A/N: I was shocked to find out that there were no M-rated JonesXElizbeth fics….so I just had to write one. Let me know what you think; please review!!
Elizabeth found herself in Captain Davy Jones personal cabin aboard the Flying Dutchman. It was a stormy night outside, and the wind was howling loudly, rain spattering against the wood of the ship. Elizabeth stood, nervously awaiting the arrival of Captain Jones himself…she had a deal to make with the terrifying man.
Elizabeth knew how much Jones hated Calypso after her betrayal of him, and she also knew that his male flesh must hunger for the touch of a soft woman again. She had in mind the perfect bargaining chip for the deal she wanted to make: herself. Elizabeth had every intention of giving herself to Jones in return for Will's freedom, along with his father's, and the clearing of Jack's debt if she was lucky.
At the moment, she sat nervously in the Captain's cabin, awaiting Jones' arrival. To get onto the ship she had used Jack's infamous compass to track Jones' ship, and then posed a shipwrecked woman to make it onto the vessel. She had not yet been seen by Jones, and was anxious to begin bartering with him.
Just then, the door slammed back on its hinges, and in stalked Jones, his peg leg making a dull thump on the rug-covered boards of the deck. Thump…Thump…Thump…Thump
Jones walked over to Elizabeth, and stared her straight in the face. He gave her a searching look all over, his eyes lingering on her half-exposed breasts for a moment.
"You," he said, "are neither dead nor dying. Why are you on my ship?" He gave her a quelling look.
"I am here to make a bargain with you, Captain Jones."
He scoffed at the notion. "A bargain? Who are you to presume you can bargain with me?" Jones turned haughtily away and thumped his way over to a table a few feet across the room.
"My name is Elizabeth Swann, and I have something you want."
"Indeed?" He asked, turning to eye her with a mild curiosity.
"And what be that, my lady?" Jones was hungrily eyeing her breasts and long legs, but then quickly turned away and began pouring himself a glass of port.
"Me." Elizabeth said confidently.
Jones whirled to give her a piercing glance. He looked deep into her eyes, and saw that her offer was not in jest. Obviously intrigued, Jones pressed for details.
"What will ye ask in return? Such a…fair young woman would not willingly giver herself to a man like me without expecting some sort of repayment." Jones stated…correctly.
"I am here to barter for the freedom of two of your crew members."
"Aye? And who be they?" A slightly look of amusement crossed Jones' be-tentacled face.
"William Turner, and Bootstrap Bill Turner. And if you are feeling particularly generous, and find me pleasing, I wish to clear Jack Sparrow's name and debt as well."
Jones went wide-eyed at her proposition. She dares ask for three men's freedom…in return for one night? He thought to himself. He needed to clear up some technicalities. Eying her again, Jones finally spoke.
"Tell me, girl, have ye been with a man before?"
Elizabeth's checks tinged slightly pink, and she raised her head a fraction of an inch before answering.
"No, never. That is what makes my offer so unique. I wager the Captain has not felt the touch of pure, virginal flesh in many years."
Jones felt a throb in his trousers at her words, and direct manner. Aye it had been many a year since he had felt the soft caress of an untouched woman. Jones' eyes went glassy as he imagined himself mounted on this fair young thing before him, and had to quickly turn away from her to hide the strong rod that was forming in his breeches. He was enjoying the prospect of this offer very much. Deciding to push the deal a bit farther, Jones spoke again.
"One night is not payment enough for the freedom of three men. For the one night I will give you Bill Turner. For a second, you may have William."
Elizabeth eyed Jones and weighed the Captain's proposal. Two nights was not so bad. To free the men she could handle that. But Jones had said nothing of Jack.
"And for Jack?" She asked warily.
"Jack has a heavy debt and longstanding feud with me, my lady. His price will be considerably higher." Elizabeth felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"His price?" She asked, worry evident in her voice.
Jones turned to face her; he now had his…emotions under control. "For the clearing of Jack's name, I want you to agree to meet with me every ten-year period for thirty years. That is only subjecting yourself to me three times, and it earns Jack's freedom. What say ye?
Elizabeth blanched at the man's offer. Could she possibly live for thirty years with the knowledge that she must submit herself to this man before her? But then Jack's face popped into her head; his scraggly hair and beard, gilded teeth, perfect nose, and impishly dashing grin. Was that really so high a price to pay for Jack's continued happiness and freedom? To free such a dear friend, Elizabeth knew she would agree to Jones' price.
She looked him squarely in the eye, and noticed his anticipation of her answer. "We have an accord, Captain Jones." Elizabeth said with false confidence.
"Good. Get on the bed." Jones said hastily. His erection had returned and was throbbing for release inside this young beauty before him. Jones knew he had just assured himself a piece of maiden-flesh for the next thirty years of his miserable life, and was highly pleased with himself.
Elizabeth had expected the Captain's directness, and did an about-face, marching over to the bed. She kicked off her boots, and pulled her tri-corn hat off her head, allowing her dirty blonde locks to tumble down her back.
Jones came up behind her, and began grinding his hardened cock against her backside.
"You are fair and young. I shall enjoy being the recipient of your maiden-stain." He rasped into her ear, sending shivers down her back. What had she gotten herself into? Elizabeth decided to act her way through this, and put on a coy smile. She turned her head so that he could see the side of her face, and spoke softly, seductively.
"And I shall enjoy giving it to you, Captain Jones." As she spoke, Jones slithered a tentacle from his misshapen right hand up her arm and under her shirtsleeve, caressing her soft flesh. His clawed left hand he simply wrapped around her waist, drawing her close to him. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaled her female scent, and growled deep in his chest.
Thrusting his hips against her round backside, he elicited a small gasp of surprise from the young woman he held in his arms.
"If that surprises ye," he said with a wicked grin and chuckle, "then ye had best prepare yourself for the night ahead."
Jones' beard tentacles began rising and slithering their way onto Elizabeth's neck, and she gasped at the cool feel of them caressing her sensitive skin. Perhaps this would not be all bad.
Jones gently caressed the woman, wanting her primed and ready for when he plunged into her. He began moving forwards toward the bed, and she moved willingly with him. He turned her around so that she faced him, and trailed a tentacle down her neck to the hollow at the base of her collarbone. His eyes devoured her curvaceous feminine form, and he slowly slid one tentacle down her shirt.
Elizabeth felt goose bumps rise on her flesh as the cool touch of Jones caressed her breasts; her mouth opened in a small "o" of surprise when he brushed over her nipple.
Smirking, Jones removed his tentacles and placed some distance between them. His nimble tentacles untied the sash around her waist, and unbuckled her sword belt. He managed to grip the hem of her shirt, and pulled it off over her head as she obediently lifted her arms.
Her full breasts bounced into view, and his erection jerked at the sight of them: full, supple globes with large pink nipples. Eying them, he imagined they would make a pleasurable mouthful. He would know soon enough.
As Jones eyed her breasts, Elizabeth allowed herself to slip her eyes down to the bulge in his trousers. Deciding to be bold, she raised a hand to it, and cupped him through the fabric. Jones jumped slightly, then moaned as she applied slight pressure to his aching member.
Seeing the reaction her movements achieved, Elizabeth decided she wanted to do a little exploring. Reaching for Jones' belt, Elizabeth undid it and allowed it to thud to the floor near her own. She looked into Jones' hungry eyes, and found permission to undress him further.
Slipping his coat from his shoulders, she was surprised to see he was rather muscular. She then pushed his hat from his head, pulled off his shirt, and dropped down to remove his boots. She paused, with her nose at his groin, and allowed him to think about what her face could be doing in that area.
Rising, she laid a hand on his cool flesh. Surprisingly, it was not slimy or wet—just cool and slightly more bumpy than a normal man's flesh. He still had pink nipples—which were as peaked as Elizabeth's with desire—and a shockingly toned physique.
Feeling daring, Elizabeth slipped a hand into Jones' trousers, and firmly grasped the long, firm cock she found there. Experimenting, she gripped it firmly, then jerked her hand. Jones gasped, and her hand was slightly wetted by some slick substance. Elizabeth removed her hand, and raised it to her mouth. She licked her fingers, and Jones' eyes blazed at the sight of Elizabeth licking his pre-come off her fingers.
Unable to take the torture anymore, Jones ripped off his own trousers, then pulled Elizabeth's fully off as well. He pushed her onto the bed, and crashed his mouth onto hers in a hungry kiss.
To his complete and utter surprise, she returned the kiss with fervor. He felt heat emanating from her body, and realized that she desired him as much as he desired her.
Emboldened by this realization, he slithered his tongue down her neck, and she threw her head back in pleasure. Not bothering with the kissing and caressing of lovers any longer, Jones immediately put his mouth to one of those nipples he had been eying. Elizabeth gasped in shock at the pleasure, and arched her back into his head.
Jones sucked hard on her hard bud, and wrapped a beard-tentacle around her other nipple, applying suction. He drew part of her breast into his mouth, and teased her tightly peaked nipple with his teeth, alternately biting it hard, then laving it with his tongue.
He simultaneously suckled her breasts with mouth and tentacle. Jones continued licking, kissing, biting, and sucking her nipples, until Elizabeth was nearly thrashing from desire and pleasure.
Meanwhile, Jones had meandered his right hand downwards, and placed it between her heated thighs. He slowly inserted one tentacle into her soft folds, and touched her hardened bud. Elizabeth's hips bucked against his hand, and she nearly screamed in pleasure.
Taking this as a cue to go further, Jones pushed one tentacle into her entrance, and wriggled it back and forth. Now fully screaming, Elizabeth grasped the bed sheets and twisted under Jones' ministrations. Jones was glad of the howling storm; no one would hear the incredible sounds he was extracting from this woman over the noise of the wind.
Pushing his nimble digit further into her hot wetness, Jones noticed how tight Elizabeth was, and felt a pulse in his cock at the thought of having her soft flesh wrapped around his hefty shaft. He poked and prodded, wriggled and thrust into her body, being careful not the break her maidenhood. Elizabeth was completely lost to the pleasure Jones was wringing from her body, and barely noticed when he began positioning himself over her.
Slipping a second tentacle into her wetness, Jones prepared himself for thrusting, when something unexpected happened: she came. Suddenly his tentacles were coated with warm liquid, and Elizabeth was screaming at the top of her voice.
Quickly pumping his tentacles in and out of the writhing woman beneath him, Jones did all he could to ensure she experienced an extreme climax. When her walls had stopped convulsing around his tentacles, Jones pulled them out of Elizabeth, and licked them clean. Turned on by Jones' behavior, a panting Elizabeth flashed him a seductive smile. She was ready for a chance to return his pleasure.
Nearly reading her thoughts, Jones turned over onto his back, his cock sticking straight up into the air. Unwilling to waste time, Elizabeth quickly positioned herself over his legs, barely noticing the peg leg.
She slithered her tongue over his hardness, and ever so gently took his head into her mouth. She sucked lightly, moving her head up and down a bit. Jones groaned and moaned as she moved, and thrust his hips slightly. Elizabeth then lightly bit his head, and Jones growled in pleasure, and then she slid her tongue down the underside of his shaft. Taking his length into her mouth once more, she applied a healthy suction, and went to work on Jones, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
Wanting to really shock him, Elizabeth removed her mouth. Jones grunted in disappointment, but then hissed in pleasure as he felt Elizabeth suck his balls into her mouth. She sucked at them lightly, and swirled her tongue over them individually. She rolled and suckled them, until Jones' ragged breathing suggested that she return her head to his cock if she wanted to taste his come again.
Taking his head into her hot mouth, Elizabeth sucked for all she was worth, squeezed his balls with a free hand, and swallowed quickly as Jones came, bellowing and spewing hot streams of seed into her waiting mouth.
When he had finished, Elizabeth let his softening cock out of her mouth, and placed herself on top of Jones. She had just satisfied him, but was now ready for release again herself. Grinding her nipples into Jones' stomach, Elizabeth took one of his nipples into her mouth. Her hands fondled, squeezed, and pulled on his cock and balls, and he felt his desire mounting.
Feeling naughty and daring, Elizabeth rolled off of Jones. She lay on her back, and spread her knees wide. Inserting a finger into her own folds, she took her small bud in her fingers, and pleasured herself. Raising a hand to her breast, she rolled and pinched her nipples, and loudly moaned in pleasure. Watching Jones' reactions, Elizabeth gauged what she needed to do. By the time he had a sufficient hard on, she was pumping her fingers into her wetness, her thumb rolling over her bud, and her other hand manipulating her nipples.
Ready for the feel of her glorious wetness wrapped around his cock, Jones' stopped Elizabeth short of her coming, and positioned himself over her, his head teasing her sensitive flesh.
Elizabeth gasped, so ready, and Jones made a hard swoop upwards. Elizabeth screamed in pain, but Jones stroked it out, bringing her pleasure to overwhelm the pain. Slow and deliberately, he thrust into the panting woman beneath him. Her nails dug into his back, and her legs wrapped themselves around his waist of their own accord.
Feeling the tight caress of Elizabeth, Jones began thrusting faster. He pulled himself nearly completely out of her, then slammed his hips into hers in an effort to hit bottom. He did, and Elizabeth shrieked in ecstasy. Jones knew he had found her spot.
Taking long, deep strokes, Jones took a tentacle and simultaneously caressed her bud. Elizabeth's walls clamped down on him, and his eyes rolled back at the feel of the friction created.
His breathing becoming erratic, Jones' thrusts became shorter and faster, yet he somehow managed to keep hitting bottom. Elizabeth felt her desire for release rising higher and high, and urged Jones on by tightening her legs around his waist, and voluntarily squeezing his cock tighter with her inner muscles.
Growling deeply, Jones decided to try a new tactic on this panting beauty. He rotated his hips in large circles, swirling his cock inside her, stretching her walls. Elizabeth screamed in shock, and she moaned and sighed in pleasure. With every twist, his head grazed her sweet spot, and her juices gushed and gushed to lubricate their motions.
Feeling that she could stand it no longer, Elizabeth raised her head to whisper in Jones' ear.
"Bring me." She said heatedly.
Roaring, Jones increased his stroking speed, and made wonderful combination thrusts and twists. At the edge, Elizabeth felt her entire body tense, and then spiral out of control as she tipped into the chasm of blind pleasure.
Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her body, and Jones came in response to her. He shot streams of seed into her wetness, and Elizabeth could feel the hotness pulsing into her.
They rode their orgasms out, until they collapsed, panting onto the bed. Jones rolled off Elizabeth, and she threw a slippery leg over him, touching her wetness to his flesh. Jones felt tingles run through him at the feel of her, and she began touching his cock and balls again after a few minutes, obviously vying for round two.
"Patience, lass." He said, and drifted off to sleep. Elizabeth was not so easily put off, however. She continued to manipulate him until his cock stood at full and rigid attention, despite his slumber.
Deciding a soft woman riding him would be a sufficient wakeup call, Elizabeth climbed on top of him. She knelt over his cock, and rotated her hips so that his head swirled about just past the muscles of her entrance. Moaning, Elizabeth raised a hand to her nipple, and rolled it between her fingers.
But then she felt her hand smacked away, and her rotations countered by Jones'. He was now fully awake, and wrapped a tentacle around her nipple, and swirled his hips opposite hers to create glorious friction.
They stroked and ground one another for a while, until Jones suddenly grasped Elizabeth's hips and yanked her down onto him, fully sheathing his cock in her heat. Elizabeth moaned, and Jones continued rotating his hips, stretching her insides once more.
Elizabeth began rocking and moving up and down on Jones, and he met her motions with thrusts and twists of his own. Elizabeth rode Jones for a while, but then he took control. He sat up with her in his arms, and slid off the bed, surprisingly sturdy on his peg leg bearing the weight of two people. Surprised, Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Jones, waiting to see what he would do.
She then felt her back pressed against the cabin wall; Jones had her suspended in the air, pinioned by his body. Elizabeth was fine with this arrangement, and began clenching around him.
Jones gave her a wicked smile, and then began furiously thrusting into her. His cock drove into her heat, pounding her sweet spot, and beating her senseless in pleasure. Jones stroked her until she was trembling and screaming for release. Then they simultaneously touched one another, Jones touching Elizabeth's bud, and she squeezing his balls.
They came together, and screamed and howled in pleasure. With surprising residual strength after his climax, Jones carried Elizabeth over to the bed and they both collapsed onto it. They fell into a deep and erotic sleep, hands placed on the other's most sensitive places.
A/N: Tune in for chapter two! The second night! Dun Dun DUN! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!! I need to know if you liked it or not. Reviews are what make me want to keep writing. Hope you enjoyed it!