Sweet Toni

Swaying as though there was still a ship beneath her booted feet Antonia strode along the main street of the shadowport known as Fiend's Rest. The raven-haired beauty ignored the leers of the people around her, a cruel smirk on her sculpted face as the crowds parted, and stopped in front of a rundown tavern, the battered sign outside claiming it to be the Blackbeard's Haunt. Smoothly side-stepping the door as it was hurled open, the man responsible ending up lying in the muddy street, Antonia slipped into the tavern, her eyes adjusting to its dim lighting after a moment.
"Sweet Toni!" The shouted words cut through the babble and she turned to the man looming over the bar. "Where you been lass?"
Antonia picked her way over to the bar, sliding onto a stool as Big Johnny handed her a chipped shot glass, an amber liquid sitting within the container.
"The King gave good coin to anyone who fought the Mercians." A wistful look appeared on Antonia's face. "I was able to visit home."
Big Johnny watched Antonia knock back the shot of whisky, placing a second on the bar-top.
"So why you back?"
"The war ended. Hispania became… unfriendly."
Big Johnny nodded in understanding, his gaze momentarily flicking over at the door when it opened.
"About to get unfriendly here too."
Twisting Antonia followed Big Johnny's gaze, a scowl forming when she recognized the man who'd just entered the tavern.

James Friedman effortlessly swaggered to the bar, draping an arm around Antonia as he sat.
"A drink Johnny. And something for the lady."
Having tensed at the sound of Friedman's cultured Mercian accent Antonia shrugged his arm from her shoulders, letting out a growl as the displaced limb instead settled at her waist.
"Remove it or lose it."
Antonia let a hand drop to touch the hilt of her dagger as she made her threat, glaring at Friedman when his arm just slipped lower. With a slight chuckle Friedman began exploring the curves of the flesh beneath his hand, snatching up his drink and downing it in one go.
"At this moment I'd rather lose it."
"If your arm means so little perhaps I should take something else."
Antonia drew her dagger and went to slash at Friedman's crotch, whining in frustration as the man's unoccupied hand tightly closed around her wrist.
"Such an attempt at violence so swiftly." With a squeeze Friedman forced Antonia to drop her dagger and then he quickly moved back a step, reluctantly surrendering the grip he had on Antonia's body. "My cousins in the Royal Navy clearly proved no challenge for you."

Keeping a wary eye on Friedman Antonia bowed to retrieve a smaller blade from within a boot as she moved off her stool. She was aware of everyone in the tavern paying some amount of attention to her, judging her right to be in command of a ship, and tightened the grasp she had on her knife.
"My place is not one where people fight." For a second time Big Johnny's voice rose above the whisperings and both Antonia and Friedman looked at him. "Leave Mercian."
Friedman bowed mockingly and spun on his heel before striding from the tavern. Antonia watched while the door swung closed, and then for a second longer, before gathering her weapons and sheathing them.
"Thank you."
Leaning over the bar Antonia planted a delicate kiss on Big Johnny's check before grabbing the drink Friedman had ordered for her.
"You'll have to prove yourself."
"I know. I already have a plan in mind." Antonia stood, eyeing the keys on the wall behind the bar. "For now though I want a room. And someone from Siren's Hall."
Big Johnny sighed as he retrieved a key, catching the eye of one of his runner boys at the same time. The young boy slipped behind the bar, listening intently as Big Johnny quietly spoke to him, before darting from the tavern.

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Antonia stayed at the bar, getting tipsily drunk, until the runner boy returned, the sight of the two muscular and deeply tanned men in his wake making her eyes widen. Sloppily kissing Big Johnny again she hopped from her stool and strutted towards the men.
"You boys know how to show a girl a good time?"
The men grinned as Antonia circled around them, one reaching out to rest a hand on Antonia's hip.
"We do senorita. No-one ever complains about the brothers Gio and Marc of Siren's Hall."
"Good." The word came out as a breathy moan and Antonia moved away from the pair, glancing over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes. "Follow me boys."
The two men eagerly followed Antonia up the rickety staircase and all three disappeared into a bedchamber, its door snapping shut behind them.

Once inside the bedchamber Antonia and the brothers became a whirlwind of activity. She was passed between the men, feeling them strip her of clothing even as they removed their own. Gio, the taller of the men, started by undoing the ties of her crimson halter, pushing it to the floor before sending her into the arms of his brother. Antonia shivered as her flimsy blouse was then removed, her full breasts completely exposed, and glanced at Marc when he whistled.
"You like the view?"
"Only the blind wouldn't senorita."
Aside from her shin-high boots all Antonia wore was a long skirt, kept up by a thick belt, and it was the buckle of that belt that Gio worked at, the rich material of the skirt pooling around Antonia's feet a second later.
"Shall we move to the bed then?"
"For someone beautiful like you special treatment is given."
An elegant eyebrow rose in confusion following Gio's statement while Marc dropped to his knees, Gio reaching round to cup Antonia's bust.

A long moan of pleasure filled the bedchamber as Marc drug his tongue up the length of Antonia's slit. Supported only by Gio's gentle exploration of her boob-flesh she tipped her head back to rest it on Gio's shoulder, the taller man shifting so he could capture her succulent lips in a crushing kiss. He practically inhaled her squeal as Marc flicked her emerging clit, the kiss broken a moment later when Antonia pulled away.
"Just fuck me already!"
Marc rocked back to sit on his heels, his lips and cheeks glistening with Antonia's juices, and smoothly rose, angling his hips so his erect cock slid into her depths. She gasped at the sensation, feeling herself stretched by Marc's length, and leant against Gio's chest as the tall man wrapped an arm around her midriff, using the grip to jerk Antonia from her feet and off Marc's cock.
"My brother has tasted you, and felt the warmth of your tunnel. My turn."
Gio used his free hand to take hold of his member and carefully lowered Antonia, both hissing at the feeling as they came together. Gio's cock was longer but thinner than Marc's, the different stimulation making Antonia squirm as she settled.

By flexing his knees and holding Antonia about the waist Gio was able to get a bounce going, fucking her until she could make no other noise than a continous moaning. Marc had been preparing the bed, having seen Gio's tricks many times, and he stepped to one side when done, letting his brother shuffle over to set Antonia down. The woman sprawled out, attempting to rise onto her hands and knees when Gio climbed between her spread legs, but his hand on the small of her back kept her down.
"We do the work senorita. Just keep relaxing and enjoy."
Antonia sank back onto the bed as Gio plunged into her, the soft mewl his thrust produced giving an opening for Marc to exploit. Antonia went cross-eyed watching Marc's cock disappear between her lips, his earthy scent filling her nostrils, and moaned as the brothers instantly started a rhythm that made the bed rock. She revelled in just letting go and being a slave to her passions, life aboard her ship was by necessity a lonely one, and thrust back against Gio, momentarily startling him out of his rhythm. With a grin though Gio responded by bringing an open palm down against Antonia's shapely ass, the slap forcing a muffled purr from the woman.
"I think she liked that brother." Antonia blushed as the two men spoke over her. "Do it again."
Gio slapped the other cheek, a faint print appearing after a second, and Marc groaned as Antonia jerked forward to inhale more of his member.