Pirate's Witch

by Jessamine Rue

He doesn’t want me to hurt the girl. Thinks she’s his. But I’m his. And if she’s his, she’s also mine. I swear it makes fucking sense.

Their caresses are about love and security, not sex, and my heart pulses with delighted pain because I want that love even more than I want to be completely, thoroughly used.

I wish I could make the Captain’s heart feel like that—whole and filled and satisfied.

I have to remember that she belongs to herself, and her pleasure is to have us all.

Then Jim wipes the cum from his hand all over the front of my tunic. He darts away as I lunge for him, but I manage a glancing punch to his shoulder. “You little shit.”

I know the smoking habit isn’t good for him. I’ve had to heal damage to his lungs repeatedly. But it calms him, and if I can repair the decay, what’s the harm?

I need Iro in my life