The Pirate's Pixie
~ Captain Houk's Revenge
~
a
Novella of
Villainous
Seduction
Captain
James Aloysius Houk had been the villain of a child’s
fantasyland for over two hundred years. As the only
adult in a prepubescent boys' paradise, that's a long
time to be trapped on a phantom island with not one
single anatomically correct female. With the brat
finally gone and the island sunk under the Caribbean
waves, Houk is finally freed from his magical prison.
Cast adrift in the twenty-first century, the pirate
has only one thing in mind: revenge against the pixie
that kept him there.
Everyone knows that a child's laughter makes fairies,
but Captain Houk comes from a far older century and
he remembers what breaks them: Carnal Knowledge.
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“A
Bad Guy has never been so good! Captain James Houk
is a wickedly seductive dominant who does things to
his pretty pixie prisoner she thoroughly enjoys. I
loved every word. Morgan is now firmly on my list
of kinky autobuys!”
- Angela Knight
-
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The pixie stirred
from sleep in a pool of bright sunlight. It was right
in her eyes. She moaned and turned over on her belly.
"Sleep well?"
Houk's voice held lazy amusement.
The pixie groaned.
"Like the dead." And as far as she was concerned,
she was more than willing to go on sleeping too. Her
breath stilled. Something wasn't right.
She swept her hand
across the cushion and found a bar. Okay, so she was
still in the cage, she could feel the cushion under
her. Then she realized that she could feel the cushion
along her entire body. Her eyes popped open. Her dress
was missing. She glanced around. It wasn't anywhere
in the cage.
She lifted her head.
The cage had been moved from the cabinet to Houk's
bedroom. She was on his dresser facing the foot of
his bed with a very close view of Houk lounging upright
against the headboard with a newspaper strewn across
the covers. His broad furry chest was completely bare
above the covers.
She scowled. "Houk,
where is my dress?"
"The handkerchief?"
Houk turned a page of his paper. "I have it."
"Give it back!"
She sat up with her arms over her breasts. "It's
mine! My boys gave that to me!"
"Actually it
belongs to me." Houk snorted. "The brats
stole it." He raised his chin. "That was
the last actual handkerchief I had from my former
life as a privateer. Did you never notice the monogram?
They were my initials."
The pixie winced.
"I…I can't read."
Houk nodded sagely.
"That can be remedied."
"Houk, I'm naked!"
"So I see."
His gaze raked her nude form and a predatory smile
graced his lips. "You're quite lovely, did you
know that?"
The pixie sputtered.
He thought she was lovely? Well, he was rather nice
to look at too, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
Not to mention that looking at him was stirring all
those strange feelings again. She turned her head
away. "Would you please find me something to
wear? And get yourself dressed!"
"I prefer you
in the nude."
The pixie fisted her
hands. "Well I don't!"
"Then, I guess
you'll have to expend some magic and make something
to wear."
She leveled a glare
at him. "You know I damn well can't do big magic
in this cage! I have to be in flight to do something
like that!"
Houk shook his head
slowly and tisked. "Then naked you shall remain."
"Oh you stinking
pirate!" The pixie dropped down flat and howled
while pounding the cushion with her fists and kicking
her feet.
Houk smiled. "Such
a child-like display while vastly entertaining in
your current state of undress, is very unbecoming
in a young lady."
The pixie raised her
head. "I'm not a young lady, I'm a pixie!"
She thumped the cushion with her fist. "Will
you get dressed?" She couldn't take much more
of all this naked nudity.
Houk folded the newspaper
and set it to one side. "Unfortunately, I can
not. At least not just yet."
"Why not?"
Houk caught the edge
of his blanket. "I have to do something about
this first." He pulled the blankets away with
a dramatic flourish. He was utterly naked. He spread
his legs giving her an unobstructed view between strong
thighs of the entire length of his profoundly erect
cock rising proudly above his plump ball sack.
The pixie choked.
"Didn't you wear that thing out last night?"
Houk laughed. "Such
is the nature of a man's cock." His eyes narrowed.
"Every morning in fact, without fail."
The pixie winced.
"It looks painful."
"It is quite
the opposite, but it can be inconvenient at times."
Houk smiled slyly. "Perhaps I should have kept
Julie overnight to take care of this for me. She so
enjoys her work."
The pixie swallowed
as every memory from last night crowded into her head.
A seditious coil of excitement tightened in her core.
"Irregardless,
it is a simple matter to take care of one's self."
Houk spit on his palm and wrapped his hand around
his erection. He stroked himself, pulling the sheath
down to expose the purple head. He groaned.
"As hard as I
am, this will not take long." He slid his hand
up then down with a firm grip.
The pixie flinched
back. He was going to make that white creamy stuff,
that cum come out of him again. "Houk! What are
you doing?"
He smiled broadly.
"Masturbation." His ass flexed as he stroked
his cock. "The proper application of one's hand
on one's privates coupled with the stimulus of a fine
imagination." His eyes narrowed. "Or a lovely
view." He licked his palm and squeezed the purple
head of his cock. He groaned. "Would you like
to know what delicious little fantasy entertained
me for the past century or so?"
"No I don't!"
The pixie tightened her arms around her breasts and
shook her head.
Houk licked his lips.
"One morning, a very long time ago, I discovered
you bathing in a pool of morning dew, naked, and unimaginably
exquisite. Your nipples were hard little pebbles and
your cleft was as pink as a rose." He took a
deep breath. "Since that moment I have been imagining
what it would be like to have you full sized and spread
beneath me."
What? The pixie stared.
He had seen her? He wanted…her? Her core gave
a vicious pulse. A spat of moisture smeared her thighs.
She gasped and bit her lip to keep from touching herself.
Houk smiled and his
eyes were as hot as a furnace. "I have been unable
to think of anything other than your sweet body, and
what it would be like to fuck it ever since."
"Stop! I don't
want to hear any more!" She turned her back on
him and found herself facing the mirror. She could
clearly see Houk tugging on his cock and her own naked
breasts tipped with flushed and hardening nipples.
Houk's smile was hungry.
"You can cover your ears if you like, but you
cannot hide that luscious body from me, not anymore."
"You're awful!"
She closed her eyes but she could still hear his hurried
breaths and the slapping sound of his hand working
his cock.
"I have been
a villain for over two hundred years. Some habits
take time to overcome. Now where was I? Oh yes…"
His breathing quickened. "I imagined spreading
the petals of your tender sex and tasting the sweet
salty dew of your arousal with my tongue."
The pixie breath caught,
imagining his head between her spread thighs, his
long silky hair spilling over her, his tongue on her
secret flesh, licking the tiny nub at the top of her
cleft.
"I imagined filling
my hands with your breasts, and sucking on your pink
nipples."
The pixie squeezed
her breasts with her arms. His mouth would be hot
and wet; his teeth would pinch deliciously. Her nipples
burned.
Houk groaned. "I
imagined pushing my cock into your tight wet cunt."
The pixie whimpered.
He'd be big and hard. Her empty core clenched in demand.
Houk gasped for breath.
"I would fill my hands with your plump ass and
fuck you; rocking your body with my thrusts as your
hips bucked against mine, fucking me just as hard."
He moaned. "God! How I would fuck the living
hell out of your tight wet cunt."
The pixie looked helplessly
into the mirror.
His hand moved with
frenzied speed on his cock. Every muscle in his body
tensed. His masculine nipples were hard nubs. His
eyes blazed with sensual heat as he stared at her.
"I could just hear your cries as you came under
me; your body trembling and squeezing my cock with
your exquisite climax. And then I would shove my cock
as deep as it would go and fill your hot little cunt
with my cum."
He choked. "Oh
yes, that did it…" He reached under his
pillow and pulled out a small square of linen. He
wrapped it around his cock and tugged. His throat
released a deep groan and he threw his head back.
"Oh yes, oh fuck!"
Cream erupted from
his cock and spilled over the linen in his hand spattering
a long stream on his belly. "Ah, that's much
better." He continued to tug, milking more cum
from his cock and sighed. "Quite a load too."
He mopped the cream from his belly with the small
bit of cloth, and sat up. "Now that my balls
have been emptied, I can take my shower get some work
done." He got up and tossed the soiled cloth
to the end of the bed. He chuckled as he walked into
the bathroom.
The pixie stared at
the abandoned cloth. She sucked in a sharp breath.
It was her dress.
