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Title: "A Midnight Encounter" 

Something wakes me. What is it? I glance around, wondering.

The night is quiet, save for the soft creaking of the ship and the distant lull of the sea. I can't sleep. My mind is filled with thoughts of our recent escapades, of the danger and thrill that our life has become. I glance around, my eyes tracing the sleeping forms of my companions, finally resting on him. Frank.

Not the strongest or most burly of men I've ever met, but his courage and loyalty make him by far the sexiest. His jaw is shaven smooth, his face peaceful as he sleeps, body bathed in the moonlight.

Frank's breathing is deep and even, hair falls loosely across his face, brushing across his lips. The urge to reach over and brush it away is strong, but I don't dare move. I know I should get some rest before we head off on another adventure, but something's holding me here.

His lips are parted as if he's about to speak and I have to lean in close, lips inches from his. I inhale Frank's musk, his sweat, a manly aroma that stirs my womanly desires.

I can't help but think of the first time he kissed me. His lips were soft, yet demanding.

He smells of the sea. The salt of the ocean is on his skin, mixed with his own scent of wood smoke, leather and man. The combination is intoxicating, like a drug.

I need his lips to caress mine. I've always been drawn to Frank, ever since we found ourselves thrown together on this wild journey. My feelings for him have grown, deepened. As I watch him sleep, I make a decision. My lips will taste him, but not his mouth. I shift down to the lower half of his body and gently pull at the top of his pants, pulling them down until the gentle moonlight coming through the ship's window glows silver on his exposed cock.

He stirs slightly but doesn't wake. His cock twitches, starting to grow even though I haven't touched it yet. My lips touch it first, a gentle kiss on the tip, then my tongue moves along its shaft. If Frank has woken up from this, he hides it well. His cock grows fully erect and I run my tongue along it once more, then take him fully in my mouth.

I revel in the feeling of fullness that fills my mouth as I move him in and out, massaging his shaft with my tongue. Frank is as hard as he's ever been now, and I enjoy both his salty taste and the sounds that he makes from my efforts. He moans softly in his sleep. Suddenly, he begins thrusting into my mouth and I know that he's in a deep sleep. I continue to work on him as quietly as I can, enjoying the idea of dreams he might be seeing in that moment.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a movement. My hand instinctively goes to my cutlass. A shadow was out there, I'm sure of it!

Quietly, I slip away from Frank, glancing back to see that, still asleep, his hand has started caressing his hard cock. Keep doing that until I get back, I think.

My boots barely made a sound as I stepped slowly and deliberately forward. The intruder, hooded and cloaked, crouched in the darkness with an angular blade raised. Adrenaline surged through me, but I kept my focus trained on my enemy.

Not wanting to wake the others, I dodge his strikes instead of parrying. He brings his blade back to slam the hilt into the side of my head, but I have the advantage, if I can just push past the pain.

As he pulls back to strike again, I kick out and knock the blade from his hand. It clatters onto the floor and I throw myself at him, taking him down to the deck. He grunts in pain, then takes a swing at me. I duck just in time, then twist around and bring my leg up, hard into his groin.

Lunging, I grab his sword and bring it down quick and deadly directly into his throat. He shakes. The blood seeps out of him and his body starts to go limp.

After a few moments of stillness to ensure success, I drag the body out and heave him over the ledge. A splash sounds below and I know it's over. My heart pounds in my chest, but I remain focused.

Returning to the ship's deck, I check every nook and corner to ensure there are no more threats. Once I'm certain we're safe, I return to Frank. He's still asleep, unaware of the danger that was lurking. I smile at the sight, appreciating the peace he's able to enjoy because of me.

His cock is still exposed, still hard and waiting for me, his hand gripping his balls although he has returned to snoring and slumberland.

Without giving it a second thought, I decide to pick up where I left off. I lean in, running my tongue along the curves of his tip and taking his whole cock in my mouth again. My hand strokes him as I do so, starting slow but quickly picking up speed as I feel him getting harder against my lips.

Frank stirs, half-awake, and watches me with a sleepy smile spreading across his face even as his eyes close again. His body tenses and then relaxes with each stroke of my tongue. His breathing grows heavier as he gets closer to the edge and soon he's biting down on his lip to keep from crying out in pleasure.

I can feel him starting to come apart beneath me and I increase the speed of my hand, bringing him closer and closer to completion until he finally succumbs with a satisfied sigh as his cum fills my mouth. I swish it around, enjoying the salty sweetness of it, then swallow.

As I pull away, his eyes flutter open. He looks confused, disoriented but very pleased. I place a finger to my lips, hushing him and urging him to go back to sleep. He does, and I return to my own hammock.

When dawn breaks, I wake up with a secret smile. I look over at Frank. He seems lost in thought, a strange look on his face. I can't help but wonder if he remembers our midnight encounter or if he thinks it was just a dream. Only time will tell.

Pushing myself up, I decide it's time to clean up the blood so nobody knows the threat that faced them in their sleep.