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🔥 King takes the envelope, only vaguely intrigued, at least until he finds a single word elegantly written on the back, the way the receiver’s name and address normally would be - an unnecessary precaution in this specific case since the message was hand-delivered. That single written word is enough to make King’s heart skip a beat, and to render him grateful he’s still wearing his mask since he doesn’t want Kaidou, the person he’s perhaps closest to in the world, to witness the distress on his face.

🔥 The word is the name of the ancient capital of the Lunarian kingdom, an once mighty and prosperous city, of which today not even ruins remain and whose name has even disappeared from the history books. The city, and the civilization it was the beating heart of, was destroyed centuries ago after a natural disaster and the consequent famine, and the few remaining Lunarians were thrown asunder, their already small number dwindling progressively over the generations. 

🔥 The name of the city is one King himself thought he had forgotten, one of the many notions his parents had insisted on imparting to him about the history and culture of their race, simply because they considered it important that he knew who and what he was, where he came from, and what his ancestors had meant to the world centuries ago. King had been far from the most attentive student, not imagining he would soon not have anyone left to ask if there was a notion he had forgotten or a question he wanted to ask; had he known he would be left on his own when barely out of childhood, he has more than once reflected wistfully, he would have at least taken notes.

🔥 And now this, this message he’s been sent with a word he was bound to recognise on the outside, as if to make sure his interest would be piqued and he wouldn’t discard the envelope without opening it. It’s a sign, a sign that might mean something or maybe not -after all historians and people interested in the past do exist, and even though Ohara has been destroyed there is still the possibility that a human has learnt that name from an old book or a scholar interested in lost civilizations- and King doesn’t hesitate before deciding he wants to know more. He needs to; he must, even.

🔥 He breaks the seal to open the single sheet of paper folded inside the envelope, the message written in the same elegant handwriting as the word on the outside ridiculously and almost offensively short given the revelation the sender might be hiding. To the individual known as King. If I managed to garner your attention, I would appreciate it if you came to meet me at the time and place I have noted at the bottom of this page. Please come alone and you will be welcomed in friendship. Signed: a friend.

🔥 The place he’s been called to is a small, uninhabited island half a day’s sail from Onigashima - a perfect compromise between privacy and ease of reaching. The time… the time is three  days from the moment the messenger reached Onigashima while he was still away on his mission, which means that if King wants to make it in time, he’ll have to depart almost immediately. 

🔥 “You can release the messenger.” he says as he returns the message to the envelope and pockets it; Kaidou frowns, intrigued. “Why? Who is that message from?” “No one you need to concern yourself with; please let that person go. I need to depart for a while, but I will be back shortly.” King says, and fortunately his commander doesn’t insist on knowing more. 

🔥 King’s crew has barely had the time to disembark after their latest, drawn-out mission, and he knows the order to take the sea again as soon as possible is not met with shouts of joy; still, as expected no one complains, and soon after his ship is speeding through the waves, a fortunately favourable wind pushing it in the right direction. King stands at the bow, once again grateful for the leather mask covering his face, because the last thing he wants is for his men to recognise the emotion boiling inside him, intense enough to have become a physical sensation, and that he’s not sure he would be able to keep his face from betraying. 

🔥 It’s hope.

🔥 In the end the ship reaches its destination with only a few minutes to spare before the time scheduled for the meeting. The island is little more than a tiny rock in the middle of the sea, a meagre population of birds and small rodents being the sole inhabitants; the perfect place for a meeting, King thinks with satisfaction, even though he would have gladly done without the pouring rain. He orders his crew to remain a short distance from the coast, and flies to the island; he touches the ground among the scattered vegetation of a small glade, and in the distance he sees a tent, clearly erected for the occasion… and a person standing guard beside the entrance.

🔥 He approaches slowly, soon finding himself face to face with you, a person roughly the same size as him, your body shape and features hidden by a hooded cloak. “Are you the one they call King?” “I am, and I do not appreciate being summoned without an explanation. Who are you?” he asks back, and you stare at him silently for a moment before inviting him to enter the tent so that you can talk in peace while it rains. “I appreciate you came by yourself; I promise I mean you no harm.” you say as you open the flap, and King snorts, highly doubting you might be able to harm him even if you tried.

🔥 The tent is spacious enough to accommodate the two of you, furnished for a brief stay. The two of you stare at each other, and the tension inside King has reached the tipping point; he balls his fists, ordering himself to remain calm. “Who are you?” he asks, his voice instinctively lowered to a murmur, and after a moment of hesitation you remove your hood and let your cloak fall to the ground, exposing both your face and body. King thought he was ready for it, he had considered the chance it might be true, but once the fact is revealed in front of him, in plain sight and impossible to mistake, he can’t help himself: a cry erupts from his lips. “You…” he starts, and you tense, as if waiting for the conclusion of that sentence “You are a Lunarian!”

🔥 You are indeed, as anyone who has at least a passing knowledge of your race -or has seen King without his mask- would easily perceive: your silver-white hair and brown complexion, your large feathered wings, the flame burning on your back and that rises like a halo behind your face… you really, unquestionably are a member of the same people as him, which is something King has never dared believe it was possible, and suddenly it’s like his brain is too small for all the thoughts filling it. 

🔥 “I am; and you are as well, it’s plain to see since you haven’t bothered to cover your wings.” you point out, the hint of a smile dancing on your lips; then your expression turns tense. “Tell  me… do I look familiar?” you ask, and King frowns, uncharacteristically taken aback. “Excuse me?” “My name is (name). Do you… know me? Do you feel like you have met me before, even if you can’t remember when and where?” 

🔥 It is quite a strange question to ask, since including you the number of Lunarians he has met in his life is three, and it would therefore be next to impossible to be wrong; still, he decides to humour you, and observes your face for a while before stating that no, he is sure he has never met you before. You sigh, looking clearly disappointed and yet not ready to give up. “Would you allow me to look you in the face? I can imagine why you took precautions to keep your identity secret, but we are alone here, and I would never sell one of my people off.” you ask, a request King had expected but that still gives him pause.

🔥 Keeping his Lunarian nature secret has a force of habit, since that was why the World Government had imprisoned him and he’d rather not repeat the experience. Still today, as Kaidou’s right hand man, at his full power and with the thousands of men under his command, King is well aware of the danger he would be in if word got around. It should be natural to lower his defenses in the presence of one of his own kin and since you have already shared your secret with him, but you’d be the first person to see his face since he met Kaidou, and King is not sure he feels comfortable sharing that part of him with a person he has just met, fellow Lunarian or not.

🔥 You wait, patient despite the clear anxiety on your face, as he decides, and in the end he does take off his mask, exposing his face as silver-white hair falls freely on his back and broad shoulders. He sees you observe him intensely, as if searching something in his face only you could recognise, and then a hand rises to brush against the black tattoo around his left eye. Your own is on the right side, since you are a woman, similar but not completely identical; King does not remember being tattooed, since his parents did it to him soon after birth, but he knows each half of the tattoo is inspired by that of one of the child’s parents, meant to remind a Lunarian of their heritage and to help kin recognise each other in case of separation.

🔥 One of those reasons, it turns out, is exactly why you asked to see King’s face. He finds himself holding his breath as your fingers brush against his cheek, a delicate and completely platonic contact that is nonetheless the first he has experienced with a fellow Lunarian in the last… he can’t even remember how many years, and that is enough to upset him in a way he can’t explain. You observe his features, and then his tattoo, with the careful intensity of an artist studying the potential subject for their next piece, and then: “King is not a Lunarian name. May I know what you were called at birth?” “It is Arber.” King says, once more struck by how that outwardly simple and innocuous information feels weird, even dangerous, to share; it’s been so long since he’s introduced himself as Alber, and since someone else has used that name, that he has even grown to think of himself as King.

🔥 “As I thought.” you say, and King sees you deflate, a look of heartbroken disappointment washing over you “It’s not you then; I should have known it was stupid to try…” “I am not who? Will you tell me what this is all about?” King demands, suddenly fed up; he has answered your call and accepted your request to be examined, and now he’s quite sure he deserves an answer to his question. You sigh, readily admitting you owe him an explanation. “Well, it might seem strange, but I thought you were my brother.”

🔥 Over the next few minutes, King learns that just like him, you lost your family as a child. Your parents had taken every possible precaution to hide their Lunarian heritage and stressed the need to do the same to you and your twin brother, but word of your existence reached a band of bounty hunters, who assaulted your home with the intent of kidnapping and selling you as slaves. Your father was killed in front of your eyes as he attempted to buy time for your mother, your brother and you to escape; the others were taken and, sadly, separated. You were able to escape a few months later, but even under threat of death your former captors were unable to tell you whether your relatives had been sold, where and to whom. You have been looking for them ever since, travelling around the world every time you receive word one of your own has been sighted.

🔥 “This is how I found you. One of my emissaries has a brother who recently joined the Beast Pirates, and through them I learnt of a man of towering height, with feathered wings and who keeps his appearance completely hidden under clothes and a mask; I correctly guessed those were the precautions taken by a Lunarian to hide his nature… but sadly you are not the man I was looking for. My brother and I were very young when we were separated and I can’t really remember his face, but I’m sure you are not him, and your tattoo is completely different from mine.” you explain sadly “I am very sorry for wasting your time, Arber.”

🔥 King shrugs in response. While he didn’t particularly like being summoned like a master would do with a servant, especially at a moment when your invite did force him to postpone the rest he had promised himself after a long mission, he has to admit you have no fault for that bad timing, and given the vitally important reason for your desire to meet him, he can’t really fault you. King doesn’t tell you he’s sorry for your loss, and not merely because he has suffered the very same bereavement, but he does find himself sympathising with your situation; he remembers mourning his parents, and still thinks about them from time to time, but he has made peace with his loss. Spending decades in search of relatives you can’t even be sure are still alive… that is really a harsh fate. 

🔥 Having nothing else to discuss you and King should now part, but he finds himself fascinated by you, and desiring to know more; you are after all the first fellow Lunarian he meets since he was a child, something he wouldn’t even have thought possible until yesterday, and he’s curious to know about the life and thoughts of one like him. Fortunately, you seem equally intrigued about him, and for the very same reasons, and politely propose you remain a little longer to chat, if he’s not otherwise occupied. King has food brought to the island from his ship, making sure no one approaches the tent and putting his mask back on before he goes retrieve it; you, on your part, have brought a bottle of fine vintage, in the hope you and your brother could celebrate your reunion.

🔥 You spend several hours together, first sharing food and drink in the tent and then taking a walk in the woods that cover the majority of the little island, the grass still wet with rain. You discuss your lives; King tells you about Kaidou, who freed him from the imprisonment the World Government had subjected him to and under whom he has served ever since, and you tell him that after losing your family and escaping your captors you wandered around for a while, still forced to hide your identity, until you met a woman who was a witch. You remained with her for a while, and she taught you enough of her arts for you to learn a complex spell that allows you to hide your appearance, so that anyone who is not a Lunarian who meets you will see a normal human individual, albeit of exceptional size. Uninterested in devoting your life to the study and practice of magic, you moved to a wealthy island governed by a warlord; you challenged him, killed him, and told his servants and warriors that they would work for you from then on. Not a bad life all things considered, even though you do wish you had your mother and brother, and your father, to share it with. 

🔥 “Are there others like us?” King asks after a while, and he finds himself holding his breath as he waits for your answer, which sadly is as dismal as he had feared. “The first of us I met was when I was still a girl; he was an elder, suffering from a fatal disease, and he died less than a month later. He told me about two others he knew still lived, even though he hadn’t seen them for decades, but I was unable to find either of them, and for all I know they could be dead as well. Any other report I received and went to investigate turned out to be a dead end, nothing more than a human who had dyed hair and a naturally dark complexion or a liar who had hoped to be paid in exchange for made-up information. I still cling to the hope my brother and mother are alive… but strictly speaking, I’m afraid you and I are the only two left.” you admit sadly, and for a few minutes neither feels able to speak.

🔥 In the end you part as… well, not friends exactly, since you’ve both been so long without that sort of personal relationship you have almost forgotten the meaning of the word, but as good acquaintances at least; you also offer to inform King if you ever learnt of any other fellow Lunarian living. “I’m… very glad I met you, Arber; you are not the person I had hoped to find, but I must confess I had missed being able to show someone my true face.” you tell him, and your pleasant attitude is something King is at first unable to react to. He’s not a complete brute and he likes to think he’s able to behave politely, but this whole experience has been so unexpected and unusual -though by no means unpleasant- that he doesn’t quite know how to act.

🔥 In the end you part; King returns to his ship, while you have your own vessel waiting across the island. He returns to Onigashima to treat himself to the rest he more than deserves after his last mission, but as he takes his bath, and eats, and even as he lies on his bed, he feels pensive, his mind returning to you over and over again, wondering what impact meeting you, and knowing of your existence, will have on the rest of his life.

🔥 Time passes. King receives no word from you for several months, which doesn’t bother him at all. He’s not your father and you’re clearly a self-sufficient, intelligent woman; what reason would he have to worry about your well-being? Still, once in a while, as he enjoys a glass of fine wine in the privacy of his rooms, or stares at the sun rising over the horizon at the bow of his ship, he thinks of you, and a small smile curves his lips under his mask; loneliness is an emotion he had stopped experiencing decades ago and he doesn’t feel the need to keep in contact with regular visits or letters, but the thought of another like him existing, safe and sound and even thriving, somewhere else in the world, does bring him comfort. He sincerely hopes you will one day manage to find your mother and brother, and in that case he would want nothing better than to meet them. 

🔥 Six months after your first meeting a new messenger arrives at Onigashima with a letter King breaks the seal of with a sort of anticipation he has rarely experienced before. I hope this letter finds you well, you write in the elegant handwriting he has already learnt to recognise; what follows, rather than news about the search for your family, is something completely unexpected - an invitation, to a yearly festival taking place in a month on your island. I know how busy you probably are, and I’ll understand if you’d rather not make a long journey for a mere celebration, but I would be happy to have you as my guest. 

🔥 King immediately writes back accepting your invitation, hoping no last-minute mission or other emergency will prevent him from going, and sends the messenger on their way. Two days later, he stumbles upon a jewel merchant selling his wares around the city, and without hesitation he buys one of their most expensive pieces, a ruby-encrusted necklace, just because bringing a gift when one is a guest it's the polite thing to do, no other particular reason. Fortunately no impediment arises that prevents him from attending the festival, and King’s ship reaches your island at the end of a long but uneventful journey. 

🔥 In your last message you had offered King to impose on him the same spell you use on yourself to keep his Lunarian heritage secret, if he’d rather not reveal his identity as Kaidou’s right hand man while on your island, an offer he has decided to accept. When you met in secret at the harbour, you and King immediately clasp hands, the joy of meeting again evident on both of your faces. “I’m glad you’re here, Arber.” “It is good to meet you, (name).” he says; the sound of his real name, uttered by the voice of another Lunarian no less, fills his belly with a sort of warmth he has rarely experienced before, but that he quickly decides he likes “I have a gift for you.”

🔥 The necklace, he’s satisfied to see, looks amazing on you, and you seem deeply flattered to receive it, especially when King tells you he chose rubies because his mother once told him that is the gem that was thought to bring protection and good fortune to women according to Lunarian lore. “It’s really lovely; you really shouldn’t have, but… thank you.” you say, before slipping your arm under his, a gesture that brings your bodies in contact for the first time, your skin pressing against his “Come now; I have food and a room prepared for you, and then I want to show you my island.”

🔥 King’s stay on your island is uneventful but pleasant. The festival, in which he takes part as your honoured guest, is not different from the similar celebrations that take place at Onigashima or in the Flower Capital, but you spend much time together talking, sparring and simply getting to know each other better. The whole island is at your command, a self-sufficient small kingdom with you as its benevolent but occasionally merciless ruler; you have put maids at his service, and hosted him in a luxurious set of rooms with a large bed moved inside expressly for him. Those few days away from Ogashima are a pleasant vacation from his duties as Kaidou’s right-hand man, but King knows fully well that rest and relaxation are not the sole, nor the main, reason he enjoys his stay so much.

🔥 He wakes up early on the day he’s meant to depart. “Where is your mistress?” he asks the servants, and he’s led to an internal courtyard where a large pool is set in the paving stones. You are there, swimming with lazy, elegant strokes propelling your body forward; as King observes you from the closest door, you reach the pool side and emerge, dressed in a bathing suit that leaves much of your skin exposed, a trail of water drops falling from your wings, the light of the barely-risen sun making your brown complexion glisten like bronze as you lift your face to let the breeze dry it.

🔥 There is nothing objectively special about that scene, enticing even less, nothing more than a glimpse of your daily routine in a moment you believe yourself alone; even though, King can feel his heart leap, and a knot tighten in his stomach as an emotion, fierce and sudden and fierce because it’s sudden, fills him.

🔥 Want.

🔥 He couldn’t tear his eyes off you if his life depended on it, and so it is that your eyes meet a moment later, when you step out of the pool to go retrieve your towel, shaking your wings to dispel the water. Startled, you see King stare at you from only a few steps away, notice the gaze in his eyes, and for a moment you remain completely still, taken aback, vaguely ill at ease but unable to move or cover yourself. Almost a full minute passes with the two of you staring at each other, both unable and unwilling to lower your gaze first, until King finally looks away, and it’s like you were released from a spell; you hurry to dry yourself and walk away to go retrieve your clothes, your heart pounding. 

🔥 When you finally meet to say goodbye, you both tacitly decide to ignore the tension still lingering between you in order to part as friends and not to ruin the pleasant memory of your time together. King kisses your hand before putting his mask back on, and you wish him safe travel; soon after his ship is sailing on the route for Onigashima. You have only spent three days together, and yet that brief lapse of time, and specifically the handful of moments you have shared as you exited the pool, are… well, if not all King can think about over the next few weeks, at least a recurring memory, that fills his mind regularly and often, including instances in which the recollection of the bronze light on the skin of your thighs, and that of your nipples turgid against the fabric of your top, comes unbidden to disrupt his concentration while he’s busy doing something important.

🔥 He has no way of knowing whether it’s the same for you, and he doesn’t dare ask about it in a letter. But something that he knows is not merely self-flattery and wishful thinking tells him that yes, you do think about him often, about that moment and about what could have happened if he had stepped closer and enveloped your wet, barely-clothed body in his arms. He knows you think about it, and wish he had actually acted. 

🔥 King does think about having sex with you. How could he not? He does find you attractive -he’s not sure how much of it is due to your own beauty and charm and how much to the fact you’re a Lunarian female, and he doesn’t care; the substance remains the same- and a physical relationship with you would offer several advantages. Sex is tricky for a person who both has to keep their appearance completely hidden and is much bigger than most humans, as he himself can attest; being both Lunarians you are naturally compatible, not least from a reproductive point of view. The two of you are sadly not enough to ensure the future of your race, for obvious reasons, but at least you could have children together, and ensure a new generation of Lunarians sees the light. 

🔥 That would be nice.

🔥 Obviously reality is much more complicated than that apparently simple reasoning, mainly because it does not consider your thoughts on the matter. King doesn’t know whether you have a partner or wish for one, and whether motherhood is an option you are favourable to. Also, children are a responsibility he’s not sure he’s ready for, not to mention that raising them would require several adjustments. Don’t get carried away; you’ve met this woman twice, it’s way too early to think about how to furnish a nursery, he cautions himself. He finds you perfectly pleasant as a companion and the two of you might make each other happy as lovers, but you’re both young, and the fact you might be the last two Lunarians left in the world doesn’t mean you have to act in haste.

🔥 He writes the first letter a week after his visit to your island, taking great pains to ensure it can’t be intercepted as it’s delivered to you, starting what soon becomes an intense correspondence. You discuss your daily lives, your relentless albeit vain searches for your family and King’s occupation by Kaidou’s side - matters that in some cases you would be unable to share with anyone else in the world, but that feel so easy to write down knowing that the other will read them. Easy, and somehow comforting. 

🔥 Solitude is a state both of you have lived in for so long that you have stopped noticing and being bothered by it, but in each other you have found someone, and something, your lives had until now lacked, and while neither you nor King can say they felt the need for it, you are both happy with that new development. You meet again three months later, this time on the island that also saw your first encounter, and spend a few pleasant hours together; to that meeting another follows, and then another, the invitations coming from both sides, whenever you feel like it and can afford you leave your duties for a few days, neither feeling jealousy or anxiety whenever the time you are forced to spend apart lengthens.

🔥 “So, you found yourself a special friend? What’s their name?” a drunken Kaidou asks one day, a question King is careful to avoid answering, because while his trust in and loyalty to his commander are absolute, the last thing he wants is for Kaidou to meddle in his personal affairs. 

🔥 As your relationship develops over time, King does not forget the possibility of it turning romantic, nor how alluring you had looked in the early morning light as you exited the pool, a train of water droplets falling from your bronze skin and feathered wings. He reflects on it for a while, weighing the pros and cons the way he would do when having to deploy troops for battle, and in the end he approaches you during his next visit to your island. 

🔥 You have told him of the recent umpteenth failure on your search for your mother, but King’s company has lifted your spirit. You are sitting next to each other in a patio, enjoying a glass of fine wine as you observe the sun disappearing behind the hills in front of you; King has observed you out of the corner of his eye for a while, pleased to see you are wearing the necklace he has gifted you, the pendant nestled between your breasts, and thinking that you look more beautiful than ever. 

🔥 In the end, once the servant who has come to refill your glasses has left you alone, King circles your shoulders with his arm to pull you close; a moment passes in which your gazes wordlessly meet, then you offer him your face and King presses his mouth to yours. The kiss is more than satisfying, wine-sweet and warm like a freshly plucked fruit, your tongues meeting and moving together to enhance the pleasant sensation; it ends with a smile on both of your parts. “So, how much of this is about you finding me attractive, how much about the fact we are physically compatible and both Lunarians, and how much about the fact we can have children?” you ask in the end, sounding and looking more sincerely curious than upset about it.

🔥 “All three things together, I suppose.” King answers with a shrug “Does it matter?” “It does for me.” you admit, and then kiss him again “Give me a little time to think about it.” He nods, and you part in peace a few hours later, exchanging a good-bye kiss that is shorter and more innocent, but equally sweet.

🔥 King reflects on your question several times over the next few days, but before he has the time to find an answer to it something heartbreakingly unexpected happens. He has been sent to vanquish an enemy crew who dared lay claim to one of the most peripheral of Kaidou’s territories, perhaps counting on the fact the Yonko wouldn’t have bothered to protest for their presence on a small, relatively poor archipelago. King arrives at the head of a troop of five-hundred men, and has every single pirate killed, their head mounted on spikes as reminders of the doom promised to whoever dares defying Kaidou. 

🔥 The whole operation takes no more than a few hours; King is about to order his men to prepare to head for Onigashima when he notices a relatively large building on top of the hill overlooking the island’s only small town, which was not there during his previous visit. That is a temple, he’s explained, built to preserve the body of a Goddess who arrived and died on the island five years ago. King has no particular interest in religion, like most Lunarians, but he’s intrigued enough to go see for himself; he steps into the temple, and it’s like he’s been punched in the gut.

🔥 Arranged on a meager altar is the mummified body of a female individual, the state of decay it verses in not sufficient to hide her brown complexion, her long silver-white hair, and the large feathered wings neatly folded under her body. King knows who the woman is before observing her face to note the approximate age she died at, her familiar features, the tattoo by her right eye which is similar but not identical to another he has seen many times already. He has always been aware of his own mortality, beyond his great power and the naturally long life he’s been gifted, but as he kneels by her, observing the miserable state his kin has been left to verse, adored as a deity by that rag-dressed rabble as her partially decomposed body is left for the worms to feast on, he thinks that he would have gladly done without that sort of reminder of the doom that awaits him. 

🔥 None of the islanders dares to protest when King has a blanket brought to him, uses it to wrap the Goddess’ body and carries her away; he defies the orders he’s been given to return to Onigashima as soon as his mission is complete, and instructs his crew to set course for your island.

🔥 You are thrilled when your men inform you of King’s unexpected visit, but your good mood immediately evaporates when you see his face. “What happened? Are you alright?” you ask him; King takes your hands in his and hesitates, maybe for the first time since you’ve met him, before answering. He tells you he’s absolutely certain the Lunarian woman whose remains he has found is your mother, given her tattoo and the facial resemblance between you, and You really don’t want to see her, (name), believe me, but you do, and King holds you in his arms as your crying, and your screams, fill the air. 

🔥 Numb with pain and disappointment, you sit quietly for a while, only speaking when King apologises softly for his inability to find out how your mother arrived on the island, and what caused her death. “It’s not your fault; I am glad it was you who found her, at least she got to be saved by one of her kin.” you tell him; you take his hand, and meet his eyes “I know you are a busy man, but… can you stay for a while? I really don’t want to be alone right now.”

🔥 King promises to remain as long as you want him to, and that night you take his hand to lead him to your bed. There is no need for words between you, no time wasted talking about the reasons why you’re doing it and what might lead you to in the future. You help King take off his leather suit, and he lies you on the soft mattress under him; determined to both offer you relief from the pain you’re experiencing and share the pleasure of your lovemaking long and intensely enough to drive you both crazy, he kisses his way down your body until he’s grinning against the wetness pooling between your legs. 

🔥 “Oh, Arber.” you sigh, and he has started getting used to you using his real name, at least when you’re alone, but that you’re doing it right now, desire and lust filling your voice, your tone awed and almost reverent when you look at him with a silent question in your eyes… that you utter his real name now feels different, and special, and like no one else in the world exists except the two of you “Oh, Arber, yes…”

🔥 You open your legs for him, looking on avidly as King finishes disrobing himself; your first coupling is sweet and intimate, kisses drying tears and hands that find and soothe scars. He moves above you, each push deliberate and certain, your body welcoming him in with the quiet assurance of a promise kept. He holds you in his arms and he holds you later, when it’s your turn to move, the undulating movement of your hips and breasts above him almost hypnotic as King drinks in the sight of your naked body, and you fuck yourself on his shaft as if this was the last night of your life.

🔥 It stops the pain, for a little while; and this, as well as many other things, makes that first shared night special.

🔥 In the end you allow King to come inside you twice, even though you have warned him you are in the least fertile period of your cycle. “I’m thinking… maybe my mother and brother had been able to find each other, and they were together until soon before she died.” you reason after a while as the two of you lie together, your fingers running through his silver locks, his fingers playing with your nipples “He could have visited an island of the same archipelago.” King, not at all bothered that you’re discussing such dramatic, unromantic matters right after your lovemaking, agrees that your hypothesis might be right. “After five years the trail might have gone cold, but if you wish I can have Kaidou allow your emissaries to enter his territories to search for him.” he says, an offer which pleases you immensely and starts a new round of passionate sex.

🔥 The day after King’s arrival, you bury your mother in the mansion’s garden, in the shade of a century-old tree where you sometimes sit to read when the weather is fair. “I  wasn’t with her at the end of her life, but this way I’ll keep her close for the rest of mine.” you say. Neither of you knows the rites Lunarian society used to bid farewell to its dead, but King vaguely remembers a yearly ritual his parents observed at the turn of the seasons, and he helps you execute it as a form of funeral eulogy for your mother - a pointless and probably laughable effort, but which makes a grateful smile blossom on your lips. 

🔥 “Will you get in trouble for coming here rather than returning to Onigashima?” you ask as the two of you leave the garden behind, and King reflects on the matter for a moment. Kaidou undoubtedly won’t be happy, but he’s not a child and he has never disappointed his commander before; King is pretty sure he can handle it. 

🔥 “Do you know the legend of Joyboy?” he asks you on impulse, and you smile fondly in return at the mention of the semi-mythological figure your mother used to tell you and your brother about, one of many such stories inherited from her own ancestors. Joyboy is supposed to be a righter of wrongs, destined to change the world and cure the ills of humanity; an enjoyable tale but nothing more, you have always believed, unlike King, who not only believes in it but is even convinced he has met the reincarnation of that legendary character. 

🔥 “You believe Kaidou is Joyboy?” you ask, hoping to sound less skeptical than you actually feel; from what King has told you about him the Yonko might have the strength and power to reshape the world, but he’s much less a benevolent figure than the legends suggest “Is that why you serve him?” King shrugs in response; he follows Kaidou out of gratitude for the help he received in his youth and faith in his commander’s strength and ability to become the King of the Pirates, but he would lie if he said the legend doesn’t play a role in his beliefs. 

🔥 “Maybe.” he adds softly as he circles your waist with his arm to pull you close “One day we will recount the legend of Joyboy to our children.”, and you roll your eyes, telling him it’s ridiculously early to discuss the education of your offspring since you’ve only had sex thrice, but the pleased smile on your lips betrays your real feelings.

🔥 Your and King’s new intimacy adds a new depth to your already close relationship. You have sex as often as you can, long and passionate and including positions and activities that go beyond your shared plan of having children. He never wonders whether he would have found you attractive, or developed an attachment to you, if you were human - if you were anything but Lunarian, that is. The matter is irrelevant, since you clearly can’t help being the person you are even if you wanted; all he knows is that you found each other, against all odds and all hopes, and came to care for each other, in agreement on what you wanted from that relationship.

🔥 And for that, he thinks every time he presses a kiss to your forehead before lying down to fall asleep with the warm, reassuring weight of your body in his arms, he’s more grateful than he could express in words.

🔥 At first, King asks anxiously about a potential delay of your menstrual cycle every time you meet and in each of his letters, until you beg him to stop, promising you’ll tell him as soon as you have reason to believe you have reached your goal. Over the next two years you experience two instances of false positive, both of which hit King hard; he forces himself to keep his pain to himself as he holds you, crying softly and apologising for that fault that is not yours. 

🔥 One night in which sleep eludes him, he lights a candle and takes a pad of paper to draw a pair of Lunarian tattoos, identical and one for each side of a face, the upper half inspired by the design of his own, the lower half by the one you carry, as tradition demands. “I hope you don’t mind, since usually it’s the mother’s responsibility to design a Lunarian child’s tattoo; for your half, I made sure it also resembled that of your mother.” he tells you while showing you the result of his work, which touches you deeply. 

🔥 “I know I told you we shouldn’t be hasty about having children, but… we should at least decide where to raise them.” you point out then; it’s a pleasantly warm day, and you and King are lying in the patio, letting the sun dry your brown skin after a long bath in the pool, clothes discarded around you. It is a matter King has already reflected on several times, unable to find a solution: Onigashima is not a place for a child, but he wants to be by your side during your pregnancy, as well as when the child will be born. Your island would be a much safer home for both of you, and he could have guards patrol the area to ensure your safety, but he can’t simply quit Kaidou’s service the way a salaried worker could do with their job, and the distance between the two places is too great for travelling back and forth to be feasible.

🔥 You and King discuss the issue on several occasions, both unable to find a solution, until the day of the Fire Festival comes, a young straw-hatted pirate sets foot on Wano, and everything King thought he knew and considered true is destroyed. A swordsman, a mere human less than half his age, vanquishes him, and the intervention of a Marine Admiral forces him to flee in order not to be arrested; King hides away for a while, nursing the wounds on his body and those, much harder to heal, to his pride. While realistically he knows that learning of his recent defeat will not diminish your consideration for him, nor certainly your affection, for a little while King is too ashamed to return to you, just in case you have decided his recent fall from grace has made him unworthy of being the father of your children; he himself has never felt so unsure of it.

🔥 In the end you are reunited, and the relief expressed on your face when he sees you rush to meet him is so intense King can’t help feeling guilty about the time he spent away. “I was so worried! I learnt about what happened on Onigashima, some said you had been captured by the Marines, I sent men looking for you but they couldn’t… oh, Arber, don’t you ever disappear like that again, you hear me?!” you murmur as you share an embrace, and King nods silently, welcoming the feeling of your body in his arms like a man on the verge of starvation would with a five-course banquet. “Forgive me; I…” he struggles to explain “I was afraid you didn’t need me anymore.” 

🔥 “Don’t be daft; I need you now more than I ever have.” “What do you…?” “I mean that I’m pregnant, Arber; I would have told you sooner if you hadn’t decided to play hermit for weeks. Shall we decide the colour of the nursery walls together?”

🔥 The matter of where to raise your children is thus resolved, and King moves in with you permanently, sharing your home, your room, and your bed. The next months are the happiest of his life, as he marvels at the way your body changes to accommodate the growing life in your belly. While aware that the child -his child, yours and his together, something he has wanted and worked towards for so long, and yet part of him still can’t believe it’s true and it’s actually happening- still can’t hear him, he lies by your side with his hand on your more and more swollen belly as he sings a Lunarian lullaby he remembers from his childhood, or with his wings wrapped around your bodies so that all three of you are held in a single embrace.

🔥 King knows there are no specific contraindications to pregnant sex, which is good, since he’s never found you more enticing than ever since he’s discovered you are expecting. You lie together almost every night, the whole mansion filled with the sound of your reciprocal passion, your mouths searching for each other in a neverending chain of kisses. King loves the way your breasts have grown fuller and more sensible, your nipples growing hard under his tongue, wetness pooling between your thighs when he sucks on them; he has to take advantage of the pleasure of your chest while he can, he points out, since he’ll have to stop after your baby is born in order not to waste a drop of precious nourishment. “I hope our -ah!- child is as voracious as you are then.” you say, and then shift on top of him to bring King’s avid mouth in contact with another part of your body, also sorely needing attention. “Here.” you murmur “Kiss me here, Arber.”, and he complies, worshipping you like with a fervor no Goddess has ever experienced.

🔥 Then there are days in which you are too sore for a rapport, but you still want to reward King for his alacrity in taking care of you -not that you need it, but it's sweet of him to insist he needs to carry you in his arms whenever your next destination is more than five minutes away- and then you have to get creative. One day, back from an audience with a few of your councillors, you step into the mansion’s training ground where King is fighting four enemies at the same time. You look at the deliberate elegance of his movements, the perfectly controlled power in each of his gestures as he bests his opponents, and not for the first time you think that yes, he’s the sole man worthy of being your mate and of fathering your children, the sole person who could earn your respect, your trust, and your love. You have found him, after being alone for so long, and nothing and no one in the world will ever take him away from you.

🔥 You approach and “Stop, now; you will resume training later.” you order, and while his opponents bow low and then leave King frowns, unhappy his session has been cut short; naked from the waist up, perspiration glistening on the brown skin of his shoulders and chest, he’s almost otherworldly handsome, a vision of beauty and power you have quickly grown addicted to. “What is wrong?” he asks, but any trace of displeasure disappears from his face when you cup his face in your hands to kiss him firmly, long enough to feel King’s powerful body tremble under you; by the time the kiss is broken you have already started fumbling with his belt, and when you kneel in front of him, mindful of the added weight of your belly, you bring King’s trousers and underwear down with you, allowing his already hard erection to spring free. 

🔥 Smiling in pleasure and approval, King points out that someone could see since you’re still in the open, and you answer that you certainly hope so before starting to pump him. “Tell me if you’re going to come, your seed is too precious for a single drop to be wasted.” you add, to which your lover smirks in response; now naked from the shins up, one of his hands rests on his hip while the other cups the back of your head to guide your open mouth towards his shaft. “Is that how you see me? As a breeding stallion to fill your womb and ooooohhh fuck (name)...”

🔥 His ability to father children, your children specifically, is an important but only partial reason for your appreciation of King, and you prove it to him today, when you make him come in your mouth to avidly swallow every last drop of his seed and then lift your skirt to grant him access to your buttocks. Thanks to your previous ministrations you are both more than lubricated enough, but King spits on his hand to then slowly insert two fingers inside you and make sure you’re ready to take his length; grabbing a marble column for support, you arch your back and moan breathlessly as you feel King penetrate you from behind, more than ever aroused by the obscene act you are happily submitting to. Strong hands grab your hips, and slap-slap-slap makes his body slamming against yours; “Look at you, what would your subjects think if they saw their lady fucked in the ass like a common whore?” he asks, and even if you had a quippy jape to answer with, you’d be too breathless to utter it.

🔥 Given that over the next two weeks the maids seem unable to stop giggling every time they see King walk by, and every single soldier under your command stares at their feet when you talk to them in order not to meet your eyes, you have met your goal of making the whole mansion aware of your newly discovered proclivity for anal sex. “Maybe we should do it again, give them something to gossip about.” King murmurs once in your ear as you take a walk in the garden, your arm under his, and you smile in return, your fingertips brushing against the tattoo on his handsome face. “One day, if you behave.” you concede, making him growl under his breath, his hold on your arm growing possessive.

🔥 The joy anticipating the birth of your child is a purer and more intense feeling than any you have ever experienced; you have started sewing clothes for the baby, while King spends a few days in the town’s carpentry shop before returning with a beautiful wooden crib, with a curved leg that allows the structure to be rocked gently to make the child fall asleep, and a baby mobile to make them play. “My father built one for me when I was small. I’m pretty sure it was a personal decision rather than a Lunarian tradition, but I thought it would be nice to have my child sleep in a bed I have built; it would be like holding them every night.” he tells you; touched, you answer that it’s a beautiful gift, and that your child is fortunate to have such a protective, attentive father.

🔥 In the course of your pregnancy you have started spending more time under the tree where you have laid your mother to rest. "I'll bring my child to visit you often, so that you can see them grow." you murmur as you brush your fingers against the headstone you have carved personally "You didn't get to teach me what it meant to be a mother, but I promise Arber and I will raise them with the same love and protection you and father had for me."

🔥 Thrilled about and busy preparing for your child’s imminent birth, you haven’t forgotten your other blood kin - your brother, whom you have spent much of your life searching for, finding nothing more than dead ends and false sightings, a never-ending disappointment you have ordered yourself not to get discouraged by. For all you know your brother could have been dead for decades, and sometimes you fear you’ll spend the rest of your life searching in vain, or that one day you’ll discover he has met the same sort of painful, lonely death that your mother experienced; in that case, you have sadly reflected, it would be better not to know, but one does not get to decide what they’ll find out when they start searching.

🔥 “If our firstborn is a boy we could name them after your brother; it would be a way to have him back.” King suggests one day you have shared your longing with him; you reflect on the matter for a moment, before a small smile curves your lips. “You know, defining this child as our firstborn sort of implies younger siblings are due to follow.” you point out, and your lover grins in response. “Truth to be told, I can’t wait for this child to be born so that I can get you pregnant again.” “That’s nice; but I’ll need some rest between pregnancies, unless you want to carry our secondborn.” “Ah ah, very funny…”

🔥 In the end, news regarding the existence of other Lunarians do reach you, even though in a way and from a source you would have never expected. One of your many emissaries, dispatched around the Grand Line and the Four Blues to investigate, comes to report, bearing news hearing which both you and King feel the need to sit down. “I have recently spoken to a scientist from Egghead, my lady, and they… well, they mentioned something called Seraphims.”

🔥 The experiments the World Government conducted on him during his imprisonment are not a part of his past King enjoys thinking about, as well as the sole part of his life he has not shared with you. Being a lab rat rather than a willing participant, he has been told very little about what all those invasive exams meant or hoped to discover; King was convinced the scientists were simply curious about his Lunarian biology, since he might very well have been the sole specimen left to analyse, but it turns out those bastards went a step beyond… and used his Lineage Factor to create clones of other people, creatures who are in part Lunarian, in part human, and something completely different all around. Creatures -children- that are his blood, in essence at least, and whose existence he had never even suspected.

🔥 You stand aside without intervening as the mansion quakes under King’s rage, his screams of fury filling the air as everything that has the misfortune of finding itself on his path -furniture, works of art, your favourite tea set- is mercilessly destroyed. In the end your lover falls to his knees, trembling, and you decide to intervene only when you see he’s about to start tearing his hair out. “Stop! Arber, please, don’t hurt yourself…” “They used me! They used my… my essence for their own goals! This is abuse, this is… violation! I can’t tolerate this!” your lover cries, looking more shaken than you’ve ever seen him, and for a little while all he needs is to be held, which you freely offer, King’s cheek resting on your belly as you run your fingers through his hair, his powerful body shaking in the protective embrace of your wings.

🔥 Having regained his poise, King tells you he intends to go see these partially Lunarian children, to ensure they are treated better than he was under the thumb of the World Government, and to free them if they aren’t. “You could bring them here; we have space and they would be protected.” you suggest, to which your lover looks at you, almost trepidant. “You wouldn’t mind? I mean, they are related to me and not to you, so I couldn’t blame you if…” he starts, and you interrupt him asking whether he actually thinks that would make any difference. “There are so few left of us, any creature with a drop of Lunarian blood deserves love and protection; and you have brought my mother back to me, the least I could do is to make sure your… relations are looked after.” you say, and King marvels at you for a moment before raising your hand to his lips to mutely press a kiss to it. 

🔥 While more than willing to assist your lover in his expedition, you have to accept you have a duty to keep your child safe, which means you’ll have to remain home. “Please be careful; don’t leave me alone again, I couldn’t bear it.” you tell him, and King smiles softly as he points out that you won’t be alone in any case, not with the life growing inside you, and that he has every intention to return. King departs for Egghead at the head of your troops, while you resign yourself to wait, passing the time sewing and having rooms for the four children you have never met and who you have easily, but not hastily, decided to welcome in your home. 

🔥 Two days later, as you enter the last period of your pregnancy and as you are busy shaving your legs -a trickier than usual endeavour, ever since your belly has grown so big you literally can’t see your lower limbs - you are informed your lover is back; you rush to meet him, and a cry of joy and awe erupts from your lips. “You have brought them!”

🔥 He has, and there is much that you have to discuss about while your newly arrived guests sit quietly in a corner, apparently content to observe the two of you, indifferent to the new place they have been led to. The Seraphims, you are informed, were designed as clones of some of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, mixed with King’s Lineage Factor, and indeed, their appearance matches yours and that of your lover: brown skin, silver-white hair, black wings with fire burning on their back. They were programmed to obey the orders of a selected group of individuals, as if the poor little ones -one of whom is taller than King himself, but still- were machines devoid of a free will of their own, but fortunately their relation to your lover gives him a sort of influence over them, and the children followed him willingly enough after King had put Egghead to fire and sword. Making sure to hide their traces, he brought them to your island, hoping they could one day come to consider it their new home.

🔥 “I know they are not fully Lunarian children, but we have to protect them; I know what it means to be used as a guinea pig, and I don’t want the same to happen to them.” he says, and you nod in assent, most of all relieved to have him back safe and sound and willing to do all you can for these children who are the closest thing you have to a kind. “Rooms are ready for them, and food and a bath can be prepared if they need one. I’ll cast the spell on them so that no one will realise they are in part Lunarian; that will make this place safe for them.” you say, and King smiles in gratitude, before kissing you softly and asking whether your unborn heir has behaved in his absence. 

🔥 “My name is Arber, and I… well, I guess you can consider me your father.” King tells the children “And this is (name), who is my mate… which in a way makes her your mother; still, you’re welcome to consider us friends or kin if you prefer. This island will be your home as long as you want it to be; you are safe with us and you always will be.” It is a nice speech, you think, which sadly doesn’t seem to elicit any reaction in your new wards, who simply stare at you unblinking, only slightly more expressive than marble statues.

🔥 Over the next few days, you and your lover grow gradually used to caring for your young wards, and they to you. Far from being rowdy and lively like you’ve always imagined their peers of every race to be, the Seraphim children are almost preternaturally obedient and unintrusive: they get up and go to sleep when told to, eat what is put in their plates when they share a meal with you and King, and perform any odd jobs they’re entrusted without complaining. At first they only speak when spoken to, and spend much of their free time sitting quietly in a corner, only at ease in each other’s company, mostly indifferent to anything that happens around them.

🔥 “Maybe we made the wrong choice keeping them here; they are safe but I’m not sure they are happy - or if they understand the concept of happiness to begin with.” you confess to your lover one night as you lie in bed in each other’s arms, and King shakes his head in response: those children are your kin, at least in part, and you have both a duty and a right to care for them. Even more important, your young wards have spent all their short existence being treated as weapons rather than people, which must be the reason for their social awkwardness. “They need time, that’s all; it’s going to be alright.” he adds as he caresses your swollen belly, his mouth finding yours in a kiss, and you allow yourself to find comfort in those words, peacefully falling asleep in King’s arms.

🔥 First of all, you decide your young wards need names rather than the designations they were given by their creators; King encourages them to choose them themselves according to their own tastes, but the children seem as uninterested in the matter as they are in most things, and express contentment in using the codenames they had been given in Egghead. As a compromise, you propose using names that are the translation of the current ones in the Lunarian language, which fortunately both you and King remember from your youth; your young wards are therefore renamed Snake, Bear, Shark and Hawk, and you, who have already sewn a full wardrobe for your unborn baby, gift them clothes with those names embroidered on them. 

🔥 Fortunately, it soon becomes evident that your lover was right, and the Seraphim children do slowly begin expressing a personality of their own, and to interact with the world around them. They start speaking more, and to express an interest in their new home; one day they see King spar with the island’s warriors and ask to be allowed to participate. 

🔥 Hawk asks to try the red wine he sees King drink one evening after dinner, and after being told he’s too young for that he accepts a glass of grape juice. Shark enjoys swimming in the pool with you and your lover. Bear has developed a fascination for your unborn child and enjoys resting his cheek against your belly to feel them kick. Snake sits by your side when you do your grooming and allows you to comb her long hair the way you remember your mother did with you when you were young. One day a troupe of travelling musicians comes to the island and “Can we go listen to them, father?” your young wards ask as one, and King is so taken aback by that form of address that for a moment he seems unable to answer. “Of course.” he says in the end, and you smile to yourself when you see him touch his knuckles to his eyes, as if to dry a wetness that wasn’t there a moment before.

🔥 The Seraphim children have been with you only for a few weeks when one night you wake up to a scream - your own, torn from your lips by the terrible pain emitting from your body, a sign that the moment you and King have waited for so long has finally come: your child is finally ready to make your, and the world’s, acquaintance. Your lover acts quickly, making you as comfortable as possible and calling for clean water and towels to be brought to the birthing bed; you had agreed to have midwives ready to intervene, but Lunarian children are historically delivered without assistance, to prove the parents are worthy of the task of raising them, and you and King have agreed, amid some trepidation, to follow in the steps of your ancestors. 

🔥 “Cry if you want; it’ll make you feel better, and I won’t think any less of you for it.” King tells you, which you take him up on, and a moment later your screams of pain are filling the air while your body prepares to expel the tenant it has protected and carried for eleven months. The smell of blood and other bodily fluids has filled the air; King, who looks exactly as you feel, both excited and fearful, kisses you quickly and begs you to be brave, brave as he knows you can be, for the sake of the child you both want so much. “It’s going to be alright; I’m here with you.” he tells you, and technically there’s very little you could need his help with at the moment, for obvious reasons, but his presence does bring you comfort and strength. 

🔥 You’ve barely started pushing when the room’s door opens, just enough to let four curious faces peek inside. “Send them away; this is not a scene children should witness.” you say, thinking that between the blood drenching the sheets and the way you’re screaming bloody murder the poor children are bound to have nightmares for the next decade, but King gently beckons them inside. “Your little sibling is going to be born; you can come keep your mother company if you wish.” he says, and a moment later, unhesitatingly, your little wards have gathered by your side, keeping you upright on the bed, holding your hands, cleaning sweat from your forehead.

🔥 You think about your brother, about the fact that perhaps he’s looking for you as well, and that he might never know you’re still alive, and that you are making him an uncle. You think about him, and wish to have him here with you, but you don’t feel alone, surrounded as you are by the love and support of your kin, the children you have so easily grown to consider your own nestled around you like a litter of kittens sharing warmth, and your lover ready to welcome your child into the world, his handsome face focused on your pain, on your effort, on the gift you have given each other. You are surrounded by your family, and nothing in the world could scare you now.

🔥 They’re almost there, you can feel it. “I can see the head.” King says; he’s kneeling between your legs, the prospective well-known to him even though your body couldn’t look more different from what it did on the many occasions he has tasted your pleasure on his tongue “Come on, (name), push!” 

🔥 The first cry of your child is the most beautiful sound you have ever heard, a fierce protest for having been extracted from the warm safety of your womb and plunged into a world which is noise and cold and chaos, but where there’s also so much beauty and joy that you can’t wait to show them. Your little wards start crying as well, sniffing softly as they observe King cut the cord and wrap the child in a clean towel. “It’s a girl.” he says, almost marvelling at the fact, as if he had never even considered the possibility “(name), we have a daughter!”

🔥 The child is almost ridiculously tiny but perfect, small feathered wings wrapped around a brown-skinned body, soft white hair covering her head. Your daughter’s cries of protest are quickly pacified when King starts rocking her against his chest, and then moves cautiously to sit on the bed by your side, the Seraphim children making space for him before gathering against you both until you are all held in a single embrace. “She’s so beautiful.” you murmur as King gently places your daughter against your chest “Arber, we have a child!”

🔥 King takes the envelope, only vaguely intrigued, at least until he finds a single word elegantly written on the back, the way the receiver’s name and address normally would be - an unnecessary precaution in this specific case since the message was hand-delivered. That single written word is enough to make King’s heart skip a beat, and to render him grateful he’s still wearing his mask since he doesn’t want Kaidou, the person he’s perhaps closest to in the world, to witness the distress on his face.

🔥 The word is the name of the ancient capital of the Lunarian kingdom, an once mighty and prosperous city, of which today not even ruins remain and whose name has even disappeared from the history books. The city, and the civilization it was the beating heart of, was destroyed centuries ago after a natural disaster and the consequent famine, and the few remaining Lunarians were thrown asunder, their already small number dwindling progressively over the generations. 

🔥 The name of the city is one King himself thought he had forgotten, one of the many notions his parents had insisted on imparting to him about the history and culture of their race, simply because they considered it important that he knew who and what he was, where he came from, and what his ancestors had meant to the world centuries ago. King had been far from the most attentive student, not imagining he would soon not have anyone left to ask if there was a notion he had forgotten or a question he wanted to ask; had he known he would be left on his own when barely out of childhood, he has more than once reflected wistfully, he would have at least taken notes.

🔥 And now this, this message he’s been sent with a word he was bound to recognise on the outside, as if to make sure his interest would be piqued and he wouldn’t discard the envelope without opening it. It’s a sign, a sign that might mean something or maybe not -after all historians and people interested in the past do exist, and even though Ohara has been destroyed there is still the possibility that a human has learnt that name from an old book or a scholar interested in lost civilizations- and King doesn’t hesitate before deciding he wants to know more. He needs to; he must, even.

🔥 He breaks the seal to open the single sheet of paper folded inside the envelope, the message written in the same elegant handwriting as the word on the outside ridiculously and almost offensively short given the revelation the sender might be hiding. To the individual known as King. If I managed to garner your attention, I would appreciate it if you came to meet me at the time and place I have noted at the bottom of this page. Please come alone and you will be welcomed in friendship. Signed: a friend.

🔥 The place he’s been called to is a small, uninhabited island half a day’s sail from Onigashima - a perfect compromise between privacy and ease of reaching. The time… the time is three  days from the moment the messenger reached Onigashima while he was still away on his mission, which means that if King wants to make it in time, he’ll have to depart almost immediately. 

🔥 “You can release the messenger.” he says as he returns the message to the envelope and pockets it; Kaidou frowns, intrigued. “Why? Who is that message from?” “No one you need to concern yourself with; please let that person go. I need to depart for a while, but I will be back shortly.” King says, and fortunately his commander doesn’t insist on knowing more. 

🔥 King’s crew has barely had the time to disembark after their latest, drawn-out mission, and he knows the order to take the sea again as soon as possible is not met with shouts of joy; still, as expected no one complains, and soon after his ship is speeding through the waves, a fortunately favourable wind pushing it in the right direction. King stands at the bow, once again grateful for the leather mask covering his face, because the last thing he wants is for his men to recognise the emotion boiling inside him, intense enough to have become a physical sensation, and that he’s not sure he would be able to keep his face from betraying. 

🔥 It’s hope.

🔥 In the end the ship reaches its destination with only a few minutes to spare before the time scheduled for the meeting. The island is little more than a tiny rock in the middle of the sea, a meagre population of birds and small rodents being the sole inhabitants; the perfect place for a meeting, King thinks with satisfaction, even though he would have gladly done without the pouring rain. He orders his crew to remain a short distance from the coast, and flies to the island; he touches the ground among the scattered vegetation of a small glade, and in the distance he sees a tent, clearly erected for the occasion… and a person standing guard beside the entrance.

🔥 He approaches slowly, soon finding himself face to face with you, a person roughly the same size as him, your body shape and features hidden by a hooded cloak. “Are you the one they call King?” “I am, and I do not appreciate being summoned without an explanation. Who are you?” he asks back, and you stare at him silently for a moment before inviting him to enter the tent so that you can talk in peace while it rains. “I appreciate you came by yourself; I promise I mean you no harm.” you say as you open the flap, and King snorts, highly doubting you might be able to harm him even if you tried.

🔥 The tent is spacious enough to accommodate the two of you, furnished for a brief stay. The two of you stare at each other, and the tension inside King has reached the tipping point; he balls his fists, ordering himself to remain calm. “Who are you?” he asks, his voice instinctively lowered to a murmur, and after a moment of hesitation you remove your hood and let your cloak fall to the ground, exposing both your face and body. King thought he was ready for it, he had considered the chance it might be true, but once the fact is revealed in front of him, in plain sight and impossible to mistake, he can’t help himself: a cry erupts from his lips. “You…” he starts, and you tense, as if waiting for the conclusion of that sentence “You are a Lunarian!”

🔥 You are indeed, as anyone who has at least a passing knowledge of your race -or has seen King without his mask- would easily perceive: your silver-white hair and brown complexion, your large feathered wings, the flame burning on your back and that rises like a halo behind your face… you really, unquestionably are a member of the same people as him, which is something King has never dared believe it was possible, and suddenly it’s like his brain is too small for all the thoughts filling it. 

🔥 “I am; and you are as well, it’s plain to see since you haven’t bothered to cover your wings.” you point out, the hint of a smile dancing on your lips; then your expression turns tense. “Tell  me… do I look familiar?” you ask, and King frowns, uncharacteristically taken aback. “Excuse me?” “My name is (name). Do you… know me? Do you feel like you have met me before, even if you can’t remember when and where?” 

🔥 It is quite a strange question to ask, since including you the number of Lunarians he has met in his life is three, and it would therefore be next to impossible to be wrong; still, he decides to humour you, and observes your face for a while before stating that no, he is sure he has never met you before. You sigh, looking clearly disappointed and yet not ready to give up. “Would you allow me to look you in the face? I can imagine why you took precautions to keep your identity secret, but we are alone here, and I would never sell one of my people off.” you ask, a request King had expected but that still gives him pause.

🔥 Keeping his Lunarian nature secret has a force of habit, since that was why the World Government had imprisoned him and he’d rather not repeat the experience. Still today, as Kaidou’s right hand man, at his full power and with the thousands of men under his command, King is well aware of the danger he would be in if word got around. It should be natural to lower his defenses in the presence of one of his own kin and since you have already shared your secret with him, but you’d be the first person to see his face since he met Kaidou, and King is not sure he feels comfortable sharing that part of him with a person he has just met, fellow Lunarian or not.

🔥 You wait, patient despite the clear anxiety on your face, as he decides, and in the end he does take off his mask, exposing his face as silver-white hair falls freely on his back and broad shoulders. He sees you observe him intensely, as if searching something in his face only you could recognise, and then a hand rises to brush against the black tattoo around his left eye. Your own is on the right side, since you are a woman, similar but not completely identical; King does not remember being tattooed, since his parents did it to him soon after birth, but he knows each half of the tattoo is inspired by that of one of the child’s parents, meant to remind a Lunarian of their heritage and to help kin recognise each other in case of separation.

🔥 One of those reasons, it turns out, is exactly why you asked to see King’s face. He finds himself holding his breath as your fingers brush against his cheek, a delicate and completely platonic contact that is nonetheless the first he has experienced with a fellow Lunarian in the last… he can’t even remember how many years, and that is enough to upset him in a way he can’t explain. You observe his features, and then his tattoo, with the careful intensity of an artist studying the potential subject for their next piece, and then: “King is not a Lunarian name. May I know what you were called at birth?” “It is Arber.” King says, once more struck by how that outwardly simple and innocuous information feels weird, even dangerous, to share; it’s been so long since he’s introduced himself as Alber, and since someone else has used that name, that he has even grown to think of himself as King.

🔥 “As I thought.” you say, and King sees you deflate, a look of heartbroken disappointment washing over you “It’s not you then; I should have known it was stupid to try…” “I am not who? Will you tell me what this is all about?” King demands, suddenly fed up; he has answered your call and accepted your request to be examined, and now he’s quite sure he deserves an answer to his question. You sigh, readily admitting you owe him an explanation. “Well, it might seem strange, but I thought you were my brother.”

🔥 Over the next few minutes, King learns that just like him, you lost your family as a child. Your parents had taken every possible precaution to hide their Lunarian heritage and stressed the need to do the same to you and your twin brother, but word of your existence reached a band of bounty hunters, who assaulted your home with the intent of kidnapping and selling you as slaves. Your father was killed in front of your eyes as he attempted to buy time for your mother, your brother and you to escape; the others were taken and, sadly, separated. You were able to escape a few months later, but even under threat of death your former captors were unable to tell you whether your relatives had been sold, where and to whom. You have been looking for them ever since, travelling around the world every time you receive word one of your own has been sighted.

🔥 “This is how I found you. One of my emissaries has a brother who recently joined the Beast Pirates, and through them I learnt of a man of towering height, with feathered wings and who keeps his appearance completely hidden under clothes and a mask; I correctly guessed those were the precautions taken by a Lunarian to hide his nature… but sadly you are not the man I was looking for. My brother and I were very young when we were separated and I can’t really remember his face, but I’m sure you are not him, and your tattoo is completely different from mine.” you explain sadly “I am very sorry for wasting your time, Arber.”

🔥 King shrugs in response. While he didn’t particularly like being summoned like a master would do with a servant, especially at a moment when your invite did force him to postpone the rest he had promised himself after a long mission, he has to admit you have no fault for that bad timing, and given the vitally important reason for your desire to meet him, he can’t really fault you. King doesn’t tell you he’s sorry for your loss, and not merely because he has suffered the very same bereavement, but he does find himself sympathising with your situation; he remembers mourning his parents, and still thinks about them from time to time, but he has made peace with his loss. Spending decades in search of relatives you can’t even be sure are still alive… that is really a harsh fate. 

🔥 Having nothing else to discuss you and King should now part, but he finds himself fascinated by you, and desiring to know more; you are after all the first fellow Lunarian he meets since he was a child, something he wouldn’t even have thought possible until yesterday, and he’s curious to know about the life and thoughts of one like him. Fortunately, you seem equally intrigued about him, and for the very same reasons, and politely propose you remain a little longer to chat, if he’s not otherwise occupied. King has food brought to the island from his ship, making sure no one approaches the tent and putting his mask back on before he goes retrieve it; you, on your part, have brought a bottle of fine vintage, in the hope you and your brother could celebrate your reunion.

🔥 You spend several hours together, first sharing food and drink in the tent and then taking a walk in the woods that cover the majority of the little island, the grass still wet with rain. You discuss your lives; King tells you about Kaidou, who freed him from the imprisonment the World Government had subjected him to and under whom he has served ever since, and you tell him that after losing your family and escaping your captors you wandered around for a while, still forced to hide your identity, until you met a woman who was a witch. You remained with her for a while, and she taught you enough of her arts for you to learn a complex spell that allows you to hide your appearance, so that anyone who is not a Lunarian who meets you will see a normal human individual, albeit of exceptional size. Uninterested in devoting your life to the study and practice of magic, you moved to a wealthy island governed by a warlord; you challenged him, killed him, and told his servants and warriors that they would work for you from then on. Not a bad life all things considered, even though you do wish you had your mother and brother, and your father, to share it with. 

🔥 “Are there others like us?” King asks after a while, and he finds himself holding his breath as he waits for your answer, which sadly is as dismal as he had feared. “The first of us I met was when I was still a girl; he was an elder, suffering from a fatal disease, and he died less than a month later. He told me about two others he knew still lived, even though he hadn’t seen them for decades, but I was unable to find either of them, and for all I know they could be dead as well. Any other report I received and went to investigate turned out to be a dead end, nothing more than a human who had dyed hair and a naturally dark complexion or a liar who had hoped to be paid in exchange for made-up information. I still cling to the hope my brother and mother are alive… but strictly speaking, I’m afraid you and I are the only two left.” you admit sadly, and for a few minutes neither feels able to speak.

🔥 In the end you part as… well, not friends exactly, since you’ve both been so long without that sort of personal relationship you have almost forgotten the meaning of the word, but as good acquaintances at least; you also offer to inform King if you ever learnt of any other fellow Lunarian living. “I’m… very glad I met you, Arber; you are not the person I had hoped to find, but I must confess I had missed being able to show someone my true face.” you tell him, and your pleasant attitude is something King is at first unable to react to. He’s not a complete brute and he likes to think he’s able to behave politely, but this whole experience has been so unexpected and unusual -though by no means unpleasant- that he doesn’t quite know how to act.

🔥 In the end you part; King returns to his ship, while you have your own vessel waiting across the island. He returns to Onigashima to treat himself to the rest he more than deserves after his last mission, but as he takes his bath, and eats, and even as he lies on his bed, he feels pensive, his mind returning to you over and over again, wondering what impact meeting you, and knowing of your existence, will have on the rest of his life.

🔥 Time passes. King receives no word from you for several months, which doesn’t bother him at all. He’s not your father and you’re clearly a self-sufficient, intelligent woman; what reason would he have to worry about your well-being? Still, once in a while, as he enjoys a glass of fine wine in the privacy of his rooms, or stares at the sun rising over the horizon at the bow of his ship, he thinks of you, and a small smile curves his lips under his mask; loneliness is an emotion he had stopped experiencing decades ago and he doesn’t feel the need to keep in contact with regular visits or letters, but the thought of another like him existing, safe and sound and even thriving, somewhere else in the world, does bring him comfort. He sincerely hopes you will one day manage to find your mother and brother, and in that case he would want nothing better than to meet them. 

🔥 Six months after your first meeting a new messenger arrives at Onigashima with a letter King breaks the seal of with a sort of anticipation he has rarely experienced before. I hope this letter finds you well, you write in the elegant handwriting he has already learnt to recognise; what follows, rather than news about the search for your family, is something completely unexpected - an invitation, to a yearly festival taking place in a month on your island. I know how busy you probably are, and I’ll understand if you’d rather not make a long journey for a mere celebration, but I would be happy to have you as my guest. 

🔥 King immediately writes back accepting your invitation, hoping no last-minute mission or other emergency will prevent him from going, and sends the messenger on their way. Two days later, he stumbles upon a jewel merchant selling his wares around the city, and without hesitation he buys one of their most expensive pieces, a ruby-encrusted necklace, just because bringing a gift when one is a guest it's the polite thing to do, no other particular reason. Fortunately no impediment arises that prevents him from attending the festival, and King’s ship reaches your island at the end of a long but uneventful journey. 

🔥 In your last message you had offered King to impose on him the same spell you use on yourself to keep his Lunarian heritage secret, if he’d rather not reveal his identity as Kaidou’s right hand man while on your island, an offer he has decided to accept. When you met in secret at the harbour, you and King immediately clasp hands, the joy of meeting again evident on both of your faces. “I’m glad you’re here, Arber.” “It is good to meet you, (name).” he says; the sound of his real name, uttered by the voice of another Lunarian no less, fills his belly with a sort of warmth he has rarely experienced before, but that he quickly decides he likes “I have a gift for you.”

🔥 The necklace, he’s satisfied to see, looks amazing on you, and you seem deeply flattered to receive it, especially when King tells you he chose rubies because his mother once told him that is the gem that was thought to bring protection and good fortune to women according to Lunarian lore. “It’s really lovely; you really shouldn’t have, but… thank you.” you say, before slipping your arm under his, a gesture that brings your bodies in contact for the first time, your skin pressing against his “Come now; I have food and a room prepared for you, and then I want to show you my island.”

🔥 King’s stay on your island is uneventful but pleasant. The festival, in which he takes part as your honoured guest, is not different from the similar celebrations that take place at Onigashima or in the Flower Capital, but you spend much time together talking, sparring and simply getting to know each other better. The whole island is at your command, a self-sufficient small kingdom with you as its benevolent but occasionally merciless ruler; you have put maids at his service, and hosted him in a luxurious set of rooms with a large bed moved inside expressly for him. Those few days away from Ogashima are a pleasant vacation from his duties as Kaidou’s right-hand man, but King knows fully well that rest and relaxation are not the sole, nor the main, reason he enjoys his stay so much.

🔥 He wakes up early on the day he’s meant to depart. “Where is your mistress?” he asks the servants, and he’s led to an internal courtyard where a large pool is set in the paving stones. You are there, swimming with lazy, elegant strokes propelling your body forward; as King observes you from the closest door, you reach the pool side and emerge, dressed in a bathing suit that leaves much of your skin exposed, a trail of water drops falling from your wings, the light of the barely-risen sun making your brown complexion glisten like bronze as you lift your face to let the breeze dry it.

🔥 There is nothing objectively special about that scene, enticing even less, nothing more than a glimpse of your daily routine in a moment you believe yourself alone; even though, King can feel his heart leap, and a knot tighten in his stomach as an emotion, fierce and sudden and fierce because it’s sudden, fills him.

🔥 Want.

🔥 He couldn’t tear his eyes off you if his life depended on it, and so it is that your eyes meet a moment later, when you step out of the pool to go retrieve your towel, shaking your wings to dispel the water. Startled, you see King stare at you from only a few steps away, notice the gaze in his eyes, and for a moment you remain completely still, taken aback, vaguely ill at ease but unable to move or cover yourself. Almost a full minute passes with the two of you staring at each other, both unable and unwilling to lower your gaze first, until King finally looks away, and it’s like you were released from a spell; you hurry to dry yourself and walk away to go retrieve your clothes, your heart pounding. 

🔥 When you finally meet to say goodbye, you both tacitly decide to ignore the tension still lingering between you in order to part as friends and not to ruin the pleasant memory of your time together. King kisses your hand before putting his mask back on, and you wish him safe travel; soon after his ship is sailing on the route for Onigashima. You have only spent three days together, and yet that brief lapse of time, and specifically the handful of moments you have shared as you exited the pool, are… well, if not all King can think about over the next few weeks, at least a recurring memory, that fills his mind regularly and often, including instances in which the recollection of the bronze light on the skin of your thighs, and that of your nipples turgid against the fabric of your top, comes unbidden to disrupt his concentration while he’s busy doing something important.

🔥 He has no way of knowing whether it’s the same for you, and he doesn’t dare ask about it in a letter. But something that he knows is not merely self-flattery and wishful thinking tells him that yes, you do think about him often, about that moment and about what could have happened if he had stepped closer and enveloped your wet, barely-clothed body in his arms. He knows you think about it, and wish he had actually acted. 

🔥 King does think about having sex with you. How could he not? He does find you attractive -he’s not sure how much of it is due to your own beauty and charm and how much to the fact you’re a Lunarian female, and he doesn’t care; the substance remains the same- and a physical relationship with you would offer several advantages. Sex is tricky for a person who both has to keep their appearance completely hidden and is much bigger than most humans, as he himself can attest; being both Lunarians you are naturally compatible, not least from a reproductive point of view. The two of you are sadly not enough to ensure the future of your race, for obvious reasons, but at least you could have children together, and ensure a new generation of Lunarians sees the light. 

🔥 That would be nice.

🔥 Obviously reality is much more complicated than that apparently simple reasoning, mainly because it does not consider your thoughts on the matter. King doesn’t know whether you have a partner or wish for one, and whether motherhood is an option you are favourable to. Also, children are a responsibility he’s not sure he’s ready for, not to mention that raising them would require several adjustments. Don’t get carried away; you’ve met this woman twice, it’s way too early to think about how to furnish a nursery, he cautions himself. He finds you perfectly pleasant as a companion and the two of you might make each other happy as lovers, but you’re both young, and the fact you might be the last two Lunarians left in the world doesn’t mean you have to act in haste.

🔥 He writes the first letter a week after his visit to your island, taking great pains to ensure it can’t be intercepted as it’s delivered to you, starting what soon becomes an intense correspondence. You discuss your daily lives, your relentless albeit vain searches for your family and King’s occupation by Kaidou’s side - matters that in some cases you would be unable to share with anyone else in the world, but that feel so easy to write down knowing that the other will read them. Easy, and somehow comforting. 

🔥 Solitude is a state both of you have lived in for so long that you have stopped noticing and being bothered by it, but in each other you have found someone, and something, your lives had until now lacked, and while neither you nor King can say they felt the need for it, you are both happy with that new development. You meet again three months later, this time on the island that also saw your first encounter, and spend a few pleasant hours together; to that meeting another follows, and then another, the invitations coming from both sides, whenever you feel like it and can afford you leave your duties for a few days, neither feeling jealousy or anxiety whenever the time you are forced to spend apart lengthens.

🔥 “So, you found yourself a special friend? What’s their name?” a drunken Kaidou asks one day, a question King is careful to avoid answering, because while his trust in and loyalty to his commander are absolute, the last thing he wants is for Kaidou to meddle in his personal affairs. 

🔥 As your relationship develops over time, King does not forget the possibility of it turning romantic, nor how alluring you had looked in the early morning light as you exited the pool, a train of water droplets falling from your bronze skin and feathered wings. He reflects on it for a while, weighing the pros and cons the way he would do when having to deploy troops for battle, and in the end he approaches you during his next visit to your island. 

🔥 You have told him of the recent umpteenth failure on your search for your mother, but King’s company has lifted your spirit. You are sitting next to each other in a patio, enjoying a glass of fine wine as you observe the sun disappearing behind the hills in front of you; King has observed you out of the corner of his eye for a while, pleased to see you are wearing the necklace he has gifted you, the pendant nestled between your breasts, and thinking that you look more beautiful than ever. 

🔥 In the end, once the servant who has come to refill your glasses has left you alone, King circles your shoulders with his arm to pull you close; a moment passes in which your gazes wordlessly meet, then you offer him your face and King presses his mouth to yours. The kiss is more than satisfying, wine-sweet and warm like a freshly plucked fruit, your tongues meeting and moving together to enhance the pleasant sensation; it ends with a smile on both of your parts. “So, how much of this is about you finding me attractive, how much about the fact we are physically compatible and both Lunarians, and how much about the fact we can have children?” you ask in the end, sounding and looking more sincerely curious than upset about it.

🔥 “All three things together, I suppose.” King answers with a shrug “Does it matter?” “It does for me.” you admit, and then kiss him again “Give me a little time to think about it.” He nods, and you part in peace a few hours later, exchanging a good-bye kiss that is shorter and more innocent, but equally sweet.

🔥 King reflects on your question several times over the next few days, but before he has the time to find an answer to it something heartbreakingly unexpected happens. He has been sent to vanquish an enemy crew who dared lay claim to one of the most peripheral of Kaidou’s territories, perhaps counting on the fact the Yonko wouldn’t have bothered to protest for their presence on a small, relatively poor archipelago. King arrives at the head of a troop of five-hundred men, and has every single pirate killed, their head mounted on spikes as reminders of the doom promised to whoever dares defying Kaidou. 

🔥 The whole operation takes no more than a few hours; King is about to order his men to prepare to head for Onigashima when he notices a relatively large building on top of the hill overlooking the island’s only small town, which was not there during his previous visit. That is a temple, he’s explained, built to preserve the body of a Goddess who arrived and died on the island five years ago. King has no particular interest in religion, like most Lunarians, but he’s intrigued enough to go see for himself; he steps into the temple, and it’s like he’s been punched in the gut.

🔥 Arranged on a meager altar is the mummified body of a female individual, the state of decay it verses in not sufficient to hide her brown complexion, her long silver-white hair, and the large feathered wings neatly folded under her body. King knows who the woman is before observing her face to note the approximate age she died at, her familiar features, the tattoo by her right eye which is similar but not identical to another he has seen many times already. He has always been aware of his own mortality, beyond his great power and the naturally long life he’s been gifted, but as he kneels by her, observing the miserable state his kin has been left to verse, adored as a deity by that rag-dressed rabble as her partially decomposed body is left for the worms to feast on, he thinks that he would have gladly done without that sort of reminder of the doom that awaits him. 

🔥 None of the islanders dares to protest when King has a blanket brought to him, uses it to wrap the Goddess’ body and carries her away; he defies the orders he’s been given to return to Onigashima as soon as his mission is complete, and instructs his crew to set course for your island.

🔥 You are thrilled when your men inform you of King’s unexpected visit, but your good mood immediately evaporates when you see his face. “What happened? Are you alright?” you ask him; King takes your hands in his and hesitates, maybe for the first time since you’ve met him, before answering. He tells you he’s absolutely certain the Lunarian woman whose remains he has found is your mother, given her tattoo and the facial resemblance between you, and You really don’t want to see her, (name), believe me, but you do, and King holds you in his arms as your crying, and your screams, fill the air. 

🔥 Numb with pain and disappointment, you sit quietly for a while, only speaking when King apologises softly for his inability to find out how your mother arrived on the island, and what caused her death. “It’s not your fault; I am glad it was you who found her, at least she got to be saved by one of her kin.” you tell him; you take his hand, and meet his eyes “I know you are a busy man, but… can you stay for a while? I really don’t want to be alone right now.”

🔥 King promises to remain as long as you want him to, and that night you take his hand to lead him to your bed. There is no need for words between you, no time wasted talking about the reasons why you’re doing it and what might lead you to in the future. You help King take off his leather suit, and he lies you on the soft mattress under him; determined to both offer you relief from the pain you’re experiencing and share the pleasure of your lovemaking long and intensely enough to drive you both crazy, he kisses his way down your body until he’s grinning against the wetness pooling between your legs. 

🔥 “Oh, Arber.” you sigh, and he has started getting used to you using his real name, at least when you’re alone, but that you’re doing it right now, desire and lust filling your voice, your tone awed and almost reverent when you look at him with a silent question in your eyes… that you utter his real name now feels different, and special, and like no one else in the world exists except the two of you “Oh, Arber, yes…”

🔥 You open your legs for him, looking on avidly as King finishes disrobing himself; your first coupling is sweet and intimate, kisses drying tears and hands that find and soothe scars. He moves above you, each push deliberate and certain, your body welcoming him in with the quiet assurance of a promise kept. He holds you in his arms and he holds you later, when it’s your turn to move, the undulating movement of your hips and breasts above him almost hypnotic as King drinks in the sight of your naked body, and you fuck yourself on his shaft as if this was the last night of your life.

🔥 It stops the pain, for a little while; and this, as well as many other things, makes that first shared night special.

🔥 In the end you allow King to come inside you twice, even though you have warned him you are in the least fertile period of your cycle. “I’m thinking… maybe my mother and brother had been able to find each other, and they were together until soon before she died.” you reason after a while as the two of you lie together, your fingers running through his silver locks, his fingers playing with your nipples “He could have visited an island of the same archipelago.” King, not at all bothered that you’re discussing such dramatic, unromantic matters right after your lovemaking, agrees that your hypothesis might be right. “After five years the trail might have gone cold, but if you wish I can have Kaidou allow your emissaries to enter his territories to search for him.” he says, an offer which pleases you immensely and starts a new round of passionate sex.

🔥 The day after King’s arrival, you bury your mother in the mansion’s garden, in the shade of a century-old tree where you sometimes sit to read when the weather is fair. “I  wasn’t with her at the end of her life, but this way I’ll keep her close for the rest of mine.” you say. Neither of you knows the rites Lunarian society used to bid farewell to its dead, but King vaguely remembers a yearly ritual his parents observed at the turn of the seasons, and he helps you execute it as a form of funeral eulogy for your mother - a pointless and probably laughable effort, but which makes a grateful smile blossom on your lips. 

🔥 “Will you get in trouble for coming here rather than returning to Onigashima?” you ask as the two of you leave the garden behind, and King reflects on the matter for a moment. Kaidou undoubtedly won’t be happy, but he’s not a child and he has never disappointed his commander before; King is pretty sure he can handle it. 

🔥 “Do you know the legend of Joyboy?” he asks you on impulse, and you smile fondly in return at the mention of the semi-mythological figure your mother used to tell you and your brother about, one of many such stories inherited from her own ancestors. Joyboy is supposed to be a righter of wrongs, destined to change the world and cure the ills of humanity; an enjoyable tale but nothing more, you have always believed, unlike King, who not only believes in it but is even convinced he has met the reincarnation of that legendary character. 

🔥 “You believe Kaidou is Joyboy?” you ask, hoping to sound less skeptical than you actually feel; from what King has told you about him the Yonko might have the strength and power to reshape the world, but he’s much less a benevolent figure than the legends suggest “Is that why you serve him?” King shrugs in response; he follows Kaidou out of gratitude for the help he received in his youth and faith in his commander’s strength and ability to become the King of the Pirates, but he would lie if he said the legend doesn’t play a role in his beliefs. 

🔥 “Maybe.” he adds softly as he circles your waist with his arm to pull you close “One day we will recount the legend of Joyboy to our children.”, and you roll your eyes, telling him it’s ridiculously early to discuss the education of your offspring since you’ve only had sex thrice, but the pleased smile on your lips betrays your real feelings.

🔥 Your and King’s new intimacy adds a new depth to your already close relationship. You have sex as often as you can, long and passionate and including positions and activities that go beyond your shared plan of having children. He never wonders whether he would have found you attractive, or developed an attachment to you, if you were human - if you were anything but Lunarian, that is. The matter is irrelevant, since you clearly can’t help being the person you are even if you wanted; all he knows is that you found each other, against all odds and all hopes, and came to care for each other, in agreement on what you wanted from that relationship.

🔥 And for that, he thinks every time he presses a kiss to your forehead before lying down to fall asleep with the warm, reassuring weight of your body in his arms, he’s more grateful than he could express in words.

🔥 At first, King asks anxiously about a potential delay of your menstrual cycle every time you meet and in each of his letters, until you beg him to stop, promising you’ll tell him as soon as you have reason to believe you have reached your goal. Over the next two years you experience two instances of false positive, both of which hit King hard; he forces himself to keep his pain to himself as he holds you, crying softly and apologising for that fault that is not yours. 

🔥 One night in which sleep eludes him, he lights a candle and takes a pad of paper to draw a pair of Lunarian tattoos, identical and one for each side of a face, the upper half inspired by the design of his own, the lower half by the one you carry, as tradition demands. “I hope you don’t mind, since usually it’s the mother’s responsibility to design a Lunarian child’s tattoo; for your half, I made sure it also resembled that of your mother.” he tells you while showing you the result of his work, which touches you deeply. 

🔥 “I know I told you we shouldn’t be hasty about having children, but… we should at least decide where to raise them.” you point out then; it’s a pleasantly warm day, and you and King are lying in the patio, letting the sun dry your brown skin after a long bath in the pool, clothes discarded around you. It is a matter King has already reflected on several times, unable to find a solution: Onigashima is not a place for a child, but he wants to be by your side during your pregnancy, as well as when the child will be born. Your island would be a much safer home for both of you, and he could have guards patrol the area to ensure your safety, but he can’t simply quit Kaidou’s service the way a salaried worker could do with their job, and the distance between the two places is too great for travelling back and forth to be feasible.

🔥 You and King discuss the issue on several occasions, both unable to find a solution, until the day of the Fire Festival comes, a young straw-hatted pirate sets foot on Wano, and everything King thought he knew and considered true is destroyed. A swordsman, a mere human less than half his age, vanquishes him, and the intervention of a Marine Admiral forces him to flee in order not to be arrested; King hides away for a while, nursing the wounds on his body and those, much harder to heal, to his pride. While realistically he knows that learning of his recent defeat will not diminish your consideration for him, nor certainly your affection, for a little while King is too ashamed to return to you, just in case you have decided his recent fall from grace has made him unworthy of being the father of your children; he himself has never felt so unsure of it.

🔥 In the end you are reunited, and the relief expressed on your face when he sees you rush to meet him is so intense King can’t help feeling guilty about the time he spent away. “I was so worried! I learnt about what happened on Onigashima, some said you had been captured by the Marines, I sent men looking for you but they couldn’t… oh, Arber, don’t you ever disappear like that again, you hear me?!” you murmur as you share an embrace, and King nods silently, welcoming the feeling of your body in his arms like a man on the verge of starvation would with a five-course banquet. “Forgive me; I…” he struggles to explain “I was afraid you didn’t need me anymore.” 

🔥 “Don’t be daft; I need you now more than I ever have.” “What do you…?” “I mean that I’m pregnant, Arber; I would have told you sooner if you hadn’t decided to play hermit for weeks. Shall we decide the colour of the nursery walls together?”

🔥 The matter of where to raise your children is thus resolved, and King moves in with you permanently, sharing your home, your room, and your bed. The next months are the happiest of his life, as he marvels at the way your body changes to accommodate the growing life in your belly. While aware that the child -his child, yours and his together, something he has wanted and worked towards for so long, and yet part of him still can’t believe it’s true and it’s actually happening- still can’t hear him, he lies by your side with his hand on your more and more swollen belly as he sings a Lunarian lullaby he remembers from his childhood, or with his wings wrapped around your bodies so that all three of you are held in a single embrace.

🔥 King knows there are no specific contraindications to pregnant sex, which is good, since he’s never found you more enticing than ever since he’s discovered you are expecting. You lie together almost every night, the whole mansion filled with the sound of your reciprocal passion, your mouths searching for each other in a neverending chain of kisses. King loves the way your breasts have grown fuller and more sensible, your nipples growing hard under his tongue, wetness pooling between your thighs when he sucks on them; he has to take advantage of the pleasure of your chest while he can, he points out, since he’ll have to stop after your baby is born in order not to waste a drop of precious nourishment. “I hope our -ah!- child is as voracious as you are then.” you say, and then shift on top of him to bring King’s avid mouth in contact with another part of your body, also sorely needing attention. “Here.” you murmur “Kiss me here, Arber.”, and he complies, worshipping you like with a fervor no Goddess has ever experienced.

🔥 Then there are days in which you are too sore for a rapport, but you still want to reward King for his alacrity in taking care of you -not that you need it, but it's sweet of him to insist he needs to carry you in his arms whenever your next destination is more than five minutes away- and then you have to get creative. One day, back from an audience with a few of your councillors, you step into the mansion’s training ground where King is fighting four enemies at the same time. You look at the deliberate elegance of his movements, the perfectly controlled power in each of his gestures as he bests his opponents, and not for the first time you think that yes, he’s the sole man worthy of being your mate and of fathering your children, the sole person who could earn your respect, your trust, and your love. You have found him, after being alone for so long, and nothing and no one in the world will ever take him away from you.

🔥 You approach and “Stop, now; you will resume training later.” you order, and while his opponents bow low and then leave King frowns, unhappy his session has been cut short; naked from the waist up, perspiration glistening on the brown skin of his shoulders and chest, he’s almost otherworldly handsome, a vision of beauty and power you have quickly grown addicted to. “What is wrong?” he asks, but any trace of displeasure disappears from his face when you cup his face in your hands to kiss him firmly, long enough to feel King’s powerful body tremble under you; by the time the kiss is broken you have already started fumbling with his belt, and when you kneel in front of him, mindful of the added weight of your belly, you bring King’s trousers and underwear down with you, allowing his already hard erection to spring free. 

🔥 Smiling in pleasure and approval, King points out that someone could see since you’re still in the open, and you answer that you certainly hope so before starting to pump him. “Tell me if you’re going to come, your seed is too precious for a single drop to be wasted.” you add, to which your lover smirks in response; now naked from the shins up, one of his hands rests on his hip while the other cups the back of your head to guide your open mouth towards his shaft. “Is that how you see me? As a breeding stallion to fill your womb and ooooohhh fuck (name)...”

🔥 His ability to father children, your children specifically, is an important but only partial reason for your appreciation of King, and you prove it to him today, when you make him come in your mouth to avidly swallow every last drop of his seed and then lift your skirt to grant him access to your buttocks. Thanks to your previous ministrations you are both more than lubricated enough, but King spits on his hand to then slowly insert two fingers inside you and make sure you’re ready to take his length; grabbing a marble column for support, you arch your back and moan breathlessly as you feel King penetrate you from behind, more than ever aroused by the obscene act you are happily submitting to. Strong hands grab your hips, and slap-slap-slap makes his body slamming against yours; “Look at you, what would your subjects think if they saw their lady fucked in the ass like a common whore?” he asks, and even if you had a quippy jape to answer with, you’d be too breathless to utter it.

🔥 Given that over the next two weeks the maids seem unable to stop giggling every time they see King walk by, and every single soldier under your command stares at their feet when you talk to them in order not to meet your eyes, you have met your goal of making the whole mansion aware of your newly discovered proclivity for anal sex. “Maybe we should do it again, give them something to gossip about.” King murmurs once in your ear as you take a walk in the garden, your arm under his, and you smile in return, your fingertips brushing against the tattoo on his handsome face. “One day, if you behave.” you concede, making him growl under his breath, his hold on your arm growing possessive.

🔥 The joy anticipating the birth of your child is a purer and more intense feeling than any you have ever experienced; you have started sewing clothes for the baby, while King spends a few days in the town’s carpentry shop before returning with a beautiful wooden crib, with a curved leg that allows the structure to be rocked gently to make the child fall asleep, and a baby mobile to make them play. “My father built one for me when I was small. I’m pretty sure it was a personal decision rather than a Lunarian tradition, but I thought it would be nice to have my child sleep in a bed I have built; it would be like holding them every night.” he tells you; touched, you answer that it’s a beautiful gift, and that your child is fortunate to have such a protective, attentive father.

🔥 In the course of your pregnancy you have started spending more time under the tree where you have laid your mother to rest. "I'll bring my child to visit you often, so that you can see them grow." you murmur as you brush your fingers against the headstone you have carved personally "You didn't get to teach me what it meant to be a mother, but I promise Arber and I will raise them with the same love and protection you and father had for me."

🔥 Thrilled about and busy preparing for your child’s imminent birth, you haven’t forgotten your other blood kin - your brother, whom you have spent much of your life searching for, finding nothing more than dead ends and false sightings, a never-ending disappointment you have ordered yourself not to get discouraged by. For all you know your brother could have been dead for decades, and sometimes you fear you’ll spend the rest of your life searching in vain, or that one day you’ll discover he has met the same sort of painful, lonely death that your mother experienced; in that case, you have sadly reflected, it would be better not to know, but one does not get to decide what they’ll find out when they start searching.

🔥 “If our firstborn is a boy we could name them after your brother; it would be a way to have him back.” King suggests one day you have shared your longing with him; you reflect on the matter for a moment, before a small smile curves your lips. “You know, defining this child as our firstborn sort of implies younger siblings are due to follow.” you point out, and your lover grins in response. “Truth to be told, I can’t wait for this child to be born so that I can get you pregnant again.” “That’s nice; but I’ll need some rest between pregnancies, unless you want to carry our secondborn.” “Ah ah, very funny…”

🔥 In the end, news regarding the existence of other Lunarians do reach you, even though in a way and from a source you would have never expected. One of your many emissaries, dispatched around the Grand Line and the Four Blues to investigate, comes to report, bearing news hearing which both you and King feel the need to sit down. “I have recently spoken to a scientist from Egghead, my lady, and they… well, they mentioned something called Seraphims.”

🔥 The experiments the World Government conducted on him during his imprisonment are not a part of his past King enjoys thinking about, as well as the sole part of his life he has not shared with you. Being a lab rat rather than a willing participant, he has been told very little about what all those invasive exams meant or hoped to discover; King was convinced the scientists were simply curious about his Lunarian biology, since he might very well have been the sole specimen left to analyse, but it turns out those bastards went a step beyond… and used his Lineage Factor to create clones of other people, creatures who are in part Lunarian, in part human, and something completely different all around. Creatures -children- that are his blood, in essence at least, and whose existence he had never even suspected.

🔥 You stand aside without intervening as the mansion quakes under King’s rage, his screams of fury filling the air as everything that has the misfortune of finding itself on his path -furniture, works of art, your favourite tea set- is mercilessly destroyed. In the end your lover falls to his knees, trembling, and you decide to intervene only when you see he’s about to start tearing his hair out. “Stop! Arber, please, don’t hurt yourself…” “They used me! They used my… my essence for their own goals! This is abuse, this is… violation! I can’t tolerate this!” your lover cries, looking more shaken than you’ve ever seen him, and for a little while all he needs is to be held, which you freely offer, King’s cheek resting on your belly as you run your fingers through his hair, his powerful body shaking in the protective embrace of your wings.

🔥 Having regained his poise, King tells you he intends to go see these partially Lunarian children, to ensure they are treated better than he was under the thumb of the World Government, and to free them if they aren’t. “You could bring them here; we have space and they would be protected.” you suggest, to which your lover looks at you, almost trepidant. “You wouldn’t mind? I mean, they are related to me and not to you, so I couldn’t blame you if…” he starts, and you interrupt him asking whether he actually thinks that would make any difference. “There are so few left of us, any creature with a drop of Lunarian blood deserves love and protection; and you have brought my mother back to me, the least I could do is to make sure your… relations are looked after.” you say, and King marvels at you for a moment before raising your hand to his lips to mutely press a kiss to it. 

🔥 While more than willing to assist your lover in his expedition, you have to accept you have a duty to keep your child safe, which means you’ll have to remain home. “Please be careful; don’t leave me alone again, I couldn’t bear it.” you tell him, and King smiles softly as he points out that you won’t be alone in any case, not with the life growing inside you, and that he has every intention to return. King departs for Egghead at the head of your troops, while you resign yourself to wait, passing the time sewing and having rooms for the four children you have never met and who you have easily, but not hastily, decided to welcome in your home. 

🔥 Two days later, as you enter the last period of your pregnancy and as you are busy shaving your legs -a trickier than usual endeavour, ever since your belly has grown so big you literally can’t see your lower limbs - you are informed your lover is back; you rush to meet him, and a cry of joy and awe erupts from your lips. “You have brought them!”

🔥 He has, and there is much that you have to discuss about while your newly arrived guests sit quietly in a corner, apparently content to observe the two of you, indifferent to the new place they have been led to. The Seraphims, you are informed, were designed as clones of some of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, mixed with King’s Lineage Factor, and indeed, their appearance matches yours and that of your lover: brown skin, silver-white hair, black wings with fire burning on their back. They were programmed to obey the orders of a selected group of individuals, as if the poor little ones -one of whom is taller than King himself, but still- were machines devoid of a free will of their own, but fortunately their relation to your lover gives him a sort of influence over them, and the children followed him willingly enough after King had put Egghead to fire and sword. Making sure to hide their traces, he brought them to your island, hoping they could one day come to consider it their new home.

🔥 “I know they are not fully Lunarian children, but we have to protect them; I know what it means to be used as a guinea pig, and I don’t want the same to happen to them.” he says, and you nod in assent, most of all relieved to have him back safe and sound and willing to do all you can for these children who are the closest thing you have to a kind. “Rooms are ready for them, and food and a bath can be prepared if they need one. I’ll cast the spell on them so that no one will realise they are in part Lunarian; that will make this place safe for them.” you say, and King smiles in gratitude, before kissing you softly and asking whether your unborn heir has behaved in his absence. 

🔥 “My name is Arber, and I… well, I guess you can consider me your father.” King tells the children “And this is (name), who is my mate… which in a way makes her your mother; still, you’re welcome to consider us friends or kin if you prefer. This island will be your home as long as you want it to be; you are safe with us and you always will be.” It is a nice speech, you think, which sadly doesn’t seem to elicit any reaction in your new wards, who simply stare at you unblinking, only slightly more expressive than marble statues.

🔥 Over the next few days, you and your lover grow gradually used to caring for your young wards, and they to you. Far from being rowdy and lively like you’ve always imagined their peers of every race to be, the Seraphim children are almost preternaturally obedient and unintrusive: they get up and go to sleep when told to, eat what is put in their plates when they share a meal with you and King, and perform any odd jobs they’re entrusted without complaining. At first they only speak when spoken to, and spend much of their free time sitting quietly in a corner, only at ease in each other’s company, mostly indifferent to anything that happens around them.

🔥 “Maybe we made the wrong choice keeping them here; they are safe but I’m not sure they are happy - or if they understand the concept of happiness to begin with.” you confess to your lover one night as you lie in bed in each other’s arms, and King shakes his head in response: those children are your kin, at least in part, and you have both a duty and a right to care for them. Even more important, your young wards have spent all their short existence being treated as weapons rather than people, which must be the reason for their social awkwardness. “They need time, that’s all; it’s going to be alright.” he adds as he caresses your swollen belly, his mouth finding yours in a kiss, and you allow yourself to find comfort in those words, peacefully falling asleep in King’s arms.

🔥 First of all, you decide your young wards need names rather than the designations they were given by their creators; King encourages them to choose them themselves according to their own tastes, but the children seem as uninterested in the matter as they are in most things, and express contentment in using the codenames they had been given in Egghead. As a compromise, you propose using names that are the translation of the current ones in the Lunarian language, which fortunately both you and King remember from your youth; your young wards are therefore renamed Snake, Bear, Shark and Hawk, and you, who have already sewn a full wardrobe for your unborn baby, gift them clothes with those names embroidered on them. 

🔥 Fortunately, it soon becomes evident that your lover was right, and the Seraphim children do slowly begin expressing a personality of their own, and to interact with the world around them. They start speaking more, and to express an interest in their new home; one day they see King spar with the island’s warriors and ask to be allowed to participate. 

🔥 Hawk asks to try the red wine he sees King drink one evening after dinner, and after being told he’s too young for that he accepts a glass of grape juice. Shark enjoys swimming in the pool with you and your lover. Bear has developed a fascination for your unborn child and enjoys resting his cheek against your belly to feel them kick. Snake sits by your side when you do your grooming and allows you to comb her long hair the way you remember your mother did with you when you were young. One day a troupe of travelling musicians comes to the island and “Can we go listen to them, father?” your young wards ask as one, and King is so taken aback by that form of address that for a moment he seems unable to answer. “Of course.” he says in the end, and you smile to yourself when you see him touch his knuckles to his eyes, as if to dry a wetness that wasn’t there a moment before.

🔥 The Seraphim children have been with you only for a few weeks when one night you wake up to a scream - your own, torn from your lips by the terrible pain emitting from your body, a sign that the moment you and King have waited for so long has finally come: your child is finally ready to make your, and the world’s, acquaintance. Your lover acts quickly, making you as comfortable as possible and calling for clean water and towels to be brought to the birthing bed; you had agreed to have midwives ready to intervene, but Lunarian children are historically delivered without assistance, to prove the parents are worthy of the task of raising them, and you and King have agreed, amid some trepidation, to follow in the steps of your ancestors. 

🔥 “Cry if you want; it’ll make you feel better, and I won’t think any less of you for it.” King tells you, which you take him up on, and a moment later your screams of pain are filling the air while your body prepares to expel the tenant it has protected and carried for eleven months. The smell of blood and other bodily fluids has filled the air; King, who looks exactly as you feel, both excited and fearful, kisses you quickly and begs you to be brave, brave as he knows you can be, for the sake of the child you both want so much. “It’s going to be alright; I’m here with you.” he tells you, and technically there’s very little you could need his help with at the moment, for obvious reasons, but his presence does bring you comfort and strength. 

🔥 You’ve barely started pushing when the room’s door opens, just enough to let four curious faces peek inside. “Send them away; this is not a scene children should witness.” you say, thinking that between the blood drenching the sheets and the way you’re screaming bloody murder the poor children are bound to have nightmares for the next decade, but King gently beckons them inside. “Your little sibling is going to be born; you can come keep your mother company if you wish.” he says, and a moment later, unhesitatingly, your little wards have gathered by your side, keeping you upright on the bed, holding your hands, cleaning sweat from your forehead.

🔥 You think about your brother, about the fact that perhaps he’s looking for you as well, and that he might never know you’re still alive, and that you are making him an uncle. You think about him, and wish to have him here with you, but you don’t feel alone, surrounded as you are by the love and support of your kin, the children you have so easily grown to consider your own nestled around you like a litter of kittens sharing warmth, and your lover ready to welcome your child into the world, his handsome face focused on your pain, on your effort, on the gift you have given each other. You are surrounded by your family, and nothing in the world could scare you now.

🔥 They’re almost there, you can feel it. “I can see the head.” King says; he’s kneeling between your legs, the prospective well-known to him even though your body couldn’t look more different from what it did on the many occasions he has tasted your pleasure on his tongue “Come on, (name), push!” 

🔥 The first cry of your child is the most beautiful sound you have ever heard, a fierce protest for having been extracted from the warm safety of your womb and plunged into a world which is noise and cold and chaos, but where there’s also so much beauty and joy that you can’t wait to show them. Your little wards start crying as well, sniffing softly as they observe King cut the cord and wrap the child in a clean towel. “It’s a girl.” he says, almost marvelling at the fact, as if he had never even considered the possibility “(name), we have a daughter!”

🔥 The child is almost ridiculously tiny but perfect, small feathered wings wrapped around a brown-skinned body, soft white hair covering her head. Your daughter’s cries of protest are quickly pacified when King starts rocking her against his chest, and then moves cautiously to sit on the bed by your side, the Seraphim children making space for him before gathering against you both until you are all held in a single embrace. “She’s so beautiful.” you murmur as King gently places your daughter against your chest “Arber, we have a child!”

👁️| On the next day you received your answer.

Two knights dressed in tall boots and black uniforms lead you through the gates of Pangea Castle. Once you had stepped inside, the red-haired man blindfolded you so you didn’t see the endless corridors you wandered through. How ridiculous, you wouldn’t have been able to remember the path even if they had allowed you to keep your sight.

After an eternity of struggling not to trip over the long, white robe you were forced to wear, the air around you shifted and you felt like you could breathe again for the first time since you were captured.

The man behind you slowly untied the blindfold, when the cloth slipped from your face and you saw the enormous garden sprawling out before your eyes, your breath hitched.

You were sure you hadn’t stepped outside and yet, the sunlight shining through the glassless windows and the gentle breeze letting the flowers dance between luscious grass tricked into believing you were back on your home island. Your time to marvel at the room was short lived, one of the knights hit your spine with the hilt of his blade to get you to move quicker.

Your feet moved slowly, as if your ankles were bound by heavy chains. To fear for your life when surrounded by such a beautiful scenery was otherworldly and strange. Death was supposed to be grim and dark, this was no place to bleed out and wither away.

A figure appeared. It stepped out from the shadows of the pillars holding up the impossibly high ceiling. At first, it was only a shape with a large crown on top of it. Then the mysterious being walked into the light and shed its skin- it was a terrifying sight. It tore the shadow from its body and left it lying on the ground.

"Great One," the red-haired knight spoke and knelt.

"We have brought you an offering," the other knight said and got onto his knees.

It was strange to see these nobles bow to anyone. Who was the one emerging from the shadows? A strong pull on your wrist forced you to kneel with them.

"Excellent," the figure spoke, its voice echoing through the entire room and leaving your entire body shaking. "Now leave, mu will claim them on thy own."

You kept your gaze fixated on the dirt beneath you, too scared to look up and meet the crimson eyes of the one who commanded these demons. The knights bowed deeper before they stood up and left, without them at your sides you felt a lot less safe. Not that you ever were, all humans were insects in their eyes.

"Mortal, look at mu," the creature ordered and you obeyed, clutching your chest as your heart threatened to burst out from your rib cage.

Oh.

👁️| The Great One stood before you, towering above you with his height. His skin was dark and decorated with white markings reaching from his face down to his abdomen, the rest of them were obstructed by his pants ( you hoped he hadn’t noticed you staring ). White hair cascaded over his shoulder and down his back, one eye covered. A pair of horns crowned his head. A long, black tail with a sharp tip whipped around in the air before curling around your neck like a noose. Sharp teeth greeted you as the demon king opened his mouth again.

"Does the sight of mu scare thee?" He asked with a threatening growl.

"Y- yes," you admitted, your voice more akin to a squeak.

Then something unexpected happened. The demon laughed.

"That is to be expected," Imu replied and began to circle you like a lion, his tail remaining on your neck. "All those who have seen mu, fear mu."

You crawl back a bit, but you can not go far with the impromptu leash keeping you in place. Then words slip from your tongue before you can stop yourself-

"Mu?"

The demon king stopped in his tracks and let the tip of his tail caress your chin as he observed you closely. He brought one of his hands forth and cupped your face, sharp claws digging into your cheeks, but with enough softness that they did not prick your skin.

"It is my name," he explained, seeming a bit perplexed that you had spoken back to him. Honestly, you were just as surprised. And scared. Oh so terribly scared.

" … so you can talk normally?" You blurted out, averting your gaze from Imu's frown.

"We are alone for now, so I will make an exception," he sighed and pulled his tail back, "A God can not speak to his disciples like one of them."

You tried to nod but he was still holding your head in place. He caressed your face, his palm was so much bigger than your whole face, he could have choked you out within seconds.

"But he can voice his mind freely to his mate," he continued, looking deep into your eyes.

His … mate?

"With all respect, mu- Sir- Saint- … I wasn’t aware this was to be my fate," you politely told him, feeling your cheeks heat up under his unrelenting attention.

"Neither was I," the demon said.

Imu released you from his hold and you fell forward into the grass, shielding your face with your arms.

This time you didn’t remain on the floor, you sat back up on your knees and saw the demon king walking through his garden. A small butterfly landed on his hand and he gently kissed the air right above the critter. To think the ruler of the world could be so soft to a creature that was even beneath humans— It almost fooled you into believing that what awaited you wasn’t the ninth circle of hell.

"The day my knights captured you I saw a vision clear as day," Imu began and more butterflies began to swarm his naked, upper body. "You were sitting at my side as I ruled from my throne. You sat with me for tea in the garden and … you kneeled before me just like you are doing now."

One of the blue butterflies landed on the tip of your nose, Imu noticed and you swore you could see the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"It is fate then," he announced, "Rise."

You stood up on shaky legs.

Imu closed the distance between you and put his hand on the back of your head, his other hand held your waist. He looked at you with such great fondness, as if you had known each other for centuries, not minutes. A relief, because you knew then that he wouldn’t sacrifice you. A curse, because your freedom was forfeited.

"Thou belongs to mu from this day forth."

👁️| To be the devil's spouse was no easy task.

Imu kept you isolated to a few rooms all located next to the flower hall. From the windows you saw the city of Marie Geoise, all the high and mighty Celestials looked like ants from up here as they pranced through the streets and went about their day. You liked to sit by the window and listen to the faint sounds of music and all the voices mixing together, as well as the birds who sang to you.

Your days were lonely. A servant dressed in a black robe, her hair covered by a veil, brought you food three times a day. All lavish meals with exotic ingredients you had never tasted before. You were never hungry, and the servant, although she rarely spoke, was never rude to you either. It didn’t help you to feel any less like a caged animal though.

You didn’t love the king, how could you? You barely knew him. But you would have preferred his company to lying in bed on your own, yearning for someone, anyone to disrupt this monotony. This was no different than rotting in hell.

👁️| As if the gods had heard your wish, there was a knock on your door at night. You flinched and hid under your blanket, the servant had never bothered you this late.

The door opened and Imu stepped inside, having to bent down to fit through the door. It surprised you that the entire castle wasn’t built for his size. He seemed upset, about what, you did not know. You were too afraid to ask before he descended onto the mattress with his massive body, his tail following behind him.

"Mortal," he growled, causing you to be fully alert, all sleepiness forgotten in an instant. "I need you … to serve me."

He cast your blanket aside and left you exposed, only your chest was covered by a thin blouse, your crotch obscured by underwear that was easily seen through. Fearing for the worst, you squeezed your thighs together and pleaded with him.

"Please, my Lord, I have never … I'm not sure if I could," you told him, fighting back tears.

The demon swung his tail around and stared at you, then he crawled forward until your tiny body was underneath him. You were shaking, badly, it seemed to fascinate him more than worry him. His scent was strange, but not unpleasant, there was something otherworldly underneath the strong musk.

"You mustn’t think of me as a monster," Imu tried to soothe you and caressed your face, "You are my mate, not my harlot."

Imu carefully placed his head on your chest, resting most of his weight on his arms so he didn’t press all the air out of your lungs. He let out a little huff, almost like a dog who had curled up in its bed. His tail wrapped around your thigh. Not only did you grow fond of his scent and hated yourself for it, you also enjoyed the comfort of his body heat.

"Did … something happen?" You dared to ask.

The king's lip twitched, showing off his fangs for a moment.

"It's most unfortunate that I rule over a world unworthy of being saved from itself," he muttered, but refused to elaborate, "Let us not speak of it. I came here not to think."

You nodded, perhaps even demonic lords needed a break from destroying humanity.

Unaware as to what overcame you, you began to pat his head, carding your fingers through his white curls. He relaxed at that, his giant body became a weighted blanket squeezing you down into the mattress. It was soothing, so soothing that you drifted off to sleep.

👁️| In your dreams you were haunted by your memories of the town and people you once loved all being taken from you in a single night. Your body tried to toss and turn, but Imu firmly kept you in place, preventing you from falling off the mattress. You faded in and out of sleep, sometimes you were fully aware of the demon staring at your face with his crimson eyes smoldering like ember in the darkness, and in the next moment that ember set your home ablaze.

No matter how gentle the demon king treated you, how much he spoiled you with food and comfort, you would never forget what he'd done to you.

"Mate," he whispered in your ear, his claws lightly scratched over your thighs, "Are you alright?"

"It's hard to sleep with you staring at me," you confessed and the demon looked a bit dumbfounded.

"I was ensuring your safety," he replied, "How would you prefer for us to rest?"

"Maybe you could sleep behind me?"

Imu blinked slowly. Then nodded and lay down so you could scoot over until your back touched his warm chest, he was so kind to adjust the blanket and pull it over your body, it was too small for him to fit under. He put his arm around you and began to murmur in ancient tongues, what confused you at first, soon helped you to find rest.

Though you couldn’t ignore the bulge you felt pressing up against your lower back as you returned to the land of dreams.

👁️| Imu-sama visited you every night from then on to rest his head on your chest or in your lap and share his sorrows with you. He never went into the details, but you figured that it didn’t matter as long as he was satisfied. And judging by his calm manner and growls you werd sure your presence alone was enough to soothe him.

Sometimes he stormed into your room like a hurricane, only for his breathing to come to a halt when he saw you sprawled out on the bed in your robes with your hair freshly washed and your skin still glistening with lotion.

"Mine," he purred, "All mine."

"All yours," you whispered back to him as he pulled you close for a kiss.

The demon king's tongue was forked, it explored the depths of your mouth and slid over your teeth as he stole your breath away. He held your head between his large hands to devour you for as long as he pleased. His appetite for you was insatiable.

His kisses spoke of a deep longing, one that couldn’t be explained by his yearning for you during the day. He must have waited for this moment for all eternity—

"My Lord," you speak up, his taste still lingering on your lips, "How old are you?"

Imu-sama tilted his head and kissed your nose.

"I have lived more lives than you could ever imagine, my little mortal. For eight hundred years I have ruled this earth, and there will be eight hundred years of my kingdom to come. With you, at my side."

"But how will I live that long?"

"Don’t fret, mu has an answer for everything."

( NSFW! )

👁️| Eventually Imu's carnal desire for you outgrew his restraint and he decided to bless your bond with the final act of intimacy. By then, you had already accepted your life as his songbird who entertained and consoled him. It was still a daunting task, you had felt his bulge more than once, each time fearing he'd force himself on you during the night. He had every right to, who could’ve stopped him? Celestials weren’t known to hold back.

Imu was different. In every aspect. From the way he spoke to you, how he held you as if he truly worshipped you and the many ways in which he tried to accommodate you. He was making an effort to bridge the distance between an ancient god who ruled the world and a human who was naturally afraid of him.

The demon king spread your legs, he dove in between them to bring his lips to your groin and cherish the sensitive spot with his kisses. You twitched at every lick of his forked tongue across the inside of your thighs, lingering dangerously close to your crotch.

"Allow me to prepare you, little one. I do not wish for you to die on our first union," his dark voice pulled you out of your trance, your vision of him was blurry from the tears you shed. He tutted and reached out to wipe them away. "Don’t cry, you were born to take me."

Imu lifted your legs higher. He ignored your whines and delved right into your hole, which accepted him without much of a fight. His tongue worked like magic, due to its length it could reach deeper inside of you than anyone else. There, he swirled it around and stretched out your inner walls. His hands caressed your thighs to soothe you, but all it did was overstimulate you further.

"Ah! Stop, stop- it's too much, I can’t," you cried out, not fully meaning what you said.

"Be good for me," the demon rumbled.

He did not yield to your senseless pleading and continued his preparation of your body. When he found your most vulnerable spot, hidden deep inside of you, you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Gripping the sheets wasn’t enough, you needed something stronger to hold on to!

In your desperation you got a hold of Imu's horns, his eyes briefly flickered up at you before they returned their attention to the meal he was feasting on. You swore you were close to coming from his tongue alone, you were so eager that you began to rub your crotch against his tongue for more friction. He quickly shut it down, insisting that you weren’t allowed to pleasure yourself.

"Only I will bring you salvation," the demon king promised and licked your juices from his lips.

👁️| Imu expected you to be shy during your first time, but instead of shivering at the sight of the demon's cock, you kicked your feet in excitement. Truly, you were no better than a bitch in heat.

You bit your lip as he slowly stroked his dick and pressed its entire length down on your stomach to prove to you how impressive his size was. Big enough to tear your insides apart and break your spine if he wasn’t careful. The pattern on his chest continued all the way down to his shaft, drawing a line right above the vein on the underside of his dick.

How tempting, you writhed underneath him, begging for him to hurry up and take you. Your desire was driving you crazy, his tongue had been enough to make you forget about all your fears and worries, now his cock would seal the deal.

Imu's tip entered your tight hole and you moaned his name, as he pushed deeper inside your eyes met his'.

"Look at me, never take your eyes off me, little one, I want to see how much I can break you," he groaned, burying himself further in your heat.

The pain was overwhelming at first, you did not cry for him to stop even once, too eager to be filled up by him.

His horns were just within reach for your hands to grab and squeeze, it helped to ease your agony for long enough that you endured Imu's cock sliding balls-deep into you. The demon king let out a strained growl and let his tail whip through the air, his red eyes began to glow in excitement.

"You’re taking me so well," his demonic voice purred at you, his face just above your own while he caressed your cheek, wiping away a single tear rolling down. "No mortal has ever made me feel this good."

You smiled through the pain. It wasn’t until the first thrust that you noticed you had stained the white bed sheets with your blood. Unbeknownst to you, Imu was planning to keep the sheets forever to preserve this moment. He would frame them in memory of your precious virginity, which now belonged to him and him alone.

Soon you were rewarded as the pain turned into pleasure and Imu-sama picked up his pace. He trapped you underneath his body and heat, you could hardly breathe as he fucked you with a fury. Your legs ached as he bent and folded them as he saw fit, he did everything to be as deep inside of you as possible. His tip reached so far that you briefly feared you'd die if he moved his hips any faster.

"I- Imu," you gasped, locking eyes with him.

"Yes, my love?" The demon replied and kissed your shivering lips, he squeezed your thighs to keep you in place and lost himself in his thrusts.

" … please," you begged and squeezed your eyes shut, "please fuck me harder!"

Imu raised his brows, he ceased his onslaught on your body for a moment, then he grinned with his fangs on full display and obliged the wish of his mate. He adjusted his cock before he slammed back into you. You screamed and gripped his horns even tighter. He pounded you with renewed vigor, slowly inching closer to your physical breaking point.

A mortal vessel wasn’t made to survive sex with an ancient beast, one who towered above you and put all other men to shame in his shadow. No one else could ever bring you to such heights of pleasure.

Imu pulled on your chin and you opened your mouth at the silent command. The ruler of the world spat at you and you eagerly swallowed it up without needing to be told.

"So, so beautiful," he said, his white hair falling over his shoulders and covering nearly all of his face, "Don’t die on me now, we are so close to reaching nirvana."

You nodded, though your body was beginning to crumble under his weight and brutal pace. Your ass was bruised from how hard he drove into you, you couldn’t move your legs anymore and your lungs were slowly giving up. He knew you were close to breaking, and as your god and lover, Imu didn’t wish for you to perish on your first night together.

"More, more," you whined.

"You are begging for your death, mortal," the demon responded with a low chuckle.

Instead of fucking you any harder, he choked you and took your last breath with a deep kiss. That was enough to crush you, you felt a shock running through your core and came on his dick. Your screams were like music to the king's ears, he closed his eyes and rested his head on your chest, breathing heavy alongside you.

"So good for me," he rasped and thrusted inside you one last time, then you were once again moaning your little heart out from the burning hot semen stuffing every inch inside your body.

As he orgasmed a pair of wings suddenly grew from his back, black feathers covered in ink bathed you in its shadow. Imu threw his head back and roared like only a demon could, his fangs growing bigger as if he was preparing for battle. He remained inside you, but calmed down and let his wings settle at his sides. The sight of them intrigued your weary eyes.

"Hah … ah … my Lord," you spoke breathlessly.

Imu hushed you and grabbed your waist. Without sliding out of the comforting heat between your legs, he rearranged your body so he could spoon you from behind like he had done many nights before. He enjoyed keeping his cock warm inside his little mortal, knowing that you were enjoying it just as much. He sprinkled kisses all over the back of your neck and then traveled down to your spine. Thankfully it was still intact.

"Was that enough to satisfy my insatiable pet?" The growl in his voice made you feel so much weaker in his hold, his words alone could send you over the edge for a second time.

"Yes," you confessed and Imu smiled as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"I wish to sleep like this," he demanded, all you could do was agree quietly and nod, too weak to fight back.

You fell asleep with Imu's cock plunged inside of you, keeping all of his seed plugged up.

"Sweet dreams, mortal," he whispered to you, covering your naked, shivering body with his black wing.

👁️| One fateful day Imu announced that he was leaving the Holy Land to deal with a powerful enemy who had arrived on Elbaf. Before he departed, he kissed your forehead with great sadness and apologized to you.

"I will return soon," he said and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his claws dragging across your skin, "Until then, the Gorosei will watch over you."

"The Gorosei?"

There was no time to explain. Imu called for a servant dressed in all black who lead you out of your bedroom and beyond the rooms which you had been allowed to enter thus far. It was only your second time walking through the entire castle, this time you could see it all clearly.

When you arrived at the Room of Authority, you were greeted by five old men who all stared at you in quiet bewilderment.

"Who are you?" One of them demanded to know, "How dare you enter these halls!"

"Silence," a distorted voice echoed from the snail on the table, forcing the Elders to quieten down. "That is mu's mate, thou shall not harm nor insult thee. Guard thee with thy life."

Now the Elders were even more shocked than before. The snail fell silent and left them to figure out what to do with this information.

"The Great One has taken a mate?" Ju Peter murmured.

"I would have never thought that a mortal could …," Nusjuro was cut off by Garling.

"It doesn’t matter what any of us have thought. We have no authority over what our Lord does, if he chooses to bed a mortal …," Garling paused and looked at you with disdain, "Then so be it."

"Sit," Mars ordered and pointed at the free chair next to Garling.

Anxiously you sat down. You could only hope that Imu would keep his promise and return, without him at your side you felt just like a slave again. Vulnerable and weak.

You hugged your legs close and prayed.

Thanks for reading! Here's some food for all the old and new Imu gooners, would you like to see more content for him? <3 I will do my best to provide, especially if a new chapter reveals more about him.

King’s strong hand pins your head to the pillow firmly, his cock dragging over your ass cheeks, the piercing on his thick cockhead leaving a trail of precum on your skin. His weight presses down on you, forcing an arch in your back that makes you shudder helplessly beneath him - he hasn’t even pushed in yet. 

“Pathetic. Should I ever bother fucking you? Might break that weak little cunt…” Tone dripping with raw disdain, he looks down at your frame spread flat on your stomach, judging your human form with annoyance - how puny you are compared to his Lunarian physique.  He could reduce you to ashes with his fire - flames dancing on his fingers, creating pretty patterns on your skin before disappearing in a blink.

King flattens you deeper into the mattress, crushing you down under his massive figure, his hand tangling on your hair, tightening, making sure your face is buried and you won’t dare look at him. “Please…” You beg, muffling needy moans against the tissue. 

“Please what? Please go easy on you? Please not tear you apart?” He scoffs at your pitiful plea, his hips giving a slight thrust that glides his big, pierced cock between your ass cheeks, the tip pressing against your wet cunt, making you feel the metal ring of his prince albert. 

“I can take it… please, I-” you beg again, bucking your hips. King grabs a handful of your hair roughly, lifting up your head only to embed it more firmly into the mattress to silence your ridiculous pleas. 

“Liar.” He grunts close to your ear. “You always scream and cry when I’m halfway in. The only thing you end up begging for is mercy, and you know I don’t have any.” 

He rubs his tip up and down your slit. “If you scream, I’ll shove the pillow in your mouth or just choke you,” he warns, pushing forward, stretching your cunt obscenely around his thick cockhead. The piercing is cold, rubbing against your walls. You choke on a scream into the pillow, clawing at the sheets as tears instantly spring to your eyes. King's hand tightens cruelly in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. “See. You’re already screaming and I’m not even halfway,” he snarls directly into your ear through clenched teeth. “One good thrust and I could snap your spine.” 

You’re so damn tight around him, it’s unnerving. It shouldn’t be that pleasant. 

It’s wrong.

You’re wrong.

Deliciously wrong. 

“That fucking pathetic cunt… clenching around me like a vice. Struggling to take me. Pathetic body designed to be bred by weak species with small dicks.” He mocks cruelly, sliding deeper inside you, deep enough to make your whole body shift on the mattress. “Fuck…” Cursing under his breath, he pulls out slightly before slamming back, burying himself to the hilt, his heavy balls slapping loudly against your ass. His thrusts are so violent the bed frame shakes, his piercing dragging deliciously against your inner walls with each stroke. 

King is not kind.

Never.

He snaps his hips brutally as if he was mad at you, this damn weak body, this annoyingly perfect pussy squeezing him so good, so wrong. “You’re embarrassing,” he whispers, watching how you squirm, moan, coating his cock with your wetness. His fingers are tangled so tightly on your hair your scalp burns, his free hand sliding under your pinned body to feel the bulge of his cock stretching you beyond relief. 

He’s fucking you like if you were his worst enemy, his angry pace driving his cock deeper into you to punish that body way too perfect around his girth. “Fucking… cunt,” he snarls with each thrust, pulling out almost all the way and snapping his hips forward, bottoming out so hard his piercing bullies your cervix. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh with the room - his hips snapping against your ass cheeks, his balls smacking against your wet cunt. 

Voice high-pitched, mind hazy, dizzy, eyes rolling back and drooling on the sheets, skin dewy with sweat, your whole body jolt under each punishing stroke - his thrusts are meant to remind you of your place.

Beneath him.

At his mercy. 

Gripping the pillow as it was your lifeline, you uncontrollably start to crawl on the mattress, overwhelmed, fucked dumb, moans reduced to incoherent wails. King watches your struggle with dark satisfaction, slamming against your cervix repeatedly. “I thought you could take it,” He grunts, keeping you pinned down and helpless. Your frame practically slides up the bed, spit strings hanging from your mouth to the pillow.

With his both hands, he presses on the small of your back, almost breaking your spine, arching you in an unnatural, sadistic angle, just to admire the jiggles of your flesh, how you clench and unclench your fists before giving up, limbs totally incoherent, jerky. 

Methodically, he pulls out until just the tip remains before slamming back in deep, his piercing brushing your cervix, bullying your sensitive walls. You don’t even know if what you’re hearing is your skin slapping against his or your brain rattling. Your arms flop uselessly beside you, toes curling. Reduced to a quivering mess, losing the control of your limbs badly, your legs kick in the air uncontrollably, splaying out to the side like a doll, before kicking the air again. You choke on your own moans so loudly King furrows his eyebrows. “Choking on my cock, chocking on your moans, chocking on your own breaths... Begging me to choke you?”

King wraps one big arm around your throat, squeezing tightly, cutting off your hair supply, using his chokehold to keep you pinned while he pounds into you. Only when you cough, he releases his grip, keeping you at the very edge of passing out. Your feet keeps jerking weakly, your eyes rolling back, your head spinning. 

You’re full.

Full of King, only King, drowning in a sea of fire, nothing else matters. 

Choking on your moans, your sobs, your cries until spots dance in your vision, crybaby tears running down your cheeks, you try to speak but only broken whines fall from your lips. “Keep crying, you know I love this.” King snarls, wiping your tears with his thumb only to lick them, savoring the salty taste. 

He’s forcing himself so deep you can’t even hear anymore, just shriek in confused pleasure twisted with pain, coating his cock with your dripping wet cunt. Breathing heavily, kicking the air, you clench around King's girth as if you were trying to hold onto something desperately, the wet sounds so loud, lewd, indecent. He keeps dragging his length in and out of your soaking wet hole, focused solely on rearranging your guts and punching against your sweet spot. 

You try to say something, but air rushes out of your lungs, incoherent sounds spilling out your mouth as you cum loudly, squirting on his cock, making a mess down your thighs and on the sheets beneath you. King doesn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, biting on your shoulder, his raspy breaths music to your ears as he lets go of your throat to tangle his thick fingers in your hair. “Fucking slut always squirting on my dick…” He doesn’t even slow down, pounding into your oversensitive pussy until you cum instantly from the stimulation of his piercing and how nice he’s stretching you. You sob into the pillow, savoring how nice King's chest feels against your back, his long white hair so soft like silk on your skin, his lips too delicate for the obscenity he’s whispering to your ear. “Squeezing around me like you won’t let me go. Milking me like a pathetic slut…” 

Despite the foggy state of your mind, you babble. “Inside me…” 

“What was that?” He mutters, dragging his piercing with each stroke, his balls smacking against your pussy. A slight, wicked grin curls his lips as he listens to your embarrassing begging - you’re so desperate it’s entertaining. “Want me to cum inside you?” He teases cruelly, sending waves of pleasure through your overwhelmed body. “Beg.” 

“Please… need you… i-inside m-” You stutter, unable to create elaborate sentences. Without any sympathy, King slaps your leaking cunt hard. “What was even that? Say it properly.” 

The piercing is overstimulating you, making every thrust feel like both heaven and hell. “Say it.” He spanks your ass cheek roughly. “Say you want me to breed you.” 

Eyes rolling back, vision almost blank, drooling, you scream into the pillow. “..breed me-please breed me-please” Voice wrecked, ruined, you don’t even feel the tears running down your cheeks as you keep whining like a mindless slut. 

“Louder.” King snaps again, punishing you with a mean stroke until you cry out loud, your lungs giving up. 

“Dumb slut…” He mutters, but his hips move faster, chasing his own release. “You’re really going to take all my cum deep inside you like a good girl?”

Only a muffled sound spills out of your swollen lips. King's cock twitches and pulses around you, your feet helplessly kicking the air as you feel him so close to fill you up - until he brutally pulls out with a wet pop, leaving you with a gaping slippery, sloppy hole. “Pathetic. You really thought I would breed a human body?” He spits on your cunt, slapping his fat cockhead against your slit. “You’re not worthy.” He leaves you empty and dripping, watching your pussy with a confused mix of disdain and fascination. 

You were so warm and tight around him. 

Fucking unnerving. 

His gaze linger on your exhausted form trembling crazily, his fist pumping his cock. “You can’t even control your muscles,” he scoffs, shifting his massive frame to kneel beside your head. With one hand, he turns your face to a side to expose your flushed cheek. “Eyes closed.” He snarls, not even allowing you to see his face, your lashes fluttering close under his command. 

His piercing glints under the dim light. “Open your mouth,” he adds abruptly - not for a  kiss, only for you to swallow his cum. You won’t waste a single drop. Thick, hot ropes of seed splatters across your cheeks and down your mouth. It splashes messily, dripping into the corner of your mouth and onto your tongue. He keeps pumping his cum until your cheek is coated with white, sticky seed. King milks himself dry, smearing his seed on your swollen lips with his tip, watching how you stupidly lick him clean, swallowing every single drop you manage to get. “Look at you swallowing like a slut… It won’t breed you, you know? This fucking cunt is not worthy of my offspring.”

Slowly, King let go of you, looking down at your shuddering body - sloppy cunt, face covered with his seed, sweat and goosebumps covering your skin.

He tangles his fingers into your hair one last time, biting on your shoulder. “Your little cunt… is the best I ever fucked. And I hate that. I hate how good you look, even covered with my seed.” He mutters under his breath, almost too low to hear as he watches your back covered in hickeys and bite marks, your thighs sticky, your legs twitching weakly, bruises on your hip and ass cheeks. “You’re so pathetic compared to me…” 

Despite calling, you weak, pathetic and embarrassing all the time, his words almost sound like praises, at least in his language. “… yet you’re taking me so nicely. But don’t get any ideas, I still think you’re fucking weak. You just have a nice pussy.” He pauses, almost tenderly pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his huge, black wings covering your naked frame in a warm embrace. “And I hate you.” 

Sweet litotes. 

Four words - one lie.

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