Amethyst Rapture

“Me.” Carlos unbuckled his pants, and began to massage his hand up and down his staff. He watched Sheila intently as he circled the tip with his thumb. “You’re always hot for a romp.”

Sheila’s eyes grew as wide as saucers and she turned away. “Not now, I don’t feel well.”

Carlos saw fear in her eyes before she turned away and was convinced the enchantment had worked. He pulled the amethyst from his pocket. “Hold this,” he told Sheila.

She gingerly picked up the amethyst with her thumb and forefinger then immediately gripped the gem in her closed fist. Her eyes changed from brown to a heated dark purple. “I change my mind. I want to fuck,” she said, openmouthed, and moved to straddle her lover next to the bed. His manhood bobbed in front of her face. She grabbed his engorged penis and began working it with her hand. His slick precum shone wet on his erection as Sheila’s thumb circled the head, causing the member to increase in size.

Knowing that the spell worked excited Carlos almost more than Sheila’s mouth roughly claiming his penis. He watched her head move on his erection while she expertly slid her mouth and tongue along his shaft.

* * *

Sheila savored the salty liquid seeping from the tip of Carlos’s dick as he gripped her hair and rammed deep into her throat. Sheila sensed he was about to come and she pushed away.

She looked at Carlos through half-closed eyes and slowly began to massage around her pussy. She cocked an eyebrow and then pulled him between her legs. Carlos gazed into her purple eyes as he entered her.

Sheila groaned, squeezing her legs tighter. “Fuck me. Harder. Faster. I need more.”

Carlos grunted as he pumped into her. He bit her shoulder hard, bruising her and almost drawing blood.

“That’s my mark. You’re mine,” Carlos managed to say, thrusting again and again. Her nails bit into his back as Sheila arched and cried out. Carlos immediately followed, spurting cum rhythmically into her.

Carlos fell on top of Sheila, panting and sated. “You satisfy me every time.”

Sheila held the amethyst tightly and refused to unwrap her legs from around Carlos. “Are you ready to go again?”

“Don’t tell me you’re still hot?” Carlos smiled smugly.

“I’m always ready for a good fuck,” she reminded him, grabbing his ass.

Carlos knew the amethyst turned her into the whore she was, but would she turn off when he took it from her? “I need the amethyst.”

Sheila eyed the gem as if just noticing it clutched in her hand. It glowed like purple fire until Carlos took it from her.

The transformation was instantaneous. Sheila wiggled from beneath the man who had just satisfied her and covered herself with the sheet. “I should dress,” she said quietly.

“That’s funny, I’ve always had trouble keeping you dressed in my presence.” Carlos chuckled to himself. The old witch had turned his woman into a nun.

Carlos pulled up and buttoned his trousers. “I’ll see you above deck.” He kissed the amethyst and put it in his pocket.

Chapter Three

From behind stone walls Spanish soldiers watched the pirate ship come closer.

“They don’t suspect,” Captain Rodriguez said, smiling. “We’ll wait until they pass, then open fire. Get the cannons ready.” Their plan had worked.

For years Venganza had eluded the Spanish navy. The pirate vessel’s captain was called Carlos the Avenger. He had sunk at least seventeen merchant ships and three from the Spanish navy, causing countless deaths. Tonight Carlos would burn in hell. Captain Rodriguez watched, all muscles tense. He had to wait for the right moment. Nothing could be done if Venganza got back into the open ocean. He had no means to lay chase.

Captain Rodriguez waited until Venganza was just beyond the bottleneck of the mouth of the bay. “Fire!” he shouted.

Luck was with the Spanish captain. The first shot was a direct hit. He could see pirates swarming in confusion on the deck of Venganza, abandoning ship as fast as they could. “Al ataque!” Captain Rodriguez called to his men hiding in camouflaged longboats. “Attack!”

With swords and pistols ready the Spaniards attacked the disoriented pirates and slaughtered them all. No pirate escaped.

Chapter Four

Cienfuegos, Cuba, 2011

“We’ll be here until four. Dive at your leisure,” Bill Frampton said above the chitchat of his fellow divers. Bill was a dive-master and president of the Charleston Dive Club from South Carolina. He’d arrived two days earlier with seventeen divers eager to explore the Bay of Cienfuegos. Since the travel ban against Cuba had been lifted, the almost-virgin diving territory was irresistible. Many species of tropical fish and coral flourished in the warm water and there were countless sunken ships.

“Do you think we’ll see any sharks?” Brandy asked as she pulled her long dark hair into a ponytail.

“I hope not,” Jones replied. “I’m here to dive, not get eaten.”

“Sharks rarely eat people.” Brandy laughed.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to see firsthand,” Jones said, squirting defogger into his mask.

“The fisherman I was talking to last night said bull sharks and hammerheads are in the bay,” Ryan told them. “According to the Discovery Channel, bull sharks are the most aggressive sharks on the planet.”

“That’s why I’m taking my friend with me.” Jones patted a ten-inch blade strapped to his calf. “I’m here for tropical fish and coral.”

“My guidebook says this bay saw a lot of action from pirates. Pirates mean treasure,” Miranda piped up.

Brandy smiled. “Pirates mean buried treasure, not sunken treasure.”

“Why not? Maybe we’ll get lucky,” Miranda said.

Brandy perched on the side of the boat. “I hate that we have to wear a full wetsuit.”

“You’ll be glad if we run into any fire coral,” Ryan said with a smile, showing off his perfect teeth.

Brandy adjusted her fins and pushed back into the water. Ryan followed.

Brandy wasn’t the prettiest girl he’d ever met but she was the hottest in the dive club and Ryan was determined to tap that before they left Cuba. Each diver had a partner for safety reasons. Ryan had jumped at the opportunity to be with Brandy.

Visibility was great. Brandy held out her arms as a school of tiny blue fish swirled around her, darting in different directions. Her eyes briefly locked with Ryan’s and he saw a look of amazement. Brandy had never dived in the tropics. Ryan saw Brandy’s lips on either side of her regulator curving into a smile.