Lofn ushered Beth in with a smile and a
quick tug of the wrist. "You must be more cautious, Beth. The price on your head is higher than
ever. It might even be tempting to a few of the women in my employ. With the kind of money you are
worth they could buy their way off Jamaica, possibly to the Colonies, possibly even back to the
Continent. You don't want to tempt too many people with that kind of offer." Beth nodded. Why was
it that, on her ship, she felt completely in command of herself and her men, yet here, in this soft
world of women, she was so completely out of her depth that Lofn and Amalynn could push her around
like some street urchin? She looked into the crystal clear eyes of her hostess and stammered,
"Amalynn... Amalynn's not one of them, is she?" "No, Amalynn is not," Lofn replied with a knowing
grin. "Certainly not. To the best of my knowing her dreams go in the other direction; she would
rather become you than become a Duchess of anything." Beth giggled. If only Lofn knew the truth!
Maybe someday she would have the heart to tell Lofn the whole story, but only after her current
adventures were far behind her. She had had a long talk with Joseph recently and realized that if
she were to return to her old life among the British nobility she might have a hard time finding a
husband. She was far older than the marrying age of most of the girls in Court right now. She
didn't care if she never married, but she had a concern for appearances, and she wished earnestly
that she might restore the Harcourt family fortune and name. That meant that she might need to find
a husband. But as Amalynn walked into the room, all thoughts of a husband, of men in general, were
wiped away. She had had a few romps with Patrick in the month since she had reunited with her
brother, but each and every time her thoughts had drifted to this smoky-eyed creature who waited at
Lofn's, biding her time, servicing both men and women who came to her with the proper coins. It was
Beth's turn. Amalynn, too, showed all the signs of delight at the sight of Beth. She lit up with a
smile that cooled the day and warmed Beth someplace quite below her heart. She quickly crossed the
room and curtsied in front of Beth with exquisite precision. "Oh, my favorite customer," she said
with a flourish that made Beth blush. She stood and whispered, "You said you would come back, but I
did not expect you to make me wait so long!" "I have had... tasks to accomplish, Amalynn." She
looked at the other woman's face and enjoyed the sheer delight she found within. "But I always
intended to make it back to this fine establishment and your lovely features." Was she really
saying such things? The last time she had been here, she had barely been able to spit out the words
to describe what she wanted. Now she was all direct talk and honest action. Well, that was the way
she preferred things. What small shame she felt at being an "invert" did little to sway her away
from wanting to sample more of Amalynn's body-- and her skills. And Amalynn, wearing little more
than a yellow cotton dress that clung to her form with the summer sweat, looked like the sweet
fruit Amalynn imagined she tasted of between her thighs. Beth realized that her imagination was
ahead of her, and that she had to do something before she swooned without actually touching this
beauty. "Can we go... somewhere private?" Then she smiled. "And I think I shall need another bath."
"Of course," Lofn said. "Amalynn, take her. I will have Elva draw a bath for the two of you. It'll
be ready in a moment." Amalynn, giggling like a schoolgirl, pulled Beth by both hands into her
private boudoir again. "It is so good to have you back!" she said as she threw her arms around the
piratess. "Tell me about your adventures! Have they been exciting?" Beth grinned as Amalynn began
undoing her costume. She had changed her dress for the trip into Kingston and had decided to look
more the rich merchant's wife than the Piratess. "They have been more boring than exciting since
last we met, Amalynn. There is much to a pirate's life that is dull and dreary. Mending sails,
tending to timbers, laying low from Captain Allison and his ship." "Captain Allison!" Amalynn said
with a knowing smile. "So you got my message?" "Indeed I did, and I was most able to act upon it.
Thank you, Amalynn." The girl smiled even as she tossed aside the rest of Beth's clothing. Beth
watched, admiring, as Amalynn pulled her dress over her head and exposed herself to Beth's
consuming eyes. Her dark, lithe body, with its tiny breasts and equally nubbin'd nipples, her flat
belly and her smooth thighs, all highlighted by the droplets of sweat that the summer condensed
upon her flesh, conspired to make Beth's own body convulse with need even before she had placed her
hands, much less her mouth, upon the girl. But Amalynn had other plans. "Come," she said. She led
Beth down the same hallway they had traveled the time before, and this time Beth went willingly to
the baths. The water prepared for them was as delicious as before and Beth sank into the buried tub
with a sigh. This time, though, she was more awake, and as Amalynn joined her she reached for the
other girl and pulled her close. "I have dreamed of you often since our last encounter," she
whispered into Amalynn's ear. She kissed the girl's cheek; Amalynn stiffened slightly as she
trailed her lips across the girl's face and reached her lips, her tongue teasing open Amalynn's
mouth, touching the dark girl's tongue. Amalynn sighed softly into Beth's mouth. Beth wanted to
keep her passion quiet for now. She pulled Amalynn away from her and said, "I am glad we have met
again." Amalynn took three deep breaths before she replied, "As am I! Oh, Beth, you truly have come
into your own as a lover of women! Have you had anyone since we parted? Tell me, please?" Beth
shook her head. "No one, Amalynn. It is just that you bring out something beastly within me. Maybe
it is as the doctors say, that once a woman has been aroused in her passions, they burn like a star
within her until she is consumed by their fires. I know that my desire for the love of a woman
burns within me." Amalynn smiled. "I am just a daughter of joy, I know that, Beth," she said. "But
I am glad that you have come back to me, specifically, for your adventures into..." She groped for
the correct word. "Inversion?" Amalynn nodded, blushing. It made Beth want to gather her into her
arms. "You were not happy when I used that word last time." "You remember wrong. I was merely upset
the first time you used it. By the time you were done with me, I had recognized it for the truth
that it was, Amalynn." She could feel the other girl's legs touching hers, sending little waves of
pleasure that made her sex throb with desire. She forced that desire down. Not now, not yet. Not
until they were both wild with it. "Let me wash you, Amalynn." She reached for the bottle of oils
and a rag, pouring the one onto the other. Then she approached the dark girl of her attentions with
lust in mind. She started at Amalynn's fine neck, caressing the smooth and unmarked skin there. Her
shoulders were finely crafted and had a peculiar strength to them. Nothing at all like Patrick's,
or even her own, so accustomed to pulling lines and turning the wheel on a heavy vessel, but still
there was strength to them. She pressed the cloth into Amalynn's chest, glancing up now and then to
watch the other woman stare into her eyes. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, suggesting
pleasures to come. Beth encouraged the girl to sit up on the tiles at the edge of the tub so she
could wash the rest of her. Amalynn complied, and Beth set to the task of washing her legs, running
her fingers over those soft, smooth calves and thighs, and paying close attention to Amalynn's bare
feet. They were small and perfect feet, and Amalynn closed her eyes and made happy sighs as Beth
cared for them. "You are as good as any woman who works here, Beth. If you ever want to switch
places..." "You would probably not survive what I do," she said as her fingers, dripping with the
soapy oils Elva had brought, sought between Amalynn's nether lips, cleaning and oiling them. She
paused for a moment, then decided she had better clean all of Amalynn. "Turn around. Let me see
your backside." The girl complied readily, presenting a small and shapely, if not ample, pair of
buttocks to Beth's hungry eyes. Her sex winked between her thighs and Beth was grateful that
Amalynn could not see her licking her lips quite so greedily. Beth cleaned each cheek, and between,
as well as she could. "Now, you do me." She handed the cloth to Amalynn, who returned the favor. It
was Beth's turn to savor the close attention, to roll shamelessly in the service of another woman
and feel her hands caressing her body. Amalynn took her time washing Beth's breasts, feeling each
one in her hands. "Did you ever wish yours were larger?" Beth asked. "Sometimes. I know it would
attract more men here. A sailor told me of a village in Spain, my home country as my mother told
Lofn, where, large bosoms were thought to be unattractive. Some girls whose mothers were large wore
heavy plates of steel or lead on their chests to keep them from growing." She smiled. "I don't know
if it really worked." "Mmm," Beth replied. Amalynn had left her breasts and her belly and was
stroking her legs. She did each in turn, granting special attention to the feet. Beth swooned. It
was not the kind of act that inspired wanton lust, but it felt wonderful all the same. Then wanton
lust returned as Amalynn dipped her fingers into Beth's sex. The slick oils made easing between her
lips easy, and Beth's heart fluttered with desire as two delicate fingers slipped the length of her
sex, from opening to mons. "Now, you turn over," Amalynn said. Beth did as she was asked. She found
herself looking at the wall of the bathing room as a pair of hands caressed her buttocks gently,
and then probed between them with a few delicate strokes. Warm water was poured over her then,
which made her curious. "Do not move, Beth.

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 Not too much." Beth wondered what was to happen next.
She felt, with a shock, Amalynn's mouth upon one of her nether cheeks, kissing gently. Amalynn's
tongue traced a stream from one cheek to the other, crossing over the small divide of her spine,
back and forth, one cheek and then the other. Was she truly going where she seemed to be? Beth
trembled with... what? Fear? Was she afraid that Amalynn would sodomize her with her tongue? Or was
it desire she felt? Desire for such a forbidden thing; even as she felt it she knew it to be true.
She did not know if she would have the courage to reciprocate. Amalynn's tongue did finally touch
her most private opening, the one she thought she would never give up to any man, and Beth felt as
if her body would explode. Such intensity, such pleasure as she could not imagine shot through her.
It was insane, she thought, that a place so forbiddingly dirty should hold such delights. But
Amalynn had proved to her they were there and they were meant to be shared. Beth heard her own
grunts, her own moans of pleasure as Amalynn's tongue stabbed her dark hole. She was barely able to
contain her screams as Amalynn's fingers entered her sex and touched her pearl. She collapsed onto
the cool tiles. "No more. No more, Amalynn. Give me rest." "I did not hurt you, did I?" Beth raised
her head and turned to look at the Moorish girl, a hungry smile forcing itself onto her lips. Her
hair was in front of her eyes as she stared at Amalynn the way a cat stares at a wounded mouse the
second before it pounces. "No, Amalynn. You did not hurt me." She hurled herself at the other girl,
crushing her against the wall of the tub, her mouth pressed hard against Amalynn's, her breasts
flattened against the other girl's chest. Their sexes met and matched, and Beth rhythmically pumped
her thigh up between Amalynn's legs until the other girl was moaning in response. She let the
girl's passion build high and then let her go. Amalynn collapsed into the tub, gasping. She looked
up at Beth with a face of ravenous need. "We should go to bed," she whispered. "Aye," Beth said.
"We should." Amalynn recovered two towels. They dried as quickly as they could and then, with the
ardor of the day upon them, they ran for Amalynn's bedroom. Amalynn threw herself onto the sheets
and Beth quickly joined her, their bodies intertwining, Beth's tanned legs brushing up against
Amalynn's coffee-colored thighs. Beth kissed Amalynn, and the young girl returned the kiss with
fire. Beth had long found that kisses alone aroused her, but kisses from Amalynn made Patrick's
pale, and although she was loathe to make that comparison, her heart did it for her. There was
something about the kiss of a woman that shamed the scruffy, rough kiss of the Irishman. They
rolled over on Amalynn's soft sheets, and the dark skinned girl found herself on top. She kissed
Beth's throat, her mouth leaving a wet trail as she explored Beth's creamy skin. Beth whimpered,
her body on fire, as Amalynn closed her lips on Beth's nipple, her tongue flickering over it with
cruel intention. Beth arched her back, trying to get even more of the nipple into Amalynn's mouth.
She wanted more. Amalynn's fingers made a path to her pudenda even as her lips crossed from one
breast to the other. Beth gasped as she was invaded, her sex opened by those talented fingers,
those warm, wonderful, demanding fingers that entered her and pressed up into her flesh and made
her entire body seize with lust. Amalynn played her as readily as Beth could play a sail, and Beth
was the best on the seas. Amalynn's hand caressed her mound, her fingers teased her insides, her
mouth warmed her breasts, and it was all Beth could do to not shout as another climax rolled
through her. But even as she took breath to recover, she rose to throw Amalynn down onto the bed,
straddling the girl. "Only some creature out of night would know how to do the things you do," she
gasped. "I am a creature out of night," Amalynn said, and she said it with a seriousness that make
Beth pause. Beth understood the phrase "Woman of the night" well enough, but there was something in
Amalynn's voice that suggested she meant something else. But then the girl giggled and said, "And I
am your prisoner, my Captain. What would you have of me?" "Your pleasure," Beth said, touching the
girl's chest. It was her turn to taste Amalynn's skin, to take in the coppery flavor of her sweat
and the smooth texture of her skin. She kissed Amalynn's breasts, small though they were, and
teased her nipples with her tongue. She left her own trail of spit down the length of Amalynn's
torso, licking incessantly, teasing the girl's navel, as she made her way to Amalynn's pudenda. She
kissed the furred mound above her vulva, then paused to inhale deeply the scent of Amalynn's sex.
If she were to be honest with herself for a moment, it had a scent of blood to it, but this was
love, not battle. She kissed Amalynn's cunt with her lips, a dry kiss at first, but then her tongue
reached out and teased the lips apart. "Beth," Amalynn gasped. "I have recently ended my moon.
Perhaps there will still be menses there." Beth looked up the length of the girl's belly and
smiled. "Perhaps there is." Then she kissed Amalynn again between her spread legs. Amalynn rested
her head back on the sheets and moaned, and if Beth were any judge she thought that Amalynn had
become more aroused than before, as if the thought of her tasting her blood... Beth supposed that
some might find that arousing. She just wanted to arouse Amalynn mercilessly. Beth pressed her lips
to Amalynn's vulva, opening the girl and exposing her pearl. It was tiny and solid and Beth licked
around it, teasing Amalynn. Amalynn reacted as Beth desired, moaning, her hands twisting the sheets
into knots. Beth slid one finger into Amalynn and pressed, experimenting, with the walls of the
girl's sex, probing for soft places that would make her gasp. She found a hard ring of flesh deep
inside and Amalynn squealed "Don't!" as she touched it. Beth backed away and found a ridge right
under the bone she had her lips pressed over. She guessed she may have found the insides of
Amalynn's pearl, because the girl suddenly convulsed with a pleasure, a long, low moan of "Yes..."
escaping her lips as she climaxed. Beth did not let up. She wanted to make Amalynn scream. "Oh,
please, Beth..." Amalynn gasped. Beth's own sex became wet again and Beth imagined her body as a
wild animal separate from her soul, one with its own salivating hungers. She plunged two fingers
into Amalynn, driving the writhing girl wild with her hands and her tongue, her other hand gripping
the girl's thighs to keep her in place even as she tore another climax from Amalynn's gasping,
groaning mouth. Beth relented. It was not Amalynn's nature to scream from a climax and she had had
enough. She rose, letting her eyes feast on the heaving chest of the girl, then dropping down to
see the open flower of Amalynn's womanhood. She smiled. The sight before her eyes was lovely,
exactly what she wanted, her lover drained. She lay down beside Amalynn and cuddled her. Amalynn
stretched her body in appreciation of Beth's gifts and moaned, softly, with satisfaction. "Oh,
Beth, you are wonderful!" she cooed. "Wonderful beyond words." Beth raised her head to look at the
Moorish girl beside her. "As are you." She kissed Amalynn on the lips, each woman's tongue taking
little feints at the other, the taste of both mingling between them. They lay together in the
noonday heat, recovering from their passions, whispering gentle words. "Amalynn," Beth finally got
the courage to ask, "How many women have you been asked to invite into the secrets of inversion?"
"Not that many," the girl admitted. "Although I have been asked to visit an acquaintance of yours
this evening. One who must ask quite... quietly." Beth was taken aback. She knew few people on the
Island personally. A few of the rum merchants she had dealt with know her only through her men or
hired proxies; she was reluctant to reveal herself to many people because of the high price on her
head, a price that was virtually one the taker could name himself. "Who?" "The Duchess of Coke,
Jessica Speer Coke." Amalynn giggled. Beth looked at Amalynn, shocked to her core. "You jest!" "I
do not," Amalynn said defiantly. "Her husband is coming here tonight, and through a courier she had
a message delivered here with the same request you brought to me three months ago." Her eyes looked
down. "I am not sure I want to go, however." "Why not?" Beth asked. "I can make much more money
servicing two men in one night than one lady." Amalynn turned over onto her back, stroking her
belly absently. "Besides, she is a lady, not a piratess like you. There is no romance in her life."
"Then let me go in your place," Beth said, suddenly having an inspiration. The duke's place may
have been guarded against invasion from the outside, but what about from the inside? They were
probably on their guard from a whore, assuming her to be no more trustworthy than a thief, but they
were not ready for the Piratess, Bloody Beth. "But..." "I'll give you double what you would have
earned from her. If she discovers the ruse and gives it away, you could always say that I
intercepted the letter, or I waylaid you. And you can stay here tonight and entertain the guests."
Beth implored Amalynn with her eyes. Amalynn thought it over. "Do you really want to go in there? I
mean, is that not something like the lion's den for you?" "I really want to go in there," Beth
asserted. "Tonight, you said?" Amalynn nodded. Her face had taken on a dark and worried look. "Oh,
Beth, it is such a courageous thing you are doing!" Beth smiled. "It is something I must do, my
fine Spanish love, before I can leave the sea." Amalynn looked puzzled. "Leave the sea?" "I want to
leave the piratical life. Somewhere, between Marbry and Coke, lies the key to doing so." She kissed
the girl's cheek momentarily. "Someday, I will have to tell you of it." She rose. "Now, give me the
details of this meeting.

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