette’s flesh as her body quivered. "I’m so taken with you," Alexia absently murmured as she brushed the damp locks from Molly’s brow.

Molly’s eyes fluttered open, her heart pounding wildly as she still clung to Alexia. As her vision cleared she studied the older woman. She ran her fingers along Alexia’s chiseled features trying to reconcile what she knew this woman was with the tender soul sitting before her. "What?" Alexia offered almost as a challenge. "Looking for the dark bitch of the seven seas?" The brunette wearily inquired a brief agonized look flashed across her features before quickly vanishing. "You know what I think? I think we are going to start pruning if we don‘t get out of here."

Molly was taken aback by the older woman’s cavalier attitude as she guided the quivering blonde from the tub and slowly dried her body. Molly reached for the towel in an effort to cover her naked body. "No need," Alexia curtly informed her as she dried her own body. "Go to my bed," she added her emerald eyes darkening as her lips curled into a cruel smile.

Molly dutifully nodded before slowly entering the bedchamber. Her crystal blue eyes quickly scanned the lavish room in a desperate effort to find an escape. She no longer believed that she was capable of killing this woman. There was something in the pirate’s eyes and tender touch that called out to her. "On the bed," Alexia’s voice harshly commanded. Molly’s head snapped around spying the ominous figure watching her from the corner of the room.

She could feel the heat seething from Alexia’s body; the cold, dark look in the pirate’s eyes filled her with fear. Gone was the woman who had bathed her body in such a loving manner, the bitch of the seven seas had taken her place. Molly swallowed hard jutting her chin out defiantly before climbing up onto the softest bed she had ever touched. She folded her hands in her lap; her body trembling with fear and, God forgive her, anticipation as Alexia stalked across the room.

Alexia’s movements were sleek. As she neared her prey she released a low growl. For the first time in her life Molly truly understood how it felt to be the hunted. Alexia’s long, lean body loomed beside the bed her eyes boring into Molly’s flesh. The blonde once again was disgusted at how her body quivered with an aching need as Alexia’s eyes raked over her body.

Molly’s eyes darted about finding only a large oak chest at the foot of the bed, a wardrobe tightly shut, a table with candles by the bedside and a window that ran from the floor to the ceiling. ‘How far down would the jump be?’ She quickly pondered knowing that they were at least two stories up and who knew what waited outside the window.

She felt her skin prickling as warm hands caressed her thighs. Her gaze fell upon the tall, dark woman who was now kneeling before her running her long fingers along her trembling flesh. "I should let you go," Alexia sadly confessed the tenderness briefly returning. "Say it now and you can leave," the brunette entreated her as her nails dragged along the blonde’s thighs. Molly couldn’t stop the throaty moan that escaped her lips.

"You wish to stay?" Alexia taunted her with an evil laugh as she parted Molly’s thighs. Molly hissed as she felt the brunette’s tongue gliding along the inside of her thighs. Molly’s passion flowed freely while Alexia’s tongue and mouth teased and caressed her skin. Alexia’s long, soft hair tickled her body as the pirate’s mouth lingered dangerously close to her maidenhood. "Oh, you want this," Alexia moaned drinking in the aroma of Molly’s desire.

Molly cursed her body for betraying her knowing that her passion was fully revealed to this woman who she should hate with every fiber of her being. "Remember what I told you little girl," Alexia’s cold voice cautioned her while brushing the blonde’s hands aside. Molly grunted as she dug her fingers into the feathery mattress.

"This is about your pleasure," Molly choked out while Alexia nudged her legs apart with her broad shoulders.

"Very good," Alexia purred as she clasped Molly’s backside and drew her closer. Molly willed her body to be idle while Alexia lips grazed her inner thighs. Molly’s body gave in to the brunette’s touch when she felt the pirate’s hot breath caressing the soft golden patch that covered her treasure.

Molly bit down on her bottom lip as she gazed down into the smoky emerald orbs that were watching her. Molly’s body shook as Alexia parted her with her fingers and dipped her tongue into her over flowing passion. Molly tightened her hold on the bedding as Alexia’s tongue glided along her swollen lips. The vision of fiery green held her captive as Alexia drank from her.

Molly’s body jerked as she felt her throbbing bundle being captured between the pirate’s lips. Alexia suckled and teased her while drawing the blonde closer. Molly’s body thrashed about lost in the feel of Alexia’s mouth and tongue worshiping her clit. She dug her heels into the bedding while Alexia pushed them further up along the bed crawling up her mouth never ceasing its delightful torture. "Sweet Jesus," she called out as she felt Alexia’s teeth grazing against her clit. She ground her body harder against Alexia needing to feel the release that her flesh was begging for.

Alexia eagerly accepted her offer as she feasted upon the blonde like a starving animal. Molly’s mind was spinning as she felt her body erupting dimly aware of Alexia’s encouraging murmurs. Her mind was a whirlwind as her body became engulfed in pure ecstasy. She felt her body collapsing on the mattress, Alexia’s laughter ringing in her ears as she released her from her grasp.

She was lost in a haze as Alexia loomed above her. The brunette’s fingers replaced her mouth. Molly cried out in pain as she felt Alexia’s touch slipping inside of her tearing her veil. "Now you belong to me," Alexia’s husky voice taunted her as she filled her. The hot tears trickled down her face as Alexia’s fingers remained unmoving inside of her. Molly released sharp gasps while trying to calm her body and cease her tears. "Ssh," Alexia offered in a strangely comforting voice as she kissed the tears from Molly’s face.

Molly’s body slowly relaxed as she felt Alexia’s body covering her own. Alexia kissed her slowly as her fingers began to slowly glide in and out of her center. The brunette’s touch was tender as her thumb teased Molly’s nub. Alexia’s touch was gentle as she slowly guided the blonde over the edge.

Molly was consumed with guilt for enjoying the wicked encounter. Alexia guided her to rest against the pillows before bringing her fingers that were gleaming with Molly’s passion to her lips. Molly watched with mixed feelings of desire and horror as Alexia licked away her passion and innocence. She nestled her face in the softness of the pillow clinging to the bed linens while Alexia moaned with pleasure.

Her hand slipped to the edge of the mattress, Molly’s heart stopped when she felt the cold metal greeting her touch. Her fingers carefully inspected the metal until she felt the hilt of the blade. She swallowed hard as she wrapped her fingers around the handle, carefully rolling onto her back sliding the knife under the pillow.

Molly’s body filled with fear as Alexia’s smoldering gaze cast down upon her. She bolstered her courage. "And what of your pleasure?" She managed to stammer out earning her a curious look from her hostess. She released her hold on the knife sliding her hands up to the brunette’s broad shoulders. Molly felt sick as Alexia’s smile warmed her body.

Alexia straddled her body slipping her knee between the blonde’s thighs once again brushing it against her wetness. They began kissing slowly as their bodies rocked gently. Alexia shifted her larger frame pressing her nipple against the blonde’s soft lips. Molly gave into the feel of the bud puckering against her trembling lips and slowly licked and teased it. She enjoyed teasing and suckling the brunette’s breasts before lavishing its twin with the same delightful pleasure. Their bodies rocked gently as they caressed one another’s bodies. Alexia’s touch was maddening, as Molly became a drift in the pleasure of their bodies touching.

Molly reached beneath the pillow trying to will herself to do what she had come there to do. She grasped the handle tightly the sight of Alexia’s beauty halting her movements. She closed her eyes fully prepared to end the charade and enjoy the passion that they were sharing when the vision of her young brother’s faces flashed before her.

Molly refused to open her eyes unable to witness the heinous deed she was about to commit as she tossed the pillow back swing her arm up and striking Alexia in the back. Her hand jerked up again and again delivering two more blows as Alexia howled in pain.

Molly’s eyes snapped open as she pushed Alexia off of her finding it odd that the brunette failed to fight against the attack. She briefly wondered if she had missed her target until her eyes caught the glimmer of the blade dripping with blood. Alexia’s breathing was shallow as she lay helplessly on her back. Molly fought against the bile rising in her throat as she crawled over to the prone woman she had struck down.

Her hand trembling as she pressed to the tip of the knife against the brunette’s chest. "Finish it," Alexia gurgled with a pleading look in her eyes. Molly tossed the knife across the darkened room and bolted off of the bed. She leaned out the window and released the bile, her body wrenching until she had nothing left. Her body finally ceased convulsing and Molly now had to block out what she had just done and get out of the villa.

She tripped slightly as her foot caught on something. She knelt down feeling the floor until she discovered the source. There was a rope tightly tied to the base of the wardrobe. "Prepared for anything weren’t you?" She whispered knowing that the rope would reach far enough down the wall to ensure her safe descent out of the villa.

Molly quickly assessed that the knife and rope were means to ensure Alexia’s safe escape in the event of an intruder. She jumped to her feet and threw open the wardrobe. She grabbed up clothing along with a pistol. She dressed in the dark clothing tucking the pistol in her pants and the knife she had used in the boots. "I’m sorry," she meekly confessed to the prone figure that was lying unmoving on the bed.

Molly cast the rope out the window and shimmied down careful not to make a sound as she scaled the side of the building. She fumbled along in the darkness knowing that she would never be able to scale the wall that surrounded Alexia’s home. Finally she found a breech slipping out past Alexia’s men thankfully unnoticed.

Her heart was still pounding as she crawled through the brush. The dark roads that led her back to town added to her fear, every noise even the slightest crackling of a twig beneath her feet made her heart stop. Molly felt certain that beyond each twist in the road, Alexia’s men lay in wait wanting to exact their revenge. "What have I done?" She choked out as she fell to her knees. Her body convulsing once again as she stared at her hands knowing that they were forever stained with blood.

She crawled along the back streets hiding in the shadows working her way towards the magistrate’s home. She awoke the blundering old fool, demanding her payment. "I’ve done your bidding, now pay me," she barked at the startled man.

"Come now surely you don’t expect me to believe that a wisp of girl like yourself killed the bitch," he laughed in her face. His laughter died on his lips as she drew the knife from her boot and pressed against the hollow of his throat.

"She’s dead," she hissed with disgust. "Now pay me so I can flee this god forsaken island before her men come after me. Don’t even think about cheating me you fat old fool or you’ll be my next victim."

She snatched the purse from his pudgy hands when he finally offered it. The wind howled in her ears as she fled into the night. Molly cowered in the darkened buildings that surrounded the docks watching and waiting for her opportunity. She listened carefully to each and every word uttered by the strangers that passed her by not noticing her presence. She learned that a passenger ship that was only docked for supplies would be setting off in the morning. Under the cover of darkness she wrapped the cloak she had stolen around her and slipped aboard the vessel.

Hiding in the cargo hold she shivered as she looked down at the attire she had donned. "I’ve become her," she whimpered helplessly praying for the dawn and the ability to hide from the crew until the ship reached the next port. If she survived the journey to Kingston she knew that she could easily get lost in the crowd. She only needed to remain hidden, and fight against the darkness growing in her heart.

Several days into her journey, Molly was cold and hungry. Stowing away was never easy, but she was skilled in finding free passage. This time her strange garb hindered her. Normally, she could wander above deck mingling freely with the other passengers, picking a pocket or two and stealing morsels of food. Now, she would be limited but she needed to get out before she starved to death. "A fitting death," she laughed at her situation. "A pocket full of gold and no means to find a meal."

Once again she used the dark night as her cover as she slipped up to the deck. She spied a curious figure of a frail woman looking out at the ocean. There was sadness in the woman’s eyes as she stared blankly at the black water. The coldness in the blonde’s heart grew as she pulled the hood over her head ducking into the shadows pondering if this woman would make an easy mark.

Annabelle did prove to be an easy mark; all Molly had to do was watch and wait. When the woman retreated below deck, Molly followed giving a small increment of time before she knocked on the unsuspecting redhead’s door. All it took was a wild tale of a brutish man following her gained Molly access into the Annabelle’s cabin.

She explained her odd attire to the lonely woman as her way of avoiding unwanted advances only to have her plan foiled by the fictitious masher. Annabelle willingly believed Molly’s tale of woe and how it was now unsafe for her to return to her quarters. Annabelle was gracious in sharing her accommodations, as Molly quickly deduced that the redhead was a lonely, vulnerable and kindred spirit. It was very easy to charm Annabelle into bed.

Alexia had unwittingly released a burning passion in what was left of Molly’s soul. The danger and excitement she had endured fueled her fire and she quenched her needs in Annabelle’s arms. Annabelle was far from naïve when it came to giving pleasure to another woman and Molly used the woman’s broken heart to sate her needs. When the ship docked Molly fled from Annabelle’s sweet words and pleas for love.

While skulking about the lowly taverns in Kingston she plotted her next move when she encountered one of Alexia’s men. She sat in the corner listening to the man she had recognized from that fateful day. He was drunk and boisterously explaining how he had slain the pirate queen. ‘Let him claim the glory, I’m sickened by what I have done,’ she silently reasoned as she listened to the bore. Then he said something that caught her ear.

"Good riddance to the bitch," the man cheered. "She was always harping about how we couldn’t hurt unarmed men, women or children. Not that it stopped me," he boasted as his comrades cheered him on. "She dared give me a lashing for sinking the Constance."

Molly’s blood turned cold when she heard the name of the ship her brothers had perished on escaping his mouth. Her head pounded as she realized that she had murdered an innocent woman. With a cold stare she watched the fat man drink himself into a stupor. He stumbled out of the bar weaving towards the docks. Molly was careful as she followed him, her blood boiling once again with the need to avenge her brothers. "Hey," she called out once she was certain that no one would take notice of the two of them.

"Aren’t you a sweet thing?" He belched as his glassy eyes scanned her body.

"Wrong again," she sighed as she drew the pistol cocked it and shot him between his beady eyes before he even knew what was happening. She was on the run again, eventually joining up with the same type of cutthroats she had sought to bring down.

Now she was traipsing through the snow wondering if she should just give in and allow the life to slip from her tortured soul. She collapsed into the snow, her will broken and her soul finally dead. Her world blurred, warmth caressed her body, she thrashed about while a comforting body nestled behind her soothing away the nightmares, and a pair of emerald eyes as soft words eased her pain.

Her eyes slowly opened; the vision of a fire burning brightly in a hearth greeted her. She scanned her sparse yet comfortable surroundings. She was in a cabin covered with a thick comforter and the soft lilting sounds of humming soothed her. Her jaw went slack as she spied the source of the pleasant melody. Sitting there rocking softly in a chair while she carefully stitched a nightshirt was her demon.

"Am I dead?" She wondered aloud.

"No," the brunette sighed softly lifting her green eyes and greeting Molly with the warmest smile. "Although, you did come dangerously close. You’ve had me worried for weeks. The fever held on much too long for my liking," Alexia explained as she set aside her sewing and stood. Molly watched in disbelief as Alexia crossed the room and felt her brow. "Finally," Alexia blew out when she felt Molly’s skin. "Do you think you could hold down some broth?" Alexia tenderly inquired as she sat down on the bed and took Molly by the hand. "You managed a little over the past few days."

"Where am I?" Molly stammered convinced that her muddled mind was playing tricks on her.

"My home," Alexia explained as she released Molly’s hand and went about retrieving a bowl of broth. "I found you in the snow or rather my dogs found you. I’m afraid that you are stuck here until the spring thaw," she continued as she handed the confused blonde a bowl and a spoon.

"How?" Molly stammered before sipping her broth. "I killed you."

"True you killed the pirate queen," Alexia snickered as she resumed her seat in the rocking chair. "Stumbling out of my room naked and bloody because some wisp of girl got the upper hand disgraced me. I knew that they would never follow me again. I allowed my wounds to heal, snatched up as much booty as I could carry and fled. Along my journey I reclaimed most of the bounty I had buried or hidden. Finally I arrived here in the colonies bought a nice piece of land on this mountain where I can live out my days."

"So you just live the peaceful life nestled in the splendor of the hills, never paying for your crimes," Molly jealously spat out.

"I can never atone for what I’ve done," Alexia confessed. "I was already sickened and ready for the grave when you entered my life. I meant what I said that night; I wanted you to kill me. Then as I recovered I wanted revenge."

"Is that why you saved me?" Molly curtly asked.

"No," Alexia smirked. "Long before you stumbled onto my property I made my peace with God, knowing I will never see heaven. The pirate queen is dead; I’m just a simple woman living like a hermit far from the temptation of the sea and greed. We have plenty of time to discuss this, since we are stuck together until spring."

"Fine," Molly begrudgingly accepted as she sipped her broth. "Can you just tell me one more thing, why am I naked?"

"You keep tearing the nightshirts from your body," Alexia simply explained holding up one of the damaged garments. "The fever made you quite fitful."

Feeling the weakness of her body and the clouds still blanketing her mind, Molly set the bowl aside and nestled back under the covers drifting off to sleep. Her slumber was fraught with nightmares as her past invaded her dreams. Strong arms held her steady as she thrashed about. Soft words comforted her. Molly was surprised to find that she was nestled in Alexia’s arms, feeling safe as the older woman rocked her back to sleep.

Days passed in much the same fashion; Molly would awake to find Alexia busying herself with reading, sewing or cooking. Alexia fed her and tended to her illness, they chatted but never for long. For the second time in her life Molly wondered if this woman was an angel or the devil? She rested in hopes of healing her body, so she could make her escape. At night haunted by her past only to find comfort in Alexia’s arms.

She hated the way her body betrayed her each time she would feel Alexia touching her or look at her, this time her hatred was born from guilt. One morning she stirred from her slumber finding the other side of the bed cool. She hated waking up without Alexia beside her, and she hated the need to feel the brunette beside her. Molly turned her dew filled eyes towards the window, she gasped as she spied Alexia’s long, lean body slipping out of the tub in the corner of the room.

Molly felt giddy at how Alexia blushed and covered her body. The Pirate Queen, bitch of the seven seas during her retirement, had grown shy. "No peeking," Alexia chastised her playfully. "It is bad enough I can’t keep you dressed at night," she added with a wag of her finger before turning her back on the still smiling Molly.

The blonde’s smile was erased when she caught a glimpse of three long scars marring the beautiful woman’s back. "I am a demon," she sobbed helplessly as Alexia spun around rushing to her bedside.

"Let it go, it is in the past," she tried to appease the whimpering woman. "You told me years ago that you had your reasons, I accept that. I know that so many things I have done in my past could have warranted your actions."

"No," Molly wailed. "The magistrate sent me after you as part of deal, a pardon for stealing. I accepted because I thought you had caused my brothers’ deaths. It wasn’t you it was one of your men."

"It just as easily could have been me," Alexia argued as she climbed up onto the bed and rocked Molly in her arms. "Let it out," she whispered. "We both need to heal."

Molly sobbed like a helpless child wondering who this woman was. This certainly wasn’t the pirate queen who had so calmly taken her innocence. "Alexia forgive me," Molly sniffed as she nestled her face in the crook of the brunette’s neck.

"I forgave you years ago," Alexia whispered. "Can you forgive me for taking your virtue? And can you finally forgive yourself?"

"I’m trying," Molly sniffed as she looked up into Alexia’s eyes and caressed her face.

"It’s a start," Alexia smiled as she rubbed the blonde’s back. The comforting circles lulled Molly back into a blissful slumber.

From that morning on Molly found sleep was no longer her enemy. Whenever Alexia held her the dark haired woman’s touch seemed to keep the demons at bay. Molly’s body and soul slowly began to heal. Finally she was able to get up and move about the cozy cabin. "Do you miss the sea?" She inquired one afternoon as they sat by the fire.

"Oh yes," Alexia’s sultry voice responded. "The wind in my hair, the salt air caressing my skin, the sea is my siren. Sadly it also brings out something deep inside of me that is dark. I’m better off here; the world is better off with me here. Now my question to you is just how you ended up here?"

"I have no idea," Molly sadly confessed. "I’ve been running since that night I thought I had killed you. I did take another life, one of your men. I ran into him in a tavern in Kingston, he was boasting that he was the one who had killed you. During his bragging I learned that it was he who had been responsible for my brothers’ deaths. I killed him."

"Rumford," Alexia sneered. "I had heard that someone shot him between his beady eyes. Don’t trouble yourself over killing him; I should have tossed him to the sharks years ago. He was a vile bastard who managed to add many bodies to my name."

"Why didn’t you toss him to the sharks?" Molly asked suddenly feeling very tired.

"A man like that did serve a purpose, don’t fool yourself," Alexia cautioned the younger woman. "I wasn’t a nice person. If there was any justice in this world my life should end at the end of a rope. You’ve been running all of these years, still wearing my clothes? Why?"

"I felt as if I became you," Molly absently murmured. "I never drew blood again but I followed your path. My life before you wasn’t honorable it wasn’t a difficult stretch. My mother died so young and there were so many mouths to feed. Father was a thief and I thought nothing of learning the trade. Now I have no one left, just scattered memories and regret."

"You are not alone," Alexia reassured her with a tender touch that sent a shiver through the blonde’s body. Alexia’s hand rested on Molly’s arm plucking lightly on the material of the shirt she had given her to wear. "Come spring I really do need to make you some clothing that fits," she added absently.

"Do you not like seeing me in your clothes?" Molly smiled for the first time in years as she stood and twirled around. "Or would you prefer seeing me in my previous attire," she taunted her hostess with a saucy wink.

"Your previous attire was nothing at all," Alexia teased in return. "And yes I did enjoy that but," her voice trailed off her face darkening.

"Alexia?" Molly whispered as she knelt before the older woman. "What we did that night, I hated myself enjoying it, but I did enjoy it."

"You enjoyed having me bend you over in front of my entire court?" Alexia spat out the tears welling up in her emerald eyes.

"No," Molly admitted. "I enjoyed how you touched me, having an audience wasn’t a pleasure. Later when it was just the two of us, I wanted you. I needed you. And you gave me several chances to back out and I didn’t. Letting you touch me happened because I was helpless to resist your touch, it wasn’t a part of my plan."

Alexia’s face remained grim as she stood and wrapped a coat around her body. "I need to start dinner," she tossed out. "I’m going to the smoke house, I won’t be long."

"Alexia," Molly tried to halt her.

"Molly, it is Christmas Eve we need a special dinner," Alexia concluded brightly before stepping out in the cold.

"Christmas?" Molly whispered in wonderment. For the first since she was a small child the event brought a smile to her lips.

After they feasted upon the smoked ham and biscuits Molly released a satisfied belch. "Sorry," she blushed as Alexia giggled. "If you keep feeding me like this I’ll be fitting in your trousers very quickly." Molly felt the heat rushing to her cheeks as she gazed over at her companion and became locked in Alexia’s mesmerizing eyes. "Merry Christmas," she finally managed to softly utter. "My apologies for not bringing a gift. I was in a bit of a hurry after that farmer caught me with his daughter."

"Oh so you have been a wicked girl," Alexia responded with a throaty chuckle. "I have no gift to offer you either, I wasn’t expecting company."

"But you have given me a gift," Molly sincerely responded. "You have given me a haven, nursed me back to health and healed my soul."

"It will be a new year in just a few days," Alexia began ramble as she cleaned up the remnants of their meal. "Spring will be coming and you can safely head back down the mountain." Molly’s heart sank as she heard the words. "Or you could stay," Alexia added in a hopeful tone. "I have more than enough money and land to live out the rest of my days and then some. We could add another room to the cabin."

"Trying to kick me out of your bed so soon?" Molly quipped feeling the heat rising once again as her cheeks became flushed. Alexia’s suddenly shy demeanor drew her in as she reached out and clasped the older woman by the hand. She watched in amazement as Alexia’s breathing hitched and her fingers trembled against the blonde’s touch.

"Never," Alexia timidly confessed her eyes locked on their now joined hands. Molly brushed the back of Alexia’s calloused hand with her thumb as she reached up and cupped the brunette’s face with her free hand. She smiled as Alexia leaned into her touch. "Silly that I should feel nervous," Alexia’s voice trembled as their eyes met in a fiery gaze.

"I won’t hurt you this time," Molly vowed as the feelings of remorse consumed her.

"That isn’t why I’m nervous," Alexia quickly corrected her while rubbing her cheek against the palm of the blonde’s hand. "I feel like a virgin bride, something about you makes me feel pure."

"Now I feel nervous," Molly trembled as she closed the distance between them and lightly brushed her lips against Alexia’s. The kiss was a mere peck yet full of promise. "I hate the way we met," she whispered against Alexia’s still trembling lips.

"Forget the pain," Alexia softly urged. "The fates brought us together, that is the only thing I wish to remember," the brunette promised before reclaiming the blonde’s lips. The second kiss was still timid yet lingering as their arms wrapped around the other’s body. Molly’s senses reeled as she felt the rapid beating of Alexia’s heart. She quickly stole another kiss, this time peeking her tongue out and caressing the brunette’s lips. Her pulse quickened as Alexia’s lips parted inviting her in.

Molly gently explored the sweetness of Alexia’s mouth as she felt her shirt being tugged out of her ill-fitting pants. She moaned into the warmth of her lover’s mouth when strong hands began to caress her skin. Molly’s tongue playfully teased Alexia’s while she wrapped long silky stands of hair in her fingers. Her body pulsated with desire as Alexia’s hands drifted up along the curves of her body. Her nipples hardened with anticipation when she felt shy fingers brushing along the swell of her breasts.

"I want to touch you to be touched by you," Molly confessed as her fingers danced lightly across the tiny buttons of the brunette’s dress. She easily snapped open each button as her lover’s fingers brushed lightly against her nipples. Molly slowly lowered her lover’s dress allowing it to fall down the brunette’s shoulders. Her eyes never leaving the splendor of Alexia’s body as she continued to undress her.

Alexia groaned with disappointment as her touch was forced to leave Molly’s body, so the blonde could finish removing her clothing. Molly kissed her lover’s skin as each cumbersome garment fell to the floor. She smiled with delight as her lover’s body was finally revealed to her eager gaze. She simply stood there drinking in the vision of Alexia’s naked form bathed in the firelight.

Timidly she reached out tracing her lover’s flesh with her fingertips her senses coming to life as she felt Alexia’s body trembling from her touch. She nestled her face between her lover’s breast kissing her skin softly as Alexia’s fingers played with her long blonde hair and massaged her scalp. She traced the swell of her lover’s breasts as she listened to the soft sighs Alexia was releasing.

Molly took her time savoring the taste of her lover’s flesh. Her heart swelled as the tenderness of the moment consumed her. She needed to take things slowly caught up in a passion born of love and raw desire. "This is so new to me," she confessed as she traced the rose colored bud with her tongue.

"And me," Alexia gasped pressing her lover closer to her flesh. Molly’s tongue flickered against the bud she delighted in the feel of it puckering from her touch. She captured it between her lips and suckled her lover’s nipple urgently as Alexia’s body arched against her. "Molly," Alexia gently cooed while pressing more of her flesh against her lover’s eager lips. The blonde suckled her lover hard while she captured Alexia’s other nipple between her tiny fingers.

She could feel Alexia quivering against her never releasing her nipples from her touch she guided the taller woman backward until they fell onto the bed. She covered Alexia’s body with her own still suckling her greedily. She loved the feel of Alexia wriggling beneath her as she teased her. Needing to feel more she began to kiss and taste her way down the brunette’s long lean body. Molly murmured with pleasure, as she tasted every inch of her lover’s body. Alexia giggled softly as Molly’s tongue dipped playfully in her navel. The blonde was pleasantly surprised when Alexia moaned her body jerking up when Molly kissed the curve of her hips. "Ah, I think I found a sensitive spot," she taunted her lover as she continued to lick the sensitive spot before her mouth moved further down the brunette’s body.

She moaned softly as she kissed Alexia’s thighs the musky aroma of her lover’s passion greeting her touch. She blew a warm breath against her lover’s triangle before slowly tracing the inside of her quivering thighs with the tip of her tongue. Molly felt her desire growing, as she tasted her lover’s passion. She parted Alexia’s slick folds with her tongue as she clasped her firm backside and drew her lover to her mouth.

She caressed Alexia’s firm flesh as her tongue glided along her swollen nether lips. Molly’s heart was racing as she feasted upon her lover tasting her for the first time. She stroked her engorged clit slowly needing to make each moment last. She felt Alexia’s legs draping over her back, her heels digging into the blonde’s body as Molly suckled her.

Molly tried to hold her lover steady as she took her harder grinding her own passion against the mattress in a need to quell her desire. She teased her lover by grazing her teeth against her throbbing clit. She curled her tongue and plunged it deep inside of Alexia’s center. Her lover’s body rocked against her as she plunged in and out of her. Alexia whimpered as Molly’s tongue retreated from her warmth. The brunette cried out when Molly once again captured her clit between her lips and her fingers slipped easily inside of her center.

Her mouth and hand moved in unison as she drove her lover closer to the edge. Alexia cried out her name as the brunette’s body trembled against the smaller woman. Fueled on by her lover’s cries of pleasure Molly drove her higher. She could feel her own body quivering as her lover exploded against her. Needing more she continued to feast upon Alexia driving her wild with desire before she begged for Molly to stop.

Molly held her lover wiggling her fingers inside of her as the last waves of passion trickled from Alexia’s body. She kissed the brunette’s stomach as her touch slipped from Alexia’s body. "You’re insatiable," Alexia whimpered. "Now take your clothes off and join me woman," she playfully requested.

"I thought you’d never ask," Molly quipped as she began to disrobe.

"Still so beautiful," Alexia gasped in wonderment as she beckoned her lover to join her. Molly smiled shyly as she covered Alexia’s body with her own. Each of them releasing a deep moan as their skin touched. Their bodies melted together as they became lost in promising kisses. They rocked gently as they rolled across the big bed painting the other’s flesh with their desire as their bodies became one.

Molly tensed slightly as Alexia’s hand slipped between their bodies. Her lover’s touch stilling instantly. "I need you," Molly whispered her reassurance as she clasped her lover’s hand and guided it to her wetness. Alexia guided the smaller woman onto her back as her fingers dipped into the blonde’s passion. Molly moaned with pleasure as she felt Alexia’s long fingers gliding along her sex. The brunette was gentle as she caressed her while Molly watched her lover touching her.

She parted her legs her hips arching up silently begging for her lover to take her. "Please?" She pleaded as Alexia slipped inside of her. She felt complete as Alexia slowly glided in and out of her wetness teasing her clit with the pad of her thumb. Molly’s body rocked against her lover’s gentle rhythm slipping easily into the abyss. She cried out as her body exploded.

Alexia wrapped her up in a loving embrace. "Merry Christmas," the brunette whispered as she kissed Molly’s brow.

"And happy New Year," Molly sighed contently nestled against her lover’s body. As she drifted off to sleep she smiled, thinking that this winter and the coming year was going to be a blessing.

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