Fuck… You sat restless on the cot of your small cell, your body aching for some form of sexual pleasure. But the pirates who captured you didn’t know that, and you didn’t know much about them either— except all six of them were handsome as hell.

Your need for pleasure was growing more by the minute, it’s how you used your magic as a harlequin witch— you need pleasure to restore your energy. The only man on the ship you ever saw was who you only knew as Leon, he rarely talked, a stoic man, only coming to your cell to hand you meals and keep up your hygiene. But god how you imagined him with dirty words coming from his mouth. You wanted to know how big he was.

You were a witch with the power to control earth and water, but ever since the king held onto you he branded you with a collar around your neck so you were unable to use your magic unless he specifically told you to. And ever since the pirates that captured you found out about that, they’ve been stumped about how to use you to their advantage.

Speak of the devil. Leon walks in with a plate of fresh bread, green beans, and sliced baked potatoes. God you were starving!