PODW, Tula/Bloth, 011/085/084/052, Red/She/He/Fire Title: Pleasure And Pain. Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water. Characters: Tula/Bloth. Prompt: 011 - Red. Word Count: 600. Rating: NC-17 (Sexual Content). Summary: An uncomfortable Tula has to be intimate with Bloth.
“I would prefer a little enthusiasm on your part, my dear.” Bloth spoke in a sickeningly sweet tone, addressing the naked Tula.
The woman sat on top of the pirate, her position and expression reading more like she was just sitting on a chair, as opposed to having sex with him. “I’m just tired, Bloth.”
“I don’t care, Tula.” Bloth placed his large hands on her hips and forced himself deeper into her, causing her to shudder. He’d expected that allowing her this much freedom would make it more difficult but he’d become sick of the same position – having to hold her down, particularly, had become dull to him.
Tula was frustrated and could feel rage building up inside of her but knew, that even in the vulnerable position Bloth was in, there really wasn’t anything she could do to him. Biting her lip to keep from growling, she gently rocked her hips back and forth, holding her head down so she couldn’t look Bloth in the eye.
The pirate lord groaned slightly, and Tula cringed. “That’s better.”
Tula held herself completely upright, trying to keep as little contact with him as she could. The position she was in actually felt quite nice on a purely physical level, however, Tula refused to show that she felt pleasure in anyway and hated herself for feeling it.
“Do you think that you could do this faster?” Bloth sounded slightly frustrated, it felt good but he wanted, and needed, more from her.
Tula sighed but did as she was asked, grinding herself harder against him. He responded by grabbing both of her breasts and squeezing them with his rough hands. Tula moaned slightly but her face flushed red when she realised she had.
Bloth smirked. “Do you like that, wench?” His hands moved back to her hips, seizing them and forcing her to rock harder against him.
“No. I don’t think you’re as good as you think you are, Bloth.” Tula smirked in return. “Really?” Bloth narrowed his eyes but the smirk didn’t leave his face. “That sound you made indicated something different.”
Tula’s face flushed red again and she stopped moving her hips.
“I was nearly finished,” Bloth snarled, “move, now.”
His eyes became intense and Tula recoiled slightly. Still, she bit her lip and started to lift herself gently up and down on him, feeling far more embarrassed than she had before.
The pirate lord let out a deep moan, bucking his hips against her. “Faster, Tula,” he growled, breathing heavily.
Tula started to move herself faster, happy that it was going to be over soon. When she heard his breathing becoming louder and heavier, she started to grind herself harder against him, encouraging him to finish. As he continued to groan, she put her hands on his chest and raked her nails down his body. The cuts became red and started to bleed but, if anything, Bloth actually seemed to become more excited by the pain.
Bloth’s body trembled and, letting out one last loud groan, he came inside her. He lay still for a few moments, breathing heavily, before sitting up and pushing Tula off of him. “Go clean yourself up.”
Tula glared and grit her teeth but ultimately decided it wasn’t worth arguing with him. She collected up her scattered clothes and walked toward her own separate room. “Your blood is red,” she muttered as she was walking away.
“Yes, it is. What colour did you expect it to be?”
“I don’t know, black, maybe?” She shot him one last dirty look before she left the room.
Title: Inside Of Her. Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water. Characters: Tula. Prompt: 085 - She. Word Count: 335. Rating: PG-13. Summary: Tula has felt ill and wonders why.
Tula stumbled into her room, holding her head with both hands and groaning with frustration at how ill she felt. She felt sick to her stomach and, although she hadn’t thrown up, constantly felt vomit rising in her throat.
She managed to drag herself to her bed and, crawling under the thin sheets; she pulled her knees to her chest and breathed heavily. Aside from the sickness in her stomach, she felt generally uncomfortable in herself and no amount of tossing and turning could make the uncomfortable feeling go away.
What’s made me feel like this?
Tula sighed and tried to jog her memory to what could’ve possibly upset her stomach. She believed the culprit was most likely spoiled food – something that had already been a problem for her on the ship. Though, she had to admit, it hadn’t hit her quite as hard then as it had this time.
Noy jitat.
It wasn’t just her stomach that was making her uncomfortable. She’d had a sore back from having to haul random things around the deck and there was some bruising on her arms and legs that had been inflicted on her by Bloth, a result of his lust, not his anger. She hadn’t been as obedient to him as she had previously but Bloth hadn’t confronted her about it, seemingly preferring to treat her roughly during their time alone as punishment.
I couldn’t be...
A thought struck her – could she be pregnant? The idea hadn’t actually come to her until this moment but it seemed like it could be a possibility. She’d been sick for a few days, she’d felt strange in her stomach, not to mention the time she’d spent with Bloth – it definitely wasn’t out of the question.
No.
Tula shook her head, refusing to believe the problem was anything but bad food. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, trying to hold back tears while she kept repeating to herself that she was just ill and nothing else.
Title: Pirate Lord. Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water. Characters: Tula/Bloth. Prompt: 084 - He. Word Count: 526. Rating: PG. Summary: A small scene that focuses on Bloth, as he lies awake by Tula one night.
Bloth rolled onto his side, the bed under him creaking under his weight. He was now facing Tula, sleeping next to him with an uncomfortable look on her face. She’d pulled the blankets tightly around her, right up to her head, but her expression made it obvious that she was still cold. She would probably have been warmer if she lay closer to Bloth but, unsurprisingly to him, she purposely lay as far away from him as she could.
Foolish wench.
He’d prefer she didn’t actually sleep in his bed, he’d far rather be alone, and most nights she would but it was different when he wanted her. Normally, his energy was spent and he couldn’t make her go anywhere. He was arrogant, thinking that she stayed in bed with him because she wanted to, rather than because she thought he wanted her to and would get angry if she tried to move. Bloth was well aware that she didn’t enjoy the act itself, which he was pleased about, because her pain and disgust only made him enjoy it more. However, he believed she may have had some fondness for him, mainly because Bloth found it hard to understand why a woman wouldn’t be fond of him – he had wealth, bravery and physical strength, what else did he need?
Tula frowned in her sleep, groaning slightly. Bloth did think she was an attractive girl physically, although she was very small in height and frame – he thought it would be very easy to hurt her by accident - though he did underestimate how tough she could be sometimes. She’d fought with several crewmembers, and won the fights too, but the pirate lord was more content to blame that on some of his pirates being weak.
Tula stirred and opened her eyes slightly, opening them wider when she noticed Bloth was watching her. She didn’t say anything but frowned and pulled the blankets tighter around herself.
Bloth smirked but, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the way he was laying, rolled over onto his back, taking his eyes off Tula. For a moment he lost himself in the gentle rocking of the ship and the sound of the waves outside. He’d spent the majority of his life on the sea and it had always been a comfort to him – he’d spent so much time on the water that travelling on land actually felt awkward and strange, although he never made this obvious.
His wandering mind was brought back to reality when he felt Tula push herself against him. The cold must’ve been too much for her again, he realised, and he smirked to himself, knowing how much she hated to be so close to him. He decided to make it worse for her and wrapped his arm around her, drawing her against him in a tight hug. She tried to pull away from him for a few seconds but, realising that it was fruitless, she just sighed and settled down, a look of disgust etched on her face. Bloth chuckled to himself and, finally feeling the sleepiness take over him, he closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep.
Title: Little Lady. Fandom: Pirates of Dark Water. Characters: Tula, OC. Prompt: 052 - Fire. Word Count: 225. Rating: PG-13. Summary: Tula has an encounter with an aggressive crewmember of the Maelstrom.
“Hey, Tula!” a gruff voice called to the young woman.
She turned around in annoyance, her face frowning slightly when she couldn’t recognise the man calling her. He was, of course, a crew member but Tula hadn’t bothered to learn every face on the ship and this was one of the pirates she’d ignored. “What do you want?”
“How are you?” the pirate smirked, flashing a set of jagged, rotten teeth.
“I’m fine,” Tula narrowed her eyes suspiciously, “why do you ask?”
The pirate shrugged, “it’s polite to ask, isn’t it?”
“I suppose.” Tula turned away from him, hoping he’d realise she didn’t want to talk.
However, the pirate wasn’t ready to leave and, taking a step forward, placed his rough hand on Tula’s shoulder. “Don’t you want to get to know me?” he snickered.
“Get your hand off my shoulder,” Tula spat, “right now.”
“Feisty, eh?” he laughed loudly, “why play hard to get? Bloth gets the full course, maybe, but aren’t I allowed a little taste?”
His words snapped something inside Tula, who span around, fire in her eyes, and jammed her dagger into the pirate’s arm. He screeched and stumbled backwards, losing his balance and falling onto the deck with a harsh thud.
Tula just smirked and walked away, leaving the pirate to try and stem the blood flowing from his arm.