A/N: Yep, the style is different, but the assumption is the same. Jack gets a favor, and spends a night in Tia Dalma's house in return. Then…
When she came down the stairs early the next morning, Jack was already up and about. He was standing in the kitchen, naked save for a pair of unfastened breeches and his bandana, pouring himself coffee. He was leaning against the table a little bit and looked a little too pale, but other than that, he seemed all right.
Her eyebrows went up. "Well don' you be up an' cheery, Jack Sparrow."
"'M'all right," he muttered. He looked up at her through his matted hair. "Coffee?"
She sat down at the table. "You know I don' touch dat trink."
"Right – you prefer more… organic meals." He lost the saucy grin as he practically fell into his own chair. He wrapped both shaking hands around his mug and said quietly, "You went easy on me last night, Tia."
"Maybe I was not hungry."
He looked her over and took a sip of his coffee and repeated, "Or maybe you just went easy on me."
"Are ya makin me de offer?" He didn't answer. "You don' be no good for nobody lookin dat way," she snapped, annoyed to realize that perhaps she had gone easy on him for a change. "Drink de coffee and sleep."
"I happen to think I look sumptuous," he said, nose in the air. But then he worried that if he pushed her she might actually take him up on it, so he buried his face in his coffee and did as he was told.
That night while she was changing for bed, she heard footsteps on the stairs and suddenly there was Jack Sparrow, in her room, uninvited and without even knocking. "Evening, Tia," he said wearily, and plopped down on the bed.
"Now what in de name of de holy could ya want wit me, Jack?"
"You know what I want with you." He met her eyes in the mirror and then watched as she let her hair down and finished undressing. "Jack Sparrow always pays his debts, milady. Or, more accurately, Jack Sparrow always pays his debts to the people from whom he intends to borrow again someday."
It was becoming clearer. "Ahhh."
"I know I'm technically square with you already, but I don't want you to hesitate about doing me favors in the future. So here I am again and I intend to be the very best meal you've ever taken. Savvy?" He leaned back on his elbows and tilted his head at her. "I can take it. I'll keep on taking it tonight til I can't take more. Let's see what you've got, eh?"
She could feel the hunger rising up in her. This was a different sort of arrogance from the type she usually fed on – Jack was going in with his eyes wide open and still thought he could handle her. It would be fun to break him of that. More than fun.
Tia turned to face him and let him look at her naked body. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground in front of her. "Now."
Jack failed to see how servicing a witch with his redoubtable oral talents could in any way become unpleasant, and his confidence, in addition to another very important part of him, rose immediately. He went on his knees before her and put his hands on her thighs. As soon as she leaned back onto her dressing table and opened her legs, he went to work.
She tasted fine. She felt fine. Nothing seemed bad or unnatural about this quite yet. Even her hand in his hair, while firm and a bit demanding, was not unwelcome. He licked her and kissed her and used his hands and lips and tongue and all the tricks he knew…
But although he could feel her body responding it didn't seem to be quite enough. He tried harder.
Still nothing. Even without her sighs of impatience he would have known that he was failing – he knew what Tia Dalma felt like when she was being pleasured, and this wasn't it. He finally looked up, confused. "I'm- I'm trying, darling. Is there anything you'd rather-"
"Try better."
He did. But apparently he still couldn't satisfy her, because after a few moments she pushed him away and stalked over to the bed. She lay down and stroked herself invitingly. "You be welcome to try some'ting else, then."
Jack felt guilty beyond measure – he had promised her the night of her life and now couldn't even perform the most basic functions of a male sex slave! Awful. Well. This at least would be easier, wouldn't it? He lay down over her and found her wet and welcoming when he slid inside… and then noticed the reddish glint in her eyes. "Why, you nasty little bitch, you're being difficult on purpose," he whispered, smiling despite himself. He a surge of relief that at least it wasn't that he was losing his touch.
It was unfortunate that he'd caught on so quickly, because she had been enjoying his frustration and guilt. Still, when one trick played out Tia had plenty more up her sleeve. The old standby of making sex painful was next. He whined and bit her shoulder but went at it anyway. "More," she breathed. "Yes. Faster."
"Tia it hurts," he whimpered, but did as she said. He thought it a bad sign that he was having such a hard time already, when she was clearly only just getting started.
"You feel good, Jack Sparrow," she whispered to him, petting his hair for encouragement. She had her other hand on his back, down low where it was smooth instead of up where all the scars were, to feel the play of muscles. There were times when she regretted not being able to just lie back and enjoy physical pleasure for its own sake.
Eventually he pulled out and sat back. "Break – please?" he gasped, crossing his arms and holding tight to his elbows to avoid the temptation to grab at his burning crotch. Itching or rubbing would only make it worse.
She crawled up and took his erection in both her hands and he learned that itching or rubbing was nothing in comparison with what Tia Dalma could do to him. "Ow ow please! Gods don't do that…" He held onto himself tighter and squeezed his watering eyes closed.
"Give me your hand."
He held it out to her, palm up, and she spat into it. Jack was confused. She took her torturing hands off him and gestured down. "Go on."
He was terrified of what it might do to him, but on the other hand she'd ordered it and it could hardly be worse, right? So he closed his spitty hand around himself and discovered that, rather than being some new and even worse torture, it felt miraculously soft and cool and soothing.
Immediately he set about jerking himself off, but Tia Dalma soon stopped him and replaced his hand with hers. The pain was so sudden and so intense that he almost couldn't hold still for her. He clenched his fists at his sides and closed his eyes and endured it for as long as he could. She used her mouth a little, and it was even worse than her hands. When she finally sat back, he grabbed at himself without permission but she slapped his hand away. "When I say."
"Say, then, would you? Come on, Tia! Please!"
She made him wait a little longer, then nodded. He stroked himself gently and thoroughly, moaning with relief as it took the burning feeling away from each and every centimeter. He didn't like the thoughtful way she was watching him do it...
Jack Sparrow trying so hard to please her at the expense of his own body was delicious. She soon thought of an even better way: she spelled his hands to hurt and hers to soothe, and then made him rub himself til he was crying for mercy. Tia Dalma had no idea what it felt like to masturbate with a handful of gravel, but according to Jack's breathless pleas that was what it felt like.
It was quite heady to have a pirate doing it to himself on her orders.
When he had finally reached the end of his willpower and wouldn't touch his cock again no matter how many deadly glares she threw his way, she lay him down on his back and straddled him.
"Open dos' pretty eyes," she laughed as she took him deep inside herself. Jack Sparrow desperate, sweat trickling down his temples and his trademark makeup smudged by tears, was a sight she thought she might never get bored of. Sometimes his lips pulled back off his teeth in silent screams. Sometimes he actually would cry out aloud. Sometimes he would close his mouth to stifle the noise, but the squeaking was still plain to hear. She thought all of it adorable – Jack Sparrow was one of her favorite people and she found him just all that much more appealing when he was in a great deal of pain.
"Too hard?" she asked, sounding perfectly concerned and not at all mocking.
A harsh almost-laugh escaped him. "Anything for you, love. Ahh-"
"If you say."
Eventually he was doing badly enough to completely lose track of his hands on her hips. Instead of guiding her up and down or resting loosely or even clinging in desperation, he had started to squeeze so violently that he was drawing blood.
She got off him and turned sideways to show him what he had done. "Sorry, Tia, I'm really sorry…"
Amazingly enough, he actually was sorry! That's what made Jack such an exotic and delicious meal. She pressed his head to the marks and made him lick them – unlike most pirates she had known, Jack actually had an aversion to the taste of blood – and then lay down underneath him.
"Tonight de finish goin be de worst."
"Believe me I'm looking forward to the finish however it is," Jack assured her grimly. "I can't take much more of this. May I?"
He looked down into her eyes and gave her everything he had left, as hard as he could without slacking for an instant, determined to bring an end to this torture no matter how much agony it cost him. She made it worse and worse, culminating in pain so severe that when he climaxed his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out.
She scooted out from underneath him and tucked him into the covers. It was the first time she'd ever let a dinner sleep in her bed with her, but Jack Sparrow was special and she liked him.
Besides, there was always the chance that he'd wake up and feel some tenderness or loathing for her strong enough to provide her with a bit of a midnight snack.
The End (again.)
This time I think it really is the end. Succubus Tia Dalma creeps me out!
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