Strumpet
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Harry Potter © JK Rowling
Pirates of the Caribbean © Disney
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"What seems to be on your mind, love? It appears that your mind has taken a vacation without informing you." She purred in his ear, those red lips kissing the appendage while a slender hand caressed his bare torso. He spared her a look, taking in her enticing figure: a voluptuous body covered in a sheer white night gown that displayed her long shapely legs, the low lacy neckline outlining the large plump breasts that were pushed up with the help of a corset.
"Harry, I want you to change back." Jack mumbled, his eyes holding a strange looking, a mixture of foreign emotions lurking beneath those piercing brown orbs. The figure, Harry, peered into those eyes, searching for something; he apparently found what he was looking for as a new light entered his eyes, his lips quirking up at the corner as he bowed his head slightly in deference.
"Your wish is my command, Captain Sparrow." The figure of every man's fantasy slowly changed, the curves blurring and shifting until a more masculine structure was formed. The current form was no less attractive than the previous, the only drawback — if indeed it could be called one — was that the figure, however effeminate, was decidedly male.
Jack reached out, his calloused fingers tracing the contours of that bewitching face which held the attributes of the treasure he devoted his life searching for: the skin was a bright and pale as a mother of pearl and those eyes — oh, those dazzling eyes! — were the most vibrant pair of emeralds to be found on this plane of existence. Only in Jack's heaven could a brighter pair be found, and even then — Jack was sure — they would still belong to this nymph beneath him.
"You know how I am, love: a man of few words. And it seems to me that my failure to express my… emotions has given you the wrong idea." A hum was all he received in response, those green eyes gazing up at him with expectance and affection.
"The first time we've met, I have to admit, I was very much taken in by your… womanly guise. And it appears that from that meeting you have fallen under the assumption that I would only care to bed you when in that particular form."
"Jack —"
"Allow me to finish love." Jack interrupted, a rough finger pressed against those soft lips to halt the words.
"I would like to correct that misconception. Even if you had approached me in your current form, I would have still felt the desire to fuck you within an inch of your life. As you later found out, I'm not too picky about the gender of my partner, either will do." Harry offered him a loving smile as he leaned up and pressed a kiss to those chapped, but much beloved, lips.
"I know all of this Jack, but it's nice to hear the words from your mouth for a change. Now, what do you say to another round, and this time we'll do it like we should have all this time." Harry smirked, spreading his legs invitingly and really, that was all the prompting Jack needed to pounce on the alluring nymph and to rip that nightgown right off him.
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