Won by a demon pirate

Harland x GN Reader: pt 1

You glared at the pirate as he threw another few cards down, biting down on your gag. Only a few hours earlier you'd been working at this very tavern, serving ale to the regulars of the small seaside town you lived in completely oblivious to how your day would end.

The pirates had taken the town easily. It only employed a small militia of skinny fisherman armed with spears while they had swords and cannons. The ones that didn't run away immediately died screaming and the citizens they didn't kill were divided up between them.

Now that the fun part was over, they'd crowded into the tavern to drink whatever ale was behind the counter and gamble. Only the pirate holding you by the hair was using you as a chip.

"You have to give me a chance to win 'em back, Harland," he pleaded as he examined his losing hand splayed out on the table, "look at that ass!"

"No, I don't think I will," the captain of the ship chuckled at him, slapping his hands on his knees, "I'm bored with cards. Go find one of the leftovers from the pen to fuck around with, there are plenty left."

He eyed you and you balled up trying to make yourself small. Curling his fingers at you he beckoned for you to crawl over to him. The pirate holding you loosened his grip and shoved you forward with a pout. A sore loser. You fell forward on your face, tangled up in your apron.

The captain chuckled at you, dragging you towards him by the straps of your apron. He was a demon, so he was much larger than you with thick, dark horns jutting out of his head. Narrowing his black eyes at you, he pulled your chin between his fingers and turned your head from side to side, examining you.

"You're a pretty one," he said, licking a gold fang, "you'll do nicely."

You trembled in front of him, terrified of what would come next. He threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and climbed the stairs to the rooms above. Instinctually, you fought, thrashing on his shoulder and probably bruising your sides.

He tossed you on a bed and shut the door, locking it behind him. You scooted as far away from him as possible, cowering in the corner.

"You don't have to be so frightened," he said, "I'm not going to hurt you."

As if to prove his point, he untied the gag from your head and freed your wrists. You watched in terror as he crossed the room and pulled a book from a bag. He tossed it to you and you looked confused.

"W-what is this?" you asked, holding it up.

"A book," he chuckled, "please tell me that you can read."

You nodded hesitantly.

"Then read it," he said.

You shakily opened the pages and stared at the words, but you didn't process any of it. You were still terrified and now confused.

"Out loud," he growled and you swallowed hard, forcing your eyes to focus.

You read the first page to him, your voice shaking. It was a story about an old man climbing a mountain.

"Mmm," he hummed, "I like your voice. I made a good choice."

He sank down onto the bed next to you and put his arms behind his head, leaning back against the wall and getting comfortable.

"Keep going," he prompted you when you'd paused.

You read to him for a few hours until you glanced up and found his eyes were closed. Sure he'd fallen asleep, you quietly crept to your feet.

"There's no sense in trying to run away" he said startling you, wrapping his big hands around your waist and pulling you into his lap, "you're staying with me."

"You can't do this!" you cried, trying escape his iron grip.

He jerked your chin up to him so that you had to meet his eyes.

"Do you want me to give you to the rest of my men to do what they want with you?" he asked, "maybe I should lock you naked in the stocks in the middle of town, see if you've changed your mind in a day or two."

Your mouth snapped shut. He gave you a cruel smile.

"If you want my protection, you'll do what I say," he said, "otherwise..."

He let you come to your own conclusions. You wanted to spit in his face, but you swallowed it down and relaxed in his arms.

"That's a good pet," he said, stroking your hair, "I'm not a cruel master. I can make you a very happy little companion if you let me."

You whimpered, struggling with your impulse to fight. The pirate watched your conflict, amused.

"Eager for my men?" he asked you, dragging a claw over your cheek.

You glared at him and stiffly shook your head.

"Good," he said, baring his big teeth at you, "it would be a pity if they got to touch you before me."

You stiffened and he pulled you close to him, rubbing your head. You were surrounded by his musky scent, strong from all the day's exertion.

"You can relax," he said, "I'm not going to force you. I've never needed to force anyone in my life. You'll be on your knees begging for my cock in a few days all on your own."

You let out a relieved breath, though you scoffed at the last part. He was horrible. There was no way in hell you were fucking him if he wasn't going to force you.

"Then what are you going to do with me?" you asked, afraid to hear the answer.

He looked at you as if that should be obvious.

"I want you to read to me and when you aren't doing that you can follow me around for status. It looks good to have a pretty toy on your arm," he winked at you, "of course we'll have to get you some nicer outfits, maybe a leash."

He held a limp lock of hair in his hand, damp from your panicked sweat.

"...a haircut."

You were a little taken aback at how vain this pirate was, but now that you got a good look at him you should have guessed. He was adorned with a clump of gold chains and his shirt was a fine material with shiny gold buttons even though it had a bit of blood spattered on it. Punched into his pointed ears were a variety of earrings with sparkling jewels and his fingers were laden with shiny rings.

"Now," he said, putting the book back in your hands, "start where you left off."

He leaned back, absently dragging his claws through your hair, while you read to him late into the night.