Emira

Crown Princess of Turkey. 25.

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swedish-mira‌:

Mira gave a swift nod at her words and offered a small smile, since she was genuinely happy to have someone that agreed with an understood her words. “Maybe so, but I do detest just having to agree with them and then naturally my argumentative side comes out, I always try and stop it and yet it just comes on out as it pleases.” she admitted “I guess I just haven’t seen that in a single one here, they’ve all been nothing but vile to me and they all disgust me. You’ve honestly found a sexual experience like that with one of them? I just…It’s not something I can really believe, but I also wouldn’t put you down as a liar” she laughed off gently, still not being able to imagine such passion and rawness with a Pirate. But then again….It too made her curious. “Well I’ve certainly tried to as I like to think that it will build future relationships for when I’m queen and it’ll make the world a better place with us all connected. I’m glad we’ve met too, I would definitely love to discuss if you ever have any plans for how our countries could work together once we find a way off this island and get our crowns” she nodded, ever the public speaker and delegate, she really was on the path to being a good queen…If she could get over herself at times.

Emira offered the crown princess an answering smile, for once not finding it difficult to be genuine or sincere. Often she had to fake those emotions, often she faked them to get on someone’s good side or know she could later on regard them as an ally. She had become a great actress over the years. “I do too. Having to listen to them brag about how clever they are and how powerful they’ve become now that we’re under their thumb not the other way around. Half the time I just wish I could punch their smug faces. But I do restrain myself. Because I’ve figured that I’ll have the last laugh, when I find a way off this island under all of their noses. But I very much understand the urge.” She said with a nod. “Most disgust me too. And I honestly did not think I would stoop to sleep with one or more of them once I was brought here but..” she shrugged. “Why not use them for what they are good for. You know its all they do when not at sea, right? Fuck, drink and sleep. And no, I would not be lying about something like this.” Emira was smirking a little to herself. She did find Mira’s dissuasion somewhat amusing, they way she was going about it. “Your way of thinking is whats going to make our work to keep peace and collaboration an easier feat. Of course, we should put our minds together and see what we could come up with. Our countries might be far apart in milage but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t strive for good collaboration.” Inwardly Emira pegged Mira as a somewhat bigger person and regent than she herself thought she would become. She had always ruled with much more of a business mind and view than a peaceful and humane one. Then again she could always grow as a person and future regent. 

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harleyism‌:

            “ that ass of yours did too, but i was trying to be polite. “ she replied with an amused grin. being anything but subtle as she bit her bottom lip. “ however if you prefer a more direct approach –– demand it princess, i’m more than happy to serve. “ and she’d let her make her own mind about what she meant. intrigue had taken far too strong a hold of her to turn back now. which perhaps should be a sign to get out, but if there was one thing she couldn’t and wouldn’t resist it was a pretty face. especially if the promise of indulging came with it. “ although something tells me, that you’ve heard those words before. “ she theorized, with a smirk. “ can’t say i picture anyone leaving you waiting. “ or hanging for that matter and the thought had crossed her mind, however it left and quickly. 

her breath catching in her throat as she felt, slender gingers trace the curves of her neck. every nerve standing on end as the brunette boldly touched her. lips having crashed against hers, she sucked and pulled at them, completely breathless as her attention focused on her. “ the chase is never as fun as the actual pri…. “ and a gasp left, her as she was interrupted the brunette had reached for her, licking her lips she brazenly admired the girl’s body. showing little to no shame, as their lips crashed against each other, the action muffling a moan as she passionately and eagerly return the kiss. one hand tangling in her luscious dark hair, as the other came to rest on her ass. squeezing it, she dug her nails hard enough so she’d feel a pinch through her jeans. all concern for the very public scenario lost as she pushed her against a nearby tree. her knee coming to rest in the middle of her legs, pressing firmly. tilting her head, the red head’s eyes fluttered shut, the girl knew how to play. a moan slipped past her lips as she pulled on it with her teeth. “ nothing worth having, comes for free princess. “ she whispered over her red and plump lips.  “ not unless you take it. “ she challenged, her own hands, coming to squeeze her breasts  over her bra before she crashed lips against hers once more.

“Oh please don’t be. My ass is all yours Red.” Emira’s brows wiggled suggestively, a grin not far behind. Her ass was her most prized body part, and there was nothing she loved more than when others decided to play and worship it. “And here I thought you had just reminded me how I am not in a position to demand anything? Five minutes later thats changed. Careful now, those are the promises I’ll remember.” It was awfully refreshing, to have a pirate tell you they’d serve you, even if it was simply part of a game. Even if their main goal was to arouse and tease you. And while Emira loved those games, she found herself filled with impatience this time around. James was beautiful, every curve, every shape drew the princess in. “Its true, you are not the first to speak them to me.” She lifted her shoulders in a shrug, leaning in to whisper against those shapely lips. “Does that make you feel better?” 

Nothing was as pleasing to watch or hear, as the sound someone made when your touch affected them, perhaps more than they had intended to reveal. Then again this was exactly what the pirate wanted, the princess could tell. And she certainly was not about to deny her, rather she was highly motivated to indulge her until they both were unable to speak or think. Emira was lost to the taste of James’s lips and skin, an audible mewl sounding from her in response to the pinch her ass was receiving. She strutted, pushing her ass cheek into the pirates hand, asking for more. Then the ground moved around her, though she hardly paid any attention, and only felt the change by the tree digging into the space between her shoulder blades. The knee pushing her legs apart were drawing her attention far more. Sighing against those tasty lips, Emira held James’s gaze as she whispered back to her. Goading her really. “Clever tactic that, challenging me.” She murmured back, her fingers deftly undoing the zipper and button of the pirates jeans. “I’ll have you then.” With that she turned them around, so that James was the one pressed against the tree. Wordlessly the princess sank to her knees, taking those pesky jeans with her as she did. Her nose came to rest against the girls sex, stroking up and down a bit. Then her lips, teeth and tongue came out to play as well, running the length of her core outside her panties, wetting the fabric and nipping. Just like before, Emira brought her fingers too, a couple of them brazenly sliding the panties away, right between James’s legs, giving the smallest strokes of warning before she inserted them into the pirate, curling them in a ‘come hither’ motion as she rubbed her inner walls. 

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swedish-mira‌:

“I know that they won’t hurt me, not with the fact they need me for leverage. if they didn’t need me, well….They’d have killed me” she took a soft sigh and then ridded herself of the thought as it was still one that scared her greatly. “I will constantly argue with them, I want to keep the fools on their toes and realise that what they are doing is not something I will ever be comfortable with you see.” she then offered a small smile to her, even if there was concern in her features as she couldn’t understand sleeping with one of them “I may think differently were there one that I particularly found beautiful and not so unkempt” she admitted carefully after a moment. “Is the sex at least…Interesting?” she wondered. “I would have thought we’d met before, my Mother and Father had insisted that I met all the Crown Princes and Princesses that I could as I would be working with them in my future as a queen.” she admitted, holding out her hand for the other to shake if she wanted to.

“Exactly.” Emira answered with a small shrug. She thought that was what the royals had going for them the most. They wouldn’t be harmed, no matter how many threats were made. And sadly a lot of them seemed to forget that, and allow the pirates to inspire fear in them. Enough fear so that they bent to their will and played the meek sheep. “Yes well, arguing with them and arguing over something you can’t change isn’t quite the same now is it? But keeping them on their toes is definitely the route to go. I simply don’t see the use of spending energy trying to convince them that they are wrong, when you’ll never succeed in changing their minds. As a collective they have made a decision and its highly unlikely that they will go back on it. Strategically that wouldn’t make sense.” While the concern she could spot in the others eyes were touching, Emira knew she was not the princess here anyone needed to worry about. She had her priorities straight, she had her head and intellect with her. Emotions couldn’t sway how she felt about the pirates or how she planned on acting once she got home safe. “They do exist as it happens, the clean, shaved, quite put together ones.” It was hard not to smile at that, at pointing out there were pirates who did not look like filthy drunkards. “The sex my dear is beyond what I could have imagined. Primal and passionate and oh so rough. Which I happen to desire above all, so its a win for me.” Emira grinned, flicking strands of her long brown hair over her shoulders, statisfaction practically coming out of her ears as she spoke. “You’ve met all the crown princes and princesses around the world? Must have been a busy schedule getting around. I have to say its a shame we haven’t met before, though now we have so that is a small consolation at least.” 

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It had been almost two weeks. Two dreadfully long, painfully absent weeks of him being nowhere to be found and her searching and aching for him. So the second she clapped eyes on him, or more accurately, his back, heading for the public toilets connected to the canteen, Emira all but jogged after. It was not as if she couldn’t survive without Lucas on the island. As a resourceful, stubborn and confident soul she was more than capable of taking care of her own needs and desires. But saying she hadn’t missed him would be a lie. The boys bathroom were filled with stalls, though she had been quick enough to catch up with him before he slipped into one. Reaching out for his arm she tugged him close, leaning up to speak mere inches from his face. “No messages, no letters, no nothing. You really know how to leave a girl hanging.” She said in a quiet, though sultry tone, the smallest of pouts forming on her lips. The princess wasn’t actually angry with him, unusual warmth shining in her eyes as their eyes met. 

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Until you’re mine | Vidar&Emira

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vidarofdenmark‌:

Thus far, the reunions Vidar had with the Royals he knew had all been a sort of bitter-sweet, well apart from Mia there was nothing sweet about seeing her again. The Dane had thought it was in his best interest to depart from where most people congregated on the island, near the canteen and whatever other buildings seemed to be the most popular. The shoreline, however? Well, there was such a long stretch of it that it wouldn’t be likely to even come face to face with another unless both parties had insisted upon it, at least that is what Vidar’s assumption had been. How wrong he was. 

The voice that had called to him had been nothing more than a siren song, one he hadn’t and certainly wouldn’t ever forget. Dare say the same voice he had dreams about for months on end after she had left him, the sort that so easily turned a memory into a nightmare. His breath caught in his throat and the assumption that his heart would be beating out of his chest instead felt as if it had stopped, sinking into his stomach. With nothing more than trepidation, hazel eyes soon moved from the skyline he had been staring at and over to the woman who had been his addiction and downfall. “No — I don’t…” he couldn’t do it. Maybe Emira could so easily play off seeing each other for the first time in a decade with some comment concerning his arrival, but he couldn’t. Not like this and not how she left things. His legs felt like lead with the few steps the Dane had even managed to make towards the brunette, though that quickly fell short once Vidar no longer had the ability to move forward, not willfully. “Emira,” the prince mumbled, though just like his movements had fallen short his words had become nothing more than silence. He had so much he wanted to say to her, but now that the time was here? Well, he felt paralyzed. 

Since being brought to the island, Emira had mostly been spared what others seemed to experience frequently as reunions with other royals. It was not that she lacked friends or allies, but rather that she knew who to seek out and who to leave be. Given the choice in this particular matter, the Turkish crown princess could not decide which she would have opted for. While her expectations to seeing her ex boyfriend again were very low, there was that obvious part of her heart that still belonged to him. Not that he needed to know that, but she wouldn’t pretend otherwise. Out of all of the men and women she had been with, Vidar was certainly that one who had left a serious mark. Who she could never forget, and for once, wouldn’t want to. 

As in control of her emotions as Emira usually was, they slipped out of her grasp now, staring back at him, hesitant but also curious. With her comment and how she had left him ten years ago, she would have expected a hurricane of anger and hate to come crashing over her the second he saw her. When that did not happen, the brunette eyed the smallest window of opportunity. It was selfish of course. A better woman would have simply apologized and let him be. But she was not that type of woman. She wasn’t selfless or all that kind or ruled by her compassion. Drawn closer by his silence, she stepped forward until she was right in front of him, deep chocolate hues running over his face and physique, determining that he looked no worse for wear, if anything he had only grown more into himself. Become even more of a sight for sore eyes. Then again it was unlikely she would be allowed to do much else than look with him, so she figured she ought to take advantage now before he came to his senses and remembered what a heartless bitch she had been. Or acted was more like it. In order to see their break up trough, she’d had to close her heart off, build walls to ward off not only the reactions she had expected he’d have, but also any sympathy, love or regret she herself might have held. “What? No angry triads? No viciousness? And here I was thinking you’d be harboring ten years worth of anger solidified into hate given how I gave us up.” She said in a quiet tone, though not without breaking eye contact. She had to shove her hands in her pockets to keep from reaching out to him, unable to ignore the urge to. It was tempting to accept all the blame. To beg for his forgiveness. Give explanations she was sure that one letter had not been long enough to describe. But it also seemed a tad pointless.. the odds of him forgiving her were so slim. Not to mention that her pride had grown some in the years they had been apart. “I gave you up and all you got was a letter. You have every right to be furious with me.” While the words were blunt, Emira could not help but chew her lip, her eyes big and doe like as she kept staring at him. Kept wishing there was a way to get past all of this. 

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i used to see beauty in people, but now i see muscle and bones

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wendywarwick‌:

“Uh.” Wendy was smooth. She was. When she wasn’t caught off guard. This beautiful princess, however, had certainly done that. Sighing, she shook her head, lifting up her clothes for a moment. “I wasn’t leaving quite yet. I do need to change. It is the very reason I came in here.” 

Emira knew she wasn’t being exactly easy to deal with at the moment. She had a tendency to do that, curious how others would handle her questions and challenges, how they would adapt. If they would adapt. It was a pure sign of boredom. Of having too much energy to spend and not enough someones to spend it with. “So you are opting out of the whole shower thing? I see.” She said, after having gestured a bit to the room around them, the shower right behind her. “Did you have a nice work out?” 

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Until you’re mine | Vidar&Emira

Making sure no one was paying attention or walking outside, Emira slipped out of James’s villa and settled on the far side of the porch with a bottle of red wine securely in her grasp. While she did not think her keeper would object much to her having a few sips, she doubted the pirate would willingly hand over an entire bottle. Of course, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Crewing off the lid, Emira raised the bottle to her lips, taking a decent pull. Her swallow was followed by a small sigh, though also the wish that she would have some cheese or dark chocolate to go with the wine. Now that would have been a splendid dinner. Staring out at the water, her shoulders encased in a blanket also belonging to her pirate captor, the crown princess found herself reminiscing as she often did when alone. 

Thinking of her family, of older times, of her company and all in all, a previous life that one had to wonder if would be there months or years from now. Emira did wonder if she would get back to that life, or if it was truly lost to her. She hadn’t given up yet, hadn’t accepted that it would all be gone. But the thought was there. Like a slithering snake coming out at night, ready to strike. She was half trough the bottle and had moved down to the waters edge, dipping her toes in and humming softly to herself, when she felt eyes on her. Slowly, the brunette turned to look around, her eyes coming to a sudden stop as they landed on a male just a few feet away. He wasn’t hard to recognize. Despite the ten years it had been since they last saw each other. “I suppose not even the Danish are a match for the pirates anymore.” She said, her tone calm and neutral while she took the sight of him in, trying to ignore the tightening in her chest and speeding of her heart. “Merhaba Vidar.” She greeted him in Turkish, somehow finding it easier to say hello in her native tongue than in English. 

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evan-lastor‌:

By now Evan could read every faint signal she gave, signaling him that she was playful, yet purposeful in her movements. The roll of her hips against his was a tell tale sign, but that went without saying. She knew he enjoyed the game as much as she did, and in the end the true game was who could resist the longest. “And just like a woman to hoard all the credit to herself,” he retorted, looking into her deep brown hues that could instantly hypnotize any lustful creature. When she wandered to the water’s edge, he took a few paces behind her but waited with watchful, curious eyes. Even now after months of not seeing each other, she still wanted to play cat and mouse except between the two of them, it was more lion vs. bear. They both were like two heartless predators going after what their body craved in order to survive, not caring who they trampled on in their midst. “You know,” he began, taking a few steps closer to the fiery brunette, “If you really wanted to get back home, you could use that inflated ego of yours as a life raft,” his words were meant to be playful, even if there was truth to them. “I can only imagine the hearts you’ve torn out already on the island. Should I be weary of zombie princes or pirates looking for a heart to take to replace the one you’ve stolen?” Evan would never be foolish enough to think that Emira didn’t fuck whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Her sex drive was as prolific and profound as a person’s need to breathe air through their lungs for survival. Neither of them could master the art of monogamy, but what was the point in trying? One day they’d be forced to marry and carry out their royal duties to rule. procreate, and all that happens in between. In the meantime it was alluring to play around and tip the scales in favor of living life and basking in more pleasures than the senses could grasp. When Emira’s top came off and carelessly hurled to the ground, Evan didn’t miss the invitation that was apparent in her question. “If it’s so warm, you ought to lose the rest of your clothes. The only way you should work up a sweat is if I’m inside of you,” he grinned deviously as he walked closer to her, still keeping his clothing on.

To others it might be a mystery, why they would play the same game when they both desired the precise same outcome. In some ways it was a perverse need to show strength, to show endurance and prove to yourself that you still had the upper hand. There were very few people Emira truly thought of as her equals, as someone worth all of her attention and energy. Evan was one of those few. Which was why she found it natural for them to spar, go up against each other like they did. Of course she didn’t keep score of who won each round, that wouldn’t serve any purpose. But she went into each game, each interaction, wanting to outlast him. “I strongly disagree. Its males who want all the credit. Women have to fight for it time and time again. Perhaps especially in business.” She casually pointed out, momentarily thinking of her work back home, missing the feeling of always being in charge. Of having complete control and access that she could only dream of on this island. Glancing back at Evan, she found it all too easy to lust over that lanky body of his. Not to mention the way he followed her with his deep blue eyes. While there were things about him, about them she would never doubt no matter the time spent apart, their future suddenly seemed less set. Less predictable than before. The knowledge made her wonder if anything would change between them ,or if they would go on as they always had. Enjoying the chase, falling into patters of seeing each other and using each other for what they both craved and could never get enough of. His comment though was a small slap to the face, a quick reminder of how well he really knew her. Which, under normal circumstances she would have laughed at it, brushed it off, able to hear the truth and show him just how little she cared. In this case though, it stung. Felt like more of a low blow than a playful jab. She tipped her head, using her hair to disguise the hurt flashing in her eyes. Showing others their words had power over you were another form of weakness. Admitting you could be hurt was another. “Yes well, not even my ego is big enough to build one it seems.” She said in neutral response. “I’ll give you three weeks to catch up babe. By then I am sure the other half of the zombie population will be due to your poisonous charm.” With that she whipped her hair back away from her face, eyes once more connecting with his. He could paint her as a heartbreaker time and time again. They both knew the truth. He was just as bad as her, bedding girls left and right. Neither of them had any sort of restraint or morals that kept them from doing exactly what they wanted and taking exactly what they needed. The fact that neither were willing to apologize for it said it all. This was who they were and changing was unlikely to ever happen. If they got out of this hot mess named captivity then they would one day have to actually have sex for different reasons. Reasons Emira shuddered inwardly when she thought of. Procreating was not something she was looking forward to. Motherhood was not something she yearned for. And she would postpone it for as long as she could. She’d rather keep having sex for the actual pleasures and thrills. His words had her smirking, not taking her eyes of him as he came closer. “If you really mean that then you’ll loose some of yours. But its true I do prefer my work outs to begin and end with you fucking me senseless.” There was true mischief in her eyes as she stepped right up to him and reached down to allow her fingers to feel and caress the bulge of his pants. “I’m sure this one has missed me, even if you refuse to admit as much.”

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swedish-mira‌:

Mira immediately perked up when she heard Emira’s words and looked at her with brighter eyes “Oh my Lord, someone who understands” she gasped almost in relief, her hand setting on her chest. “But none of these sea animals make any sense to me, they all seem to be ridiculous and just wanting some absurd revenge that is nothing to even do with me!” she then arched an eyebrow when the other spoke of ‘lover’. Had this one lay with a pirate? “Oh I’m not even going to be modest, because yes I really do…And I miss them so so much” she sighed “I’m Mira. Crown Princess of Sweden”

Emira gave the other a slight smile, despite the topic at hand. Her relief was both apparent and a bit touching. She remembered what it was like herself when she arrived on the island, knowing no one and not having a soul around to trust or lean on. Not that she aspired to have either, with a fierce need to be strong and independent all on her own, but she could recognize that sometimes you did need someone to talk openly with. “A lot of them are like that yes. Their form of revenge pathetic and misguided. In truth all their threats ring hollow. They won’t actually harm us. But as royalty, no matter which country you might be from, you do find yourself as their enemy and target. Its no use arguing why their pursuit of vengeance shouldn’t include you. Instead try to accept that it just does and there’s little you can do to change their views. Its not worth your time.” She said in a sure, even tone, though not missing the others arched brow, a clear sign that she was quietly judging her for sleeping with the enemy. “You have to ask yourself how far you are willing to go then. I’d rather have the enemy in my bed, wrapped around my pinkie finger, than being in filthy rags for months on end.” At that Emira shrugged a bit. Her opinion would not be one every royal shared. She had chosen to take advantage where she could, like she always did. “Emira. Crown Princess of Turkey.” 

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wendywarwick‌:

“I didn’t, um,” Wendy floundered, her cheeks blushing an even deeper red as she realized how attractive Emira was. Licking her lips, she shook her head. “I guess I didn’t think about it much. I didn’t think I’d run into anyone right away.”

Emira quietly cocked a brow, watching the pretty blonde trying to put together a sentence. It was cute, and her obvious intimidation was nothing short of flattering, though the crow princess was unlikely to point that out. Positions such as this one, which could turn compromising and intimate rather quickly, were a favorite of hers. Abandoning the water, she stepped closer to Wendy, tilting her head slightly. “And now that you have? Are you gearing up to run back out?” She asked, coming to a stop right in front of her. Honestly it would be a bit disappointing if she was. 

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irishprincex‌:

“I didn’t expect them to be especially creative i admit.” he looked at the princess and smiled “not everything seems to be too terrible here but is more about the company than the place or them of course.” he looked around again and sighed “how long you have been here?”

“Sadly some of them are a lot brighter than most of us would have anticipated.” She nodded a bit at his comment before smiling back. “Yes well it only makes choosing good company that much more important, don’t you think?” She leander her hands into her skirt pockets, studying him for a bit before letting her gaze too wander. “Its been about two and a half months now, I think. Keeping track of the days without a calendar or any electronic devices is a bit tricky.” 

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harleyism‌:

              this girl seemed to be a true mystery, completely impossible to read and that appealed. dangerous perhaps, but utterly irresistible and the fact that she was attractive helped too. “ oh? “ james replied with a quirk of her brow, so the pretty princess had buttons. “ you’ve got my attention, princess  ––  i look forward to pressing each and every single one of them. “ she replied with a wiggle of her nose. still standing dangerously close to the dark haired beauty, bright hazel eyes glued to her doe ones. pulling on the ends of the girl’s hair, she moved her fingers toward her arm trailing them up and down lightly.  a set of imagines flashing through the young pirate’s head, things she now couldn’t wait to try out. “ that’s something you’ll have to figure out on your own gorgeous, but trust me when i say that i’m quite RECEPTIVE. “ 

hell she was struggling to not push the girl against a tree and have her way with her then. emira was proving far to tempting to really think of consequences. “ and my heart isn’t as delicate as one would think. “ excitement began to form in the pit of her stomach, as the princess trailed her delicate fingers across her cheek, eyes still glued to hers for a second before she pushed her lips to meet hers in an a tentative kiss. testing the waters couldn’t hurt after all no? lips moving against hers, as her hands came up to grab that luscious long hair, letting it tangle in her fingers, before she pulled away. “ right girl huh… PROVE it. “ she challenged, one of her hands coming to lightly smack her in the ass before she chuckled over her lips as she nipped at them.  eagerly awaiting the other’s next move, would she take the bait? if she did, it would surely be a fun introduction to their time together. 

The pirate was equal parts of easy and difficult to read. Nothing about her was impossible to deduce, but certain reactions and implications she made were tougher to suss out. Finding herself with a decently matched opponent always filled Emira with a type of playful, high on life energy that she otherwise would have to dig a little for. Even when the dance involved personal things, even when her opponent managed to coax small truths or hints she should be keeping under lock and key, it was exhillarating. “That’s got your attention?” She lightly teased. “And be my guest, as with anyone, you’re welcome to try.” The last word emphasised, a calm shrug added. If you were smart, you did not indulge too much. Small threads here and there were fine, but no major reveals or admittances. After so many years playing different mind games and strategical arguments with different monarchs and different politicians, Emira knew how much to give and what to keep close to her chest. Trust did not come naturally to her. Feeling James’s fingers continue to run trough her hair, the crown princess suppressed a sigh. While the gesture itself could be seen as somewhat belitteling, the way someone would stroke your hair and pet your head to remind you they were somehow above you, it was also a teasing yet pleasant one. Despite her practiced restraint, Emira was unable to hold back the shiver that went trough her body in response to both the touch and their accompanying words. Oh she was just dying to find out just how receptive the pirate was. “I’ll take that as a challenge. We’ll see how receptive you truly are.” Her eyebrows wiggled slightly at that. 

Licking her lips slightly, the princess found herself a bit mesmerized as her fingers glided across the redheads soft, porcelain colored skin. She didn’t stop at her neck, rather she continued down to her left breast, her thumb teasingly feeling James nipple underneath her clothes, circling the spot in a massaging nature. “Hmm, I sure hope not.” She murmured in response, all too ready for the kiss that followed, unable to hide her excitement as her lips returned pressure, a lot less soft in their response than she had intended. By the time James pulled back, Emira was nearing breathless, her cheeks flushed, desire pooling and wrecking havoc inside her. “Cutting down on the chase are we?” She grinned at that, biting her bottom lip hard as her ass sung out, all too sensitive to any touch. God she wanted James to do that again. And again. “Fine.” And with that Emira wrung her top off, and tugged James flush against her by pulling the girls belt loops. Capturing the pirates lips, this kiss was anything but tentative or careful. Instead it was hungry and passionate, leaving nothing to the imagination. Yet Emira didn’t stop there. Once needing breath her lips trailed down James’s jaw and throat, one hand sliding trough her hair, another reaching down between them, down to the girls crotch. Deftly fingers pressed and rubbed her there, varying pressure in a teasing manner, a slight promise of what was to come. “I wonder what you taste like.. what you sound like, what you look like when you come.. Won’t you show me?” Words whispered against her ear in a sultry and seductive tone. 

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“I’ve been forced to go native…” Mira said a little bitterly, her words a little cryptic until she pointed down at the sneakers she was wearing, of course being kidnapped with only the clothes on her back had forced her to have what she considered were items from the ‘lost property bin’ and was now wearing a baggy thin sweater and some leggings, she couldn’t stand it. “These are truly the icing on a cake that I definitely did not want to receive…” she then clicked her tongue, maybe she was complaining too much? She wasn’t sure. “I just wish there was something more to my taste.”

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Emira cocked a brow, not entirely following until the other princess pointed at her shoes. Taking in the sight of them she gave an assertive nod. “You sure have. Its what these mongrels do though, they debase us and force us to live like commoners.” She said with a wrinkle of her nose, glancing at her own flats. At least they weren’t sneakers, though she’d had to grovel a bit in order to get them, which was enraging in itself. “My best and only advice is to find a pirate that can be persuaded to buy you other shoes. My lover got these for me, among other things. Alas your anger and frustration is very much justified.” Emira said, abnormally sympathetic to the other as she shared her feelings and had experienced the same frustrations. “I bet you look incredible in heels.” 

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            boy was she going to have her hands full with this one but at the very least she could appreciate the view. hey, she’d have to be dead not to take notice of those gorgeous legs after all. “ a little sensitive then? “ she teased once more, in truth she had no idea of what it was like to be royalty given that she was everything but that. she’d been an orphan, completely forgotten about after her mother passed away when she was six –– the foster care system having failed her in just about every aspect. so the idea of having the world at your feet? it was foreign to her and almost impossible to imagine. so yes, she poked fun at it because it was the best way she knew how to deal with things. laughter, was after all the best medicine and the best solution in most cases. “ only the best for you princess. “ she replied with a smirk, sizing the other woman up, hazel eyes meeting intensely with the dark of hers. “ but if it’s punishment you’re looking for –– i could think of a few ways, that would most certaintly entertain me. “ and that could be taken however the woman liked. “ you might just have to earn those… “ she challenged, only to reach for a lock of gorgeous brown hair and twirl it around her fingers, still remaining ridiculously close to the other, before she rolled her eyes at the ‘ daddy issues ‘ mention, it was best not to dive into it. her past, was exactly that in the past, piracy was her life now and that was all that matters. 

“ all part of the game sweetheart…  “ she mused, at her accusation of mixed signals. “ you look like someone who likes to PLAY –– don’t tell me that i’m wrong, that might just break my heart. “ she dramatically mused, a chuckle bubbling in the back of her throat as she spoke. “ maybe i’m curious to see if you’ll actually rise to the challenge, so many of you are so… what’s the word, boring. “ she added with a shrug of her shoulders. “ can’t blame a girl, for wanting a change of pace, now can you? “

There was always a stark difference between people who Emira viewed as worthy opponents, or who she thought might be able to handle all that she was, and those who clearly could not. She wasn’t surprised to find that despite the redheads size and sarcasm, she seemed capable. All the more fun, Emira could not help but think. The most boring state was the one of no challenges, when you had nothing and no one trying to break you or oppose you or put you in your place. A flicker of a genuine smile touched the princess lips at the tease. “Not in the ways you might be suggesting.” She replied, but her words were decidedly lighter and softer this time around. Just a small glimpse of the girl behind the enormous attitude and confidence. No pirate around would truly grasp what royalty was like, and they weren’t supposed to. You couldn’t put yourself in someone else’s shoes when you had not had the experience yourself. Or so she firmly believed. An answering smirk appeared at James’s comment, causing Emira to tilt her head while she stared evenly back. “Aw, I’m honored.” And while those words were all sarcasm, the next part of the conversation had the brunette’s eyes glint with just a touch of thoughtfulness. And also mischief. “I do enjoy a hard spanking every now and then. As for earing, how do you suggest I go about doing that? Do I look like the type to plead or beg?” The question itself had her snickering a little at how unlikely that was to happen. The only time Emira actually did go there was during sex, and even then it seriously chafed at her pride. It was both an odd and slightly pleasant sensation, having your hair played with. Allowing James to, Emira was far too occupied studying the redheads reactions to her own words, taking note and mentally storing the smallest little sign that she might use for ammunition at a later date. 

Of course she could easily admit to herself that the pirate was a sight for sore eyes. She had a lot of things going for her in spite of that height. The flaming hair, the hazel eyes, her milky white skin with the slight touch of freckles. And curves that were all but begging to be appreciated. “Oh honey, you don’t know who you are playing with. But I suppose you’re willing to take the risk.” She wiggled her brows at that, unable to keep from grinning where she stood. “You’re not wrong, I love to play. Though its rare to find someone worthy of pulling out the stops for, someone who’s capable of playing themselves. Your poor heart might just get dented, just a little.” The princess chuckled a bit too, a hand coming up to caress the pirates cheek. “I assure you, James, there’s no challenge I can’t defeat. If there’s a change of pace you want, you’ve got yourself the right girl for the job.” 

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—- Now, Connor loved to travel and so he had been in many beaches and islands, it wasn’t like all this was new to him. That said he wasn’t fond of the heat, he also wasn’t fond of being somewhere against his will. so Connor’s mood was awful, he wasn’t even sure what was happening, he knew of the kidnappings of other royals, he didn’t live under a rock but he didn’t know what was going on on the grand scheme of things. not knowing things also made him annoyed. “This pirate island thing is such a cliche. “ He muttered as he looked around

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Emira was particularly frustrated this morning. Her current pirate captor was a five feet tall wise ass with a short fuse which one hundred percent reminded her of why she had detested sharing a bedroom with her younger sister as a young child. By the time she had reached teenhood, she had managed to get her own room luckily, or the two might have ended each other. Sharing a bathroom, kitchen, living room with another girl was annoying as hell. Perhaps especially when there was no flirting and nothing sexual going on. If there had been she might have been more forgiving. Less testy. Needing to blow off some steam in solitude, the crown princess had stepped out to walk along the beach. Happening upon a prince muttering to himself, she couldn’t help but bite back a smile at his comment. “Its pathetic really that they couldn’t be more creative than this.” She chimed in, fully agreeing with him.