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Authors name: Desert Bandit (address withheld)
Story title : English Rose 

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The English Rose (MF, rom, nc, 1st)
By Desert Bandit (address withheld)

***

Disclaimer; this story has absolutely NO RELATION to the 
movie pirates of the Caribbean. However, the story does 
feature pirates! 

***

It was the year 1560. Lady Nancy was looking at the 
sunset on a beach in Lisbon. Portugal was indeed 
beautiful as her father had told her, and she and her 
beloved were to be married at the villa of her father's 
friend, the rich merchant Antonio Oliveira. Antonio had 
insisted on hosting the wedding as he had loved her like 
a daughter since she was 2. 

Poor Mr. Oliveira had lost his own daughter to typhus and 
he deeply regretted the fact he was sailing the high seas 
when she died. He had met the Duke of Yorvik while making 
a business deal with the English. Now, Portugal and 
England were rivals, and the crown encouraged competition 
not cooperation. 

However, both the Duke of Yorvik and Oliveira the 
merchant were very impressive men. Both were in their 
50's, powerfully built, tall, thickly limbed and deeply 
voiced. Their figures were very imposing, so much so 
that, recognizing this personal power and magnetism, the 
two immediately respected one another.

Lady Nancy was unusual for an English noblewoman. Whereas 
most young women of her era were bland, without curves, 
and stupid from a lack of education, Nancy was fiercely 
intelligent, curvaceous, and had thick lips not unlike 
fully ripe strawberries. Her rear-end was firm and 
muscular, so well defined one could distinguish it from 
the other muscles on her legs. 

Now, what I mean by muscular here is, that her butt was 
round and bulb-like. But each individual cheek was also 
smooth and feminine. Her legs were long and shapely, and 
her breasts were only about medium sized, but they were 
round, firm and beautifully proportioned to her tall 
frame. Her eyes were large, the iris covering a large 
portion of the white, a beautiful green hue not unlike 
the algae of the sea. Her hair was dark brown, slightly 
wavy and unusually glossy. Her naturally beautiful body 
was well shaped from all the years of playing sports with 
boys, which she easily bested. 

Indeed, many noble young men resented her because, even 
though it was never made official, she was the best sword 
fighter in all England. Despite her tomboyish behavior, 
no one would dare call her that upon just one look. She 
was very, very beautiful. Despite her independent nature 
and love of sports, out of respect for her father, whom 
she loved dearly, she mastered all the rules and manners 
of high etiquette, the kind that is only found in royal 
courts.

Indeed, she was a young lady of high breeding. Just 
having turned 20, she chose a suitor. A young man named 
Michael Prophit, a local noble who had been in love with 
her since childhood. Despite spending time with young men 
she kept her virginity. Many a time she had to endure the 
humiliation of having her intimate parts examined by a 
nun practically on a yearly basis during her teens, as 
she had way too many male friends and a talent for 
escaping her father's grasp. 

Each time the nun examined her, she saw the same thing; 
an intact hymen with a very, very small orifice in the 
middle. Nancy had seen a man's body parts as she asked 
one of her male friends to make love to a woman while she 
hid in the attic. The woman seemed to be dying of 
pleasure but, from her perspective, the act resembled 
more the grunts and groans of animals than people.

"This is supposed to be beautiful?" She thought to 
herself.

Having her curiosity satisfied she gave no more thought 
to the act of love. Then, the big day came.

Near the beach, in Antonio Oliveira's magnificent villa, 
a big celebration shook the town as news of the wedding 
spread. The Portuguese, like Mediterranean peoples, had a 
zest for life that was often manifest in nude moonlight 
swims and free love making. Completely the opposite of 
Nancy's relatively repressed upbringing. She was so 
happy.

She did not love Michael in a passionate manner, but he 
was kind and good to her. Also, since she had spent so 
much time with boys, she did not see young men as 
anything special or otherworldly. Whereas her female 
friends dreamt about falling in love, being swept away, 
or any other romantic fantasies, Nancy cared more about 
playing sports and reading math, science, and history 
texts. At 15 she once had the gal to tell off a court 
scholar on an error he made in front of the queen!

The Queen smiled to herself and told the chagrined 
scholar to calm himself, that the girl meant no harm. In 
reality, she was protecting the girl because she was glad 
England had such intelligent and beautiful young women. 
Her skin color was not a healthy white (too much time in 
the sun gave her a creamy complexion; and yes she skinny 
dipped a lot, that is why her father had her pussy 
examined so often by the nun), but, she was still 
beautiful.

Nancy had everything going for her, the way things 
seemed.

Now, our hero. The Pirate Diego de Vivar.

The descendant of a handsome Arab nobleman and a 
beautiful Spanish princess, Diego had the best of each 
world. He had the dark mysterious features of the Arab 
invader, along with their fiery passion, but the calm 
restraint of the European upper classes. He was fire 
burning underneath an ice sheet. 

His eyes were deeply set, large and blue, denoting a 
fierce intelligence. His forehead was high and broad, his 
nose aquiline and his jaw strong. He was a young man of 
26, tall and with a lean, graceful build. His hair was 
long and wavy, which he kept tied in a ponytail. He wore 
fine clothes; too fine for a thief many said. His lips 
were thick and his face had perpetual stubble. 

As a fighter he was invincible. His skill with the sword 
and the gun was unmatched, and entire gangs of pirates 
were cowed at the mere sight of him and his blade; not 
that he needed them. His gaze was such that it was enough 
to put the fear of God into a would be usurper. His men 
respected him because he always led them to great riches 
and numerous victories against the English, Spanish, 
Dutch, and Portuguese crowns. 

He was the bane of European sailors and many wanted to 
see him dead. Now however, he had an agenda. His men were 
hungry for treasure. And his loins were burning for a 
woman. A real woman. Not the filthy whores of pirate 
dens, but a fine town lass with soft skin and a sweet 
smell. Not to mention the virginal which covered his 
phallus shortly after deflowering a young woman, or 
which, even in "Christian" countries he did not find 
many.

Despite the Church's best intentions, the reality was 
that many young men and women experimented in the art of 
love, and many unwanted babies were left in the 
countryside to either die of exposure or be devoured by 
wild beasts. So, in short, he was merely contributing to 
Europe's perpetually decayed morals, all the while, 
leaving a trail of broken hearts amongst both virgins and 
experienced girls as they all fell in love with him. His 
phallus was very large; it was long and thick, and he 
could grab it with his two hands and the helmet shape at 
the end could still be seen.

The city of Lisbon would make a fine target, as that day 
he heard of a wedding. How fortunate to catch the enemy 
unawares.

The ceremony had not yet begun when an onlooker spotted a 
ship on the distance. It was an expensive looking vessel; 
the kind that is officially commissioned by Europe's 
crowns. It sailed closer and closer to the beach were the 
wedding was taking place. But then, the ship was not even 
a hundred yards away when the onlookers realized, to 
their horror, that this was the ship of Diego de Vivar.

Bells rang all over the town and people were screaming in 
Portuguese to "hide the gold and the women!" Not one to 
stand down, the Duke of Yorvik pulled out his sword and 
rallied the men he had brought with him from England. The 
Merchant Oliveira rallied all his sailors and together 
they hastened to arm the town's cannons. Neither could 
believe the ruffian's boldness; storming into a large 
port city with ready access to a large army.

No sooner where his thoughts finished that pirates began 
blasting every man in sight. Their aim was incredibly 
deadly, as de Vivar had taught them some of his secrets 
regarding marksmanship. The fighting was brutal. Since it 
was nearing nighttime many of the town's defenders could 
not tell friend from foe. Wherever pirates entered 
residences, once could hear the sounds of clothes being 
torn of, the screams of women being raped, and the 
lustful grunts of the thieves. 

Mercifully the rapes did not last long as the pirates 
were in a middle of a big fight and could not linger 
buried inside a woman's body, so must pumped into their 
prey as fast as they could and released their seed in 
brief, but delicious, ecstasy. Nancy would not suffer 
such a fate however.

Michael put up a stout and skillful defense of his bride. 
Despite his bookish demeanor, as a swordsman he was 
simultaneously fierce, and elegant. Her father and 
Antonio were not far away either. Many a pirate was 
either humiliated or lost their life trying to spend a 
few pleasurable moments with the beautiful Nancy. 

Very quickly Diego got a report from one of his men about 
three mighty swordsmen who fought like demons to protect 
a beautiful young woman. Diego felt a stirring in his 
loins "she's the one" he said to himself. He immediately 
departed towards the location where the man had told him 
they would be at. The second mate begged him not to go, 
warning him;

"Captain, please; these are mighty men as they are very 
strong and skillful, as much as love gold I do not want 
you or any more of our men to die"

"Oh, clut, clut Carlos!" Diego exclaimed, "You're like a 
mother hen! I will have this woman, and if she is as 
beautiful as you say I would fight the devil himself for 
a night with her."

With that, Diego stormed into the place. Michael, The 
Duke, and the Merchant were stunned at the sight. And so 
was Nancy. What they expected was some sort of ugly 
ruffian with the manners of a goat, and rough features 
like so many of the scum whose filthy hands they had kept 
of her. However, this man was different. 

All three could tell immediately that he had noble blood 
in his veins, as, even though his stubble was thick, his 
features were aquiline and slightly feminine. He was a 
very beautiful young man, with very well bred features. 
Also, his eyes; even the Duke felt slightly shaken by his 
sight. 

Nancy felt something else. She felt a twinge of fear she 
had never known before, and she felt her genitals quickly 
engorge with blood and moisten. What manner of man was 
this, making her feel these filthy things? It didn't 
matter too much now, as a fight was about to begin.

"Give me the woman," Diego commanded. His voice, not 
particularly deep, but powerful and commanding.

"Never in this life you filthy scum," yelled Michael as 
he lunged forth. Diego simply sidestepped and knocked him 
out with the but of his sword. Next came the merchant 
Oliveira, who was a lot more skilled. But after a few 
short moments Diego bested him and, with inhuman speed, 
sliced at the tendons in all four of Oliveira's limbs 
rendering him helpless. Next, it was the fight with the 
Duke.

The two sized each other up for long moments; almost 
admiring one another. Then, with a flash of his blade, 
the Duke made an attack. Diego parried. Then another. And 
another. Shortly after, the wind was hissing with the 
slashing and thrusting of blades, and metal clanging 
against metal could be heard. Nancy picked up Oliveira's 
sword, and a gun dropped by a pirate.

"Stop it!" She screamed. Both men froze.

She was pointing a gun at Diego, and it seemed, that the 
Yorvik's had the terror of the Atlantic at their mercy. 
Nevertheless, they heard madness.

"Go ahead and use the gun M'lady, if you think it will 
help."

"You bastard! I'll do it!"

"Then do it." Diego stated in a mocking tone, infuriating 
her.

She fired a shot, but, it did not land on flesh; it had 
clanged against something metallic. Amidst the smoke left 
by the gun, the Duke Frantically search for his daughter. 
It was so dark the flash from the fired round had blinded 
him slightly. He heard his daughter screaming from... 
from... far away. He was too late. The pirate was already 
on a rowboat with a struggling Nancy bound by his vice-
like grip. Diego had her now.

The Andalucia set sail and quickly left Lisbon. The 
pirates had taken gold and pretty girls from the town, 
Nancy among them. As they got on the ship, they were 
shocked to see that it was remarkably well kept, and it 
was as large as a galleon. In fact, it was actually a 
modified galleon; longer than average, and a little 
thinner. Giving the ship a long and graceful look, 
accentuated by the fact that it had more sails than 
normal. If anything, the ship looked a lot like the 
American clippers one would 400 years later.

The Andalucia threw a huge party that night.

Many of the thieves were drinking, singing and laughing, 
as they had, once again thanks to Diego's leadership, 
added to their wealth. Diego himself kept only a small 
part, knowing full well that no one dared cross swords 
with him. Nancy was held prisoner inside the captain's 
quarters. A luxurious place filled with all kinds of 
books about history, combat, tactics and... love poetry. 

Nancy could not believe what she saw. This... this 
pirate, had an extensive collection of love poetry 
written in Arabic, Italian, Latin, Spanish, English, and 
Greek. Apparently, the treasures the captain stole were 
rare books, as many of the ones she saw were priceless 
and quite rare.

"I see you like to read," Diego said startling Nancy as 
he came in the door.

"Its very hard to find a beautiful young maiden 
interested in things besides love. Your mind will provide 
me great entertainment, and your womanhood will provide 
me great pleasure..."

Nancy immediately slapped him.

"Pig! You think you can kidnap any young woman who takes 
your fancy, rip of her clothes and have your way with 
her. I know that talking to you will not sway your 
determination from entering my body, however, know that 
just because you are physically stronger than me, and a 
good fighter that I will not fight you with all my 
strength!!!"

"Oooh! Such fire!" Diego responded. "I want your hot 
womanhood wrapped around my phallus!"

"Then what's stopping you?" she said mockingly.

"Nothing is stopping my dear Ms...."

"Nancy," she responded after long moments of silence

"Nancy. I am merely waiting. After you spend some time 
here with us, you will beg me to thrust into you like a 
rabid animal."

"Don't hold your breath," she daringly said. Diego 
circled her, and when he got behind her he got close to 
her ear and whispered.

"You don't get it little girl, it is already begun. The 
look on your face the first time you laid eyes on me, 
I've seen it before. Believe me, I've slept with 
countless women, each with a different disposition, 
however, the look is always the same. Desire, desire to 
be penetrated by a man, a desire to spread your legs and 
submit. Submission, submission to a man's carnal lusts is 
what every woman desires."

"You know nothing," Nancy harshly said fighting back 
tears "my heart and my body are my own, I control 
them..."

Diego pulled back and roared with laughter.

"You tell yourself that when you squirm underneath me in 
delirious ecstasy, as you embrace me with your arms and 
your legs... Ms. Yorvik. I'll be leaving now, the men 
want to congratulate me and, if you're worried about 
being raped by 20 of them at one time rest easy; they 
know full well not to touch what is mine. So, you see my 
dear, either you make yourself mine, or you will satisfy 
the desires of 200 men all at once. Its your choice."

Diego left the cabin. She slumped onto the bed and wept 
bitterly.

When Diego came back, he saw Nancy lying on the bed, 
covered only in blankets. Her clothing, under and outer 
garments, everything, were neatly folded on a chair. She 
was trembling like a newborn kitten.

Diego, in a surprising show of tenderness, sat by the 
bedside and stroked her hair, face and lips.

"Not like this," he said "not like this."

He changed into his pajamas, and told her to do the same. 
That night, though they slept on the same bed, they did 
not make love. Nancy felt insulted. Deep down she wanted 
him to take her and he rejected her as if she was some 
sort old trinket. While Diego slept deeply, she could not 
sleep.

The Next morning it was all-routine; it would be at least 
3 months before the ship would reach the Caribbean, so 
nothing unusual was happening. Giving her plenty of time 
to know the ship and some of the crew. While some shouted 
insults, hooted and hollered, as they did with all the 
women they had kidnapped, some of the older sailors felt 
compassion towards her as many of them actually had 
daughters of their own.

"The captain's heart is not as hard as he makes it out to 
be. Deep down he loves all women but his strong lustful 
desire can overwhelm him so much he doesn't know how to 
court, so her resorts to kidnapping. In spite of this, 
all the women he has brought her ended up falling in love 
with him in the end."

"What happened when he was done with them?" Nancy asked.

"He gave them their freedom and a large sum of gold. The 
captain has yet to fall in love. Even though he lusts for 
women, he has yet to fall in love. He sets the women 
loose on different lands because of the guilt of not 
being able to return their love and of having forced that 
emotion onto them."

She looked at the captain in a whole new light; this 
dreaded pirate, the terror of the Atlantic, this devil of 
a tactician, actually had flaws. This made him more 
human. More vulnerable.

Over the period of one month Nancy and Diego conversed. 
They talked about astronomy, Greek myths, mathematics, 
especially Euclidian geometry, and poetry. Diego never 
imagined that someone so young and beautiful could be so 
wise. For the first time ever, he felt a strange 
weakness. It was something he had never felt before.

Whenever he was around her, he felt happy and full of 
life, more than he ever had. However, when she even so 
much as left his presence to go to his quarters to read, 
or whenever she went to a market on an island shore to 
buy something, he felt a pang of pain that was intense. 
It was a good thing they were not engaged in battle, for 
his ability to think logically was slowly eroding.

The ship could run itself on routine days, as the crew 
could handle affairs without orders from the captain, 
thus no one detected his weakness. The women at the 
pirate's base were gossiping though; being women, they 
understood emotions better than men, and realized quickly 
what was happening to the captain.

One night, while she was quietly reading, Diego stormed 
in the room slammed the door shut behind him and locked 
it tight. Very roughly, he proceeded to grab Nancy by the 
arm to fling her on the bed.

"What are you doin?" Nancy screamed "this isn't like you, 
what's going on?!"

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!!! ARE YOU SOME KIND OF WITCH!! 
WHAT SORCERY HAVE YOU DONE!!"

"N-noooo!!! I'm not a witch! Let me gooooo!"

"You've done something to me. Every time I'm with you its 
like heaven on earth, but when you leave I feel all the 
pains of hell, what, what...."

She was speechless. She felt something similar.

Warm, tender feelings never known before. An intense ache 
in her vagina, which her virginal, innocent mind did not 
know how to pacify. Oh God it was so painful at times, 
many times the feeling was accompanied by moisture. Both 
Diego and Nancy had grown accustomed to sleeping on the 
same bed without making love; the entire time of her 
kidnapping she remained a virgin. Until tonight.

Diego had never been in love before, and his fear of it 
lead him to resort to his most powerful weapon of control 
against women; his skills in love making. He noticed 
that, the better a lover a man was, the more women obeyed 
him. He thought that by bringing the lovely Nancy to 
orgasm after screaming orgasms he would bring her under 
his control and thus be able to control the feeling he 
felt in his chest. But it was not working.

Instead of feeling power from pinning her beneath him, he 
felt helpless. Nancy's pussy was calling him. But it was 
more than just her pussy. Her heard was beating rapidly, 
and the two hearts, now long connected, were longing to 
be unified the only way two lovers could unify 
completely.

She began sobbing; "Diego I love you. Please don't do 
this. I'll get my father to grant you a full pardon, I 
will be your wife if you ask me, but please don't do 
this. I do want to give you my virginity, but not now, 
not like this."

He could not hold back the tearing sensation he felt in 
his heart. Compared to him she was so weak, so 
vulnerable, and so soft... despite the fact that he was 
stronger than her physically, she controlled him.

His desire for her was unbearable, and yet he was scared. 
His sex drive, already powerful, was magnified a thousand 
fold by her presence. Her heart. Her intelligence, and of 
course, her great beauty. He loved her so much, and he 
desired her so much that he thought that if he ever made 
love to her he would lose his sanity. However, now he did 
not need to worry, because holding back the emotions and 
pent up desire was driving his mind to brink. This scared 
her.

Nancy enjoyed Diego's attentions and the way he looked at 
her, but, on certain days she saw something in Diego's 
eyes that scared her. It was a passion that wanted to 
join with her, but it was so strong, so ferocious, that 
her very soul reacted in fear, and yet, she felt drawn to 
him.

He began kissing her tenderly on the lips, and then he 
dried her tears ever so gently with his own lips.

"Please forgive me, I must have you."

With that, he stripped of his clothes with great speed. 
When she composed herself she tried to flee the quarters 
but he caught her. She had seen naked men before, some as 
chiseled as Diego. But that is not what bothered her. 
What bothered her was that she loved this one, deeply. 

She desperately wanted to give him her precious gift of 
virginity, but, at the same time the woman in was 
screaming and aching to be filled. She felt guilt for the 
fact that, in spending time with him like this she would 
eventually give in to her desires. She feared that he 
would see her as less for giving in so easily; sexual 
desire was for sluts and prostitutes after all. In spite 
of these thoughts and herself, she gave in.

Still fully dressed, she found herself hugging and 
embracing a completely naked man. He had forced her to 
this, not letting her escape; now she could not escape 
her desire. Very tenderly, he undid the laces of her 
dress as it dropped to the floor. Then she slid out of 
her undergarments, and the two held each other close in a 
passionate embrace.

"Love me," Nancy begged, "please love."

The two laid down on the bed and shortly thereafter Diego 
began exploring her. Ever so gently his hands caressed 
her; rising as they went over breasts, and falling as 
they went down to the rib cage and then rising again. 
With gentle circular motion he explored her, kissing her 
every here and there. Her body was a work of art; perfect 
curves, long legs, and medium supple breasts, with a 
musky nest of hair between her legs whose scent made him 
hard as an iron rod.

He hungrily kissed her inner thighs and crept ever so 
close to that sensitive part. His tongue lashed out and 
found its mark. She gasped deeply and let out a low moan 
which came from deep within her chest as her perk and 
supple breasts heaved with her breath.

Diego was pitiless.

He licked long and hard, and even though Nancy begged him 
to stop for the pleasure was too intense, he only pressed 
harder and kept going. It wasn't long before Nancy was 
delirious with pleasure. Since he licked up and down 
Nancy's slit, he eventually hit something. While licking 
some women Diego's tongue usually went in a little bit, 
this time something was resisting. He lowered his head, 
opened her labia and saw something that made him gasp 
quietly.

"My God, she is a virgin."

He was in disbelief because, he thought to himself, how 
could her father keep men away from such a divine 
creature? No matter. He continued licking for more long 
moments, as he wanted to make her pay for the pain he was 
making him feel, through the torture of intense pleasure. 
After long hours though, he could take no more.

He unburied his head from the now matted hair between her 
legs, and working his way up her torso, kissed the area 
around her tummy, her rib cage, suckled on her virginal 
breasts, her neck, and finally kissed her on the lips, 
which she promptly returned by wrapping a hand on the 
back of his head to make his lips press harder.

He raised up and looked into her eyes. She nodded a meek 
yes and with that, placed the tip of his rod right on the 
slit. He began to thrust into her encountering 
resistance. He did not want to use to much force so the 
feeling was prolonged, but, seeing that she was in pain 
decided to give it a quick jerk. Nancy yelped in pain, 
but soon it subsided as her pussy lips began to suck her 
lover in.

Diego groaned deeply as inch after inch of his large 
member sunk slowly into Nancy's hot, slimy, and virginal 
cunt. He slid all the way inside her and when he did so, 
looked into Nancy's eyes. Tears were running down her 
cheeks, both from the pain and from the ecstasy. She was 
experiencing something beautiful with someone beautiful, 
and she was happy. Diego smiled down at her, a warm, 
reassuring smile as he lowered his head to kiss her.

Buried in her, he did not begin thrusting immediately. 
Instead, he held his position so he could kiss her on the 
lips and stroke her hair.

With a whisper, he said to her "I love you Nancy" and 
then he began to thrust.

As he slid his pole in and out of her virginal cunt, wet, 
greasy sound permeated the air as he danced love's 
ancient rhythm to which a young woman was now losing her 
innocence. He felt as if he was fusing with her very soul 
as he thrust into her aggressively. He pussy was 
incredibly tight, and blood could be seen mixed with the 
cunt juice and some, very little of it, was flowing onto 
the bed. 

Diego stared at his beloved. Her eyes were squeezed 
tightly shut, and her mouth was gaping open. He could 
feel her breathe heavily as she kept a tight grip on his 
body with her arms and legs. Her cunt was milking his 
thick cock with an inhuman grip, as it had waited too 
long to have its hunger satiated. 

That was more than he could bear. He sped up his 
thrusting. He pumped into her wildly and more wildly, 
more desperately and, with his final, savage thrust, 
pumped load after load of hot sperm onto her virginal 
womb.

The hot fluid massaged Nancy's cervix as Diego groaned 
and pelted her insides with his seed, releasing load 
after load of pent up desire. Each time she felt the hot 
fluid splash against the wall of her vagina, an orgasm 
followed. Finally, releasing his final load, he collapsed 
on her, both, still burning from orgasm, Nancy far more 
so.

He lay on top of her long moments and kissed her.

Shortly thereafter, a slimy sucking sound was briefly 
heard in the air as Diego pulled out what was left of 
himself out of her.

"A-are you okay?" he asked her, genuinely concerned for 
her.

She answered with a passionate kiss; her pleasure was 
such she lost track of her orgasms, so naturally she was 
more than satisfied. He had sent her to Nirvana and back 
again.

"I still love you," Diego admitted. "You are not 
worthless to me like you fear. I'm not going to just 
throw you away. I love you too much. I know that now."

"Nancy Yorvik, will you be my wife?"

Tearfully she nodded a yes and the two hugged, still 
stark naked on the bed.

They made love some more later that night.

Six months later they found a priest in Spain who married 
them and, because the priest also had contacts with the 
powerful Spanish officials, agreed to change Diego and 
Nancy's names. 

From the day they were married, they would be known as 
Rodrigo and Isabel del Castillo. He had given his ship to 
his first mate, made a final raid to acquire vast amounts 
of treasure and with one fourth of it, purchased a vast 
vineyard in France. The two settled down on a quiet 
French village, where he became a renowned and sought 
after winemaker.

They continued making love of course, and Isabel bore her 
husband four strong sons and five beautiful daughters. 
Despite his womanizing past he remained faithful, as did 
she; no one could say other wise because if any of the 
children did not look like the father, they looked like 
the mother, and if in case one could tell by appearance 
one could tell by personality.

They prospered, became a well respected noble family, and 
today in modern times, one may visit the beautiful villa 
where they once lived, admire the portraits of the pirate 
and the lady, and sample some of the best wine France has 
to offer.

The End.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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