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Chapter 20
Ed and Izzy had learnt a lot in the last few hours.
They’d learnt there were no pups on the ship. They’d learnt Hornigold had claimed to toss them all into the ocean. Told the crew each litter, that he’d dumped them all in a sack and threw them overboard. But they’d also learnt that was a lie. A story crafted to make him seem ruthless, beyond questioning. In reality, Hornigold had sold them. Hard to tell which was a worse fate.
Hornigold told them, proudly, smugly , about all the omegas he’d taken to bed. Only the virgins, mind. Unless someone special caught his eye. Like Izzy had, he reminded them all with a wink. Izzy’d cracked him in the jaw for that one.
All told, there were a fair number of pups out there that had Benjamin-fucking-Hornigold to call sire. And more on the way. Ed felt sick to his stomach.
Izzy looked like he wanted to take Ben apart one joint at a time.
“You know!” Izzy spat. Ed had drawn them into a far corner for a bit of privacy after hours of enduring Ben’s fucking conquests. “You know what virgin is code for, Ed.” Izzy looked a little green around the gills himself. “You cannot seriously be considering letting this piece of shit live.”
Sighing, Ed shook his head. “Course not, Iz.” No, there had never been a chance Ben was making it out of this alive. “But letting him think that means we get more info. And we need all we can get.”
“Fucking why?” Izzy turned, fixing Hornigold -- now gagged and blindfolded as well as tied to the chair -- with a glare. “What good is listening to this really doing, Ed? Why are we here instead of…” Ed knew what Iz wasn’t saying. Knew they were both anxious to get back to their mates.
“I’ll know it when I hear it,” Ed sighed. “Just… trust me, Iz.”
Izzy narrowed his eyes but nodded and they returned to Ben, taking off the blindfold and gag.
“So, let me see if I’ve got this right,” Ed said, carefully pulling up a chair before Hornigold. He sat in it, backwards, resting his arms on the back of the chair. Casual, cool, unruffled. “You’ve been picking up children -- desperate children. Offering them work and adventure. Breeding them, and then selling the offspring to make your fortune?”
The sick fucker grinned and gave a shrug. “I reckon you’ve got the gist,” he said. “Still do a bit of plundering in between litters. Gotta keep the men happy.” Ben winked and Ed fought down the urge to gauge the eye from its socket. “Oh don’t give me that look, Hands.” Hornigold turned his attention to Izzy, who stood a safe distance away, scowling. “They like it. The chance to sleep in the captain’s quarters, months to be pampered and lavished with all the finest food and trinkets. They have it better than they ever have.”
“Not impressive when the bar is so fuckin’ low,” Izzy spat.
“Well, you would know, wouldn’t you, Hands?” Ben’s smile turned cruel, wicked. “I remember what you were like. So lonely and abandoned that you’d come crawling for any scrap of attention. Didn’t matter how mean I was, fuck I think you liked it better when I was mean. And it’s not like Eddie over here was any nicer. Can’t say I’m surprised to still see you at the end of his leash. Apparently, he’s even got you good and bred now.”
Izzy lunged at the man in the chair and Ed threw himself between them. It took every ounce of his strength to push his first mate back as Iz scrabbled and bit and cursed. He wanted to kill Ben in that moment and for some reason that made Ben look triumphant, satisfied, victorious.
“Iz, stop,” Ed hissed quietly. “He’s baiting you.”
“Dont’ fucking care,” Izzy roared. “Gonna skin him with my sword, I swear to fuck Ed, fucking-”
Ed grabbed Izzy by his cravat and pulled him close, melding their bodies together as he pressed his lips to Izzy’s ear. “You’re smart. Look at him. He wants you to kill him. He’s hiding something and we have to find out what that something is, Izzy.” The smaller body still strained against him and Ed dropped his voice into a low growl. “Stand. Down . First Mate, Hands.”
Decades of repetition had Izzy obeying before he’d even registered he was doing it. The fight left -- though the tension remained -- and Ed released his grip on the cravat.
“Go check in with Jim,” Ed ordered, throwing a look back over his shoulder to make sure Izzy obeyed. He needn't have looked, the slamming door told him he’d gone.
Ed returned to his chair, sitting with arms on the back of it once more. Only this time, he pulled out a knife and idly played with it as he spoke, not bothering to look at Ben as he did. “Now why would you be riling Iz up like that, hmm?” Ed darted his eyes to the corner, to the soft pile of bedding the young omega slept on. Even through all this chaos and shouting, he was out cold. They were going to have to help them. He’d have Jim take him onto the Revenge when they returned.
“See, I reckon you’re hiding a secret, Ben.” Ed tore his eyes from the young omega and nailed the intensity of his gaze on his former captain. “Now, I told Izzy you were trying to get him to kill you so we couldn’t learn the secret, but that’s not it, is it, Ben?”
Hornigold grinned. “You always were the clever one,” he praised. “Israel is a hot-head, but not my Eddie.”
“I’m not your anything,” Ed said simply. “Except maybe your savior. You tell me what it is you’re hiding. What is so bad that you’d rather Iz kill you fast than let him know the truth?”
“Think you know,” Ben grunted. “Think you knew the moment you smelled that omega.”
“You’re lucky Izzy didn’t get as close as I did.,” Ed said, biting down the bile at his confirmed suspicions. “That that omega reeks of you”
Benjamin just smirked.
“Who is he, Ben?” Ed leaned forward and pressed the tip of the knife into the dark leather which stretched over the other man’s knee. “Izzy’s long lost brother? A cousin?”
Ben’s smile twisted into something truly grotesque and Ed fought down the urge to vomit even as he denied what that smile implied.
“You remember,” Hornigold said, smirking. “That year, just a bit before the mutiny you two stirred up, when Izzy took leave?”
How could Ed forget? It had been the longest year of his life.
He and Izzy had jumped ship a while before that, seeking out new crews to join. All told, they spent maybe a decade hopping from one to another before realizing they weren’t ever going to be satisfied with taking orders. And if they were going to mutiny, they knew exactly who they wanted to take down.
So, they’d returned to Ben’s crew. Started back at the bottom but quickly moved up the ranks as Ben started to feel more comfortable with them. They laughed when he laughed and only undermined him in ways he couldn’t see.
Then, all of a sudden, about a year in, Izzy came to Ed and told him in a hushed frantic voice that he had to leave. He looked scared, eyes darting to every shifting sound and shadow as he shoved a few things in a bag. Ed offered to come with him. They were best mates, conspirators, soon to be captain and first mate and there was nothing Ed wouldn’t have done for Izzy back then, more than a decade ago.
But Izzy had cussed and spit and hissed and made Ed stay. Stay and stick to the plan. Keep the course steady for when Izzy came back and they could start their lives for real. So Ed had let him go.
And didn’t see hide nor hair of him for nearly a year.
When Izzy came back he looked different. His body was different in a way Ed couldn’t define. It wasn’t just how skinny he'd gotten or how dark the circles under his eyes were -- something fundamental had changed. But whatever it was, Izzy wouldn’t talk about it and Ed couldn’t figure it out.
Two years after that, they successfully mutinied on Ben and left him stranded on a sandbar.
Fuck, they really thought he’d been dead.
“I remember.” Ed’s voice trembled and his mind, he could feel it moving slowly, as if through honey. Trying to protect him from what was to come.
“How long ago was that, do you think, Eddie?” Ben’s smile was more teeth than lips. As if, despite wanting Izzy to kill him quick, he couldn’t help but gloat. “About a dozen years?”
Ed’s eyes slid to the omega in the corner. He was curled in a tight ball, arms wrapped protectively around his bulging middle, face tucked into the pile of bedding. But Ed remembered his dark hair and his distinctive nose. Familiar eyes that darted away in fear.
His mind’s eyes flashed and suddenly they were Izzy’s eyes, darting away from Ed.
“Fucking hell.” Ed felt bile rising again.
“Well, when I found out what Israel had been hiding from me,” Ben said simply, as if it were the most mundane thing in the world. “You know I had to go get it back. After all, he’s my pup too.”
“You bred him?” Ed was going to be sick. Well and truly. He’d thought Ben was a monster, was ready to kill him for what he’d done to Iz and Ed and countless other boys, but this ?
“You weren’t around when Iz was just a young pup,” Ben said by way of explanation. “He was such a pretty little thing and, well, so’s his son. Couldn’t help it. Guess I got caught up in the nostalgia.”
Ed did sick up then, throwing his head over the back of the chair and aiming for Ben’s boots. He growled as he wiped his mouth and straightened, shoving the knife blade into Ben’s knee with a satisfying crunch and even more delicious scream.
“No wonder you wanted him to kill you quick,” Ed growled. He was ready to rage but the scent wafting from him must have triggered something instinctual in the omega because he woke and scrambled upright, terrified eyes darting to look at Ed as he shoved himself into the corner. The need to nurture and protect, one he’d never really indulged in until Stede, took over.
“Death is too good for you,” Ed said, standing. He walked to the door and hollered, “IZ!”
His first mate was back in a flash, dashing into the room with his blade drawn. Ed held his hand up, palm out. “We’re killing him. You’re killing him. But not here and not until you know why.” Izzy looked confused, but nodded. “Jim done with their work?” Izzy nodded again. “Good, then we’re taking these ships to shore. Somewhere secluded. I want you to be able to take your time with him.”
“Ed what did he tell you?” Iz’s gaze darted between the two men. And then, upon hearing the whimper, to the omega on the floor.
“I promise,” Ed whispered. “I will tell you everything, but right now I need you to take this omega to the Revenge. Get him somewhere safe and comfortable, then get her ready to sail. I’ll take command here and get us to land.”
Izzy opened his mouth to say something, probably an objection -- he wasn’t nearly as blindly obedient as before -- but was cut off when Jim rushed into the cabin.
“Captain,” they panted, breathless and panicked. “It’s Stede.”
Ed was already moving toward them, a litany of questions on his lips when Jim said, “The pups are coming.”
***
Ed had never moved so fast, not even before he’d fucked his knee. The pups were coming? No, no .
It’s too early , he thought as he frantically sped down the gang-plank. Too soon . It must have been the stress. Ed had been gone too long, should have sent word to them. Izzy would take care of things on Ben’s ship and right now Ed didn’t really care how he did it.
All he cared about was getting to the captains’ quarters and darting to the bookshelf to trigger the latch for the secret door.
Hahona was already there, hand obscured under Stede’s skirt. Mel sat behind his mate, smoothing his hair and soothing him, her own pup cooing happily on a blanket beside them.
“Ed!” Stede cried, tears streaming as his eyes locked on him. Ed was by his side in a heartbeat, falling to his knees painfully hard and reaching for Stede with trembling hands.
“I’m here,” he whispered into damp golden curls. “I’m here.”
“Ed,” Stede’s voice trembled and Ed had once thought there was no way this man could say his name that he wouldn’t love, but here it was. “It’s too soon, Ed. They’re too little.”
Mel pressed a cold compress to Stede’s forehead and Ed shot her a grateful grimace of a smile. “It’s going to be okay,” Ed promised. “No matter what, okay. I’m here and we are together and it’s going to be okay.”
Between Stede’s legs, Hahona tutted. “Tch tch. Ah tol’ yah not ta panic.” She pulled her hand out and wiped it on a cloth tucked into the belt of her blue apron. “Yer less than a pinky, and no even leakin’. Jus’ practice pains.”
“This is practice !?” Stede shouted, voice shrill. “This hurts. A lot. Like real pain, not just “oof, there’s a baby foot in my ribs”.”
Hahona nodded and Ed could see her fighting down a smile. “Ah ken. If yeh stay calm and drink water it’ll pass soon enough.”
“Calm?” Stede’s voice was getting louder and higher pitched as he spoke. “We’re pirates! There’s no calm!”
Ed pressed a skin of water into Stede’s hands and helped him lift it to his lips. “There’s a good omega,” he purred, scenting Stede with soothing waves of pheromones. “Have a nice drink. Breathe. Good.”
“Can we come out now?” Mel asked quietly, already handing care of Stede over to Ed and returning to her pup. “Where’s Israel?”
Ed nodded, eyes still glued to Stede’s face and the pained expressions it made when another cramp came on. “Yes, we’re safe. Iz is on the other ship for now. We’re following him to land.”
Stede’s head rested on his shoulder, clearly exhausted and needing comfort. “Mel, can you tell Oluwande to follow that ship? I think I should stay --” Stede clutched his bicep painfully. “I’m going to stay with Stede,” Ed corrected himself.
“Of course,” Mel said with a wan smile. Worry furrowed her brow and Ed knew she was thinking about Izzy on that other ship.
“Mel,” Ed said as she stood and gathered Maggie into her arms. “Iz is gonna be fine. He’s got Jim with him and Izzy’s the best at what he does, okay? He’s going to come back.”
He didn’t promise Izzy would come back as good as new. That depended on what Izzy learned whilst they sailed to shore. And well, once he knew things would be different.
She nodded and followed Hahona out of the secret room. Ed stayed right where he was, wrapping Stede up in his arms and pulling him to his chest. It was an effort not to crush him as the silence dragged on.
Sniffling broke the silence and Ed’s heart ached. “C’mon, love,” he said, moving to stand. “Let’s get you into bed.”
Stede was, admittedly, reluctant to let Ed go, but with a few more assurances, Ed managed to stand and help Stede to his feet, moving them both to the bed.
He made it his mission to get Stede as comfortable as possible. Peeling him out of the dress which now stank of fear and confusion and settling him in the fuchsia robe they tended to think of as Ed’s. The scent of it seemed to help and some of the tight disquiet dissipated. Then Ed climbed in beside him and pulled Stede into his arms.
His golden head rested on Ed’s chest, his belly and thigh thrown over Ed’s lower body and supporting the weight of the pups. Fuck, even that was heavy. Ed had no clue how Stede dealt with that every day.
“Thirty weeks,” Stede whispered.
“What?”
“I’ve been counting,” Stede explained. “It’s been thirty weeks since my heat. That’s not long enough.” His opposite hand came up, smoothing over the painfully stretched skin of his stomach where it protruded from the robe. “You have to stay in there, little pups. We’re excited to meet you,” Stede’s voice broke on a sob. “But not until you’re ready.”
“Oh my love,” Ed shoved his face into the curls atop Stede’s head and pressed in a barrage of kisses. “You had a scare but Hahona said everything is okay. And remember, she said labor anywhere from thirty-six to forty-four weeks is normal. We’re not meeting anyone for weeks and weeks yet.”
At least that was the hope.
“They’ll be so small,” Stede hiccupped. “Even if I can hold them in for another ten weeks. They’ll be small and fragile. Even smaller than other pups. And what if I can’t? What if life here is too stressful and I can’t keep them safe, Ed?”
“Life here is definitely too fucking stressful,” Ed agreed. “We just have a little errand” --murder-- “to deal with and then we can go wherever you want for the rest of the pregnancy, okay? Wherever you’ll feel safe and relaxed and --”
“I want to go to Barbados,” Stede said, voice firm and sure. “To Mary and the children.”
Ed thought he’d had all of his shocks for the day, but apparently not. “Uh, doesn’t everyone in Barbados think you’re dead?”
“Yes, but it’s not like I’ll be out socializing, is it, Ed?” The bitchy tone crept in over the crying. “I’ll be fucking bedridden. Too huge to move.”
“I’m not saying no,” Ed whispered, nuzzling the crown of Stede’s head. “I’m just confused. Why would you want to go back there?”
“Mary and I left on good terms,” Stede sniffled. “And I want to introduce you to her. To the kids. I don’t want to keep it all separate anymore. Besides,” Stede laughed wetly. “Mary will adore you. She’ll like you more than she ever liked me, I am sure.”
“We’ll figure it out then,” Ed promised. “If that’s what you want, we will figure it out. I’ll send Fang to retrieve some of my wealth and we’ll go to Barbados.”
“But what about the crew?” Stede asked. Ed had only just said yes and his mate was already finding other things to panic about. “And the ship? I can’t just moor the Revenge there, the man who made it will certainly recognize it.”
Laughing softly, Ed smoothed his hand through the fluffy mess of Stede’s curls. “Good thing we just got another ship then,” he said.
Stede leaned his head back to look up at Ed. “We what?”
“I’ve got a lot to tell you, my heart,” Ed smiled. “And some of it is…” he shook his head. “It’s bad. But everyone is okay and will be okay. At least physically. As for the rest, well I think we have a saying on this ship, don’t we?”
Stede grinned up at him. “We talk it through-”
“-as a crew,” Ed completed the mantra. “So, let me tell you about Hornigold.”
***
The tale took longer to relate than Ed would have liked. Stede had basically no context, no idea what Ed or Izzy’s life had been like under Benjamin Hornigold, and so Ed had to start from the beginning. By the time he was done, they’d had supper and gotten ready for bed.
“I can’t believe,” Stede said as he gingerly climbed into the nook, “Izzy had a pup?”
“Seems like, yeah,” Ed sighed, slipping in beside Stede and curling around him from behind. “Just the one, I think. Must have been on suppressants for years and years.” It hurt, thinking of all Izzy had gone through and how little Ed had done to help him. “Course for all I know it could have happened before. Not like I was paying fucking attention.” Self-hatred dripped from the words and Ed buried his face into the curve of Stede’s neck.
“You can’t do better until you know better,” Stede reminded him tenderly. “Baby-Ed didn’t know. But this Ed does. And you’re here for Izzy now, love.”
Ed nodded slightly, breathing deeply against Stede’s scent gland, inhaling comfort and love. He pressed a kiss to it and smiled when it made Stede moan and wriggle back against him.
“You are just always on these days, eh mate?” Ed grinned, then returned to the gland, mouthing wetly at it.
“Sorry,” Stede whined. “It’s hardly the time. You’ve had a terrible day and you need rest-”
“Need you ,” Ed cut his mate off and bit gently down, flooding his senses with Stede’s scent and taste. Rolling hips pressed the quickly hardening erection against Stede’s backside. “Want you,” he continued, growing breathless as Stede wiggled his hips again. “Fuck, I always want you, Stede.”
They didn’t wear much to bed anymore. Ed opted for a robe most nights and Stede for a gossamer nightshirt that barely hid a thing. It was comfortable for him, and that was all that Ed cared about -- though it was a tease and a half most nights. At least it meant it was easy to ruck up and out of the way.
Ed tugged the hem up over Stede’s hip, exposing his stomach and lower body for Ed’s hands to run over and explore with delicious slowness. “Gonna go slow tonight, Captain,” Ed purred into Stede’s ear. “Nice and gentle, take good care of you.” His fingers dipped between Stede’s leg and ghosted over his small cock. Smaller now than it had ever been, as the hormones from the pups ramped up to supply other, more needed areas. Still just as sensitive, though. Perhaps even more so. Stede moaned and tried to push forward into Ed’s hand, but could hardly move more than an inch or so.
“Gonna touch you and love you until you’re a gooey pile of relaxed and you just drift off to sleep,” Ed promised.
“Ed,” Stede whimpered, hips rocking minutely back and forth in turn. Into Ed’s hand, and back onto his cock over and over, driving Ed mad with his want. “Don’t want slow.”
“Too bad,” Ed bit down on Stede’s neck again, then shifted his hand back to grab Stede’s hip, fingertips biting into it. “In six weeks,” he promised. “If you’re still full of our pups in six weeks, I’ll fuck you hard. Hard as you want for as long as you want. But until then, until we’re sure it’s safe, you’ll have to tolerate tenderness.”
Stede made a sound of irritation and Ed kissed his smile into Stede’s shoulder. It wasn’t all that long ago that Ed would have been balking at the idea of anything but a quick, tension-relieving fuck. He secretly longed for more, sure, but never thought he could have it. Yet here he was, wrapped around the man he loved, the man who carried their pups, telling him he was going to make love to him.
It was enough to make him laugh with joy. Or sob.
Instead, Ed tossed a few cushions over to the front of Stede. “Here we go, love,” he purred as he sat up and helped Stede get situated. They were old hands at this now, knowing there were basically only two options in these late stages of Stede’s whelping. Either Stede rode him, which would not be particularly conducive to relaxation, or Ed took Stede from behind, laying down along his back where Stede lay on his side.
In order to make that work, they would prop Stede’s stomach up on several pillows and then turn his hips slightly toward the bed. His mate was, as always, impatient and kept barking at Ed that it was fine and to just get on with it.
Fucking cute, really.
“Shhh, sweet omega,” Ed purred as he settled in behind Stede once more. “So demanding.” It wasn’t a reprimand so much as it was an amused declaration. Still, he wasn’t keen on denying himself much longer either.
Ed slipped one arm under Stede’s body, wrapping around his chest and savoring the soft hiss Stede let out at the pressure it put on his tits. They were getting significantly larger now, growing from the familiar pectorals into the breasts that would nourish their pups. This was basically the only way Ed could touch them that didn’t cause Stede discomfort. All squeezing and pinching he left to his mate. Ed could cup gently, even lick occasionally, but anything more than soothing the nipples had Stede overstimulated and aching in moments.
Until now, apparently.
“Harder,” Stede gasped, arching his back to press into Ed’s hand. Ed did as he was told, palming a breast and pressing down firmly. Still not squeezing or pinching, just applying more direct pressure. “Fuuuck,” Stede drawled. “Feels good.”
“Good.” Ed continued his efforts with the arm now trapped under Stede while the other slipped down the curve of his ass to find the heat between his mate’s legs. They’d hardly brushed over the slit before they were soaked. “So fucking wet, love,” Ed moaned. “Hardly touched you and you’re ready for me.”
“Been -ah- ready for you from the moment I saw you,” Stede proclaimed. “Run through and half-hung and aching to have you inside me.”
“Fuck, Stede.” Ed growled and pressed a single finger into Stede’s cunt. “Who just says shit like that?” Ed crooked his finger and palmed Stede’s tit in sync, drawing the most achingly beautiful whine from his throat.
Ed didn’t see the point in further delay. Fingers, now nicely slicked, withdrew from Stede and returned to his cock. So wee now, sweet and small and desperately sensitive and Ed stroked it with two fingers and his thumb, listening to Stede gasp and feeling him writhe against him.
“That’s it, love,” Ed purred. He shifted down a bit until he was lined up with Stede.
Their heights were pretty similar and like this Ed’s face was buried in Stede’s shoulders rather than up by his golden curls but Ed didn’t mind. His lips pressed along Stede’s spine, gaping open-mouthed as he shuffled his hips forward and was able to sink into Stede’s heat. “F-fuck,” he breathed, humid as the word ricocheted off Stede’s skin and back into his face. “How is it always this incredible?”
“Just fuck me,” Stede demanded as he attempted to fuck himself on Ed’s cock. Unfortunately, Stede remained unable to do little more than the gentle back and forth rock he’d been indulging in this entire time.
Still, Ed began a rhythmic thrusting, his slick fingers working Stede’s cock in time. As insistent as his mate had been a moment ago, Stede now melted into the beat of the music their combined bodies made. Lifting his voice in lilting vocals, meeting Ed’s low moans in harmony. It was beautiful, powerful, magical, and Ed felt the heavy emotion of it washing over him like the rolling waves of the tide.
Nothing would ever be better than this, more important than this -- than being one with his mate, the man he loved, the one whelping his pups and devoted to him entirely. Ed didn’t want it to end and, he realized, it never would. When they were done here they’d sleep, wrapped in each others arms and then there would be the next time. And the next after that. And the next after that. He was going to have this until… well, best not to think about that.
“Ed?” Stede’s voice was breathless as he panted, open mouthed and drooling but voice still full of concern. “Are you okay?”
He nodded before he realized Stede probably couldn’t tell. “Okay? I’m fucking… great. It’s perfect, you’re perfect. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“Feels like you’re crying,” Stede moaned, hips finally moving with a little more intention as he got wrapped up in chasing his pleasure. “Can feel wetness rolling down my back.”
It took Ed a few seconds to pull his attention out of his body, but then he could feel the tears rolling down his cheeks, could see them dripping onto Stede’s back and slipping down into the sheet below them. “I am,” he half-laughed. “I’m just so… overwhelmed.”
Stede’s rhythm faltered, hips shuddering and Ed knew he wasn’t far from his climax. To be honest, Ed had been holding back from the moment he felt the wet heat of Stede’s cunt surround him.
“I love you so much.” Ed’s words came halting, breathless, hard-won when everything in him demanded attention. “My partner, my captain, my beautiful mate.”
Pre-Stede Blackbeard would have ridiculed Ed for this. Would have called him weak and pathetic and been outwardly disgusted. Of course, on the inside he’d know he was just jealous. Angry that he couldn’t have the same soft things as these men so clearly lost in one another. And now, now, Ed couldn’t stop the lovely words from slipping from his lips. This wasn’t dirty talk, in any sense but fuck if it wasn’t working for him.
Stede too, apparently. At least that’s what Ed read from the clenching of his cunt around Ed’s cock. “You’re so close,” Ed wondered aloud.
He had a lot of spinning plates to deal with but Ed had become a master at this particular show.
Thumb and first two fingers worked Stede’s cock up and down as his cock rocked deep and slow into the wet heat of him. Ed’s mouth worked along the skin bare where the gossamer gown had slipped down Stede’s shoulder. If he craned, Ed could even lap slowly at Stede’s neck and scent gland.
If they’d had a less stressful day, Ed would stay here forever, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of Stede until he begged him to stop. But as it stood, he was pretty sure they would both be unconscious shortly post-coital and as such, there really was no reason to hold back.
“I’ve been trying not to pop since the moment I sank inside you,” Ed informed Stede and was rewarded with the most delicious groan forced between grit teeth.
Between the two of them, Stede was usually the one who couldn’t stop talking. But in this moment Ed reveled in the way he was lost in his body, giving himself over to Ed with total trust. He wasn’t exactly silent, in fact, Ed was sure they could hear Stede up on the deck, but he didn’t have any words. Instead, only sounds of desire filled the air of the cabin, broken by Ed’s occasional -- and helpless -- praise.
So good. So soft. So beautiful. Mine. My lovely omega. Gods how are you real? Stede, Stede, Stede!
When Stede’s orgasm crested he fell into shuddering moans, his cunt clenching Ed’s cock, milking him, pulling him deeper as if it could convince his womb to take more seed. Ed's name fell from his lips -- in shouts at first and then quiet mewling as he came down.
Ed was about to stop, remove himself from Stede and take quick care of himself in the ensuite so as not to disturb his mate when Stede lifted Ed’s wrist to his lips and began lapping at the scent gland there. “Don’t stop,” Stede begged, pressing the words into Ed’s skin. “Please. Fill me, Ed.”
Ed’s hips jerked as he tried to hold himself back from fucking Stede. “It’s okay, love,” Ed managed tightly. “I don’t mind. You need rest.”
“I need you,” Stede asserted, sucking on Ed’s gland harder and making his cock kick in the wet depths of Stede’s cunt. “Need you to fill me. Want to feel your seed sloshing around inside. Want to feel the delicious stretch of my cunt around your knot. Please Ed, please. ”
And who could deny such a pretty plea? Ed knew he fucking couldn’t.
The words, more than anything, pushed Ed off the edge, sending him careening into the inky depths of pleasure with a shout as his hands grabbed at Stede’s hips entirely too hard. His mate didn’t seem to care, purring pretty praise as Ed rode out the waves of pleasure. Soft assertions of, “So beautiful. You feel so good. Yes Ed, that’s it, more. As much as you can give me. I love you. I love you. I love you. ”
When he finally came back down to earth Ed could feel Stede’s tongue, still languidly lapping at the gland on Ed’s wrist. Soft sighs of satisfaction drifted from them each in turn until they turned into the snuffling snores of deep, comfortable sleep.