May the Father of Understanding Guide Us (Open)

The Admiral pulled back, holding onto Elizabeth so that there was no wall behind her, she was in the air, as Roger slammed into her over and over again, his moans almost turning into primal growls of lust and pleasure, as gravity aided him now in getting deeper into her than ever before, feeling himself hitting her deepest point over and over, hammering it with reckless abandon, losing himself for a moment in the pleasure.

He heard her speak his name, and only spurred him on more. He began to slam into her as if it was the only thing he was meant to do, as if it was his lifes purpose. He made sure to never slow down, never relent, he used all his ferocious skill and power on her, until he felt himself nearing the peak of pleasure.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth was furiously clawing at the Admiral's back in sheer ecstasy as her moans grew louder than ever. She trembled as she finally reached her breaking point, and let out a loud moan; she was practically screaming in pleasure.
"OH MY GOD" Elizabeth cried as she embraced the sensation. She never really knew the pleasure that she was experiencing at that moment. Elizabeth continued with her moans, and groans, and her screaming. She felt as if she had lost her mind from the pleasure, but by God was she enjoying herself.

Roger felt himself grow closer and closer to that point he hated, and wanted to stop it. He couldn't slow down, he couldn't hold back, but he didn't want to hit that peak, not yet. He staggered back, felt the foot of the bed on his legs, and fell back, feeling Elizabeth bounce on him.

"Sorry hen, but Ah dornt quite wanna finish yit."

He smiled up at her, giving her a few spanks, before thrusting up into her again and again. He didn't show it, but that moment of pause had given him exactly what he needed to keep going, until either she or he collapsed. That was his goal.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

"Neither do I" Elizabeth said with a sly smile before she arched her back and began with her rather seductive movements. She used a wider variety of movements than any common whore ever dared to use. After some time, Elizabeth slowly started to move faster. Elizabeth moved forward, wrapped her arms around the Admiral's neck, and pulled the Admiral up against her so that their chests were touching. Elizabeth remained in a slight kneeling position as she bobbed up and down like a ship in a storm, and pressed her lips against the Admiral's. At that moment, she felt like the thunder and lightning of a storm as she moved like the waves known to send hundreds of sailors to a watery grave.

The Admiral felt his body tense with sensations, as he wrapped his arms around Elizabeth and kissed her back deeply, as she let our her skills upon him. She was like nothing he'd ever been with, and he'd been with a lot in his time. He felt her move and flex on him, and he felt like he was going to give in already. He tried to fight back, thrusting up into her, but still she was the dominant power now. He felt helpless, overcome with pleasure and joy, his mind blank for all but this moment. Roger felt as if he was duelling a maelstrom, as if he was fighting with all his own will and the will of the sea itself, as Elizabeth bounced and moved on him. He was overcome.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth smiled devilishly at the Admiral's futile efforts to regain control. In another life, people knew her as a Demon because of her violent acts and how she carried them out. But a rare few knew her as a Demon because of what she was capable of doing in the bedroom. Elizabeth considered a variety of acts she could grant unto the Admiral, but she was enjoying herself far too much to stop. At that point, Elizabeth was sure her moaning could be heard by everyone outside, or by everyone at Santiago de Cuba. Elizabeth was now moving at an ungodly speed with all the strength of a Demon. She ran her fingers through the Admiral's hair as she gently placed her lips against the Admiral's once again; her moans muffled slightly by the kiss.

The mixture of her hips movements, rough and cruel yet passionate, and her hands and her lips, deep and caring and gentle, was enough to end a lesser man. And almost enough to end the Admiral, as he let out a low moan and felt himself throb and pulsate, ready to break. He tried to hold back, to keep himself going, but he simply couldn't. He let out all his passion, his fury, everything Elizabeth had felt, he let it out into her, and let out one last audible gasp and grunt, before finally collapsing. He hadn't expected it, but he'd broken before she did.

"'at... 'at was stoatin. Ahm bludy loupin."

His chest rose and fell rapidly, as he tried to regain even a shred of his strength back. She really had milked him for all his worth.

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Outside, a disgruntled mutinied British captain could hear two things; moaning and screaming, and a brawl. Only the latter interested him at this point. Dropping his half empty bottle of rum he wandered into the Drunken Log, and spotted where the ruckus was. He was gonna join in one way or another.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

"That... was... amazing" Elizabeth breathed as she collapsed on top of the Admiral. She was almost out of breath after their adventure. "I didn't get too rough, did I?" The words battled to escape her lips, but they somehow made it. Elizabeth slid off of the Admiral, and curled up at his side as she rested her head on his chest. "No man has ever been able to do what you did, Admiral" Elizabeth said warmly as she draped her arm over the Admiral's chest. She was a hot mess, and she had poured every ounce of energy into the act.

The Admiral wrapped an arm around Elizabeth, stroking her back gently. It was only then that he realised his own was bleeding, but he didn't care. He sighed happily, and let out a low but delighted sigh. He looked at her, and noticed her hair, disheveled and all over the place. His own must've been the same after that.

"Nae, nae at aw. Ye waur amazin'."

He smiled and ran his hand over her back slowly, closing his eyes and feeling his body already begin to give in to his fatigue. She'd really worn him out.

"Best barnie ay mah life, an' best buck ay mah life. Guess mah luck hasnae rin it yit."

He looked to her and kissed her forehead gently, before laying back and closing his eyes. He really was worn out. Christ.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth already seemed to have nodded off at some point, but sleep for her was rare. For once, her life wasn't being threatened, so she allowed herself to fall asleep for some time. She lay at the Admiral's side as she slept for a precious few minutes. (about half an hour to be exact.)

"I really should get something to eat." Elizabeth looked down at the Admiral, and smiled. "Ag, lekker slaap, ou bul" Elizabeth said quietly before she pulled on her pants, slipped on her boots, and shrugged on her coat before she snuck off to find something to eat.

"Uma paella, por favor" Elizabeth said calmly as she took a seat at the tavern counter. She didn't think she would run into anyone that would recognise her, so she left her mask in the room.

Elizabeth was about halfway through her paella when she noticed a familiar face at the tavern, and she dropped her fork in shock.

"Admiral! The Assassin from your ship! The captain! He's here!" Elizabeth quickly ran over to her weapons, and prepared herself for a fight. She looked and sounded terrified. But she knew that a fight was unavoidable, so she was at least going to be prepared. Elizabeth was ferociously protective of those that she cared for, but now that she had betrayed the Assassins, her life was also in danger whenever there were Assassins around.

(I know it's not Dutch, but it sorta is. If I remember correctly, 'ou bul' is a term of endearment in Afrikaans)

The Admiral had been enjoying his dream. He had to admit, some of it was rather bizarre, and it seemed a little all over the place, but a few things were the same. The setting flicked between Edinburgh and Istanbul, his joys flicked between trade and travel, his life flicked between peaceful and exciting, it was a pleasant change from the norm from him.

Then he was thrown into the waking world by the calls of miss Shay. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and then his forehead, looking at her with a mixture of confusion and anger. She said she'd killed all the Assassins on his ship, how could...

"Th' keptin... Whitehorn? 'at blasted sassenach? If he wants tae barnie me Ah'll tak' his heed aff loch Ah shoold've at Port Royal."

Roger got to his feet and grabbed his trousers, pulled on his shirt and coat, and pulled on his boots before grabbing his belt, looking at the weapons available to him. He knew exactly what he'd be using, and as he clipped it around his waist he pulled up the long golden glowing blade of the ancient people, and brandished it. He felt the same pulse, the same vibrant power, but he felt himself now able to fight it. He looked at Elizabeth, and smiled, glad to not see in his mind any foul things of her now.

"Let's pit 'at dug doon."

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth made sure that her golden flintlocks Thatch had given to her were loaded, and returned them to their holsters.
"Good to see you and the sword have come to an agreement. Now let's deal with that outlander" Elizabeth said with a laugh as she pulled on the Demon's Claw. She wrapped the cloth around her neck and hair before she donned her mask, and drew her hood. Elizabeth freed her boarding axes from their holsters, and ran a finger along the blade to be certain it was sharpened. A faint bubbling sound came from the Demon's Claw, and Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, Seth, there will be blood" Elizabeth chuckled before she turned to face the Admiral, and nodded before she left the room.

Roger left with her, following her close. He wasn't going to get into a fight in the middle of a tavern. He was going to find Daniel, lure the idiot outside, and end the problem before it got any bigger. If there really was a British Captain in the city, who knows, he might be able to hide and let the Spanish deal with it. Could work in his favour, in the end.

But every step he took, he felt the sword try to take over again. For now he was rested enough, calm enough, safe enough that he felt it wouldn't get any control. He trusted that it wouldn't, not yet. But if the chance came, it'd swarm over him and block him out again. He didn't want to go through that. He let the smells of rum and spice into his body, and relished the feeling. For now, he was fine.

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The ex-captain peered through the crowds, drinking yet more rum. His knuckles were split and bloody, and he had a busted lip, but beyond that he felt fine. Drunk and pissed, but fine. He looked through the crowds, spitting Spaniards on their leave or pirates looking for fun, and all kinds of others in the bar. He took another swig of his bottle and frowned, getting up and staggering, slamming into the wall and sliding out the back door.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth carefully maneuvered through the crowd, and quietly followed Whitehorn through the crowd. She tried to blend in as best as she could, and she was proving rather successful. Elizabeth moved quietly with light footsteps as she followed Whitehorn outside.
"I'll take the rooftops" Elizabeth whispered quietly to the Admiral before she scaled a building, and kept a sharp eye on Whitehorn. Assassins, being the ones who normally attacked from above, tended to not look up, just like everyone else. Elizabeth quietly raced along the rooftop in an effort to keep Whitehorn in her sights.

Elizabeth quietly landed in a crouching stance in front of Whitehorn.
"Ah, greetings, Assassin" Elizabeth growled.

The drunkard stopped in his tracks, looking down at the person before him and frowning. He didn't recognise the mask, nor anything else of her. He heard 'Assassin' and safely assumed she was a Templar. He went to draw his sword, but instead grabbed his gun, and fired at the dirt by his foot. He looked down and grumbled, as the crowds around them stopped chattering and moving, and all moved far away from him and his... roadblock. Daniel looked up and around, and then back to the person in front of him.

"'ho arre you supposing to beh?"

He sounded absolutely sloshed, and he genuinely seemed to have forgotten everything that had happened since the gunshot. He looked at her face and frowned. He wasn't sure if she was ugly, or if he was too drunk to tell. Of course, he was just too drunk to tell it wasn't even her face.

Roger moved through the crowds, as he heard a gunshot. He froze for a second, as thoughts ran through his head. Had Daniel shot Elizabeth? Had Elizabeth shot Daniel? He knew which he more feared, but still both thoughts made him run, pushing past Spanish and African alike, trying to get to the pair of them.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth stood up, and dusted herself off as she laughed at Whitehorn's naïvety.
"I have been called many names, Whitehorn, but now they call me El Fantasma; the Phantom" Elizabeth explained coldly as she approached the highly intoxicated Assassin: Daniel Whitehorn. Elizabeth circled the Assassin, and laughed. "What a disgrace. Captain Daniel Whitehorn of the British Royal Navy. But then again, who am I to talk? I've been in far worse places than you, and yet, look at me now. At least I can still shoot straight." Elizabeth moved to stand before the Assassin. She looked around for the Admiral while still keeping an eye on the Assassin before her.

"Pffpfpffp, Royal Navy my arse. Those pricks tossed me off the bloody ship, all 'cause they didn' want a part in the 'hunt for the hero', fucking hypocrites. I don't care who you are, or what you do to make me care, but I'm only looking for one person anymore."

The crowds parted, and Roger Stodd, Admiral, burst through them, his sword ready, as he caught Elizabeth and Daniel in his sights, and made contact with Daniels own eyes. The drunken man roared and pulled out his pistol, aiming straight at the man who ruined him.

"Roger fucking Stodd!"

A bang rang through the crowds, as Roger felt the whiz of lead past his face, and heard the pellet slam into the man behind him, eliciting screams from the crowd as they began to flee in every direction. Roger snarled, looking from him to Elizabeth, as Daniel did the same and laughed, realising even in his drunken stance who it was now.

"Oh, this your pirate whore then, Admiral? Yes, I heard all about that promotion, the promotion you got for being a fucking pansy! I'll cut off her head first and make you watch!"

"Daniel! She's nae part in thes, ye ken 'at an aw as Ah, an' she'd hae yer throat open afair ye coods e'en tooch 'er. Thes is ye an' me. Elizabeth, gie behin' me. Nae arguments."

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

"Even Stodd couldn't take my head, so I won't be giving you that honour" Elizabeth growled as she drew her boarding axe from its holster, and made her way to the Admiral's side. "And there's a nice spot in my collection for that beautiful little skull of yours." Elizabeth rested her unclawed hand on her golden flintlock, growled profanities about the Assassin and his infernal brotherhood. "And It's refuse to stand behind you. However I will stand beside you."

Stodd grumbled something unintelligible as Elizabeth defied him, but didn't bother to argue it. He looked at the Englishman a few feet away from them and frowned, holding his sword tight in both hands. He'd always been a better swordsman than Daniel - the fight at Port Royal had been a rare miss for him, and he blamed that more on the hidden blade than anything else.

"She's even got you speaking your native slur, has she? What's become of you, oh mightiest of the mighty?! Archangel! You were called that! And now look at you, humping a pirate and exposing your northern blood like some filthy fucking mutt!"

Roger growled beneath his breath, tightening his grip. The pulse ran deeper into him, and he fought it off again, but barely enough now. He wanted to attack, to charge the man before him and end it all. He didn't know what had caused that first shot, or if it had even come from here. All he knew was that, if Daniel had fired at Elizabeth, he'd have the captain gutted before them... Even if that was rather hypocritical.

"Just get over here and let me stab you Roger. Let's end it all in a few quick stabs! Then I'll do the same to that pretty whore, but not before having my way of course!"

"Enaw! Ye either stain doon whitehorn, ur Ah pit ye doon! Th' choice is yoors!"

Slowly, the ex-captain drew his sword. Roger didn't need more than that. He moved forward with blistering speed, and in one motion, buried his blade deep into the Englishmans gut. He dropped his sword and pistol, before choking for a moment, gasping in shock.

"You... you stabbed... me..."

Roger buried his blade deeper, before breaking out through Daniels back. He whispered softly enough that only Daniel could heard.

"If Ah see ye ever again, Ah willnae be sae forgivin'."

Daniel gasped again, as the blade was drawn out of his gut, and he fell back onto the dirt with a thud. Roger frowned and looked around him, to the empty area that had once had a crowd, and to Elizabeth - only to see her gone.

"Fur fucks sake..."

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth had already stormed off growling to herself. She seemed absolutely fuming about the whole situation. She eventually found what she was looking for: a tavern.

"Bastards, the whole bloody lot of them! Insensitive pricks and wankers! Men of the Navy with less honour than bloody pirates!" Elizabeth wedged her dagger into the table, and continued with her growls as she stared into her tankard. She would occasionally look around her, only to return to her drink. "Next time I hear someone talking shit about me, I'll kill 'em." One man staggered up to Elizabeth, and set a few coins on the table.
"'Ow much?"
"Oh for fuck's sake" Elizabeth growled before she quickly grabbed the drunk, and slammed his head against the table before throwing him out of the tavern.

"You are a very strong woman, El Fantasma" an elderly gentleman said with a laugh as he sat beside Elizabeth.
"Ah, señor, it is good to see you again. What brings you to Santiago de Cuba?"
"I was just speaking with my cousin, about you." Elizabeth looked up at the elderly gentleman, and handed him a fine bottle of wine.
"Pardon my asking, señor, who is your cousin? And I do believe I did not hear your name."
"Ah, sí. I completely forgot, but when you are as old as I, you forget many things. I am Alejandro Márquez, cousin of Laureano de Torres y Ayala." Elizabeth was hoping that the Admiral would join them; Márquez seemed like a wonderful man.

The Admiral had to thank his sword - though the two of them didn't get along too well, he seemed to still lend his powers to the Scotsman. He could see through walls, hear through time, he felt stronger. And it made finding Elizabeth very easy. He entered the tavern and halted in his steps, as he spotted a figure by her. He frowned, feeling put off by the man, before sitting next to him, rather than Elizabeth.

"Ah was wonderin' whaur yoo'd gain, Elizabeth."

He looked to the bartender and held up one finger, smiling.

"Jist some bucky, please. Ah, wine."

He looked back to Elizabeth, and then to the man between them. He didn't introduce himself. He looked to Elizabeth, hoping she'd do him the honours.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth looked at the Admiral calmly as she took a sip of her rumbullion. He wasn't the source of her anger, and she wanted to explain that to him, but she made it a point to speak with him about that later. No, her anger stemmed solely from certain things that had been said about her. If the Admiral hadn't killed Daniel Whitehorn, Elizabeth would have.
"Señor Márquez, allow me to introduce you to Roger Stodd. Stodd, this gentleman is senõr Alejandro Márquez, cousin of Laureano de Torres y Ayala." Elizabeth spoke quietly as she introduced the two men. Elizabeth removed her mask, and stroked the scars on her face.
"It is an honour to meet you, senõr Stodd. I would address you by your rank, but I will not put you and El Fantasma at risk." Márquez looked at Elizabeth, and shook his head. "I apologise for everything that has happened to you, miss Shay. No one should lose two families, and to have your face scarred so severely with a Spanish tickler... You are a strong woman, Fantasma, and any man should be lucky to call you his wife."
"I'll not be marrying again, senõr Márquez. As you said, I have lost two families. I won't be going through that again, I wouldn't be able to take it. These scars may be considered vile, but a warrior earns their scars, and scars earn respect."

Roger took a sip of his bottle of wine, looking away. He didn't really want to get involved in this discussion; Shay was trying to avoid another loss, Roger was hoping to fill the hole left by his own. It made it a little confusing for him, considering he still wasn't totally sure how he felt about her. It made him feel like a damned teenager all over again.

He had to smile though, when he heard her speak about her scars. He remembered speaking to her about it - he had no idea if it had meant anything, but this made him wonder. He ran a hand over his own face, feeling the scars that she'd given him. Some of the only scars on his entire body, and by far the only ones public. He leant forward onto the bar, and took another swig.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

After the discussion regarding scars and loss, the elderly gentleman left the tavern. Elizabeth grabbed her drink, and pulled up a seat beside the Admiral.
"I'm sorry if I have upset you, Stodd. After everything that Assassin said, I was just so enraged. The way he spoke to you, the way he spoke about me. Why must everyone call me a pirate whore? And when he mentioned having his way with me... I'm sorry, Stodd, but I couldn't take it anymore." Elizabeth looked into the Admiral's eyes, and smiled warmly. He had managed to calm her down simply by being there; strange, considering that he once tortured, shot, and hunted her. Elizabeth took a sip of her rumbullion, and stared into the tankard. "Then I ran into senõr Márquez, and we had a drink as we discussed some business." Elizabeth sighed quietly as she thought of what she had said to the elderly gentleman.

Chuckling lightly, after sucessfully winning mutiple bottles of whiskey, and some more mugs of rum, Damian had yet to notice Stodd and Shay. He took a wholesome gulp of his whiskey first, and set it down. God, he had come full circle now, hasn't he? First a Templar, then Assassin... and supposed to be a Templar again. Looking about the room, Damian didn'f see much that intrigued him, except for one thing - Admiral Stodd.. Of course, the Admiral of the Royal navy would be one of the first to come to a Tavern/Inn. Finishing his whiskey, Damian waved towards the Admiral, and who he assumed to be Elizabeth, before he took a big chug of his Rum. He had only been out for two hours, yet, as true to his reputation, managed to get rum and whiskey.