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Pirates of Dark Water: Bloth/Tula.
Title:Weakness.
Fandom:Pirates of Dark Water.
Pairing:Bloth/Tula.
Prompt: 033 - Too Much.
Rating: R (Sex).
Word Count: 912.
Summary: Bloth's lust has flared up and Tula, who can't physically defend herself against him, has no choice but to let him do what he wants with her.
Disclaimer: Pirates of Dark Water and the characters within belong to Warner Brothers.
Note: Based on a 'what if...' situation. What if Tula had taken up the position of commander on the Maelstrom when Bloth offered her it?
“How old are you, Bloth?”
Tula’s question caused Bloth to raise his eyebrows. “Why do you want to know?”
“No reason.” Tula shrugged, she did actually have a reason but she didn’t want to challenge his temper by telling him that she had only asked his age in an attempt to distract him.
It was another night in which Bloth’s lust had flared up and this time, like a few unfortunate times before, she hadn’t been given any drugged wine to cloud her mind. She knew that she couldn’t refuse him, he’d simply take her by force, and the drugged wine he’d given her in the past had actually made the event much more bearable, at least then she had little memory of it.
Bloth’s large hand was at her throat, occasionally tightening and causing her to shudder. “Are you cold, Tula?” he asked, as her body shuddered again.
He knows that’s not why I’m shuddering, she thought bitterly. “No, if anything I’m warm...Bloth,” she gritted her teeth as she said his name and he glared at her in response.
“Good.”
A sharp pain stung between Tula’s legs, and she dug her nails into Bloth’s shoulder in retaliation. It didn’t seem to affect him, in fact she could’ve sworn he snickered, though the pain had momentarily distracted her and she couldn’t be sure. “It hurts,” she spat.
“It always does, at first.” Bloth grinned, exposing his few rotten teeth.
It always did hurt her when she had to go through this with a clear mind and when the pain would eventually subside she felt very little. She could feel him moving inside of her and occasionally twinges of pleasure would follow but it was a purely physical feeling and one which disgusted her greatly.
“Bloth...sir, are we going to port, tomorrow?” it seemed a stupid question to bring up at that moment but any distraction would slow down his pace and spare her too much pain.
Bloth didn’t respond at first, he moved his hand from her throat and placed it on her breast. His hand was large enough to more than cover it and he kneaded at it harshly. He did this for a few moments before he actually decided to answer her question, “no, I don’t see why we should. My men can survive on what we have.”
“There’s very little left.”
“There’s enough for most. A few of the weaker men get ill and die, what problem is it of mine? They were weak and new crew members are available by the handful. Treasure is what matters to me.”
“You’re a pirate, after all.” The pain Tula had felt was starting to ease but she still dug her nails into his, now very sore looking, shoulder.
He pulled his shoulder back slightly, but it seemed as if it were more uncomfortable to him, rather than actually painful. “You don’t become a pirate lord by caring,” he said bluntly.
“You were never a caring man.” Tula couldn’t make herself believe Bloth had ever been anything but what he was now. Even as a child...if he’d ever even been a child.
“No, I wasn’t,” Bloth ran a hand through her hair, “greedy, bloodthirsty, hateful...I know what I am Tula, I don’t wish to be anything else.”
“Why?”
“Why would I?” Bloth frowned and gripped her hair tightly, “anything else is weakness.” He yanked her head back by her hair, causing her to yelp.
“Let go!” she hissed, her one hand moved from Bloth’s shoulder to his chest and she raked her nails down it. The other hand gripped a pillow next to her head, the hand almost shaking as her grip got tighter.
This time, she managed to actually hurt Bloth and he growled in her face. “Wench, I could kill you right now,” he spat, “do you want me to throw your worthless body overboard?”
Tula breathed heavily, trying to steady her nerves. This wasn’t a mood she wanted to keep him in as she knew his threats were always real. “No,” she muttered, “I’m sorry.”
His expression immediately softened and she felt his body relax. “Fine,” he said simply.
She lay silently for the rest of the time it took, not daring to say another word in case his anger flared up again. It only felt like a few more moments before she felt a familiar tremble in his body and a harsh grunt in her ear that told her it was over.
***
Deeper into the night, Tula couldn’t sleep, she lay awake and glanced at the strange blurs in the dark, keeping her mind occupied by deciding what the blurs looked like the most. Her body was tired and willing her to sleep but her mind was stressed from the events of hours before and couldn’t make itself shut down.
Bloth, who had been in a deep sleep since his head hit the pillow beside her, was breathing heavily and had one of his arms draped over Tula’s body, making her fearful of moving in case he woke up.
Tula sighed and pulled the blanket that covered her tighter around her shoulders. It was quite warm on the ship, and Bloth had a pretty generous amount of body heat, but she still felt a slight chill go through her. She bit her lip as her eyes started to water and her vision blurred slightly,this is it, isn’t it? She didn’t bother to wipe her eyes, but just closed them and tried to get some sleep.
Title: My Own Fun.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Pairing: Tula/Bloth.
Prompt: 001 - Beginnings.
Word Count: 182
Rating: PG
Summary: Tula is the new commander of the Maelstrom and asks her new captain, Bloth, about her duties for the day.
Disclaimer: The Pirates of Dark Water and the characters within belong to Warner Brothers.
Note: Based on a 'what if...' situation. What if Tula had taken up the position of commander on the Maelstrom when Bloth offered her it?
“I’m glad you decided to be my commander, Tula.”
“It’s good pay, Bloth.” Tula replied disinterestedly, looking around the deck of the monstrous ship.
Bloth laughed heartily, “I agree, it is.”
Tula folded her arms and sighed. “So, what are my duties today?”
“We’re docked for the day,” Bloth glanced at his crew, who were fast leaving the ship and heading to the local town, “just keep an eye on the crew.”
“Can’t you do that?”
“I would, but then I wouldn’t have time for any fun of my own, would I?”
“What kind of fun would that be?” Tula placed her hands on her hips, eyeing the captain suspiciously.
“Gambling and drinking, mostly.” Bloth smirked, “what did you think I meant?”
“Gambling and drinking.”
“I see.” Bloth stroked his beard slowly for a few moments before speaking again, “well, I think I will join my crew in town. If you have any problems, do come and find me.” He turned away from Tula and strolled off the ship, disappearing around a nearby corner.
Tula rolled her eyes. "Gambling and drinking...of course."
Title: Standards.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula/Bloth
Prompt: 034 - Not Enough.
Word Count: 271.
Rating: PG.
Summary: A small, slightly strange, conversation about standards between Tula and Bloth, Tula showing a clear dislike towards Bloth and her situation with him.
Disclaimer: The Pirates of Dark Water and the characters within belong to Warner Brothers.
Note: Based on a 'what if...' situation. What if Tula had taken up the position of commander on the Maelstrom when Bloth offered her it?
“So, am I everything you wanted, Bloth?” Tula sighed as she attempted to straighten her hair with her fingers.
Bloth, who was sitting at his desk, turned towards her and tilted his head curiously, “do you think you are?”
Tula shrugged. “I wouldn’t expect your standards to be too high, Bloth, I can’t imagine you having much contact with women.”
Bloth smiled, exposing his ragged teeth, “being a pirate lord has more advantages than you may think.”
“With a certain type of woman,” Tula snorted.
She didn’t expect Bloth to react too kindly to that comment but, to her surprise, he just chuckled lightly and shook his head. “You may not be quite up to my standards, my dear.”
“What’s wrong with me, then?” Tula folded her arms and stood firm.
Bloth got up from his chair and strolled over to her, placing a hand under her chin, “you’re a frail-looking little thing, Tula. Petite can be attractive, I admit, but I would prefer a slightly larger girl.” He paused for a moment, casting his eyes downward, before continuing. “Your breasts, too, they’re very small, I would prefer more.”
Tula noticed his hand reaching for her breast and immediately jumped back out of his reach. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, though, doesn’t it?”
“I can live with that.” Bloth smiled and, stepping towards her, ran a hand through Tula’s hair; she visibly shuddered but didn’t move away from him.
“I don’t suppose you’ll be going anywhere soon.” Tula mumbled under her breath, though it was loud enough for Bloth to hear.
“You won’t be going anywhere either.”
“I know, Bloth.”
Title:Weakness.
Fandom:Pirates of Dark Water.
Pairing:Bloth/Tula.
Prompt: 033 - Too Much.
Rating: R (Sex).
Word Count: 912.
Summary: Bloth's lust has flared up and Tula, who can't physically defend herself against him, has no choice but to let him do what he wants with her.
Disclaimer: Pirates of Dark Water and the characters within belong to Warner Brothers.
Note: Based on a 'what if...' situation. What if Tula had taken up the position of commander on the Maelstrom when Bloth offered her it?
“How old are you, Bloth?”
Tula’s question caused Bloth to raise his eyebrows. “Why do you want to know?”
“No reason.” Tula shrugged, she did actually have a reason but she didn’t want to challenge his temper by telling him that she had only asked his age in an attempt to distract him.
It was another night in which Bloth’s lust had flared up and this time, like a few unfortunate times before, she hadn’t been given any drugged wine to cloud her mind. She knew that she couldn’t refuse him, he’d simply take her by force, and the drugged wine he’d given her in the past had actually made the event much more bearable, at least then she had little memory of it.
Bloth’s large hand was at her throat, occasionally tightening and causing her to shudder. “Are you cold, Tula?” he asked, as her body shuddered again.
He knows that’s not why I’m shuddering, she thought bitterly. “No, if anything I’m warm...Bloth,” she gritted her teeth as she said his name and he glared at her in response.
“Good.”
A sharp pain stung between Tula’s legs, and she dug her nails into Bloth’s shoulder in retaliation. It didn’t seem to affect him, in fact she could’ve sworn he snickered, though the pain had momentarily distracted her and she couldn’t be sure. “It hurts,” she spat.
“It always does, at first.” Bloth grinned, exposing his few rotten teeth.
It always did hurt her when she had to go through this with a clear mind and when the pain would eventually subside she felt very little. She could feel him moving inside of her and occasionally twinges of pleasure would follow but it was a purely physical feeling and one which disgusted her greatly.
“Bloth...sir, are we going to port, tomorrow?” it seemed a stupid question to bring up at that moment but any distraction would slow down his pace and spare her too much pain.
Bloth didn’t respond at first, he moved his hand from her throat and placed it on her breast. His hand was large enough to more than cover it and he kneaded at it harshly. He did this for a few moments before he actually decided to answer her question, “no, I don’t see why we should. My men can survive on what we have.”
“There’s very little left.”
“There’s enough for most. A few of the weaker men get ill and die, what problem is it of mine? They were weak and new crew members are available by the handful. Treasure is what matters to me.”
“You’re a pirate, after all.” The pain Tula had felt was starting to ease but she still dug her nails into his, now very sore looking, shoulder.
He pulled his shoulder back slightly, but it seemed as if it were more uncomfortable to him, rather than actually painful. “You don’t become a pirate lord by caring,” he said bluntly.
“You were never a caring man.” Tula couldn’t make herself believe Bloth had ever been anything but what he was now. Even as a child...if he’d ever even been a child.
“No, I wasn’t,” Bloth ran a hand through her hair, “greedy, bloodthirsty, hateful...I know what I am Tula, I don’t wish to be anything else.”
“Why?”
“Why would I?” Bloth frowned and gripped her hair tightly, “anything else is weakness.” He yanked her head back by her hair, causing her to yelp.
“Let go!” she hissed, her one hand moved from Bloth’s shoulder to his chest and she raked her nails down it. The other hand gripped a pillow next to her head, the hand almost shaking as her grip got tighter.
This time, she managed to actually hurt Bloth and he growled in her face. “Wench, I could kill you right now,” he spat, “do you want me to throw your worthless body overboard?”
Tula breathed heavily, trying to steady her nerves. This wasn’t a mood she wanted to keep him in as she knew his threats were always real. “No,” she muttered, “I’m sorry.”
His expression immediately softened and she felt his body relax. “Fine,” he said simply.
She lay silently for the rest of the time it took, not daring to say another word in case his anger flared up again. It only felt like a few more moments before she felt a familiar tremble in his body and a harsh grunt in her ear that told her it was over.
***
Deeper into the night, Tula couldn’t sleep, she lay awake and glanced at the strange blurs in the dark, keeping her mind occupied by deciding what the blurs looked like the most. Her body was tired and willing her to sleep but her mind was stressed from the events of hours before and couldn’t make itself shut down.
Bloth, who had been in a deep sleep since his head hit the pillow beside her, was breathing heavily and had one of his arms draped over Tula’s body, making her fearful of moving in case he woke up.
Tula sighed and pulled the blanket that covered her tighter around her shoulders. It was quite warm on the ship, and Bloth had a pretty generous amount of body heat, but she still felt a slight chill go through her. She bit her lip as her eyes started to water and her vision blurred slightly,this is it, isn’t it? She didn’t bother to wipe her eyes, but just closed them and tried to get some sleep.
Title: My Own Fun.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Pairing: Tula/Bloth.
Prompt: 001 - Beginnings.
Word Count: 182
Rating: PG
Summary: Tula is the new commander of the Maelstrom and asks her new captain, Bloth, about her duties for the day.
Disclaimer: The Pirates of Dark Water and the characters within belong to Warner Brothers.
Note: Based on a 'what if...' situation. What if Tula had taken up the position of commander on the Maelstrom when Bloth offered her it?
“I’m glad you decided to be my commander, Tula.”
“It’s good pay, Bloth.” Tula replied disinterestedly, looking around the deck of the monstrous ship.
Bloth laughed heartily, “I agree, it is.”
Tula folded her arms and sighed. “So, what are my duties today?”
“We’re docked for the day,” Bloth glanced at his crew, who were fast leaving the ship and heading to the local town, “just keep an eye on the crew.”
“Can’t you do that?”
“I would, but then I wouldn’t have time for any fun of my own, would I?”
“What kind of fun would that be?” Tula placed her hands on her hips, eyeing the captain suspiciously.
“Gambling and drinking, mostly.” Bloth smirked, “what did you think I meant?”
“Gambling and drinking.”
“I see.” Bloth stroked his beard slowly for a few moments before speaking again, “well, I think I will join my crew in town. If you have any problems, do come and find me.” He turned away from Tula and strolled off the ship, disappearing around a nearby corner.
Tula rolled her eyes. "Gambling and drinking...of course."
Title: Standards.
Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water.
Characters: Tula/Bloth
Prompt: 034 - Not Enough.
Word Count: 271.
Rating: PG.
Summary: A small, slightly strange, conversation about standards between Tula and Bloth, Tula showing a clear dislike towards Bloth and her situation with him.
Disclaimer: The Pirates of Dark Water and the characters within belong to Warner Brothers.
Note: Based on a 'what if...' situation. What if Tula had taken up the position of commander on the Maelstrom when Bloth offered her it?
“So, am I everything you wanted, Bloth?” Tula sighed as she attempted to straighten her hair with her fingers.
Bloth, who was sitting at his desk, turned towards her and tilted his head curiously, “do you think you are?”
Tula shrugged. “I wouldn’t expect your standards to be too high, Bloth, I can’t imagine you having much contact with women.”
Bloth smiled, exposing his ragged teeth, “being a pirate lord has more advantages than you may think.”
“With a certain type of woman,” Tula snorted.
She didn’t expect Bloth to react too kindly to that comment but, to her surprise, he just chuckled lightly and shook his head. “You may not be quite up to my standards, my dear.”
“What’s wrong with me, then?” Tula folded her arms and stood firm.
Bloth got up from his chair and strolled over to her, placing a hand under her chin, “you’re a frail-looking little thing, Tula. Petite can be attractive, I admit, but I would prefer a slightly larger girl.” He paused for a moment, casting his eyes downward, before continuing. “Your breasts, too, they’re very small, I would prefer more.”
Tula noticed his hand reaching for her breast and immediately jumped back out of his reach. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, though, doesn’t it?”
“I can live with that.” Bloth smiled and, stepping towards her, ran a hand through Tula’s hair; she visibly shuddered but didn’t move away from him.
“I don’t suppose you’ll be going anywhere soon.” Tula mumbled under her breath, though it was loud enough for Bloth to hear.
“You won’t be going anywhere either.”
“I know, Bloth.”