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Pirate Captive

A scholar on a merchant ship, taken by pirates, kept by the captain. Three days later he is in the captain's quarters and no longer afraid. Historical captive romance.

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Elias never expected to be taken by pirates.

He was just a scholar on a merchant ship, traveling to document ancient ruins. Then the pirates attacked — fast, brutal, and terrifyingly efficient.

Their captain was even worse.

Captain Marcus Blackthorn was tall, broad, and unfairly handsome, with a scar across his cheek and eyes like storm clouds. He took one look at Elias and decided he was worth keeping.

“Pretty little thing,” Marcus had said, grabbing Elias by the chin. “You’ll do nicely.”

Elias had been terrified.

Now, three days later, he was in the captain’s quarters — and he was no longer terrified.

He was ruined.

Marcus had him bent over the heavy wooden desk, pants around his ankles, while he fucked him with deep, rough strokes. One hand gripped Elias’s hip hard enough to bruise. The other was tangled in his hair, holding him down.

“You were made for this,” Marcus growled. “Made to take pirate cock. Made to be claimed.”

Elias could only moan in response. Every thrust punched the air from his lungs. Marcus was big, and he didn’t hold back. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the cabin, mixing with the creak of the ship and the distant sound of the crew on deck.

Marcus reached around and stroked Elias’s cock roughly.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “Let the whole fucking ship hear who you belong to now.”

Elias came with a broken cry, his cock pulsing in Marcus’s hand. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed inside him for a long moment, breathing hard.

Then he pulled out and turned Elias around. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

“You’re mine now,” Marcus said. “Not as a prisoner. As my consort. My lover. My everything.”

Elias was still shaking, cum leaking down his thighs.

He should have been horrified.

Instead, he whispered,

“…Yes, Captain.”

Marcus smiled — sharp, satisfied, and possessive.

“Good boy.”

He kissed Elias then — slow and claiming.

And Elias knew, with terrifying clarity, that he would never want to leave this ship again.

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