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Doflamingo was sulking. His signature smile was comically turned upside down and his arms were crossed over his chest. Feet resting on top of his desk as he leaned back in his plush office chair, crumpling the important documents strewn underneath them that he was meant to review and sign. He knew he probably looked like a petulant child, and he felt like one, too. This was all your fucking fault.

Even though you were only in your twenties, you were already a well-known Vice Admiral. Vergo had informed Doflamingo of your impressive Haki abilities months ago, but that wasn’t the only reason he kept a close eye on you. You were sexy as hell, even in a Marines uniform, and he delighted in every brief interaction he had with you at Warlord meetings. When you decided to take some time off, he snatched you up immediately with a tantalizing job offer. After all, working for him was technically still a Government job, and he was helping so many countries in need!

You made it clear from the very beginning that this was a temporary gig and you had no intention of permanently joining the Donquixote Family. You were his business partner, not his subordinate. He never planned on honoring that agreement, of course, but you were making his plans particularly difficult. 

The man had hundreds of thousands – if not millions – of loyal and passive subjects. Obedient workers who never questioned his judgment and praised his iron fist, from the filthy commoners at the bottom to the Elite Officers up top. But not you. 

You had the kind of effortless confidence that got under his skin. You were unbothered and detached from his evil antics, from him. He made his presence known everywhere he went and was always the focus of the room, but it seemed like you paid more attention to the damn servants than him. His threats and intimidation which made thousands tremble in fear hardly made you flinch. When he revealed the secret of Dressrosa’s toys in hopes of getting a reaction from you, you practically yawned. 

You knew who he was. You knew what he was capable of. You didn’t fucking care.

You weren’t afraid of him, and this greatly disturbed him.

A few days ago, you had strolled into his office without even knocking on the door. He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, but you barely took notice. You were there to discuss your agreement in order to figure out a time frame of how long he needed you. He threw his head back and laughed loudly as he said, “That’s adorable. You really think you can get away from me, hm?”

Perceptive as always, you noticed the slightest twitch of his middle finger and immediately held an Armament Haki-coated hand in front of your chest, blocking the nearly invisible string flung your way. “Doffy, I’m being serious.”

He frowned and narrowed his eyes. Diamante used that nickname once in front of you and now you wouldn’t call him anything else. You thought it was cute. “Since when can you block my strings?”

“Do you really think I’d be a Vice Admiral if I couldn’t do that? You were so obvious about it, too.” You clicked your tongue, knowing full well that anyone less powerful than you wouldn’t be able to perceive his movement. Prominent veins popped in Doflamingo’s forehead but the blonde man stayed silent. “I think I’ll stay here for a few more months, at least. Maybe longer if I don’t have a terrible time here. Dressrosa is kind of growing on me.” 

“You’re acting like I can’t keep you here by force.” Doflamingo interrupted your train of thought. “I could have Sugar turn you into a cute little doll, and then your Vice Admiral position would disappear. Or Giolla could turn you into a painting to hang on my wall.” He paused as if considering his options, knowing full well what he truly wanted. “Maybe I’ll keep you tied up with strings as my own personal pet.”

Many times he’d pictured you tied to the headboard of his bed, stripped naked and covered in his drying cum as he used you however he wanted. Perhaps then he’d finally ignite a spark of fear in you. 

“If you actually wanted to do that, it would’ve happened already. But you’re the one who hired me, remember?” You acted like you were explaining something obvious to a kid. “If you try anything against me, I can always call up the Navy and tell them what you’re doing to your poor innocent citizens. Maybe even let them know your alias? Begins with a J, right?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He snarled, sitting up in his seat immediately and binding strings around your wrists to keep them pinned above your head. You kept your eyes trained on his, a determined and almost taunting glint in them. 

“I’m not a big fan of blackmail, so I don’t want to do that,” you replied in an even tone. “I’m just saying that I can. Now, are we gonna talk business, or are you gonna play cat’s cradle all day?”

Doflamingo should’ve killed you right then and there. That would’ve put an end to his confusing thoughts about you, but your conversation only made them worse. You were on his mind constantly, to the point where he couldn’t focus on anything else. It was an obsession, an infatuation, one completely unbecoming of a heavenly being like himself. People were meant to grovel at his feet and kiss the very ground he walked on – why the fuck were you not affected?

He finally had enough. He pushed the chair away from his desk and stormed out of his office. Servants hurried away in fear, knowing that his scowl and heavy footsteps meant nothing but trouble. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled around his mind — he wanted to make you scream, to completely immobilize you with his power, to kiss you so hard you saw stars. No, that wasn’t it. 

He wanted you to call him ‘Young Master’. 

Doflamingo threw open the double doors to a secluded drawing room in his typical dramatic flair. You were alone, reclining on a couch and reading a book. Even this pissed him off – you were in a potential viper’s nest, surrounded by powerful people who could turn on you at any point, yet you didn’t feel the need to keep others around you for protection. You turned your head towards the intruder in confusion. His massive body filled the door frame and light from the hallway illuminated him and his feathery coat from behind, making him look like a fallen angel.

“What Devil Fruit did you eat.” It was a statement, not a question. His voice was a dangerously low growl. 

“I already told you, I didn’t eat one.” You said slowly, slightly thrown off by his demeanor but still not afraid. 

“You lying bitch!” He roared, using his strings to slam the doors behind him as he crossed the room towards you in three giant steps. “You must have some kind of mind control ability, or manipulation, or… I don’t fucking know! Tell me what’s happening!” He threw his head in his hands and crouched over, almost as if he was in pain. “Why can’t I stop fucking thinking about you!”

Your mouth opened slightly and you blinked a few times to process the situation, and then it hit you. A sly grin slowly formed on your face as you dog-eared your book and set it down next to you. You knew this man was incapable of love in its purest sense, but maybe… “Doffy, have you never been attracted to someone before?”

His head shot up and he narrowed his eyes at you furiously behind his sunglasses. Of course he’d fucking been attracted to people – he refused to settle for nothing but the best with his lovers. He had fucked enough sexy men and women over the years to form a small army. But none of them were like you. 

They were all cheaply made toys, suitable for one or two uses then tossed in the trash when they broke or when he got bored. He was a greedy and spoiled child who always got what he wanted. But with you… it felt like he was staring through the front window of a shop at a shiny new toy. So close and so enticing but completely out of reach.

“Fuck you! I… I…” You would never know how that sentence was supposed to end, because he sunk to his knees and hung his head in frustrated shame. He slammed his fist against the floor hard enough to rattle the room. “Why won’t you belong to me?!”

The almighty King of Dressrosa, the feared Warlord, the powerful underground broker, was on his knees begging for you. He knew he sounded pathetic. He felt pathetic. But he couldn’t go a moment longer without getting what he wanted, what was rightfully his. 

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You had always stood your ground because you knew your worth, but sometimes you did it to purposely push the blonde man’s buttons since no one else seemed to have the courage to do so. But you were just teasing him – this was not the outcome you had in mind. 

You slowly stood from the couch to move in front of him. Even bent over, the massive man was practically your height, but he had never seemed smaller.

“Doffy,” you began in a quiet voice and reached out to gently touch his feather-clad shoulder, but he slammed the ground again. 

“I don’t need you to patronize me! I need…” he trailed off again and hesitated for a moment before realizing what he needed to do to calm the fire roaring inside him. Fine, he would give you a fucking reason to worship him. He threw himself at your midsection, making you yelp in surprise. He had finally drawn a reaction out of you, and it spurred him on even more. Rough hands yanked your shirt up to your breasts and he hungrily mouthed at the soft skin of your tummy, a frenzied mess of tongue and teeth and soft lips. “I need you. Give yourself to me.” He said breathlessly, punctuating his words with a sharp bite at your hip. 

You were frozen in place but weak in the knees, unable to do anything but accept his bites and bruises. You’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined what his long tongue and nimble fingers felt like on your body, in your body. He nipped at your skin hard enough to bruise then soothed it with his tongue, sending heat straight to your core. 

Doflamingo was in a drugged-like haze, mind clouded with a dizzying mix of lust and hatred and longing. He belatedly noticed that you weren’t resisting him when he popped the button on your jeans. When he looked up, he realized your cheeks were flushed and your gaze was trained on his long fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants. 

He smiled wickedly, feeling a sliver of regained control. “You fucking whore. You want this, don’t you?”

“Doffy, you’re the one literally trying to get in my pants.”

“Shut up.” He snarled, annoyed yet allured by your sweet giggle afterwards. He yanked your jeans down to your ankles to reveal pretty pink lace panties underneath. They practically matched the color of his coat – you had to have worn those just for him. Might as well take them later. 

A needy and unashamed whine tore from his lips when he saw your pussy. Even more perfect than he’d imagined all those times he fucked his fist alone in bed. He told himself this was what was necessary to crush that annoying ego of yours, knowing full well he was nearly shaking with pure carnal desire. He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise and shoved your thighs apart before diving in. His tongue was ravenous, licking a sloppy stripe from your ass to your clit, mouth closing around the nub and sucking harshly. The sweetest moan he’d ever heard fell from your lips and he echoed it, eager to hear more. 

Fingers tangled in his short blonde hair as you tried to steady yourself. It was too much all at once. You tried to tug him away to tell him to slow down, yet wanted to pull him even closer. Doflamingo flinched at the contact. Part of him wanted to tie your hands behind your back because how dare you touch him without permission. But instead, he groaned at the rough pull on his scalp, which went straight to his hardening cock. His grip on you tightened as he dragged you further onto his face.

His long tongue lapped messily at your folds then slipped into your cunt, shallowly thrusting the wet tip in and out. He laughed in delight at your delicious juices coating his tastebuds and making his head spin.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He panted and rubbed his nose against your clit, making you jump. A sloppy string of his saliva still connected his mouth to your entrance. “I think you like me after all.”

“I’d like anyone who eats me out this good,” you quipped.

“But no one’s as good as me, hm?” To prove his point, he shoved the entirety of his skilled tongue deep inside you. You threw your head back and whined as the wet muscle curled and twisted inside you, hungrily lapping at your sensitive inner walls. “No one will ever be as good as me. Say you’re mine and you can have this every day.”

“F-fuck, Doffy… so, mmh, good…” He ate you out like a man starved, desperately sucking at every part of your pussy he could reach. One hand moved from your hip, leaving dark blue fingerprint-shaped bruises behind, and plunged into his own pants. He let out a deep groan at the contact.

“Call me Young Master.” Doflamingo breathed heavily as he pulled his pants down slightly. Your jaw dropped when he revealed his massive and fully erect dick, leaking beads of precum and bobbing against his stomach. You knew he’d be big based on his height, but this was inhuman. The blonde man noticed your hungry gaze and chuckled. “You want me so badly. Stop denying the truth and I’ll give you everything you want. I am a benevolent king, after all.”

You actually laughed at that, and he didn’t even try to be angry – being on full display for you meant he couldn’t hide the way your disobedience made his cock twitch. His other hand slithered between your legs and rubbed at your folds and the smile fell off your face.

You stumbled backwards – there was nothing behind you to lean on and your legs were quickly turning into jelly. “W-wait, Doffy, I can’t, ahh, l-let me sit…”

Two of his fingers moved downwards and bound your feet to the floor with his string. Immobilizing your bottom half like a statue but intentionally leaving your top half free to grab at his hair and body as you pleased. “Your king will grant you permission to move when I want to.” 

“S’okay, I l-like seeing you look up to me for once.” Your witty reply was lost on the blonde, who had spread your folds apart and was hypnotized by your entrance clenching around nothing. You were so fucking tiny compared to him and he ached at the thought of molding your insides to take him and him alone.

Just one thick finger was enough to make you moan and pant, slowly pushing its way inside your cunt. “Shit, you’re so tight.” The soft squelches of your inner walls rang in his ears and pretty pearls of precum leaked from his dick. “Perfect fucking pussy. Give it to me.”

A second digit was soon added, scissoring you apart expertly. Unsurprisingly, the man really knew how to use his fingers. He crooked them and brushed against your most sensitive spot, causing you to cry out and hold onto him even harder. Sharp teeth playfully bit at your inner thigh in response. Doflamingo gathered some of the constant dribble of precum from the tip of his cock to lube his rough palm. He considered making you spit on his hand to ease the glide, but a better idea came to mind.

“Spit in my mouth.” He ordered, tilting his head up and sticking his tongue out. Waiting for you to follow his command like a good toy.

You were taken aback by the sudden request, but you gathered a ball of spit in your mouth like you were told… and it landed directly on the lens of his sunglasses, obscuring the vision of one eye. Doflamingo knew that it wasn’t just badly aimed. This was an act of defiance. You intentionally spit on his defining accessory, his very essence.

“You stupid slut.” The venomous insult came with a maniacally pleased grin. He pushed the stained glasses onto his forehead and you finally saw his eyes for the first time. Gorgeous and bright blue with lust-blown pupils. Looking at his beautifully depraved expression in its entirety, you briefly wondered if he really was an angel. His fingers sped up to a nearly brutal pace and he slipped in a third digit, causing you to choke on your spit. “Love me. Love me.”

A divine being who fell from heaven to beg at your feet. 

“Y-you’re fucking insane,” you panted with a blissful smile, your cunt clenching down deliciously on him. “Make up your, mmh, mind.”

“Adore me.” He responded immediately. “Say you’re mine. Be mine.”

Even though you refused to respond, the blonde was lost in his fantasies yet grounded in the reality of your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure. Mouth hanging open, hands nearly going numb from how hard you held onto him. He needed to see you like this every day – no, every hour. He could keep you under his desk like a pet, ready to suck his dick whenever he allowed you to. Or maybe you’d sit in his lap all day, one of his hands fondling your tits as he attended meetings and forced his subordinates to watch him play with his favorite toy. 

But that was too mundane. He could snatch up anyone in Dressrosa right now and do the same. No, the twisted fantasy that really made his cock ache was already happening. That annoyingly sexy confidence of yours was threatening his godliness. 

Maybe he’d make you step on him next time.

“Call me Young Master,” he begged again, too far gone to realize how ridiculous he sounded. Tongue hanging out like a dog (and panting like one, too), he rutted into his hand even faster. His cock was absolutely throbbing, red and angry and dripping precum. He was in no position to be giving orders. You stifled a giggle with your hand, which quickly turned into a moan as his fingers bumped against your cervix. 

“I already t-told you,” you sucked in a few shaky breaths. He was watching you intently and still smiling, but his fingers never slowed down. “You’re not my –mm– Master, I don’t, ahh, work for you…”

“But why not?” He whined again. “At least call me it when you cum. I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t.” 

You didn’t acknowledge the ridiculously empty threat, instead throwing your head back when his fingers crooked against your most sensitive spot. Slick was dribbling down your legs – Doflamingo licked it off of your thighs before slurping around his digits buried inside you. The blonde echoed your unashamedly loud moans, practically on the edge himself. He only needed one thing to send him into a rapturous white bliss. 

He stared up at you unblinkingly, face frozen in a grin as he took in all the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm. Sweat dribbled down your forehead, eyebrows furrowed together, body tense and breath hot. “I-I’m gonna… gonna…” He crooked his fingers inside you the way he’d done thousands of times to turn people into obedient little puppets.

“Doffy~!” Your face contorted into the most divine expression he’d ever seen, crying out his name like a desperate prayer. 

You ignored his order. You used that stupid fucking nickname. 

He came hard. 

The tight coil that had been building in his groin for days at the mere thought of you finally snapped. An animalistic moan left his lips as thick ropes of cum coated his hand and spilled onto his abdomen. He looked even more blissed out than you, panting hard and shuddering and nearly overstimulating himself with the hand on his cock still slowly moving up and down. 

Doflamingo finally removed his fingers from inside you and loudly sucked them clean of your essence. Still craning his neck upwards so he wouldn’t break eye contact with you. You could lose yourself inside that piercing gaze, so full of obsession and hunger, especially when it was coming from a position of worship rather than condescension. 

Blinking out of your stupor, you realized the blonde’s cum-coated hand was in front of your mouth. If you were anyone else, he would’ve shoved his fingers all the way to your throat and made you choke on it. Instead, he stayed still and kept quiet. This was an offering. 

You grabbed his wrist and kitten-licked his sticky palm twice, humming thoughtfully as if appraising the taste. His grin grew even wider. Then you pulled away and teasingly said, “You take care of the rest of it.”

Doflamingo simply giggled in delight — you’d willingly tasted the essence of a god, one that was soon to be your god, but you were still too stubborn to give in. He didn’t expect you to crumble so easily and he didn’t want you to. He was having way too much fun. The blonde smeared the rest of his cum on the crotch of the pink panties still pooled around your ankles. 

“That’s disgusting.” You huffed in annoyance and rolled your eyes. “What am I supposed to wear out of here?”

The man chuckled lowly and rose to his feet, suddenly towering above you at full height. He wiped the dried spit off of his sunglasses before returning them to their rightful place on the bridge of his nose. 

“Who said anything about leaving?” You paled at the sight of his devilish grin but felt your core clench in need. “You still haven’t called me by my proper title.”

You don’t remember how it started—only that now, your thighs are trembling and your knuckles are white where they grip his horns. His horns, solid and curved like handles crafted by the gods, anchoring you as he devours you like a dying man clinging to salvation.

Kaido lies beneath you, massive and half-naked, the dark tattoos on his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes through your slick heat. His hands—those scarred, brutal hands—are gripping your ass, spreading you wider, pulling you down harder against his face with possessive, growling greed.

“Don’t run,” he rasps against you, voice muffled and thick with hunger. “You wanted this.”

His tongue works in slow, deliberate circles, then flicks up with precision, making your entire spine jolt. You gasp, your hips stuttering as he growls, low and pleased, sucking your clit into his mouth like it’s the only thing worth tasting.

You try to lift yourself, overwhelmed, but his grip tightens.

“Oh no,” he murmurs, voice gravel and heat, “you’re stayin’ right here.”

He grinds you down against his face, dragging your folds along his tongue like he’s memorizing every inch of you—every taste, every tremble. One thick hand slips around to press at your lower back, keeping you steady as the other spreads your cheek, his thumb sinking in just enough to make you moan out loud.

“Fuck—Kaido—”

His eyes flick up at you. Wild. Wanting. Dark with something primal that borders on reverence. You’ve never seen a man look at you like that—with his mouth full of you and his entire world narrowed down to the way your body shakes on top of him.

“You gonna come on my face.” he mutters, lips slick, beard damp. “Hold on to me. Don’t fucking stop now.”

And you don’t. You grind. You rut. You ride his mouth like it’s a throne built for your pleasure—and he’s the beast that guards it.

When you finally cry out, legs shaking, hips bucking, he doesn’t let go. Not until he’s licked up every drop. Not until you collapse forward, breathless and ruined, and he exhales beneath you like you were the thing that tamed him.

Then, softly, with his voice thick and dangerous:

“Next time, you’re not walking for days.”

You barely have time to catch your breath before Kaido moves.

One hand wraps around your waist, the other cups the back of your thigh, and with a growl, he lifts you like you weigh nothing—flips you over, lays you flat on your stomach across the bed, hips arched, ass up. The room spins for half a second, your heart still pounding from the orgasm he dragged out of you, and then—

“Don’t even think about running now,” he rumbles behind you, voice dark, wrecked, and hungry.

You hear the soft metallic clink of his belt coming undone. The drag of fabric. Then the weight of him kneeling behind you, hot skin against your thighs as his rough palm slides up your back—slow, possessive—before he grabs your hair, pulling your head back just enough to hear you gasp.

“I make you come with my mouth,” he growls against your ear, voice ragged. “Now I fuck you like you’re mine.”

And then—he pushes in.

Thick. Heavy. Stretching you open inch by devastating inch until you can’t do anything but moan his name. One of his massive hands grips your hip so tightly you’ll feel it for days. The other plants itself beside your head as he starts thrusting, slow at first, like he wants to savor how tight you are around him, how wet you still are from riding his face.

“You feel that?” he growls. “That’s what happens when you sit on a dragon’s mouth, girl.”

You whimper something—yes, please, fuck—but it’s incoherent beneath the sound of skin meeting skin, the bed creaking under his strength, the deep, guttural sounds he makes every time he bottoms out inside you. Then his hand comes down—smack—against your ass, just hard enough to sting, to make your muscles tighten around him.

He snarls. “Tighten on me again and I’ll come just like that.”

You cry out. He leans forward, massive chest blanketing your back, the heat of his breath on your neck.

“You want it rough?” he hisses. “You want me to ruin you?”

You nod, panting. “Yes—Kaido, please—”

He pulls out almost entirely—then slams back in so deep you see stars.

“Then take it,” he growls. “Take every fucking inch.”

You’re already trembling beneath him, your cheek pressed into the mattress, nails clawing at the sheets. Kaido’s hips slam into you with punishing rhythm, his breath ragged, sweat dripping down his spine as his body coils tighter, like a storm about to break.

He’s cursing under his breath now—low, growled filth between gritted teeth. One hand grips your hip so hard it bruises. The other slides under your belly, fingers rubbing your clit in rough, perfect circles that leave you gasping his name like a prayer.

“F-fuck—Kaido—”

“Come for me again,” he snarls, voice cracked and dangerous. “Come so I can feel it—so I can finish inside you like I should’ve the first time.”

You do—cry out, shaking around him, tightening like a fist—and that’s it. That’s all it takes.

With a roar, he slams deep and stays there, cock buried to the hilt as his body locks over yours. His spine arches. His muscles seize. And then— He comes inside you, deep and hot, growling like a beast that’s claimed what’s his.

“Fuck—take it,” he groans, voice hoarse. “Take all of it. You’re mine, you hear me?”

You whimper, too wrecked to speak, and he doesn’t stop. He grinds into you slowly, deliberately, riding out every pulse of his release, making sure you feel every thick spurt as it floods your core.

He lowers over you then, heavy and overwhelming, pressing his forehead to the back of your neck. His beard scrapes your skin. His breath is fire on your ear.

“I’ll kill for you,” he whispers, barely there. “Burn down the whole damn city if they touch you. Build you a world with my hands if you just stay.”

You don’t answer. You don’t have to.

Because he already knows—you’re not going anywhere.

And neither is he.

Doflamingo was far from a kind king. Even when citizens hailed his presence and thanked the gods above for his heroic intervention during King Riku’s slaughter, you knew of his cruelties. There was no sympathetic gaze under his ruby glasses, only the fiery passions of a new ruler, a new conqueror to take the land.

You were obedient though, you knew your place in the palace, not daring to speak or act out of order. Although you and many other staff members could tell something was gravely wrong with the new royal family, there were no words that could possibly shape your outcomes for the better. The Donquixote family seemed to listen to no one but their ‘young master’, kicking aside any servants or other civilians who didn't suit them the way they wanted.

As a chamber maid, you always felt as if your days were numbered. Although members such as Baby 5 and Giolla seemed to be slightly kinder and more tolerable in your presence, the male officers either resented or took every opportunity to perv on you. You especially hated Trebol and his disgusting devil fruit.

His mucus always left a mess in the bedsheets, and even on the velvet carpets that lined the halls. You felt bad for the cleaners who had the duty of washing those every day. Scrubbing his pillow covers was bad enough, but the thought of having to follow behind him to mop up his sticky trail sent shivers down your spine.

Doflamingo’s room wasn’t great either. As the ruler of the nation he had his pick of any woman, man, or person he could desire. And he sure desired often. You mostly kept a clear head space while you silently worked around him or any of his midnight partners, not wanting to disturb anyone in fear of being executed on the spot.

While you can’t say you envy those girls, a small part of you wondered what it would be like to be comforted in his arms, rather than fear them. You’ve lived so much of your life cowering from the Heavenly Demon it was hard to imagine a world where you openly embraced his presence.

However, just as strange as the day your lovely Riku came to betray you all, Doflamingo began to seek your attendance more than usual. Usually you tidied as many bedrooms as the day saw fit, before you scurried back to your measly living quarters in the basement. There was little enrichment downstairs, but you had the company of your coworkers which was more than you could ask for in these times.

But when your king began to request your company outside of your daily duties in his bedroom, you couldn’t help but grow anxious.

It was a very simple order. He just wanted to meet you outside by the side of his pool. He enjoyed basking in the clear water, often surrounded by the beauties of Dressrosa, unconcerned with the shadowy underbelly of the country. Sometimes you snuck peeks outside and licked your lips just staring at the colorful drinks they passed around all day out there.

So it was very odd for him to ask for you, but you were in no position to disregard his instructions. Playing with the fraying end of your skirts as you shuffled outside, you lowered your head when he started to come into view. You couldn’t bear to look at him in the face, and the Dressrosian heat didn’t help your case either. Your uniform was that of the traditional maid, something the previous royalty had never asked of you, opting for much more loose and comfortable clothing, however the Donquioxite reign, of course, strung you and the rest of the staff up in this ridiculous garb.

Taking a few steps closer, you finally lifted your head up to peer at the man lounging in a couch far too big for any normal sized human. Maybe it was originally made for a small Giant, or a Fishman.

No, knowing your king he had this custom made, only the finest of fur for his ass.

The glasses reflected your sorry state, your own reflection staring back at you. You looked sweaty and bashful, the exact opposite of how you wanted to show up to address the man. The frills on your dress and headband seemed to curl in on you, making your figure appear frumpy rather than delicate. You doubted he even remembered your person, let alone your name, and yet after years you still felt as if this was your first impression.

“You requested my presence-” you were shortly interrupted. “I’m happy you could make it out of the palace!” he boasted. He made it seem as if you chose to not come outside. As if you wanted to stay inside and watch the Donquioxite family play cards and frolic around in the water as you slugged your tired body down to your quarters for the little rest you got. His words made you angry, but you could show no emotion, not in front of him.

“Thank you, your majesty. It was very kind of you to allow me this opportunity" you replied. He seemed to like this answer, apparent from his growing smile that stretched his face wide similar to the jolly roger behind him. It was a little unnerving to watch, but you didn't want to upset him, so you sent a small smile back.

He leaned forward, as if to inspect your features, not as if to commit them to memory, no, but to make sure everything was in place. Ensuring you were the correct unfortunate soul he decided to torture that day.

Placing his hands behind his head, he ordered you to sit besides him. You did your best to jump onto the tall piece of furniture, and he paid no attention to your struggles.

When you finally made yourself comfortable, a large hand found itself in the middle of your legs.

You had always secretly admired his hands. They were larger than any hands you had seen on another man, and had the most healthy veins running through the muscle. His fingers and the backs of his hands were tanned to perfection, most likely from his trips out to sea on the glistening waters. Your hands could look better after laboring most of your life. Oh well.

He didn’t do anything at first, just allowed gravity to put a small amount of pressure between your thighs. You didn’t know whether to close your legs or open them wider, unsure of what he would like at the moment.

Internally you were screaming. Although this was not checked off the list of possibilities for him, you hadn’t ever believed he would make advances on you.

…At least after waiting for so long. You’ve worked under him for years, practically watched Dellinger grow up! Had he become so bored of the models he usually frequented that he’d resorted to screwing the help?

You bit your lip, deciding to slightly shift your thighs inwards, not trying to trap his hand, but make it known that you feel his presence. After what felt like years, his fingers finally wrapped around the meat of your thighs. You tensed, already feeling the crescents of his nails dig into your soft skin. You dared not to drift your pupils to his own, hoping that he would say something to explain his actions.

“I want you to suck me off,” he stated plainly.

You almost couldn’t process what you were hearing. He wanted you to give him a blowjob, in front of all the other pool staff and the other family members relaxing in the shade here. You seemed to be frozen in place, still processing the hand on your upper thigh.

The sound of his heavy belt unbuckling and hitting the couch, made muffled clinking sounds accompanying the smooth clicks of his zipper. You couldn’t imagine what dick his size would look like, but it didn’t really matter because you were going to find out soon enough.

Surprisingly, his cock was very pretty. It wasn’t fully erect yet, but it was certainly bigger than anything you’ve seen in magazines or real life, probably about the size of your forearm. He didn’t have any pubic hair, however you already knew the King of Dressrosa regularly threaded and had himself waxed so that wasn’t too surprising. He had two veins that ran on opposite sides of his length, only to intersect on the bottom of his heavy shaft. Or, it certainly seemed heavy the way he carried himself.

However if you had to say so yourself, the pearly head of his cock was the most delicious thing about it. It was a beautiful mushroomed tip that blushed a pretty deep pink the further up it went. You felt bashful staring at such an intimate part of Doflamingo, but he only seemed proud and turned on to see you ogle his manhood.

“Well, go ahead” he motioned cock in hand toward your mouth. While you still felt timid, you knew there was no backing out of this order, unless you wanted your head separated from your body, that is. Wetting your lips, you crawled toward his much larger figure, trying to work up the strength and guts to somehow take him inside of mouth, nonetheless throat. You figured perhaps you could lick around and maybe get him to cum soon enough, so he won’t attempt to try out your trachea.

When you reached his shiny head, your small tongue peaked out from underneath your lips. Finally pressing a small kitten lick to the slit, you closed your eyes from the saltiness of his precum. He was warm, which in some ways was comforting, so you kept going, placing more kisses and soft licks on the divot on his tip. Eventually one of his hands came behind your head to play with the ribbons of your headband.

Not wanting to seem as if you were stalling time, you trailed down his length until you found one of his fat veins. Running your tongue on the underside of the line you followed it down into where his pubic hair should’ve been. You spent some time making out with the base of his cock, feeling the way the short stubble of his groin tickled your cheeks. He didn’t make any sounds, but you could feel the vibrations in his stomach when you flicked your tongue across his veins.

An amazing idea popped inside your head when you decided to move even further down to his balls. Before you decided to attempt to take one inside your mouth or even play with them in your hands, you lolled your tongue out from your mouth and licked a fat stripe across the seam.

A strangled breath left his chest, and you knew you had him. For the first time you felt as if you had somewhat little control in this situation.

Now positioning your body to lay flat across his lap you had much better access to his cock. You continued to make out with his ballsack before you fluttered open your eyes to stare at him in his lenses for the first time that afternoon. That was apparently the wrong decision, as his open mouth quickly turned into a tight grin and the veins popping on his forehead retreated back into his skull.

“This has been cute, Doll, but I asked for a blowjob didn’t I?” he reprimanded. And the hand that was playfully twirling the ribbons in your hair quickly enveloped your entire head. Raising your shoulders to a position that befits him, he brought your spit covered lips back to the rosy head of his cock. You knew what he was asking, however, you didn’t know if his size was going to allow for such an action. Opening your mouth as wide as you could, you allowed him to lower your face on his length, his groan echoing into the open air.

You could feel the way he filled your entire cavern, stretching the back of your throat just to fit his fat tip. Not wanting to disappoint him, you did your best to hollow your cheeks and let him bob your head, flinching every time his cock kissed your uvula. You’d heard through the conversations of your coworkers that breathing through your nose and taking deep breaths while you could would make the experience more pleasurable for your side. However, you didn’t know when Doflamingo would let you off his shaft anytime soon, so you decided that your nose would be your main airway from now on.

“Ahh, there we go, now that wasn’t too hard was it?” Doflamingo peered down at you. You wanted to cry, your eyes were certainly watering. You don’t know whether he was dissatisfied with your service and this was his way of firing you, or he felt like being irrationally cruel that day. Either way, the small thrusts of his hips weren’t doing much to alleviate your situation.

Your throat felt so good around him! He just wanted to see how much further you could take, before you broke. Using the hand on your head, he pushed down even harder, forcing a sizable bulge to swell from your throat. He felt his balls tighten at the sight. Most of the people he hooked up with were on the taller end, these size complications made sex all the lot harder, but did it also make it hotter. He couldn’t believe you were still going when he started to place his other hand under your chin, massaging his cock through the skin of your neck.

You looked so cute in his lap like this. Oh he knew it was a good idea to instate these frilly maid outfits for the servants of the palace. You reassembled a little doll for his molding all pliant like this. He knew he was going to have his fun with you now. However all good things must come to an end and from his own thrusting and the bobbing of your head, he knew he was close. Of course he was going to allow you the pleasure of tasting his semen on your tongue, but he had to make sure you didn’t waste any.

Feeling the tightness in his lower stomach he allowed himself to let go, eyes rolling back to relish in the feeling of his climax washing over his body. Moving his hand that was so gently rubbing your neck, he pinched your nose, nipping off your last airway so politely so you were forced to suction his cock while he rode out his high. He watched in delight as you attempted to pull your head away, mouth dribbling with cum and eyes turning red.

Your reaction made his orgasm that much better, enjoying how your body writhed over his knee for some sort of respite. When he finally let go of you, you didn’t even fully pull away from his softening cock. You let him take your face in his hands and stuff the rest of his cum back between your lips where it belongs.

After all, you would never reject a gift from your king would you?

“You’re dismissed.” He waved you off just as easily as he beckoned you forth. You paused, mind still fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and cum down your throat. After a few paces you nodded and shimmed off the couch, scurrying back to your quarters with tear soaked cheeks and slick steeped panties.

—

You still performed duties regularly after that. But in all honesty, you thought of that day consistently, especially when you cleaned Doflamingo's chambers. You tried shrugging the meeting off to his own curiosity, getting the better of him, and then deciding he’s had enough. After all there was no shortage of Dressrosian models flocking the palace after your exchange. It’s not like you expected him to take you as his royal consort. No, you were fairly realistic, unfortunately.

Things did seem to move much more slowly for you these days though. Diamante’s room lacked the usual Saturday mess, and even Trebol seemed to have cleaned up his act somewhat. Maybe shagging the king did have its benefits, even if they were purely delusional and in your head.

Occasionally you thought about telling your friends about the rendezvous, wondering what they would say, if they would be envious, or curious about the affair. However one question sits on the tip of your tongue every time you look back on it too long. ‘Why?’

You had proven your loyalty to him for years, what could he be searching for now? Maybe he really was just bored and wanted a change of pace from the usual bombshells he brings to the palace, but that answer didn’t hang right with you. You decided to take your lunch instead of pursuing questions without answers.

Meal times in the palace were actually quite nice. You usually caught up with a few of your coworkers and chatted about your mundane days. Lunch was small, but always quality. This particular day you had a tomato and basil soup accompanied by a bright yellow roll. You ate quietly while you listened in on your friends’ conversations.

“Hey… you seem more silent than usual.” One of your friends interjected. You smiled and said you were tired. You wondered if Doflamingo would get mad if you told everyone about what happened. Surely not? After all, why would he care about some servant?

“Actually, I-” But you never got to tell your story because a much more interesting one appeared before you.

“Did you hear that the King kicked out a girl last night?” Murmured gasps of shock and giggles pranced around the table, but were kept hushed enough as to not raise suspicion.

“Yeah! Apparently, she ran out of his room crying! One of the night cooks saw it.” Your coworkers laughed and bounced around conjectures at what could’ve happened between the King and the poor women, but you were more concerned about what you heard next.

“Really? Because I also heard that two nights ago a man and a woman left his room in silence, lingerie still on!” This only fanned the flames, and to say your interest was piqued was an understatement. You’ve never heard of Doflamingo sending his consorts away, they were hand chosen anyways, so there really wasn’t any way they could displease him.

“Anyways, what were you saying?” A swift poke to your side, phased you out of your head and back into the conversation. “Oh… yeah, it was nothing.” You didn’t want to add to the royal gossip without making some discoveries of your own, so for now, your rendezvous with Doflamingo would be a secret. It didn’t seem like anyone else was bothered either, quickly going back to their theories on Doflamingo’s newfound cold shoulder.

Another week would go by before you came across any new evidence for your research. You had risen early, before the sun could poke over the rocky outskirts of the island, to collect your folding cart from the custodian closet. After fetching warm fresh sheets from the laundry room you headed out, yawning as you made your way down the hall.

Baby 5 was always first, and you were grateful, it was nice to start the day off easy. She would even aid you sometimes if you asked her to hand you a pillow or move something else in the room. More than that, she was probably the most graceful sleeper of her family, compared to the odd bodies that made up the Donquixotes, nothing but a blanket and pillow changes were required.

Peddling your way back to the laundry room, you caught the eye of a woman who practically towered over you. She had beautiful hair that draped over her body like silk, and her body was as ethereal as the nude statues of goddesses you saw in the courtyard. You were stunned by her presence and even more surprised by the tears that began to leak from her mascaraed bottom lashes. As quickly as she came, she brushed past you and ran away from the scene as if you had burned her.

You didn’t have time to look behind yourself, before you were met with the Heavenly Demon himself. His glasses were askew on his face, and they complimented his naked form as he stood in the doorframe, as if he was waiting for you. His expression couldn’t be read though, he showed no emotion through the thick red lens of his.

“You. In here now.” he demanded. An odd feeling swirled around your stomach at his words, but against your better judgement you stepped into the den of a lion.

His room was a mess, and now you weren’t sure if you should’ve brought your cart. Perhaps he needed you to clean his previous entanglement. That would make the most sense. You needed clean sheets though, you only had the dirty ones from Baby 5’s room and hers wouldn't fit over a bed as large as Doflamingo’s. You felt incredibly awkward, you wished he would say something.

Unfortunately your prayers wouldn’t be answered. Instead he opted for running his hands underneath your skirts, playing with the rubber band of your panties that tightened around the beginning of your thighs. You shivered as you felt his thick fingers dip into the waistband and smooth over your torso, playing with the idea of slipping them off.

Before he took them off however, he pulled the fabric up, watching your puffy slit bulge in the tightened cloth. You whined, not used to the feeling, and being humiliated so intimately. It was different when he touched you. What was worse, is you could feel yourself growing wet from the sensation of his hands. You wanted him to handle you more, to pick you up, to throw you on his bed.

Maybe your king was a mind reader, because just as you began wishing, he began acting to your command. Your back hit his oversized bed as he stripped you of your panties, exposing your wet core.

You squirmed around, trying to get comfortable amongst the blankets and stuffy fabric of your uniform, but he was quicker and captured your wrists before you could get far.

Your dress was hiked up to your mid torso, giving him access to your naval, which was quickly slapped from the impact of his hard cock. Your mouth started to water from just looking at his length, and from there you knew you were done for. You could feel the pressure on your stomach and you wondered how it would feel deep inside your guts. You felt dirty just fantasizing about the image even though the situation was becoming more likely by the minute.

“Do you think I’m not a tender lover? I would never take your body, even a cunt as weeping as yours without preparing her first.” Although his words were meant to be comforting you knew he was mocking you. There was nothing well meaning in his comment, only honeyed phrases meant to soothe your small brain through this process.

You felt his finger push into your entrance as you twisted, now in a one hand grasp. Just the single digit felt like it was filling you so well, pushing against your walls and feeling the resistance from the tight inner rings of muscles. The pads of his fingers were calloused and rough, using texture to his advantage as he massaged the roof of your cunt, trying to find that sweet spot inside you.

You wanted to kick his head, sit on his face, run away from his god forsaken room, anything that would wipe his stupid smile off his face. You were sick of staring at his deranged smirk and lack of eyes, hidden behind sunglasses he wears to bed for some reason. You knew better than to knock them off his face, you wouldn’t dare physically harm your king, no, but a small part of you wanted to.

A second finger started tapping the side of your pussy. Teasing your tight hole as if you weren’t already struggling to take his single finger. The stuffed feeling of him pressing himself into you made your legs tremble; you felt overwhelmingly cramped and his thumb roaming over your clit only made you unsteadier.

The pressure on your sensitive nub allowed him to bully himself deeper inside of you, waves of heat crashing into your core. You could feel your impending orgasm already, but you were far too embarrassed to allow your muscles to relax in front of someone in his position. You didn't think you could handle cumming around royalty’s fingers this morning.

Shallow flicks of his wrist pumped in and out of your cunt, stretching the aching flesh for something much bigger. You didn't protest however, only able to look up at Doflamingo with teary eyes and a wobbly lip. You could feel some of your wetness drip down to your lower hole and you wanted to cringe from the foreign texture, but he surprised you and dipped his head down to your core. A warm wet tongue swirled around your puckered hole and you wriggled in his hold again, shocked at his lewd gesture.

You had half a mind to escape while you could, clearly you were in over your head. You were a simple chamber maid, there was no reason for you to be wrestling with the King of Dressrosa in his own sheets.

But you stayed. You let him settle yourself back down underneath him while he removed his fingers from your pussy just so he could stuff them down your throat. He was pumping his hardened cock in his other hand, using his elbows to prop himself over you, the tip appearing a much more scarlet hue compared to the previous pink color you observed from last time.

His fingers were heavy sitting on your tongue and the tangy flavour of yourself didn't make you think of much, but the blunt head of his cock prodding your entrance did. Your cunt could barely stretch wide enough to accommodate his gentle nudging to gather some of your slick. His hand finally left your face, digging into the mattress beside your head for support.

When he sheathed himself inside of you, he placed his other hand on the small of your back, bringing you closer to him. You’ve never had something so large breach your cunt before, and you’re sure that there’s a strained bulge poking out from your belly; but you didn't seem to care when your king was filling you up so well.

You could feel the thick outline of his veins and the throbbing of his cock as he sits inside of you, uncharacteristically giving you a small period of time to adjust. Your hands gripped onto his arms for something to hold, it felt a bit intimate, but he didn't say anything so you don’t remove them. Eventually he began to thrust his hips, and you learned why, even Doflamingo, out of all people took the time to prep you.

You could feel his fat tip bruising your womb every time he brought his hips forward. His cock couldn’t even kiss your cervix because it was too busy pushing past the tissue to abuse your inner organs. Moreover despite the violence your insides faced, you felt an overwhelming sense of euphoria from Doflamingo's length using you.

Your G-spot was sorely used, getting exploited by the bulging veins closer to the base of his shaft and making you squirm. You even began kicking your legs, the all too familiar sensation of needing to pee overtaking your mind and causing you to panic. You were far too humiliated to orgasm with your current ‘lover’, but like the mind reader he was, he seemed to sense what was going on.

Removing the hand from your back he placed his palm on the imprint of his cock in your tummy. It felt so ticklish you wanted to laugh, but not in a funny way, no this felt like torture. And you knew your Doflamingo so well, because he saw the look of fear in your eyes and pressed down even harder, smile widening at every bead of sweat that dripped off your body.

You couldn’t stop the pornographic moan that erupted from your throat. It was almost more embarrassing than the gush of liquid you squirted all over his cock. It only took a few more thrusts before he came shortly after, getting off on your dramatic orgasm. You didn’t even know you could do something as lewd as that, and you certainly did not want to discover something so private in front of your boss.

A mix of pearly semen and clear fluid soaked the bedsheets below the two of you. You watched them swirl together in a disgusting blend of sex. Your head was still spinning, you really wished you were outside with one of those fruity drinks.

Doflamingo was already getting up, muscles rippling from his movements in perfect display. He was only showing his back to you and yet you could admire his form just staring at his shoulders. He would have been the most beautiful gladiator if he was never born in the aristocracy.

“I expect you to clean this mess up immediately,” he said with little emotion in his tone. You were somewhat taken aback. Really? After all that and you’re back to being servant and master? Not more than a few minutes and he’s ordering you around and kicking you out of his bed. You wanted to scream at him or slip poison in his next meal. Instead you spoke up for the first time.

“Why?” you started, “Why do this to me?”

Without turning around he gave you your answer “Because you let me.”