is that tortuga’s very own 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙿𝚁𝙰 ? the 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚂𝙰𝙽 at 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙽'𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚃 has been around for 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂, and they remind us of 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙵𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳, 𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙺𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚂, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙻𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙵𝚄𝙻 𝚈𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙺, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽. people say they’re 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙵𝚄𝙻 & 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 but we’ve heard they can be 𝚃𝚆𝙾-𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙳 & 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙴 too. rumour would have it that they have a 𝙽𝙴𝚄𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙻 view on pirates, but one thing’s for sure—they’d better get used to them.
𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚊…
Full Name: Devi Chopra.
Occupation: Courtesan at the Siren's Nest.
Date of Birth and Age: 21st of March, 1700 ; Twenty-Eight Years of Age.
Zodiac Sign: Aries Sun.
Place of Birth: Tortuga, Caribbean Sea.
Gender and Pronouns: Demi-Woman ; She/They.
Romantic and Sexual Orientation: Panromantic Pansexual.
Appearance: Light black curls, thick and waist-length ; Dark brown, round eyes ; Light brown skin tone ; A beauty mark on the upper, right hand corner of her lips.
𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞…
Tortuga was no place for a child. A place deemed as the safe haven for thieves, cut throats, and other dregs of humankind, one would think that something as pure and innocent as a child should be kept safe from such a place. Devi, however, disagrees. Granted, their upbringing wasn't the most conventional of upbringings. Granted, she wishes that she could leave the island and to see the world. However, in spite of such a desire, that was also her greatest fear: going deep into the unknown. And no one could catch her if she falls.
Her mother and father hadn't been in love when they conceived her. In fact, they'd been surprise as all Hell when they discovered they were pregnant with her. Her mother was a tavern maid in Tortuga, her father a pirate from India, and the two had an "arrangement" whenever he was on the island; not exactly the coziest fairy tale in the world. And yet, despite all the facts, they truly loved her. They made things work so that Devi could have a happy life.
While her education involved developing street smarts and learning the ropes both at the tavern and on the ship, there hadn't been anything that she was truly, deeply passionate about. Not a subject or matter that touched her heart in inconceivable ways, that she would change her life for. If anything, she was content with being a street urchin and learning about her parents' professions. She grew up certain that some day, she might become a pirate or a tavern maid.
That is, until she lost the both of them a year apart from each other. Her father had died out at sea, whereas her mother had become ill. Despite her being eighteen, she felt completely lost once they were gone. She hadn't known what to do or where to go.
That is, until she went to the Siren's Nest.
The brothel was, admittedly, the last place she considered earning a profession from. While she knew that she had been good at sex, she had wanted to give other options the opportunity to give her a life so she could survive on the island and then eventually leave for the Colonies. Her goal hadn't been successful, and so, she sought out employment at the Siren's Nest.
For the past decade, she has been saving up what she can to be able to make her move to America. To be able to start a new life and discover what she's passionate about. While working at the brothel isn't the worst thing in the world, she doesn't want to remain there until she could no longer physically continue. Nor does she want to enter a life of piracy and earn a bounty on her head.
𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜…
Her favourite: This is one client that she gives special treatment to and would spend the longest time with. I feel like they've developed a strong relationship over the past ten years and that this has a lot of potential to go in so many different ways!
Her regulars: I want all different kinds of connections regarding her clients pretty plssss.
The sirens: Gimme gimme gimme all the sirens and everyone who's a part of the brothel one way or another pretty pls!!
the flash in her eye after dorian praised her did not go unnoticed, but he only smiled and gently tapped her cheek before lowering his hand. there were no house rules that dorian was off limits to the sirens, if any of them wanted him at any time they could have him just as well as they could have anyone else they liked, but devi was different. she and some others needed him to protect them, to look after them, so he did just that and nothing more.
he narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in a tut, tut as she crooned over rhett, shaking his head slowly. "because you're not talking like a siren, you're talking like a girl who's pining." dorian was laid back, easy going, but he did have to face the fact that he was running a business sometimes. not to mention the implications it could have for everyone else.
"you know i don't encourage any other sort of pursuit. we can all love to fuck someone, but if it's more than that... well, that's when it can get messy. and you know i don't like to clean up mess." he gestured to the bed, using the dust as a poignant example, with a stern yet warm look on his face.
"That's not—" Her eyes had widened at his words. His words had shocked her. Never did she ever imagine having this sort of conversation with the man, nor did she ever really want to. In fact, it was taking everything in her not to run (well, hobble, most likely) back to her room so she could avoid this. However, she doubted that that would do her any favours. No, it just might validate Dorian's beliefs.
She swallowed thickly. "What... What are you saying? That I have some sort of... feelings for Rhett...?" Even the words felt strange coming out of her mouth. Each syllable felt thick, unnatural. Devi wasn't one for relationships or anything stronger than a good fuck with the same person daily. She never has been. Even the mere thought of a life being with a person felt strange.
Clearing her throat, she finally shook her head. "I can assure you, it's nothing like that. Rhett and I are strictly friends, Dor. Is he one of the people I look forward to fucking the most? Of course, he's incredible at it. But there's nothing more there." As much as she wasn't the relationship type, she was certain that he wasn't either. Which was why their friendship was perfect for each other. "Trust me, nothing like that is ever going to happen. With anyone."
"struggling? no." nya got up from her chair, she truly didn't realize how she managed to fall asleep on that damned chair. "i guess i didn't realize how tired i was today." she shrugged her shoulders. of course, people come to her all hours of the night sometimes so sleep could be a fleeting thing but she didn't mind, never did because when she did manage to rest her eyes, it was always peaceful.
"no, nonsense! come in." nya cared about the sirens as much as dorian did, so of course she wasn't going to turn away devi, even if it was for simple herbs. she opened the door to her home and walked towards her small office that held several medicine and too many books that nya still needed to read. she smiled when saw the herb and walked back, handing it to them "i had them ready for you just as we talked about, just a little bit daily will suffice."
"I'm happy to hear that." With how hard a worker Nya is and her helping people at all different sorts of hours, they wouldn't have been too surprised had that been the case. The siren smiled warmly before nodding. "Right. Well, I sure hope you'll get some sleep, in your bed preferably, once we're done here. I will not be the cause of you losing out on more sleep than is necessary."
Aside from Dorian and very few certain clients, Nya seemed to have been one of the only people to genuinely care about Devi and the rest of the sirens. That was ready to help them, no matter the cost. No matter what they needed help with. As they followed her, the siren couldn't help looking around. They've always been fascinated by the healer's profession. Coming to her cottage was like coming to a different world. Sighing with relief, they took the herb. "Thank you, truly. You're a miracle, Nya." They looked back down at the herb and thought for a moment. "This is the smart thing to do, right? Considering my occupation and... well, the people who help make it worth a living."
perhaps what made dorian a much more respectable owner of the siren's nest was the fact that he knew when to keep his hands to himself. he sought pleasure everywhere he went and his sirens were no exception to that, but when they needed him to be more than that, it always took precedence. he would step into whatever shoes they needed filled, and do so without expectation of anything in return.
but as devi spoke, a slow smile shaped his lips as the firelight danced impishly in his eyes. "that's my girl." he chuckled, his hand cupping her face for a moment before he pressed a kiss to her forehead. he suspected as much, but he was glad to know that they weren't being taken advantage of.
"you go back to work when you're ready, princesa. though if it's straight back to rhett, i'll start to think you're playing favourites."
Dorian's respectful nature had to be one of the things she loved most about the man. He would never pressure her nor any of the other sirens to do something they didn't want to do. It was one of the things that caused her to trust him after he took over ownership. Whatever they needed, he'd provide that for them. She respected that greatly.
That's my girl. Devi's smile grew. No matter what form it was in nor from whom, she was absolutely in love with being praised. Of being recognized for her efforts. As well, it was also good to reassure him that she was okay after her night with Rhett. A night that she couldn't wait to recreate again in the future.
"Thank you, Dorian. I appreciate it." His continuation caused her to laugh, though there was also a reddish tint that crossed her cheeks. "And what if I was?" teased the siren with a beam. "That night was incredible, Dor. I've never seen that side of him before... I want to see it more."
It was entertaining watching everyone mingle, the amount of people who clearly spent an entire day here was astounding. Maybe not astounding, he'd expected it actually, but it was always fun to play the crowd. The fresh air was nice to finally have. He'd been busy making himself working to the bone and earned the day off. Mingling with people and working over a fire took its toll on him but he made the chance to invite Devi to the shambles. A good friend from the past and still to this day. "Welcome to my corner of fresh air. Or as fresh as it gets here. Ive been craving the bread from here."
She needed a break from the Nest for awhile. She spent all morning being quite busy and now, she deserved a few hours of respite. While strolling the market and eating an apple wasn't much, it sure was something. Allowed her a moment to breathe, maybe run into a friend or two. Lo and behold, the latter fortunately happened. She noticed Xaden a moment before and had headed his way, her smile growing bright once he noticed her as well. "What, you mean this bread?" Grabbing some out of her satchel, she tossed it to her friend. Taking another bite of her apple. "I believe it's been some time since I last saw you, my dear Xaden. Outside the forge, that is."
if her mother could see her now she would shake her head in disapproval with a fond smile on her face. her daughter, sleeping outside in the could rather than inside where she could make a fire and be warm but no, nya decided to watch the stars and the moon like a fool and before she could notice her eyes became heavy and she fell asleep in her chair.
in her defense she had a long day and could not recall the last time she got proper sleep. sawbone always had a new patient, someone who needed help or people that couldn't effort the coin for treatment and yet nya helped all the same because she cared about the people in this island.
and yet in an island that inhabited pirates she managed to fall asleep, what if she were to get hurt or robbed? her tiredness did not think of that when she felt asleep but she did jolt awake when she felt someone touch her shoulder, her heart beating faster. "what? who—"
"Good evening, sleeping beauty." They had made sure to kept their touch light, yet they still had end up startling the woman accidentally. Their smile was gentle. They've always liked Nya, believing her to be a kind woman capable of many things. They've heard plenty of stories about the healer, especially from sirens who faced troublesome clients, so they knew not to get on her bad side. A side that made them like her even more.
"Sorry, it's just me. Have you struggled sleeping recently?" Their dark eyes scanned over her face. Not sure how wise it was to sleep on a chair out in the open. Not when there were pirates roaming about. But, they knew that the other knew that. Which left them to wonder about their sleeping habits recently.
They leaned against a wooden beam, head tilting as they played with a ring on their finger. While it wasn't too late, it wasn't exactly early either. Though they had been hoping that Nya wasn't too busy currently with another patient. "Should I come back tomorrow? I was hoping to get my herbs for my tea." No child was going to be born nine months from now. They've ensured it.
The first thing Kadriye had sold when she arrived back in Tortuga was her clothes. She didn't need the clothes of an English lady here. They were too heavy for work on a ship, and too fancy ashore. They would have made her an instant target.
Even so, she hadn't expected to come across one of her old dresses being sold at a market stall. She lifted it up, smirking when she turned it over to find the spot on the hem she had repaired so many years ago.
"They're asking for almost twice what they gave me for it. I'm beginning to think I was ripped off." She didn't even look up to see who stood next to her, instead glancing around the stalls. "How many past lives do you think are being sold here right now?"
There has been plenty of times where Devi's wondered how some people found their way to Tortuga. How the island has become their home and how they were able to find it. What reasonings have overcome them to make it their home. For most of them, it was because they joined a crew. It was how her father came to discover this place. As for her mother, she never learn about how or why or when. All she knew was that one day, she made it her home, eventually met Devi's father, and then they had her and a life together.
As for Devi, the island is all she's ever known. All she's ever seen. It was a factor that hadn't been quite intended; she had hoped to one day see more of the world. She was hoping to one day travel to America, start a new life there, away from this island. It was a goal she was still working so hard to achieve.
Hearing Kadriye, she was shaken out of her musings. Looking over at the dress, she smirked softly. "Pretty. Certainly doubt it'll look better on anyone else but you," she mused. "Hundreds, I believe. Maybe thousands. Every time a ship comes to Tortuga, it seems like there's a new person on the crew, a new person here. I wouldn't be surprised with how many of them have given up their old lives for their new ones."
It may have felt like it has been forever but it had only been a short while since he was away from Tortuga--the reason being he was almost caught getting to close to his child. tables filled with gloom and doom of the past during the day are now filled with cheer, gluttony, and celebration at night. Kaito knows that he should be on his best behavior, it is a time of relaxing and somewhat peace between the crews. He leans his back against the wall as he watches many drink the weight in rum continue on, "I wonder-- how long do you think it will last until someone loses their shit to the drinks and picks a fight?" his voice mutters out to the closest person next to him.
"Surely any minute now. I hope that you won't be part of that—you have such a pretty face, I'd hate to see it busted up." Their teasing words were accompanied by their beam, the siren taking the seat across from their dear friend. How long has it been now? A few weeks? They certainly hoped that he had quite the stories to tell them. That was perhaps one of the best parts about the pirates: listening to their tales about their voyages, everything they got to see, all the places they visited. It seemed, for a moment, that they could live vicariously through them. That they, too, got the chance away from the island. "Did you have a good voyage? I believe I might've missed you... Just a small bit."
"your brother is just as within his right to fuck as you are, devi. if it's wanted or it's well paid for then there is no such thing as sex that isn't marvellous." he chuckled, shooting them a wink. "and for the record i am very fun, you just dismiss me too quickly."
the pause that followed her deflective question saw a change to dorian's features, a more serious look dampening the usual spark in his eye. he took no hesitation in stepping closer to them, a hand reaching for their chin to tilt their face up towards him.
"did he hurt you, darling?" he asked softly, looking them over as if assessing for damage. he knew rhett well enough to trust that he wouldn't lay a finger that wasn't asked for, but he had to make sure.
"You are; I just don't want to imagine or hear it." She jokingly made a look of disgust. Sure, she's heard him a handful of times. Hard not to in this place. And she would be lying if she said she hadn't been curious herself a few times. But, with how they've become over these years, she didn't want to ruin the trust or relationship they've built together by sleeping together. Sex was fun. But it wasn't worth it in this case. "Yes, yes, I'm very sure you are. I just haven't seen that fun for myself."
The change in his features caused her own to soften. After her parents died and with how the old owner was, Devi didn't allow herself to let anyone else protect her save for herself. With Dorian, however, she sure to trust him. She grew to understand that he would do anything for her and the rest of the sirens. No matter what, no matter who against.
"He did everything I wanted him to do and more," she said, carefully walking over to him. "He destroyed me. He wrecked me. He ruined me. And I fucking loved it, Dorian. I promise, everything he did, I wanted it. I simply underestimated how I would feel the following few days afterwards. I'm okay. I'm just extremely sore."
dorian shot devi a look, a scolding one at that, and shook his head as he clicked his tongue. "why?" he grinned widely then, feeling no shame in his expression of his sexuality, just as he encouraged his sirens to do. "bedding is a marvellous thing and shall be treated as such under this roof. just because i don't pay you for it doesn't mean you can slander it." he teased, laughing as he threw her a look in the mirror.
he finished unbuttoning his shirt and turned to face her, observing the dust in the palm of her hand with a shake of his head. "i hardly know what a rabbit looks like outside of a stew, my love, but if you say it's a rabbit then a rabbit it shall be." dorian entertained most of devi's antics, since she reminded him so much of what it had felt like to be a big brother to his sisters.
"it was a good scare, i'll give you that. arguably attempted murder, but i'll give you the benefit of the doubt too. did you truly hide under there just to scare me?" he asked curiously, a tone of concern kicking in. "you're not avoiding working?"
"Because it would be like envisioning my brother bedding someone," she pointed out. She agreed with what else he said, though. "I'm a siren—of course I find bedding a marvelous thing. It's you being bedded that I draw the line," the last part was said both as a tease and as a truth. Dorian was free to bed whomever he liked. Devi just did not want to hear it.
Which made his attractiveness even more frustrating. She hated herself as her eyes glance down to watch him unbutton his shirt, how she marveled at the hints of his torso that she got from it. She would never bed the man. And looking was no allowed either. But maybe a glance wasn't the worse possible thing, either. Her brows furrowed and she pouted. "You're no fun," she mused, tossing the dust ball behind her shoulder. It was his ball; he shall do with it as he pleases.
Devi finally began to smile again. "Don't worry; I'll do better next time," she promised. His change in tone, however, wasn't too much of a surprise. "Is it wrong for me to simply want to scare you?" A beat. Then she groaned. "Okay, fine, I don't want to work yet. Rhett and I... overdid things the other night and I'm still too sore to take on any new clients. I appreciate having the past two days to recover... But is it possible to have one more night? I'll be ready tomorrow. I promise."
rhett heard the way they moaned, desperate and broken underneath him. heard the way they said his name like it was the only word they could still hold onto. felt the way their body clamped tight around him every time he ground in deep, slow, fucking deliberate. and it ripped a low, guttural growl out of his throat that he didn’t bother to muffle.
he wanted them to hear it. wanted them to know what they’d done to him. “mine,” he snarled against their neck, the word broken, ragged, guttural “fuckin’ mine tonight. mine to wreck. mine to ruin.”
he bit down again, hard enough to bruise, while his hands gripped their hips brutally tight, dragging them back to meet every devastating thrust. like their body was just another thing he owned now. like they existed just to be filled up and split open by him.
he wasn’t teasing anymore.
he wasn’t taking his time.
he was fucking them deep—hard—relentless—grinding up into them so heavy and rough it felt like the whole bed might collapse under the weight of it. every thrust punched another ragged cry from their throat—every cry fed the fire roaring under his skin.
“you asked for this,” rhett growled against their shoulder, voice almost shaking from the sheer fucking force he was holding back from breaking them even faster. “you fuckin’ begged for it. now take it. take every fuckin’ inch i give you.”
he drove into them harder, deeper, grinding their body down into the mattress until there was nowhere else to run, nowhere else to hide, nothing left but him. their hands scrambled for him—nails dragging down his back, clutching at him, needing him—and rhett let them have it. gave them everything. held nothing back.
“you’re gonna be ruined for every other bastard that even fuckin’ looks at you,” he snarled low against their ear, biting down again as their back arched against him, perfect, desperate, fucking wrecked. “you’re gonna remember how i made you scream my name, every fuckin’ time you try to breathe without me.”
he grabbed a fistful of their hair, yanking their head back just enough to bare their throat to him—not cruel—claiming. because they were his tonight. no doubt. no mercy.
“you feel that?” rhett rasped, grinding into them brutally slow, his cock dragging deep enough to make them cry out, to make their body quake against his. “that’s what you fuckin’ asked for. that’s me ownin’ you. wreckin’ you.” his pace didn’t slow. it just got harder. deeper. rougher.
perfect.
he drove into them like he had a point to prove—and gods help them, he did.
How long has he been hiding this from them? How long has this primal, filthy side of him existed, waiting to be seen by them? For as long as they've known each other. Rhett has held out on showing them this version of him for years and now, they knew that they could never go back to how he fucked them before. They can't go back to him being generous.
They needed him primal. They needed him filthy. They needed him ready to claim them and to remind them that, no matter what, they belong to him. That no one can fuck them the way they've craved for so long.
He has ruined anyone else for them. And Devi fucking loves it.
"Y-Yours," they cried out. After so many desperate and broken moans, cries, and screams, their throat was beginning to grow hoarse. Exactly what they wanted. His to wreck. His to ruin. "Yours, yours, yours."
Devi screamed out at the bite, their pants heavy from his rough pace and their attempts to match it. There was going to be quite a bruise for the next few days and normally, with anyone else, they would hide it. They would've stopped everything and chastise them that that was one of their rules: no marks, no bites, no claiming. Rhett was the only person who didn't apply to that rule. He was the only person who could bite them and they would walk around town with it proudly.
How many people could hear them? The walls of the brothel weren't thick; Dorian, the other sirens, and other guests would be able to hear each and every single disgusting thing that was happening right now and know how much they loved it. With the windows of their room open and the doors to their balcony open, how many people below could hear? How many people enjoyed the sounds of the show they could listen but couldn't watch, using their imaginations?
As if the fire that burned inside her couldn't grow hotter, it did. Tears began to stream down their beaming face, their hands clawing at him as he fucked without mercy, without hesitancy, without generosity. They were taking each single inch from him and loving it, their cunt tightening around him and coating him with their slick. They were close and they know it. Would they allow them to come just yet, however?
The thought of him denying them from being able to release their pleasure only made them moan louder.
"Rhett, please," they screamed, the slow yet still brutal grind making them dizzy with want. "I don't want anyone else. I-I don't want to be touched by anyone else. No one fucking compares to you, I swear. Please... Please don't stop. Please ruin me. Please let Tortuga know that I am completely and utterly yours for you to destroy, please. Please don't let me come until you want me to. Please keep wrecking me, please please please, Rhett."
Yours. Each moan, each cry, each scream, each plead was wrapped into one single word: yours, yours, yours. If all of Tortuga hadn't known that Devi Chopra was completely and utterly, devastatingly owned by Rhett Carrow before, they certainly knew now. And they fucking loved it.
The very same way they loved as he pounded into them, his point made exponentially.
She was in need for a new dress after a client became overly excited with ridding her of her favourite one recently. It did leave her quite annoyed. She's had that gown for quite some time now and has become the first dress she would normally choose. Now that it was teared to shreds, it was unsalvageable. And so is her desire to ever sleep with that client again. The fucker.
She was roaming around the market's stalls, trying to decide which fabric she should choose. There were many that she liked, and many that she never wanted to set her sights on ever again. Devi hummed a nameless tune until, finally, she spotted a fabric. And then another. Dammit. "Shit," she groaned to herself. Looking up, the siren spotted another person nearby and called out, "Oi! Would you mind helping me for a moment? I need a new dress and I like these two fabrics equally."
the second the last desperate word slipped past their lips, the second their nails raked down his back, he moved, flipping them—hard, fast, brutal. hands gripping their wrists, pinning them down against the mattress above their head with one hand like it was nothing. like they weighed less than a promise.
he leaned in, mouth brushing the shell of their ear, voice so low, so rough it barely qualified as human anymore. “you want to be destroyed, pretty thing?” rhett growled, his hips rolling against theirs, slow and punishing. “you don’t even fuckin’ know what that means yet.” his free hand dragged down their side, nails scraping just enough to leave the faintest burn, just enough to make them squirm under him.
he took his time, forcing them to feel the weight of him, the heat, the control, before he shifted his hips back—and with one slow, merciless thrust, he sank into them, deep and full and complete, grinding a broken, desperate sound out of their throat whether they wanted to give it or not. rhett groaned low against their skin, rough and full of something filthy, primal, like even he had been holding back until now.
“fuck,” he muttered, voice wrecked against their neck, “you feel better beggin’ for it.”
he stayed deep, grinding slow, hips pressing flush to theirs, forcing every inch of him into them until there was nowhere else for them to run, nowhere else for them to hide.
he rocked into them once, twice, slow enough to be cruel, deep enough to make the bedframe groan under the strain. letting them know this wasn’t just a fuck. this was rhett carrow claiming every inch they’d offered him—and more. “you’re mine tonight,” he muttered again, biting rough at their pulse, “and when i’m through with you…” another thrust, brutal and full. “you won’t fuckin’ remember what it feels like to stand without me holdin’ you up.”
rhett smiled into their skin—sharp and hungry—like he was only just getting started. “now,” he rasped, pinning their wrists harder, slamming into them deeper,
They gasped as they were suddenly flipped. No more were they face-to-face with Everett; now, they were facing the sheets, his body pressed to theirs as if they were in a much smaller, enclosed room than this. He lifted them as if they weighed nothing, as if he couldn't wait for this just as much as they couldn't.
It was exactly what they were wanting from him.
Devi groaned at his words. "Yes," they whispered, nodding their head the best they could in their position. They wanted to be destroyed by him so much, no words could fully express it. They wanted him. They wanted everything that he could offer and more. No, it was more than a simple want; they needed him. They needed him to destroy them. And now that they have him like this, they weren't sure if they could ever go back to the way they fucked each other before.
Their body tightened as he rolled against them, his grunts and growls driving them fucking primal. They clenched their fists, desperately wanting to grab him and insert him inside them finally. So that he can finally fuck them. "Please, Rhett... Please," they groaned. "I need you inside me so much... Please..." How long would he continue this? How long would he tease them like this? They tried rolling their hips back against him, trying to gain some friction against their cunt that would help soothe the rising ecstasy growing inside them.
Until finally, finally, he inserted himself in them. Causing a broken and desperate low moan to leave their lips and their body clenching. Fuck, he felt amazing. No matter how many times his cock was in their body or where, their body took to him so easily, so naturally. It only felt even better hearing him groan. It felt so much better knowing that he needed this just as much as them. That he was allowed to be as filthy and primal and rough with them as he wanted, as he craved.
"Gods, yes," they moaned. Moving their hips to match his pace. "Yes, don't stop... Please don't stop, Rhett..." This was proving to be better than all their times together before. Between his words to his actions, his animalistic growls and how fucking low his voice was... Gods, they were going to remember this night for the rest of their lives. They were going to remember how his cock filled them up entirely, every single inch of him deep inside their cunt and how it wrapped around him perfectly. They were going to remember his deep, slow grinds and rocking heavily into them.
You're mine tonight.
Fire lit through their entire being and they nodded quickly. "I-I'm yours," they panted, whimpering as they laid their forehead against their forearms and shut their eyes tightly. Moaning loudly as he bit down on her. "I-I'm all yours, Rhett, fuck... Please don't stop. Please ruin me for anyone else, please."
They needed more. They needed to be destroyed. They needed to be wrecked. They needed to be ruined. They needed him. In all his glory.
Finally, he began to fuck them within an inch of their life. They screamed out, their head raising to rest back against his shoulder and their back arched right against his body. "Y-yes! Yes, Rhett, please! Please don't stop! Please ruin me, please keep fucking me like this!"
just sat there on the edge of the bed, wide-legged, solid under them, hands heavy on their hips like he was anchoring them down.
their hands were on him, their mouth leaving heat against his chest, up his throat, their body rolling slow against his—and rhett could feel every word they whispered like it was branding him.
he let out a low sound, deep in his chest—half-growl, half-laugh, like they’d just woken up something that wasn’t gonna let them walk straight for days. “you sure about that, sweetheart?” rhett rasped, voice low, thick, brushing their skin with every word. “you really ready to lose everything you got?”
his hands dragged slow down their thighs, then back up, rough and claiming, pulling them tighter against him, grinding them right down into the hard line of him without giving them a damn second to pretend they weren’t aching for it.
“you get one chance to back out,” he muttered against the hollow of their throat, kissing there once, slow and mean, like a warning. “after that—” he bit down lightly, just enough to make them jolt—
“you’re mine to wreck.”
he rolled his hips up, slow and punishing, once, twice, a deliberate grind that stole the breath right out of their lungs. “gonna fuckin’ ruin you, darlin’,” rhett growled, voice breaking rough against their ear, “til you forget your own damn name. til everybody outside knows exactly who you belong to without ever havin’ to ask.”
rhett didn’t give them time to catch their breath. didn’t give them time to rethink. he shifted, dragging them back with him onto the bed—not rough, but heavy, undeniable, the way a storm drags a ship under without even trying.
he moved slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to take them apart right, piece by goddamn piece.
settling deeper against the bed, hands dragging them down until they were straddling him just how he wanted—right where they belonged.
his mouth ghosted up their throat, across their jaw, slow and hungry, and when he reached their ear again, his voice dropped lower—filthier. just for them. just between the two of them and the goddamn walls that would remember it.
“bet you’re gonna sound even prettier,” rhett rasped, rough against their skin, “when you start beggin’ for real.”
It was always fun to play with fire. To push buttons and see exactly how far they can take someone until they lose control. It was even more fun with Rhett. With the man, they knew exactly the cost of getting him to lose control. And it was a cost that they were eager to pay, even if it meant being unable to walk for awhile or their throat growing hoarse from screaming. It was a cost they've been willing to pay since the day they met Everett. Since the day they bedded him and realized just how much they wanted to continue to bed him. To do anything and everything under the sun and moon with him. To do all the things they've already explored and everything they've still yet to explore. Rhett Carrow made them want to do that.
His words struck them to their very core, causing Devi to shiver with anticipation and desire. "I've been ready since the day I met you," they admitted. Biting down on his neck and sucking until they made a mark. They had a rule not to mark their clients; Rhett was the exception. They gasped as he gripped them, soon moaning lowly as they hid their face in the crook of his neck for a moment. "Fuuuck," they whined softly. Gripping to him tightly as they rolled their hips just ever so slightly faster against him.
They knew that he would be able to feel their growing wetness now. That he would know exactly what his words and actions were doing to them. Just how much they desired him, craved him, needed him. They cried out softly at the bite and his words, their head tilting back and eyes shutting tightly. The pain was so delicious that they needed more of it. That they needed more of him. "Do it," they moaned. "Fucking destroy me."
A groan left their lips as soon as they felt his hips move against them. He was teasing them, waiting to see them back out, but they won't do it. They've been wanting more from him for awhile now; they wanted to receive it. They wanted everything he was capable of and more. It didn't matter what happened to them in the process: as long as they were utterly destroyed by him in the best way possible, they would be content. They would be happy.
Their mind could hardly process his words, the siren feeling too much elation, when suddenly they were on their back. Their legs were quick to wrap around his waist, locking around him tightly as they beamed up at him. "Fuck me," they commanded at first. Needing a reminded that they weren't in control here; Everett was. Their hips rolled faster against him, their breathing heavier, as his lips ghosted over their skin. Devi let out a whine, one hand sneaking into his curls while the other traced nails up and down his back, as they finally began to beg: "Please... Please, fuck me, Everett. Please destroy me. Please fucking wreck me, please. I need you."
rhett let out a low laugh, rough and easy, head tipping back against the worn frame of the bed. “holdin’ out?”he said, voice still warm from the heat they’d made between them. “sweetheart, that was me bein’ generous.”
he didn’t bother hiding the grin pulling at his mouth—sharp, smug, and real, the way it always was around devi.
he shifted, arms folding behind his head, watching them pull their hair up, watching the way it spilled back down like they were doing it just to fuck with him. maybe they were. hell, probably.
“funny thing,” rhett drawled, tone dipping lazy and dangerous, “you talk real big for someone who was beggin’ for mercy five minutes ago.”
he lifted one hand, reached out slow, caught a piece of their hair between two fingers, twisting it lazy like he had all the time in the world to fuck with them right back. “almost convinced, huh?” he said, low, a flicker of amusement bright in his eyes. “guess i’ll just have to make my case harder next time.”
he let the strand of hair slip through his fingers, the threat light and playful but not empty. never empty with him. he could already feel the next round buzzing between them, thick in the air, waiting.
“unless,” rhett added, tilting his head slightly, voice dropping rough and soft, “you’re scared you might start likin’ losin’ to me too much.”
"Generous?" Already they felt a pool of warmth growing deep inside them once more. It was a song and dance with the man that they never grow tired of. In fact, it was something that they found themself looking forward to whenever they felt that familiar ache for him. The kind of ache that desperately needed him, that was always ready for him. Whether it had been seconds or days, the moment they saw him, they were ready to pull him to the nearest unoccupied space so that they could have him. "What if I were to beg nicely? Would you generously stop holding out on me?"
They took a glance over their shoulder to smirk at him. He knew the affect he had on them. They'd be quite surprise if he didn't. But they knew as well the kind of spell they had on him right back. They heard it in the dip of his tone. They felt it as he took a bit of their hair in his hand. A sigh left their lips at the sensation, their head tilted up to the ceiling and their dark eyes closing. "Mmm, I guess so." It would be quite an easy answer. It was one they were ready to give to him right now.
"Unless?" Their eyebrow arched up. Keeping their face hidden, a smile began to grow. "Is that right?" It very much so was. They enjoyed fucking as much as the next person, of course. But with him... It was something else entirely. After all these years and how often they were together, Rhett has discovered parts of them that no one else has. That they weren't sure anyone else ever could. Opening their eyes, they slowly moved to sit atop him. Straddling his waist and tracing their fingertips across his torso. Tilting their head, they leaned down to kiss his chest. Slowly, every so slowly, they kissed up: up to his neck, up to his jaw, kissing as much of his bare skin while they slowly rolled their hips. Reaching his ear, they whispered, "Perhaps you should make that case now. Give me everything you're capable of; I want all of Tortuga to know that I've lost to you and am prepared to always lose to you... But only if you can prove it."
dorian entered his quarters of the brothel which was a small room with hardly any privacy — but he liked it that way. he was right in the middle of where his sirens might need him, and he couldn't deny that he loved being in the centre of so much pleasure going on all around him. it was what he lived for, and now what he worked for. he could have afforded his own place in the slats or even further out of port if he wanted to, but he chose to remain at the heart of the brothel where he belonged.
he approached the mirror he kept above a basin, perhaps the only small luxury of the room other than the lavish bed which was a necessity, observing his reflection as he started to unbutton his shirt to get undressed. the interruption from the voice below the bed, however, had him drawing in a sharp breath as he practically leapt out of his boots.
"fucking shit, devi." of course it was devi, who else would it be? he sighed to relieve some of the tension, only to then go back to the mirror and continue to unbutton his shirt as if nothing had happened. "i'm disappointed. you hide under there for how long? only to tell me i have whatever a dust bunny is. you could do better than that." he smirked. "i'm also offended that you assumed i'd be coming to bed alone. don't make me start adding 'cleaning under my bed' to your roster."
"... I do not want to imagine you bedding someone." Her nose scrunched at the imagination. Could she understand why someone would want to bed Dorian? She supposes so. Yet the man has become something akin to a big brother or father to her and the other sirens that lived and worked here. It wasn't exactly a pretty image to conjure up.
Grabbing one of the bunny-looking dust bunches, she rolled out from beneath the bed. Groaning softly. While she was still capable of many things, she certainly wasn't as young as she once was. Rolling around on the ground wasn't the most fun thing to do at her age. Though it might be worse for Dorian. The image made her smile.
"You try and tell me that this doesn't look like a rabbit!" She stood up from the ground, brushing any dirt off her skirt, and held out the dust bunch to the man. "And please, I was completely effective. You nearly sounded like a child with the way you screamed like that. A rather naughty child with horrible manners, but a child nonetheless."
