#blown

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After kaido take over wano, you offer yourself to him as the price of the people's life. You try your best to make sure little harm comes to you as much as you can. That night after your bath, you join him at his office. Seeing the blueprint about a gun factory. As the princess tries to negotiate with Kaido over his plans for a gun factory, only to be cornered into yet another kind of deal.

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Genre: Dark Romance | Angst | Political Intrigue | Manipulation | Subtle Smut Tension

Character: kaido the beast x mc as the princess of wano

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## minor swipe away. This is not for your reading. U been warned now go away ##

Steam curled through the bath chamber, fragrant with lavender oil and herbs. You sat still in the warm water, body aching, mind elsewhere.

The maid worked quietly behind you, rinsing your hair with careful hands. She didn't speak unless spoken to. There was kindness in her silence, but also understanding. She knew the routine. Wash the blood. Mask the bruises. Prepare the body for another night.

You stared at your reflection in the surface of the water. You looked like someone else now. No crown. No blade. Just skin and obligation.

After drying you off and dressing you in a clean robe, a black silk, light against your skin. The maid helped tie your hair up and whispered, “He’s waiting. In the study.”

Of course he was.

The hall to his private study was dimly lit. Two guards outside the door stepped aside when they saw you approach.

Inside, Kaido stood beside a large wooden map table. His back was to you, wide and scarred, tension lining his shoulders. Blueprints were spread out across the surface, inked markings, red seals, and hand-drawn illustrations of machinery.

He heard you enter.

“Did you enjoy your bath?” he asked, voice low and lazy.

“I didn’t know you had plans tonight.”

“I always have plans,” he said, turning toward you with a smirk. “You just get to see some of them now.”

Your eyes scanned the table. Your stomach dropped. Blueprints. Machinery. A crude outline of Wano’s countryside. And at the heart of it, a mark drawn near the southern springs. A natural river source.

A weapon factory.

“You’re building a gun foundry? But it's near the water?” you said, stepping closer.

“Of course,” he replied, unconcerned. “You can’t mass-produce without cooling systems. That river’s perfect.”

“You’ll poison it,” you said, voice tightening. “Hundreds depend on that water. If it’s tainted....”

“Then they’ll die,” Kaido said bluntly, lifting a bottle of sake and pouring himself a cup. “But not before giving me what I need.”

You stared at him, rage pushing up behind your ribs. “Then what’s the point of me doing any of this?” you hissed. “You say Wano is yours now.......but if you destroy it, you rule over nothing but ash!.”

Kaido didn’t flinch.He sipped his sake, eyes locked on yours, then said, “So….”

You blinked.

He set the cup down and stepped toward you. “Go on. Convince me. You want to save the river, save your precious villagers… what are you willing to give?”

You hated how close he stood towering over you, warmth radiating off his bare chest, his scent heavy with smoke and power.

You glared up at him. “Haven’t I already given enough to you?”

Kaido leaned down until your faces were inches apart.

“Not for this,” he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “Factories feed my army. My army keeps this land under my rule. You want to take that from me? Then you pay in something more than words.”

You swallowed hard. “What… do you want?”

He smirked.

“That mouth of yours,” he murmured, dragging a thumb across your lower lip. “i would love to know how it would feel like. Wrapping around my cock. i think it will fit. Right?" he dragged his thumb around your lips, and pushed it in while smirking.

Your blood went cold.

He turned away before you could answer, walking back toward the map table. “You want me to delay the factory? Keep the water clean? Then get on your knees.”

You stood frozen, robe clutched tightly at your sides. Your pride screamed no. But you saw the red mark on the map. You saw how close it was to the villages you just visited. To the children who drank from that spring.

Kaido didn’t look at you. He didn’t need to. He already knew your answer. And when you sank slowly to your knees behind him, your heart shattered all over again.

You knelt on the cold floor, the hem of your robe pooling around your legs, the firelight behind Kaido throwing his massive form into silhouette.

He didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, broad back to you, the map table before him like a war altar.

You hated him. Hated how calm he was. How easily he made you choose between your dignity and your people again and again. But you couldn’t let the villagers drink poison.

Not for pride.

So when your hands tremble but slowly rose to untie the sash of your robe, you told yourself it wasn’t for him. It was for them.

You let it slip to the floor. The cool air kissed your skin, making your breath catch. And then, slowly, you crawled forward until you were behind him, bare, trembling.

Kaido turned.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at you. “Say it.”

You clenched your jaw. “Say what?”

“What you want,” he said, stepping closer. “Say why you’re on your knees.”

You hated this game. This humiliation. You bite your lips so hard that you can taste blood. But still, your lips moved.

“ Please... delay the factory. Or please.. choose another location. Spare the water source.”

He smirk then slump down on the fur couch. Devour the view of her naked body, kneeling in front of him. Spreading his leg and tilted his head. “And what do I get in return?”

You didn’t answer. You approach him. When you are close enough, he smirks and slide his hip forward a bit. Like he knows what you are doing. You leaned forward, your lips brushing the waistband of his hakama.

That was all the invitation he needed.

He spread his legs slightly, cock already half-hard beneath dark leather. "Show me how far you’re willing to go for them."

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the buckles. He didn’t help just watched with maddening stillness as she freed him. Her eyes widen. Yes she already takes him in but she never expects him to be this. Huge. He was already growing harder, proud and heavy in her hand.

Humiliation flushed her cheeks, but she forced her gaze upward. His expression was unreadable. Amused, maybe. Intrigued.

When her lips parted and barely wrapped around the thick head of him, his hiss of breath was sharp.

"Mm... brave little princess" he murmured, one hand threading through her hair, not forcing but there, a reminder of who had the power.

She worked him slowly at first tongue circling, mouth stretching to take more. Her pride warred with the ache building between her legs, shame mixing with heat as his cock pulsed in her mouth.

"You’re doing this for them, aren’t you?" he whispered. "But look at you... dripping already. Maybe you want to be conquered."

She moaned around him, half protest, half arousal. He groaned low.

His hand tightened slightly, pushing her head deeper until her eyes watered, saliva slipping down her chin. The room filled with obscene, wet sounds her breath ragged, his quiet curses.

His cock throbbed against her tongue, thick and heavy, veins pulsing as she worked him with a mix of desperation and skill. She hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, eyes fluttering shut as he hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck…” he hissed, hips twitching, but he didn’t thrust yet. He was holding back, enjoying the sight of her on her knees, tears clinging to her lashes, spit glistening at the corner of her lips.

But she wasn’t here to give him pleasure. She was here to end this. Quickly. Efficiently.

She pulled back with a wet pop, her breath heavy, lips swollen. “You want it, don’t you?” she said, voice low, laced with something darker now bitterness and resolve. “Then you don’t get to play with me. You’re going to come. Now.” she challenged him

He raised a brow, intrigued by her tone but before he could respond, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, firm and unyielding, and dove back in with purpose.

No teasing. No mercy.

She bobbed her head faster now, twisting her wrist in sync with each stroke, her tongue flicking along the sensitive underside. She angled her head just right, lips tight around him, her jaw aching but she didn’t stop. She moaned deliberately, sending vibrations down his shaft, watching his composure crack.

His hand gripped her hair again, tighter this time. His breathing grew rougher, chest rising. “Fuck... you're serious, aren’t you?” he groaned, voice unsteady. the smirk on his face getting wider.

She looked up at him, eyes blazing with defiance, her mouth stuffed full of him.

Her fingers dug into his thighs, pressing him back against the chair when he tried to thrust. No. He didn’t get to use her. She would take it from him. On her terms.

He growled, low and feral, head tipping back. His breath is getting shorter.

"Shit.. hmmmmm... yess" he groans. Faster. Deeper. A few more such from her before he forced her head deep and thrust his cock deeper into her throat.

He spilled hot and thick down her throat, his hip jerking on her. She tried to push back but her keep her head deep in his cock. Forcing her to swallowed it all, until the very last twitch faded from his cock.

When he finally let go of her hair, she slipped the cock out from her lips. Coughing and gasping for air. The salty taste of his cum still lingers around her throat. And that smell of him, she is not sure if she can get rid of that smell.

"You're full of surprises," he rasped, voice wrecked. Lean back to the couch, looking at his soft but still big cock.

You sat back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Kaido looked down at you like a satisfied beast.

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